Armour Institute of Technology - Cycle Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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THE FRESHMEN Ransel. Sundo. Norkus Brinkmon. Worcester, Stodman OFFICERS Paul J. Ransel....... Donald H. Sunde.... Lloyd W. Norkus----- Roy D. Brinkman, Jr.. Eugene H. Worcester Larry Stsdman....... ..............President ..........Vice-President ...............Treasurer ...............Secretary ......Social Chairman A.T.S.A. Representative As the golden streaks of dawn shot across the morning sky, many a weary freshman sighed, blew out the battered oil lamp, looked tenderly at his un- ruffled bed, removed his shirt,.. and then finished his homework by day- light. Thus did Armour tear down, smash out, and pulverize any illusions that the cccky high school loafer may have had. But then, let's staTt from the be- ginning in order to explain that haggard bleary-eyed expression of the Class of '40. It all started when the gullible freshmen blithely paid out good money to be- come a slave, while others were leaning on P.W.A. shovels and collecting it. Of course at first everything ran too smoothly, but in the background lurked the unforeseen dangers soon to be apparent. The new men were welcomed cordially by both the professors and the upperclassmen. Those 10:30 naps, with Doc Tibbals droning out a technical lullaby, fitted in perfectly as a restorative for fellows worn out from too many dates. Then, when the sky shewn brightest, the first call to arms was issued, and along came the Fresh- man Handshake. Here, with Dr. Amsbary's inspiring poetry, and the ancient gcstrcnomical delight, cider and doughnuts, the overbearing freshmen were informed of the quaint old fashioned custom of the wearing of the green. At this point any ideas the freshmen may have had concerning their importance to the school took on a new form, especially after witnessing the intricate gy- rations of the upper classmen in a wrestling exhibition. The scene changed. The professors soon hit their stride, and many were the broken hurdles left in their wake by the desperately plodding freshman. The sophomores became exceedingly ungentlemanly, and new sounds began to break upon the balmy autumn air. Pants! ---were the subject of conver- 26

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Huntly Hotchkiss Heald Stenger Dunbar Chapin Schommer Allison McNamara Heike Chelgren Kruse ARMOUR TECH STUDENT ASSOCIATION BOARD OF CONTROL Philip C. Huntly..... Eugene A. Heike....... Claire W. Dunbar William A. Chapin, Jr. William J. Chelgren... George S. Allison.... Willard E. Kruse..... Larry Stedman ....... Willard E. Hotchkiss.. Henry T. Heald....... John J. Schommer..... Grant N. Stenger...... John F. McNamara----- ........................Chairman .......................President .............First Vice-President ............Second Vice-President .........................Secretary ........................Treasurer ......Sophomore Representative .........Freshman Representative .......President of the Institute ..............................Dean . .Director of Physical Education Instructor in Physical Education ................Medical Adviser It is the function of the Armour Tech Student Association to sponsor or other- wise encourage intercollegiate and intramural athletics, interfraternity compe tition, and other campus activities, and to organize and systematize interda relations, customs, and privileges. Through its Board of Control, it administe| the funds collected as a student activity fee, lending support therefrom to groups under its control, teams, intramural contests, publications, music- clubs, and other campus activities, and directing and coordinating th activities. 25

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Busted! The Scholarship Exams The Freshman Handshake sation. Pants in the cilice. Pants in the lunchroom. Pants in the library. Pants, here there and everywhere, the baggy knees and colored patches cf the knock kneed freshmen's par.ts. But lo! the sun broke through and nature smiled. Can they ever forgot the coveted position they held during that memorable Rush V eek. A glorious truce to a horrible slaughter, but a truce it was, for the hostilities were resumed with renewed vigor. Soon all bounds were broken, and at times, not so awfully rare, the shell holes and bodies cn Federal Street brought back the beautiful memories of that zero hour in No Man's Land. When such activities had hit a roaring high, a treaty was called while the classes got together to discuss the situation. The agreement resulting from these arbitrations will stand as an everlasting monument to the Class of '40. T'was the first time the sophomores and freshmen had ever come to any kind of an agreeable understanding. One day, while feeling in a benevolent mood to all society in general, they v ere hopelessly caught unawares of their neglected homework in the shape of little brown envelopes. Their common stock suf.'ered a horrible set back and nearly fell off the market, while the preferred showed an instantaneous decline in interest rates. When the smoke cleared, these left standing decided to hold an election for class officers. Soap box radicals sprang forward. Politi- 27