Marshall University - Chief Justice Yearbook (Huntington, WV)

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I Ml RUM HI,I-' of gunfire in the distance did not turn our young heads on that bright day in September 1941. Our minds were lull of the wonder and excitement that college life had in store for us. In the next few weeks our life was practically planned for us—a sorority dance here, a fraternity party there, a mix on Monday night, a swing given by the Student Council, a play by the college theatre, and of course our daily, or should I say hourly, visits to the Student Union. And oh yes, I almost forgot about registration and classes starting in the mist of all these activities. From then on. we were full fledged Marshallites. In the meantime the football season was getting well under way, and with our moral support the Thundering Herd was bringing home victory after victory. With the approaching of the Homecoming game our excitement grew to almost unbearable heights. To set it all off our curiosity was keeping us in a dither to know who was to lx crowned queen of the year. The afternoon of the game all of the sororities and fraternities had beautiful floats to parade around the field during the half. The contestants eligible for the beauty queens also appeared, but it was not until that night at the dance that we knew who was to lx queen. That night we were all transformed from bobby-sock kids into beautiful girls ami handsome fellows. Shocked back to reality by the approach of midsemester exams we settled down to a quiet two weeks of intensive study. Hut no sooner were the exams over until we resumed our social activities. This time basketball was the main highlight, with several swings, dances, and a play thrown in for good measure. One of the many things we were truly proud of that year were student elections. It seemed as if everyone had been struck by a bolt of democracy. One society in particular that aided the movement was the B. O. M. (Builders of Marshall), which consisted of both Greek and Independent parties. We entered our second year at Marshall realizing that many of our boys had marched off to war, and like all war-time colleges, we had a limited social program. During the year our class grew smaller and smaller as the boys were called or enlisted until it seemed as if our class would just fade away. Even our football and basketball seasons were greatly restricted, but we did manage to struggle through. In March 1943 the Army answered the maiden’s prayers and sent Marshall a ready-made Army, the 47th Division of the Air Force. The students set right to work to help build Army morale. The sororities gave parties for them, and there were weekly dances for our cadets. Hut other than these our social activities were rationed considerably. But our help was not all in the social line; many of us spent our free time doing Red Cross or canteen work and similar activities. Page Twenty-one

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Seated, left to right, Janice Cook, Evelyn Haws; standing, left to right, Madeline Nasser, Ruth Hamill, Eleanor Porter, Adrian Hatfield, Marjorie Kunz, Viola Lipscomb, Rita Sullivan. Carnett Queen, Natalie I.yon, Nell Cornell. STAFF Iul if or-in-Chief Managing lid if or liusiness Manager — Evelyn' Haws Janice Cook Adrian 1 Iatiiiid John Anderson Jean Bryant Peggy Bu .ek Kathryn Carpenter Nell Cornell Mildred Parley Judy Gellman Eunice Haddad Janet Hagen Ruth Hamill Elizabeth 1 iayncs Virginia I lodges Marjorie Kunz Viola Lipscomb Natalie Lyon Janet Miller Dorothy Muir Marilynn Musick Eunice Parry Beverly Petit Eleanor Porter Garnett Queen Rita Sullivan Norma Dale Tice Virginia Todd Marycllcn Wise Page Tuw y

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September 1943 found only a few of our class coming back to Marshall. Could this be Marshall that we had entered in ’41? The ebb of life went down and down: The campus was as dead as if ghosts walked the lanes. The only sign of life was the tramp, tramp, tramp of the cadets and their attempt to stay cheerful by singing. This year we had no college dances, only a few for the cadets, no parties, no football games. Most of the boys who had entered in '41 by now had entered the service, and many of the girls left to get jobs while money was free and easy. Time after time we who were left had to check our own impulse and muster up all the resistance we had to finish school, but in the end our better judgment helped us through the temptation. We realized that after all we were the America of Tomorrow, and that in order to become good leaders or followers we needed all the education that we could obtain. To case our impatience to get out of school and start our own careers the administration began the accelerated school program. Under this new program we could finish school in three years by going a few weeks in the summers. At last our senior year is here. Why, it seems only yesterday that we were freshmen. yet now we can realize that in the past four years we have endured many hardships just as all college students have done during times of war. These hardships have left their imprint on us. for they have matured us beyond our time. This year many of our boys who entered with us in ’41 arc back, and also many younger and new ones. The cadets have left, and again Marshall is taking on an air of pre-war days with our crowded Union, swings, mixes, and many extra entertainments. When the Student Council planned Sadie 1 lawkins Day all the student body and even some of the faculty participated. Other memories are of swings given not only for the student body, but also for the patients at Morris Memorial and Veterans hospitals. Perhaps the most amusing memory is of the Faculty basketball game which was held entirely for the l iny Tim Fund. Who can ever forget Bill Garda as Page Pitt, Carl Drury as Dean Bowers, or Jimmie Staley as Pappy” Utterback? A Service Flag has been erected, a memorial beneath which we always pause as we pass it by the clock in Old Main. One of the final events of the year was the Spring Carnival, the first of its kind on the campus—the Marshall of the good old days” is back and back to stay. Once again we can be proud to be a Marshall student. Our faces have turned to the future; we no longer have to look backwards, but can turn our eyes toward bright opportunities. As we come closer to the day of graduation, there is a lump in our throats and the suspicion of tears in our eyes, for after all this has been our home for four years and each of us has grown close to his classmates. We’ve struggled together, played together, and now we come to the parting; but such is life. To the incoming students we offer a hearty welcome, for we know they will love Marshall as we do. P« gr Twenty-two