Manchester College - Aurora Yearbook (North Manchester, IN)

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Jhe bells call the students The Manchester College enrollment for the year 1944-45 was 410 — women 315, men 95. Of this fact most of us have been acutely aware, for not only has it been the favorite joke of every chapel speaker, but it has been the disgust of every co-ed and the cause of no end of bewilderment to every male enrolled. It has brought about absurdities and difficult situations; situations which we have laughed at and griped about simultaneously. We have gotten used to having 3 ' 2 women for every man. We can go dateless to any number of banquets without the slightest hesitation, and only the very unusual co-ed rates that coveted trip to the Ritz on Saturday night. Our coke dates are with the girls in the gang and our conversation is about the man who sends us that daily letter. Yes, the enroll- ment has played funny tricks with us this year. But we wouldn ' t want to leave the impression that this is a strictly feminine school. We do have men, and although they can ' t boast a numerical balance with the co-eds, they still hold and execute the important campus offices. All in all, ours is an interesting, well integrated, and wholesome student body that matriculates here at Manchester, heeding the hourly call of the bells. Youth hath many charms Hath many joys and much delight; Even its doubts and vague alarms By contrast make it bright. -Arnold Page twenty-two

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Frantz, president Hoff, sponsor Neff, secretary Edwards, treasurer Lehman, vice-president CLASS O F 19 4 5 We are the seniors! Short years ago we came to this campus — over two hundred strong. We came from all over the United States, a heterogeneous group, young, fun-loving, and eager to taste of the fruits of this thing called college. Within the sound of the bells we lived and learned and loved. Ours was a boundless energy. Ours was the exhilarating joy of being freshmen. But we, too, had our serious moments. December 7th and the declaration of war found us a sober and wondering group. What will this mean to us? That question was on our minds constantly. Our answer came swift and fast as our number began to dwindle and in place of the familiar faces that we were so used to, we saw empty seats and an honor roll in the hall. But we were undaunted. We went forth, and although our numbers were few, our en- thusiasm was great. As sophomores, we infested the campus with ideas for bigger and better banquets, worked unceasingly on committees, and once in a while broke into the news with a club president, an oratorical contest winner, or a high point man on the football team. As juniors, we edited an AURORA, produced a May Queen, and had our share of candidates for Who ' s Who. Now, we are seniors. A small group we are. Our boundless energy has been tempered by our experiences, but we are still fun-loving and eager to taste the fruits of — no, not college life; that is past — the fruits of the pro- fessions we have been preparing for — the life that is ahead. Page twenty-four