Simpson College - Zenith Yearbook (Indianola, IA)

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Robert Moats, B.S. B.S., Iowa State College, 1943. Milton A. Reili.y, A.M. Assistant Prolessor in Accounting and Business Administration B.S., Peabody College. 1935; M.A.. Graduate Peabody College, 1940; Louisiana State University, 1944. Marian Shook, M.M. Instructor ot Violin B.M., MacPhnil College of Music. 1943; M.M.. MacPhail College of Music, 1944; Julliard School of Music. Summer, 1940. Harold Francis Watson, Ph.D. See Faculty Council Page Roberta Myrtle Riegel, Ph.D. Assistant Prolessor ol Foreign Languages A.B.. Central College, Missouri. 191S; AM.. University of Chicago, 1926; Alliance-Francaise. Paris. France, Summer, 1928; Ph.D., University of Illinois, 1936; Graduate Student. Uni- versity of Mexico, Summer. 1941. (1941) Helen Spence Schooley, A.M. Instructor in Home Economics A.B.. University of Iowa, 1930; A.M.. University of Iowa, 1935. (1944) Grace Virginia Watkins, A.M. Instructor in Secretarial Science A.B., Jamestown College. 1926; A.M., State University of Iowa, 1927; Graduate Study, State University of Iowa. University of Colorado. New York University, North Dakota State College. University of Minnesota, Concordia College. (1942) Edna Dean Miller, A.B. Registrar Floyd M. Garrett, A.B. Field Representative Wendell Tutt, B.S.B.A.. A.M. Business Manager

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Dear Diary: It was a wonderful year, that first year. Of course, they’ve all been wonderful since, hut somehow a beginning like that can never be forgotten. The very first day, Byer Farnham, as student body president, told us that Simpson was a friendly school, and it seems that friendliness has been the keynote ever since. Byer told us a lot about Simpson tradi- tions that day, but we really got the Simpson spirit when Tom Hopley started teaching us the college songs and yells. If we’d been shy before, the Booster song took care of it. The Ys helped in getting acquainted, too, what with the picnic that first Monday night. It did rain and we had to go to the gym, but the picnic got results because we began to recognize each other. From then on, the week was a confused jumble of tests, open house, meeting people, lines of extended hands, free shows, and teas. But somehow we came out of all this with no ill effects, and after awhile we could settle down to studying. This was the year before the war dras- tically affected Simpson’s male population, and so there was the full number of parties and formals. We attended them just like we went out for Pep Club, choir, orchestra, and all the other organizations. We felt at home, and the red and gold freshman caps even couldn’t keep us from feeling as if we fit in. We got rid of the caps at Homecoming time, thanks to the winning football team, and from then on, we felt a part of Simpson. The first taste of the war’s manpower needs came in that February. A lot of our friends, in our class and upper classes, were called into active service by the Army Air Forces. I don’t think that we fully realized just what was to happen. We went on enjoying every part of school life and we shed the usual tears at graduation day. Then the next year we thought we knew what total war meant; we didn’t really, but we had been spoiled the year before, and such a change was abrupt and hard to take. That was the year that the all-college parties were held in the Union instead of in the gym. Even at that we weren’t crowded. In spite of the small number of students, Homecoming that year was outstanding. Quite a few of the preceding year’s students were back, in uniform of course, and the celebration lived up to its name. The spirit was wonderful; I guess everyone was re- solved to make up for the small enrollment by an abundance of enthusiasm. The Christmas party, the Beauty Ball, Campus Day—all were on the calendar. And Simpson beat Drake that year, too. Last year, our junior year, our own class was still small, but enrollment for the whole increased. It was evidenced by many things; the return of the parade to the Homecoming festivities; the Homecoming Dance and the Beauty Ball in the gym; the organization of a college dance band; a string of victories for the teams; and the return of baseball to the schedule. When fall came we began to see a lot more familiar faces; but we couldn’t get used to the fact that they were usually two classes behind us. We realized how fortu- nate we were. A lot of new people joined our class, too, and the second semester brought more than at any time since our freshman year. We early gave up trying to maintain senior dignity, after all, weren’t some of the freshmen older than we? We felt almost like freshmen ourselves the second semester when we saw all the unfamiliar faces. This was the year we all started to check our credits and grades. And then the word “comprehensives” came into our vocabulary. This was one exclusive senior right we would have been glad to give up. However the trustees didn’t agree, so in May we tried to put our four year’s accumulation of knowledge into four hours of recitation and writing. If last year’s graduation affected us, imagine how we’ll act at our own. For four years Simpson has been more of a home than our own town—we spend more time here, and we’re certainly more in contact with our classmates. It’s been wonderful— disappointing times, sure! But gee! we’ll hate to leave. Maybe next Homecoming—. 24 An Exhausted Senior