Manchester College - Aurora Yearbook (North Manchester, IN)

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C. Ray Keim, Ph.D. . . . Keim , professor of fiistory, pro- fiibltionist, agitator for better movies, pacifist, carpenter, Jofin Howard ' s papa. Andrew W. Cordier, Ph.D. . . Cordier , professor, lecturer, internotionahst, football enthusiast, wearer of a black derby, politician, friend. Sara Mertz, B.P.S.M. . . . Sally , artist, vocalist, practical painter, dyer of batiks, social studies illustrator, long-time enemy of Don Martin. A. R. Eikenberry, A.M. ... A. R. , psychologist, mayor of the town, Kiwanian, sponsor of literary societies, good sport, adviser of the class of ' 36. Julia A. Vandervort, A.M. . . . Julie , teacher of home economics, interior decorator, designer, dietitian, owner of on eccentric Buick. — Woman started everything and man just . . . L. W. Shultz, A.M. . . . Prof , librarian, professor of religious education, young people ' s worker, Camp Mack sponsor, col- lector of stones and Indian antiques, landscaper and stone mason. Lois Ebey Thompson, BL.S. . . . Lois , reference librarian, efficient and accurate cataloguer, bride of the year. Lloyd G. Mitten, M.S. . . . Lloyd Garrison , professor of commerce, authority on partnership , athletics enthusiast, reviewer of chapel programs. J. Oscar Winger, B.Accts. . . . J. O. , field representative, professor of commerce, jovialist, preacher, collector of poems for all occasions. Mary E. Davis, Ph.B. . . . Miss Davis , collector of patterns and poems, (agin havin ' her pitchur took). — lor baby ain ' t sayin ' nothin ' . 25

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A U T Edward Kintner, A.M. . Kintner , scientist, teacher of life , student of nature and people, fatfner of seven sons, philoso- pher. John E. Dotterer, A.M. . . . Johnny Dot- terer , mathematician, committeeman, ad- viser of Phronia, Republican, prohibitionist, original joke producer. Oscar W. Neher, M.S. Professor Neher , biologist, lover of trees and wild flowers, diligent scholar, former Mt. Mor- ris Prof. Fred R. Conkling, A.M. . . . Conkling , professor of English, adviser of Oak Leaves and Acorn, freshman class sponsor, debate judge, editor, raiser of rabbits. — I ' ve been tremendously interested in . . . R. C. Wenger, A.M. . . . R. C , pro- fessor of English, adviser of the class of ' 35 and of Student Volunteers, committeeman par excellence. Buckeye by birth, gardener. Lloyd M. Hoff, Ph.D. . . . Dr. Hoff , professor, literary critic, playwright, debate judge, musician, promoter of Green Pastures , punster, adviser of Rhetoria and Y. M. Charles S. Morris, Ph.D. . . . Morris , scientist, physicist, mathematician, astron- omer, teacher, member of men ' s quartet. — Those who have already studied this will bear with me while we v ho are not so familiar will . . . ' Don Martin, M.S. . . . ' Don ' , chemist, test giver, trickster. Pied Piper of the chemistry building, adviser of the class of ' 34. — ' Go over to the Ad building and get a quarter gram of radium. Sadie Stutsman Wampler, A.M. Sadie , dramatist, teacher, vocalist, artist, cross word puzzle fan, chess player, poet, fisherman, designer, architect, landscape artist, adviser of Mathea. — My Scotts!

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• CONCERNING SENIORS • MIRIAM CULLER I cannot remember of ever seeing commencement exercises for the first time. There must hove been a beginning, naturally, but as far bock as my memory reaches, the soul-stirring chords of the March of the Priests hove always aroused for me a mental picture of the stately tread of those be-robed gods and goddesses , seniors, in their supreme achievement — graduation! Different personalities, as the years passed, never seemed to change my picture of the graduation march. After years of observing the annual festivities incumbent to commencement time, the glory of seniority as an entity had become enshrined in my heart. It never occurred to me that such dignity was only external — just a mask for personalities. A senior was perfect and I did not question how he had become so. I cannot say that it was ever my ambition to be one of this bond of the wonder- ful, but this may have lurked in a misty corner of the undeveloped port of my brain, for I distinctly remember my perturbation when a schoolmate asked me what I in- tended doing after I was graduated from high school.. What, indeed? I ran to my mother for reassurance! What could one do, after high school — except to go to college? On the other hand, my ideals were shocked by the suggestion of a how-you- have-grown ' visitor, that Pretty soon little Miriam will be a senior, too! That vas probably the first intimation to my innocence of a connection between me and seniors! And this seed being planted in my imagination, brought forth unrest, for it seemed treasonous to think of such a thing — not because I had on inferiority complex. Ah, no! It was only my feeling that the abstract should not be sullied by contact with the concrete. Instead of my being glorified, the senior ideal in my mind had been somewhat deflated. Of course, my reactions were instinctive then; it is only in retrospection that I understand my repulsion. To me, some intangible influence seemed to transform commonplace persons into powerful dignitaries (so that even my own sister hod appeared regal), but it hod no connection with me. As a freshman, the awe and reverence for seniors increased by physical per- suasion. There was no doubt in my mind, perforce, that seniors v ere gods in human form. Great creatures, who spoke with familiarity about anthropomorphism and icositetrahedrons! More than that, they were intelligentsia supreme! Amazed, I gasped at their acceptance of teachers as equals — at their easy grasp of knowledge and at the surety with which they planned and executed all sorts of undertakings. They seemed to feel not only their own importance, but our insignificance — a feel- ing we shared. Now I am asked, Well, how does it feel to be a senior? And I am ashamed and a bit worried, at times, to admit that it doesn ' t feel at all. Disconcerted, at feeds, I notice that senior girls are just as silly as freshmen. Skipping down College Avenue, I stop aghast, wondering — Where is the proverbial dignity? I notice, surprised, that senior boys are still youngsters when baseball time comes. Yet — although it means the destruction of a cherished ideal — I am happy that seniors ore human! The ultimate to me, then, has always been seniorship. Seniors ore creatures who hove attained — they have reached the goal of all possible desires, hdow silly! Now that I have put away childish things and have become a senior, I know that instead of having reached my goal — I hove only just begun to live — everything is just commencing. 26 i