Antioch College - Towers Yearbook (Yellow Springs, OH)

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Rodney Keith Roadifer, Logan, Iowa Goncalo lames Rodrigues, Corning, New Yorlg William Donald Roy, Somerset, Pennsylvania Hilding Oscar Russell, Worcester, Massachusetts George Samuels, New Yorlq, New York Orrine Garvett Sawyer, Monroe, New Hampshire Helen Louise Schnetzler, Fairbary, Illinois Frank Bernard Schoeneman, I-Iawarden, Iowa Anthony Sini, Shoreham, New Yorlg Betty Slusser, Lakewood, Ohio 158

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13 P A T T E R 1A 1 ORRENCE, the open air job which has spent most of the year cowering about the Baker House hearth stone, is still at large and to be observed by curious if Wi' l visitors at Antioch College. It is hoped that it will soon be placed in the same category of curiosities of note as the underground tunnel and the place where Daniel Boone grape-vined across the Gorge. One of the novel sights to be looked upon in awe this year is the present feminine addition to the Glen Gang. Fe- male forms disguised by sturdy overalls, dinner pails and hob- nailed boots are to be seen trudging down the road at the crack of dawn. lust another result of the far-reaching effects of the campaign for social equality. It would be amusing to watch a Glen Gang girl, armed with pick and shovel, tell a masked glen bandit where to get ofi. Imagine the banditls amazed consternation! lust making the glen safe for democracy and lonely Antioch females. After all, it seems as good a Way of seeking validity in life as any. 157

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THE SIDING ' ' -' HE last shadows of a warm spring afternoon were V fast fading into the cool somberness of twilight y... At the base of an immense cement buttress, Hank- .T:'-if,. -ff' ' ' ' f h- MJ X' ing the bridge s end, glowed and crackled a res ly built fire. lts smoke trailed up the wall into the nothingness of the evening sky. In the glare of the blaze, their faces brought into prominence by the light, sat three men. Over the fire, hanging on a crotched stick, was a pot of stew. The steam, mixed with the pungent smoke, made a most appetizing and enticing odor. With a long stick, one of the ltrio, apparently the cook, would stir the mess. He was short and pudgy-faced. Funny it don't come. The man sitting opposite the cook had spoken. Over one of his eyes hung a patch. His face was continually twitching and had a gaunt appearance. Maybe she's flate tonightf' The answer came from a rat- faced hunchback, who sat with his cup ready for some of the food. Let's have some of tha grub, before ya wear it out with yer stirrinf' I-le shoved his cup across the fire with a shaking hand. Thick or thin, Sir?', The cook held the stick daintily in his hand with his little finger distended. Come off with yer high manners and gimme some of that stuff! My word, Humpy, but you are becoming most over- whelmingly irritable? He took the offered cup and dexter- 159 -