McKendree University - McKendrean Yearbook (Lebanon, IL)

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ylgain R e (play, e(( jfollow the £eader EDWIN R. SPENCER Ph.D. Biology [AMES C. DOLLEY M.A., Litt.D. Latin and Greek KITH McDANIEL M.A. Romance Language Dean of Women AILEEN SPENCER B.A. Hi. ili .gy S M. McCLURE M.S. Geology MRS. MINNIE PHILLIPS Matron of Clark Hall ARTHUR K. HENDER A.B. SON Director of Physical Education OLIVER H. KLEIN- SCHMIDT A.A.G.O. Piano, Organ, Theory NELL G. OPPITZ M.A. History Social Science English MRS. BLANCHE HERTEN STEIN Matron of Carnegie Hall CHARLES F. KRAFT Ph.D. Philosophy and Religion R. PAULINE HARPER Voice Public School Music

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yy[cKendrean of (pages tjrom A Grades 3Y(ewiorij ' -Book September, 1935, saw forty-five students pass through the Centennial Gate- way and acknowledge the Hill as their new home. Indeed, we looked upon a world unknown. Little did we know about college life, or, in fact, about any- thing. Registration was a world event judging by its complications. What were college classes to be like if it took that much trouble just to get into them? If course we had to sec the President, but what for ? The President had to tell us why we wanted to see him. Next we contacted a lady, Donaldson by name, who took all that money from home which we had hoped we could keep — at least for awhile. From here we proceeded to the class room and the athletic field, lust as we were beginning to feel a bit settled and as if we were somebody we were reminded that we were nil. This brilliant class of ' 39 was bedecked with green caps and placed upon chapel programs — but we loved it. We soon made the acquaintance of a man whom we will never forget. Dean Baker called a meeting of the greenies ' ' , placed one of our caps upon his head, told us to be proud of them, and to fight for them. We no doubt followed his advice more literally than he intended we should. We elected a president and prepared for the traditional freshman scrap, with the usual result — we were still fourth-stringers . The freshmen men finished Up in Pake Beautiful and the girls in the bear cage. We were living and learning, but we still liked it. Two outstanding events marked our hirst year: Dr. Yost succeeded Dr. Harmon as president of McKendree, and our football team battled for the con- ference championship. ( ur class was represented in every organization on the campus. We boasted three lettermen each, in football and basketball, not to speak of tlie ten freshmen on the track squad. June came all too soon, taking with it our best friends, the seniors. As sophomores we found we had lost but two members of the class. This second year was not quite so eventful as the first, and as upperclassmen we dis- covered that we really should get down to work. Juniors! We were getting on. running in second place. Things were be- ginning to pick up . Unfortunately our group was cut down by the dropping out of ten members, leaving us striding along, twenty-seven strong. Came Senior Day and we proudly and seriously took up their challenge to assume leadership and keep things going. The next thing we knew we were on top. Boy, oh boy, the front seats in chapel! Our last year became as eventful as our first. All too soon we have reached our goal. We go Prom This ( ld Hill leaving a challenge with those who come after us. Now we have only memories, but these we will keep until the end — Pearson ' s Hall, literary societies, Eisenmeyer, our trips to town, heart- to-heart talks, room-mates, get-togethers and last, but not least, the classroom. Every class enrolling at McKendree goes through practically the same ex- periences. We, the seniors, hope that oncoming classes will maintain and cherish every fine tradition of the old college. There is but one more word to say, So long, McKendree. and mav vou forever be the oldest and best in the Middle West . Page Fourte