Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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Volume 34 BETHANIAN Number 1 October, 1942 ORGANIZATION B. A. Plank EDITOR James Barnes BUSINESS MANAGER LITERARY STAFF Eleanor Brooke Ray Rappaport Helen Golden Gene Miller Tommy Boyd Harry Hutchinson BUSINESS STAFF Kitty Jones Fay Radman CIRCULATION Marian Smith TYPISTS Sandra Lee Jones Virginia Stewart Olga Karp PHOTOGRAPHER Erwin Koval ASSISTANTS Tommy Boyd George Hoak Velma Rimko— ARTIST CONTENTS Blessed are These 3 Freshman Diary 4,5,6,7 Sorority Rush Week 8, 9 Fraternity Rush Week 10,11 Nose Trouble 12 Can Your Pin-Girl Pass an Esquire Exam? 13 Midsummer Night ' s Dream 14, 15, 16 Pledging, Initiation Returns 17 Betbaniatlj a magazine of features and photographs, pub- lished each month from October through May by the Student Board of Publications of Bethany College. Entered as second class matter on January 14, 1920, at the Post Office at Bethany, W. Va., under the Act of March 1, 1S79. Subscription price: Four dollars the year. Volume XXXIV, Number 1. Blessed Are These Gene Miller Eleanor Brooke Kitty Jones Helen Golden Harry Hutchinson We never thought we ' d make it either. An October Bethanian in October is too great a shock for an editor and student body to with- stand. There were five assignments given. Four made an advance deadline. The other one must have been disillusioned by an upperclassman. Anyway, we ' ve never heard from her. Kitty Jones trekked to Wheeling and Wells- burg for ads; Sandy Jones, Virginia Stewart, and Olga Karp typed copy in one-half their allotted time; there are some who even requested proof- reading . . We are skeptical. Bethany is too enervating for this to last. The few upperclassmen worked too, and each manuscript was accompanied by the plea, No by-line please — my reputation! The usual pre- deadline vigil prevailed in this quarter, too. One typed: DEER ED its appruxamately 4: — ayem and iSm getting damn tired. I hope this stuff is al- right, if not, let me no and i will do my damn- dest to fixitup in whatever time yew ollow me. never again will i allow a deadline to creep up on me vbc (canSt even get my initials right) This, however, is merely the beginning, and we ' re tired too. Goodnight, and bless us and keep us from Tell. Page Three

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Monday, September 14 — Well diary, here we are at college, and I ' m not so sure I like it. Arrived gloriously this afternoon, and after dili- gently searching around under the trees finally found the dorm. The college seemed loath to give up the room key, but I finally convinced them that I had a right to the place. Got my baggage up alright, but was puzzled for a while where to put it. Finally got settled, using all the available space. Discovered the rooms aren ' t as large as Mr. Barlow pictured them. My roommate then entered. What had I ever done to deserve this? After a few minor disagreements we got Freshman settled except for about half my junk which is now sitting on the floor where it (my roommate) tramples on it (my stuff) every time it (my roommate) goes through the room. Ate dinner at Phillips Hall to the tune of Dr. Reynard. I would have preferred dinner music. Had an informal social hour in the drawing room, too. Not too informal and not too social. Played some games and sang some songs. After these were over, everybody loosened up a little and we were just starting to have a good time when they closed the joint on us. Found out bv experience that my roommate likes hill-billy music. Ugh — To bed. Tuesday, September 15 — Things are looking up. College life like in the movies started today with tests. Those tests were something for the birds. After tunneling under people or climb- ing over them to get a look at the bulletin board I discovered that I was going to a place called room thirty-four. We walked up and down the back porch arrangement which the old hands here insist on calling the Corridor, and, with the help of a distinguished gray haired gentleman Upper left — Mother helps Norma Jean Welch unpack in her room at Phillips. Lower left — Father unloads the family van for Mickey Madison. Lower right — First freshman-faculty dinner at Phillips Hall. Page Four