Arthur Jordan Conservatory of Music - Opus Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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p?5f ' !;:; gp » »r i - i.f - Bert Asa seemed to represent a butcher and a baseball player in her garb, and Helen Hoffman made a good hula dancer in hers. Of course there were other queer sights about the campus that memorable week. Now the freshmen are racking their brains to think of something suitably horrible for next year ' s crop.

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A WEEK OF HELL Hints of Hell Week and its miseries popped up during the first six weeks of school, and finally, after several post- ponements, the dreaded, but exciting time came for all green freshmen to bow down to teachers and upper- classmen. As usual many embarrass- ing and funny incidents happened to the frosh, but they all took it good naturedly. It is too bad that we all have such colorful garments, as the girls took ad- vantage of this factor and chose for us the worst combinations possible. But did they stop with this gesture? No! The hair must match the style of the garment. In the case of Wilma Byfield, for instance, they just couldn ' t seem to make her hair look terrible enough, so after much debate, they finally decided upon pigtails. Some were permitted to wear an up-sweep — you know — the kind with pin curls. Not being satisfied with the punishment they had already inflicted upon us, the upper-classmen in the two dorms planned a special treat for their new friends. They not only made us do their dishes, make their beds, praise them and climb the stairs backwards, but they placed wet macaroni and cornflakes in our beds and pepper in our pillows. To complete this beautiful evening, we were awakened at 3:00 a. m., blind-folded, taken into the hall through more cornflakes and maca- roni, and then paddled with a board. Duff and Byfield were honored by ironing clothes for the upper-classmen at this unearthly hour. Steinkeller, better known as Stinky or Lilly , looked as though she hadn ' t had the time to dress properly at home, and so came in her pajamas, carrying her lingerie in a bucket. Presumably she meant to dress on the way or at the Alma Mater. Ed Ferrell, John Goldsborough and Dick Moody were all victims of a smeary paint job done by that vixen, Marion Thompson. Maybe she thought they were too neat looking for the occasion.

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HERE AND THERE AT JORDAN Women . . . Women . . . and more Women . . . Such terms as . . . ration stamps . . . got a letter . . . rubber shortage . . . got a letter . . . camp show . . . got a letter . , . blood donations . . . got a letter . . . buy a bond . . . got a letter . . . duty at the service club . . . got a letter . . . men home on furlough . . . got a letter . . a casual date, something unusual . . . but bet- ter still . . . Today, I got a letter. So runs the average conversation at 1204 N. Delaware and surrounding campus, day in and day out. GONE ARE THE DAYS OF: jam sessions . . . men on the campus and in classes . . dates . . . cars with gasoline and tires . . . chocolate candy bars and chewing gum ... a gang in the basement . . . the sound of a challenging game of ping-pong going on . an inspiring and globe-trotting Philharmonic choir . . and in general . . the good old days at Jordan. But, old faces, new faces, no men, some men — there still is an abundance of romance at Jordan. Newest sparkler to be added to the list is that of Peg Hester, one assuming that the Marines have landed — one in particular, whose name appears to be Bob. Mary Alice Dilling beams almost as much as does her ring from Louis Mader — latest address, India. A certain Texas man from the tank corps surprised Frances Logan this fall by offering her a beautiful stone — p.s. She accepted. June Floyd — rather Gwynne — has both rings now. She and Bob tied the well known knot in February.