Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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To the dismay of many bald-headed vets and married men who were attending school to get an education, Butler did have its tradi- tions. Dusty shoes and burr trimmed pants walked side by side along the paths that border the canal. The old bridge not far from Sweeney Chapel creaked in its rusty age as couple after couple peered over its edge at their image in the water below, just as they had since Butler moved to Fairview. The traditional Phi Delt-Sigma Chi chariot race was accompanied as usual by a traditional victory for the Phi Delts; and the lovely queens, chosen from each of the houses, displayed their charm as the traditional trophy was awarded. One custom that will not soon be forgotten, at least by the transgressors, is the tradition of Senior Walk. More than once, volumes of ice cold water have cascaded onto the heads of egotistical under-classmen who feel that the sanctity of Senior Walk should also be known to them. The Iron Key helped main- tain an old rivalry between our school and Wabash, and, as the key would indicate, old Alma Mater did all right. The coeds in their jeans (tight), and the eds in their yellow cords (dirty); the rhinie pots that the freshmen failed to earn the right to discard, the Butler Bulldog . . . could we forget these?

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Politics rule the world — and Butler is included. Whether it be getting a grade or getting a date, politics always rears its head. Many of us found an outlet simply by sitting over the coffee cups, fanning smoke, and expounding our theories on what would have to be done in Washington if the perpetual turmoil were ever to unwind. Still others of us occupied ourselves with politics en the Butler scene. It may now seem unimportant, but once it was uppermost in the minds of many. The Student council supervised those trying encounters called elections. Floods of propaganda, crowded polls, beautiful girls bearing election day smiles and sandwich boards, contrasted to sober, passive faces on adamant students who insisted that it was all nonsense, characterized a typical election day. The confused ordeal had beccme more confused as the independents showed strength for a second year; then the tradi- tional caucuses joined, and the battle rolled on. Remember the Ware voting system? It left in ' 48.