Marion University - Marionette Yearbook (Marion, IN)

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“In one door and out the other.” Sounds commonplace, doesn’t it? And it is, it’s the routine every registra¬ tion day. In one door—cards checked, records made, bills paid—then out the other. Connie, Paul, Truman, Georgia Lee, Bette, Maxine, Emerson, Bill, and A1 —that is the procession we see filing in one door to register and out the other to begin working, studying, playing, praying—they are now be¬ ginning to live at M. C., becoming a part of the college, letting it become a part of them. Both are inevit¬ able. With registration completed, Sep¬ tember has made its first contribu¬ tion to the “days of our year.” The next event in September is one which involves not all, but a large part of the student body—some of them as subjects and the others as objects of a certain action—the (definitely) informal inductance of the freshmen into campus life. Theo¬ retically, a freshie is assisted in his adjustments to the collegiate made of being by orientation 101; but it seems to be habitual that the sopho¬ more class supplements the aid given to the freshmen by this course of Dr. McConn ' s. A classic victim of sophomore action is pictured below —we mean Marge, not this telephone pole. Other notable contributions of Sep¬ tember are the anti-homesickness program, the first Student Confer¬ ence of the year on Sept. 15. and the annual handshaking festival com¬ monly called the Faculty-Student Re¬ ception. Eight

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OF THE YEAR 1941-1942 He has been haunted by the omin¬ ous spectre of collateral reading, tor¬ mented by the infinite duties of clubs and classes, taxed by daily assign¬ ments, and sobered by thought of approaching finals. But now he is nearing the end of it all. Finally the last text is closed, every blue book is written, and the daze of his year is ended. But though the daze is over, the confusion is not. Let him who dis¬ putes call at Teter Hall, Congress Hall, Rigsby’s, or Beals’ (etc.). Let him walk through the rooms, leap over suitcases and lamps, and plough through piles of socks, shirts, pillows and shoes. Packing is in full swing. And, indeed, conclusion is confusion. And when it is ended, 200 students will, like Charlotte pictured below, start joyfully homeward, then to dream of another year when they can come back and do it all over again. 1 low follow this Wontk to WontL evieiv ■fW rf 1

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m October 7 was the first red letter day of that month. It was late after¬ noon of that day, a Monday, when the Senior Class launched their com¬ paratively successful secret expedi¬ tion to Chicago. (The trip is tradi¬ tional; the secrecy is occasional.) Members of the Junior Class, with eyes tired from weeks of all-night vigils, stood in alley entrances and at intersections to bid the seniors bon voyage as the bus left the garage and headed north. Two “taggers” who knew too much remembered being kidnapped. The sneak as represented by photo¬ graphic art may be seen above. The title of the picture is “Shhh!” The last half of October was de¬ voted primarily to spiritual activ¬ ities. The customary fall revival meetings were conducted this year by Dr. Babcock (above), evangelist of the Wesleyan Methodist Church. In connection with the revival the first annual Ministerial Convention of the Marion College Area was held during the last week-end of the meet¬ ings, with Dr. Marston, Bishop of the Free Methodist Church, as the guest speaker for the occasion. On page twenty-three of “Days of Our Year” will be found the picture of this splendid group of ministers, tak¬ en during their congregation on the friendly campus of Marion College.