Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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Row I: Capt. King, Lt. Col. Tarter, Lt. Haley. Row 2: Tech. Sgt. Tworle, Lt. Price, Tech. Sgt. Jones, Staff Sgt. Mondor. R. O. T. C. Uniforms and brass buttons are back on campus for the first time since the war, with the new Butler University Air Corp R. O. T. C. unit. Temoorarily housed in the basement of Jordan Hall, the teaching staff of the new unit conducts business in the most military of atmospheres. Their association with the university is an ever- present reminder of the war that is just over and the instability of the world today. And most important to us, its addition is another step in the expansion of the Butler curriculum.

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Through the smoke in the Campus Club, the outsider sees us engrossed in a bridge game. The steps of Jell Hall seem always crowded with loafing students, involved in the weighty matter of Saturday night dates. The uninitiated knowingly smile as they see the letters that are written during the limbo of night classes, but, though these activities are certainly a part of Butler life, there is another phase of campus- ology about which we are a little more serious. This aspect revolves around exams, blue books, notebook paper, leaky fountain pens, pencil stubs, overloaded ash trays, Barnes ' outlines, cribs, empty coke bottles, and finally, that report they send home to our par- ents. . . . Parts of our days, and most of our nights are spent over scribbled notes and muddled text books. And even the most lax student spends many hours each semester in the library, searching the card file, ques- tioning the librarian, leafing dusty books in the stacks. But we ' re not complaining. . . . We sort of like that feeling of accomplishment that comes with a com- pleted assignment. § ; xt;;.-- -: .: •;;. r • : ...i. •as V — fai . : = ' ! L

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Classes, classes, classes . . . most of the days and some of the nights are spent in classes. Within the walls of Jordan Hall, wisdom in abundance is imparted to many eager ears, and some eager minds; and busy hands practice in labs the theories of classrooms. There are times when thoughts wander, and pencils idly doodle on the margin of lecture notes. But most of the time, minds are concentrated on the material at hand. Bells ring, students pour forth into the maelstrom of hallways. Cigarettes are lighted, smoke rolls thickly, feet hurry along stairways, and again a beil rings. Class- room doors are shut by sober-faced professors. The student sighs, slips down in his cear, and opens his notebook.