McKendree University - McKendrean Yearbook (Lebanon, IL)

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Clark Hall, Sept. 8, 1937. Dear Bun: Well, I ' m here. Arrived last night and after stalking through the tall tim- bers for ten minutes and barging into couples on green benches here and there who gave directions I tinally hit the Dorm. Talk about activity ! The girls are awfully nice. I ' m on third and they tell me my room is the envy of the house — it ' s the last one on the north side on the west end. I can ' t quite figure it out myself. Today I registered. There were two things I wanted : I ' rench and Shake- speare. You want t(j know what I got? I ' ll tell you. This is a rough idea of what happened : 6:15 — I am awakened by the most terriffic noise I ever heard. ' Phey tell me it ' s someone trying to blow the bugle for rising. Imagine! In the middle of the night ! 6:45 — Same bugle — it ' s time for breakfast now. I turn over and go to sleep again. 9:30 — I saunter over into the office and begin to register. I must see Dr. Yost, they say. 1 don ' t want to see Dr. Yost, but they say I must. So, 1 get a number — 96. V. ' hat does it mean? Nothing, only I am the 96th person to approach the President. What mmiber is in there now? Hmmmm, number 6. 10:00 — 1 have secured a long series of attached cards to fill in and I triumphantly charge the office force again. Number 11 is in now. 10:30 — The English Head is my adviser. She says I can ' t take Shakespeare — I want to take Shakespeare, so-o-o, I take Freshman Rhetoric. I must take Biology — you know, worms, and things. She puts a few more courses down ; I really don ' t care as long as I get to take French. 11:50 — I can ' t take French, because I have lo take History at the same time I want to take French. I don ' t want History, but, I take History. 12:00 — I take my wilted card and again crash the office force. What number ' s in now? 32!! What ' s more it ' s twelve o ' clock, and the President is going home. So, I go home, too. 1 :15 — I ' m back again, all ready for the second round. I must take Bible — I can ' t graduate without Bible. 2 :30 — Well, well, they ' re up to number 47 now. 3:30 — Number 62! 4:30 — Number 78. My cards and questionnaires have been filled out and held in my hot and nervous hands so long, that the ink has run all over the place. I can ' t tell now whether my answer to Do you need deferred payment? was yes or gas . 5 :30— Number 86. . . . 6:30 — Number 95!! The President has to quit sometime today, so he quits at number 95. He goes home for dinner. ( I go crazy — I haven ' t a nail left.) Yours, Chatty. P. S. I got to go to Chapel, too. I don ' t want . . . Oh, well, what ' s the use?

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A .exwoh. to UaA Mmxt YlflaieA Four years, they tell us ' tis four years, — Upon the face of calendar and by the stars, perhaps, But surely ' tis but yesterday we came. Just yesterday we saw your drowsy trees, Quiet, slow-swaying, in September ' s idle breeze ; First walked upon your cool, green carpet. Heard your chapel bell Peal out its self -same message as in years agone. We were so care- free, were so gay. We had four }ears in which to learn and play — Four long, long, most interminable years To somehow worrv throu ' di before we cjuld depart, Four years of stud}-, wc -k, and mayhap, tears. S1(J h ' thev began, dragging weary feet at times, perchance, Those years. Then graduall}- their pace c|uickened, tliey began to march, This march became a cjuickstep, then broke into a run, And now — thev have taken to tJTemselves wings — and we are at the end. What have we done? Oh, this and that — Made friendships, broadened horizons, we hope, Sloughed off old, useless prejudices. Opened new vistas, gained a clearer view. Retained much that is old, and added new. Is there a place for us when we fare forth ? We hope, we somehow do believe there is. If we have shaped ourselves to fit into the scheme of things. But we shall see. Yes, we shall see. But we shall go with lagging feet from you. Just as we came with lagging feet, perhaps, four years ago. And you shall hold forever in our heart of hearts, a shrine, At which, from time to time. Memory will pause awhile. To burn a bit of incense sweet to you. Four years — they tell us ' tis four years. — AlleEn Wilson. Page Fourteen