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

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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

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THE DAY ' S END LEFT US WITH MEMORIES We looked forward to the dances that came up periodically. There was Panhel, the Blanket Hop, Freshman Rose, Sophomore Cotillion, Junior Prom and Senior Ball. It meant digging down into the wallet for the necessary cash to rent or clean a tux. It meant money to buy a ticket, to purchase flowers and all the other little necessities, but most of the males thought it was worth it, and naturally the females thought so, too. The girls had their turn to dig down deep, too. Most of them made quite an evening of this turnabout and took their men out to dinner. Those who really wanted to show what they could do cooked dinner, but most were content to buy it for their dates. We think of the sweet somethings that were whispered into listening ears as couples glided over the dance floors to the tune of a smooth band. There was the thrill of crown- ing a queen, or honoring a football player, or the laughs produced by the cartoon corsages and masculine queens at Panhel. They were terrific dances that will be remembered even after the souvenir programs have turned yellow with age. And when the evenings at Butler were over, there was usually a ritual carried out by the boys and gals. Little non-sensical, maybe serious, talks on the front porch as the late hour limit approached, maybe a rehash of the night ' s fun, plans for future dates, and finally — the goodnight kiss.