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

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AFTERNOONS SPED BY Afternoons were always different. Some of us left school and went immediately to work, but most of us had time on our hands. It was time that should have been spent studying, but it was time that was mainly used for bull sessions, walks along the canal, catching a quick nap (if it had been a rough night before), and refreshment hours. Some afternoons the only knowledge absorbed was that a black three a was a stop-card. Canasta was the craze! . Some spent frantic p. m. ' s sweating out labs; some labored for hours on organization projects. Around Easter, the campus was turned into a field of mystery for the Y.W.C.A. Easter Egg Hunt. Coeds scampered all over the place scramb- ling for eggs. But the boys outran the gals and came up with the golden oval worth $5.00. Many afternoons were spent in preparation for the Sigma Nu kite flying contest. Soror- ity girls struggled to make gigantic masterpieces only to find that some combinations of paper, wood, and string wouldn ' t leave the ground. The crowd jeered and yelled at the un- fortunate ones, until strong winds finally assured success. Every inch the kites rose, they were encouraged by cheers from the onlookers. Faces fell when the kite of their choice slumped, if only for a second. These afternoons were full of excitement. Club meetings usually took place before the twilight hours. There was the business side — the forums, the money-making plans, the elections of officers — and there was the funny side. At first it was a little bit surprising to see Indians roaming the plains of Fair- view, but we became pacified when we realized Utes was having an initiation. And so our afternoons went. They were spent in work and play, In solitude and com- radeship. These were the golden hours of our university day.

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EVENING TIME MEANT PLAY TIME And when night time rolled around and the sun was setting over the trees, it was time to think about how to spend an evening in the most solid manner. Maybe it was just a show and something to eat afterwards; perhaps a moonlight skat- ing party claimed our time. Maybe it was a trip to a local night spot to catch a hot combo; maybe it was a drive through the country. We attended Kenton concerts and symphony performances with the same enthusiasm. We yelled and screamed at hockey games and yet managed to keep calm at lectures on the threat to world peace. Those of us who tried to save money studied in the evenings or had people over for bridge, record sessions, or lively philo- sophical discussions. The C-Club became the meeting place for those who just wanted to go out for a coke. In the winter, almost all of us made weekly treks to the field- house to cheer that terrific sport, basketball. It might have been cold outside, but Tony ' s ponies generated plenty of heat inside as they carried on the tradition of top-notch basket-shooting at Butler. A snowy trip to the Butler arena was a refreshing appetizer to the basketball menu served up by the inimitable Buckshot O ' Brien and company. Sometimes the team lost, sometimes they won. But all the games were thrilling and the fans backed the Bull- dogs, win or lose. There was always something to do in the evenings. Around sorority row or on school lawns, in the spring, people got together for serenades and harmony drifted out over the campus. H ■ ■ H ' ' J ■■S ' tI ■HI A. ' .JU B - r V 1 ■v L 1 UL ■1 P iijM