Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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Midsummer Seaty Huhn arrived bearing a tennis raquet, fishing rod and second baseman ' s glove. Back we came in droves, laughing, smiling, anticipat- ing. This was going to be a summer — swim- ming, baseball, tennis and other sports with an incidental class. What a breeze! Perhaps for a while Bethany would be like the colleges your friends at home attend and tell you about. Seven-thirty classes — that won ' t be so bad. We ' ll just go to bed an hour earlier and be fresh as daisies, and besides it will be fun to try that early to bed early to rise business just for the novelty. Twelve hours in twelve weeks didn ' t seem so bad. — Then classes began. After the first week we rose and stumbled to our seven- thirty ' s with glazed eye and clouded perception. We really awoke at eight o ' clock in the middle of the class with the pealing of the tower clock. Snatching naps became the favorite pastime. Faces grew pale, weight was lost and, worst of all, illusions were shattered. We began to wish for the good old three day a week, one hour a day times. We thought of the wonderful hours we used to be able to waste. The problem of dating was taken care of very nicely — with a few exceptions, there was none. After dinner, everyone went to his respective cell and scanned the printed page. Profs even began to worry because the students were work- ing too hard. There was great weeping and gnashing of teeth on Friday night because classes continued per schedule, and so, date or no date, you studied. Doc Weimer took over the prob- lems of social functions and found them more complex than he had dreamed. About the most successful event was a hayride, ending in a corn roast at the Castleman ' s Run Church. On the way out some rowdies buried Miss Palmer, may she rest in peace, under a pile of hay. When we arrived, there were two fires lighting the coun- tryside. Waiting for the corn to burn we worked ourselves into a state of complete exhaustion playing a fast game of Three Deep. While we sat in class and tapped our feet to Top left — The Bethany House gang lounging after dinner. Upper left — Summer school students playing Bingo on a Saturday night. Left — .4 Ceneris entertains with bogie at a summer jiie session. Page Fourteen

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Can Your Pin Girl Pass An Esquire Exam £ She may be a honey .it a prom or the races, God ' s gift to a stymied senior, a weekend wonder. But how will she rate when the chips are down and you can ' t go back to the boys and books? Every college man should ask himself this ques- tion; it ' s important as the quantum theory, vital as Mendel ' s law. For him Ed. S. Woodhead has prepared a matrimonial scoring table in the Oc- tober Esquire and all you need to do is answer the questions and draw your own conclusions. Naturally it ' s best not to have the little wom- an back seat drive while your checking off her plusses and minuses on this Esquire chart. If certain parts of her personality are address un- known to you, score ' em zero till time writes the figures. Above all, be personal. This table is adjusted for you and you alone, so don ' t let the boys in the back room befuddle vou. After the bells, you ' ll be paying the bills, so the goods had better be worth ' em. Esquire rates companionship 105 points out of a possible 5 00. But if you go for other values, re-adjust the scale accordingly — knock it down. Under the companionship heading come the qualities of consideration, fun, loyalty, tolerance, good cheer, etc. Here specially you want to play down the Casanova in you. Be clinical. Don ' t give the gal top rating for consideration if she only turns it on for you. If she beats her little brother or nags the dog, drop her — but quick. Then, of course, there ' s intelligence, which the author rates 90; but if you believe in bird brains, skip this. Subheads allocate 10 points for such virtues as talent, bookiness, and critical aptitude. You can ad]ust these according to your own grades in college. Or perhaps throw the points to the disposition category which includes such points as: can she bake a cherry pie and has she discovered what a really great man you are. Breeding, beauty and health total 13 5, though again you may go all ovit for the Babe Didrickson type or prestige a la Vanderbilt. Be your own adding machine. According to Esquire the gentle art of Juking comes in for its share of consideration. And if you ' re unwilling to scuttle your scotch, file the office stories, or stay on the home beat, consider this carefully. It includes such amusements as dancing, sex, manners, drink and a flare for the risque. All of which just about sums up your brief on the lassie except for the final catagories of amusement and conversation which total to a flat fifty. But even if she ' s scored a royal 500, don ' t call Reprinted by permission of Esquire Magazine the jewelers yet. Now come the deductions. Is she nagging, ailing, selfish, bossy, lazy, vain, un- tidy, catty? Does she smoke and does she chew? Plus, of course, your own pet aversions like breeding orchids or keeping a spittoon in the parlor. These all have their individual pointage and you can ' t be really sure until they ' ve been subtracted. Now that you do know: forget gals under 3 5 0, linger longer from 3 50 to 400, anything over 400 rates a trip to the church and if she ' s over 475 rush her there by wire, plane or long distance phone. But naturally if she tops 495, forget her: she ' s either married, Myrna Loy, or a pipe dream. Your luck doesn ' t run to that. You may shoot yourself if you wish. Group Value Value Her Score 10 5— COMPANION Considerate 20 Fun 20 Loyal 10 Generous 1 Agreeable 8 Forgiving 8 Tolerant 8 Just 7 Compromise 5 Cheerful 5 Initiative 4 Total 105 90— INTELLIGENCE Tact 1 5 Talent 10 Books 1 Criticism 10 Taste 8 Logic 8 Education Perception Music 5 Art 5 ! Games 5 Total 90 80— DISPOSITION Kindness 20 Affection 1 5 Domesticity 1 Equability 8 Sympathy 8 Friendliness 8 Humility Demonstrativeness 4 Total SO 5 0— BREEDING Charm — manners 20 Continued on Page Twenty-one Page Thirteen

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Nighfs Dream the rhythmic dripping of persperation, changes were going on in and around the hallowed halls. Room 39 was converted into an impromtu hang- er. An observatory was built near the tennis courts. (Incidentally, the telescope ' s relative position to Phillips Hall should make astronomv a popular course) . Every day for several months as we crawled to classes we met James (Happy) Taylor soiling his hands with the mun- dane task of bricklaying at the Gate steps. Under the masterful direction of bespectacled, white-suited Mr. B, the library swung into ac- tion. There was nothing to be heard in the study rooms but the rustling of pages, the hissing of the leaky drinking fountain, the struggle of a moth or two as it crackled in the light fixture, and an occasional pigeon protecting its young from an invading hoard of rats. In the words of our absent Dean, Bethany was primarily an ed- ucational institution. The faculty, for the most part, enjoyed the session. Some of them said they had never taught classes which seemed so interested. However, I can recall a seven-thirty Calculus class which sat in the Bethany House drinking coffee until seven forty-five while the prof waited. After a while he grew used to the new schedule and class proceeded smoothly. A little recreation was provided in the Bethany House where all the students ate. The chief form of amusement was to drop a nickel in the Juke Box. As a rule everyone played Amen . Miss Hoagland would burn to a mellow brown. Amen was removed. Another game with high- er stakes was bottle bottle who ' s got the milk? It was an exciting past-time attempting to reap more than your daily quota, and the penalty was death. And so time wore on. The Fourth of July was spent by many in sweet slumber. We appreciated too the well-tanned visiting friends coming to tell of their exploits and the millions they were making in a defense plant. A morning of sleep- ing-in was equal to two class cuts. There were Top right — The boys indulging in an infre- quent bull session. Upper right — Ed Harris helps Gladys Sesler from the wagon as the hayride party arrives in Bethany. Right — That memorable Saturday night ex- cursion on the hay wagon. fSLtx Page Fifteen