Indiana University - Arbutus Yearbook (Bloomington, IN)

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FOREWORD on ' t tense is the expression of the hour. It is the college Joe and Jane ' s own — developed after three long years of growing up in a scared, unstable world. Phrases such as Frustration of the times, futility of the future now sound acutely trite to the college student. He feels silly being described as desperate, emotionally insecure, depressed. He ' s tired of melodramatics and he ' s developed a stage technique of brilliant understatement. Worn out with talk that arrives nowhere, he has stopped talking. Not overly optimistic, yet not appreciably pessimistic, he tries to formulate tentative plans for the future, realizing that he must knit loosely to allow for alterations. Girls want to learn something useful, practical — a major that can procure a job while their men are at war. Fellows want to get their education behind them, serve their term in the army, get out and then start building a future. When asked how he feels about the war and the times, a college student ' s first impulse seems to be, Do I have any feelings? He seems to have solved his uncertainty by variations of the philosophy, wait and see. His mind has reconciled itself that there is a war, the end of hich is not in sight. The fellows have to go, fight, perhaps never come back; and the girls have to wait . . . and occupy their minds with a job. When he comes back, that is the time the student expects to make some real plans. That is what everything hinges on. So here we have the college student in 1953 — a year not too different from 1952, and a year that, he thinks, will set the pattern for 1954. Although the war and the upset are important to him, the coke date at 2:30, the committee meeting at 7:00, his date for the formal next week end and the grade he made on his Physics test occupy most of his thoughts. He has been graphically shown by three shaky years that it is perhaps best not to try to look too far into the future. He has decided the best thing to do is to play it cool don ' t tense and take things as they come. Anyway, as the following pages will bear out, he ' s too busy with the present . . .

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We will remember • • • Come on! We ' re going on a picnic! But, I ' ve got a test Monday, a guilty conscience moans. Who hasn ' t? Books are dropped, picnic garb — jeans and I. U. Sweatshirt — slid into, a blanket and uke grabbed. They ' re on their way! The call of the turning leaves and placid lakes has won again. Expectation and excitement run high as strains of Indiana, Our Indiana and Hail to Old I. U. bounce from the ivindoiv of the car to mix with the rushing winds. Broken hearts and emotional crises are buried and forgotten for the time as the blankets are spread out, the ukes tuned, the cokes and other beverages dumped down. Talking is at a maximum, intelligent conversa- tion at a minimum. Wits and half-wits compete with each other for the center of attention. Food is chomped quickly in order to keep pace with one ' s contempo- raries. A uke combo is formed. The ballads, at first spirited, grow quieter as the afternoon shadows creep over the group. Each in turn falls silent, conversation dies out. The lazy sun of autumn trickles through the blazing leaves overhead . . . And then it ' s time to go back. Blankets and ukes are gathered up, personal belongings collected. Thought yields to action again, temporarily. Students walk back in a group, yet each has his ow n thoughts. The riddles of life aren ' t solved, but they don ' t seem so difficult any more. Through relaxation, things have fallen into a new and clear perspective. Confidence is restored and peace is found . . . until . . . Picnicking in Brown County