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

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iStH RE CORD WILL H H College life is something removed . . . something just a little different from anything else in the world. At school we began to accept responsibility, but it didn ' t wear us out ... we were on our own a great deal . . . but the thought didn ' t worry us ... we saved plenty of time for horse-play, general merriment, and all-round nonsense. We played bridge in the C-club, haphazardly tried our artistic hand at keeping pin-up boards, wore our high-school-old saddles every day, and even started new fashions in clothes . . . from Bermuda shorts, to toreador pants, to knee-length hose. Perhaps we even took on what we thought was a touch of sophistication, and visited some of the local scenic spots . . . but only if we were of voting age. Pttf c Eifihtccn

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Almost nothing at Butler is as successful, fun-wise, as the annual all-school picnic. Held this year at Broad Ripple park shortly after the opening of school, the picnic gave newcomers a terrific chance to get acquainted, and old- timers an opportunity to catch up on all the past summer ' s gossip. New sorority pledges were on hand to entertain the group with their stunts and antics. Games— and above all, food— added to the enjoyment of all who attended. Loyalty Legion sponsored the all-campus shindig and again reported its terrific success. Despite rumors of girls involuntarily going swimming, fellows tasting mud-dogs instead of hot dogs, and pledges muffing their lines pa- thetically, the all-school picnic ' s success story was echoed through Jordan halls for days to follow. Roasting wienies is more fun when coat hangers are used for forks. Fresh- men pay no attention to outside dis- tractions . . . The wienie is the thing! Girls and boys lazily prepare to devour the typical picnic meal — probably prepared over the hot stove by the little women! But dearie, you burned it! Pacje Seventeen

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Regardless of age, we laughed at the ultra-sophisti- cation of The Moon is Blue, danced to Ray Anthony and Duke Ellington, read Mickey Spillane, and sang the age-old ' Tvvas a Cold Winter ' s Evening. We listened to St. George and the Dragon, cut our hair till the campus looked like an all-male one, and wore powder-blue velvet, red corduroy, and checked cotton vests. We were in college, and col- legians we determined to be. We tried to urge a drink from the reluctant foun- tains that were in Jordan Hall . . . tried to return o ' er- due library books without the penalty . . . tried at- tending a multitu de of meetings from the Boy Bird- watchers club to Home Ec society for nutrition majors . . , We walked in the rain and snow, collected clothes for the Cheer Drive, campaigned for offices, worried about summer school, played in intramurals, worked on plays, attended church services, and were late for eight o ' clock classes. We were unified . . . we were carefree . . . we worked. But no matter what else we did, we had fun! Page Nineteen