Centenary College of Louisiana - Yoncopin Yearbook (Shreveport, LA)

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Goes up... Prologue... at random through the book. In this way the history of the term is preserved intact so that it displays, even to the casual browser, an actual picturization of the activities of the year. The second alteration in the customary yearbook pro- cedure is a trend towards realism. Picture-snappers, make- up-designers, and scriveners have combined to show the col- lege, the campus, and the collegiate world as they actually exist instead of as they are visualized. They have attempted to select the representative in every case rather than the ex- ceptional so that their result would be an accurate and im- partial painting of Centenary College in 1937.

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The New Gym By Way o:: I N PRESENTING this, the 1937 Yoncopin, the staff feels that there should be a few words of explanation concerning the arrangement plan, the theme, and the general idea in the composition of the book. Tiring of the sameness of time-honored formal groupings of classes, organizations, and features, this year ' s Yoncopin has attempted two innovations. The first of these is a time se- quence in the make-up of the book. This presents the events of the college year in the sequence in which they happen so that they follow in logical order instead of being scattered

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Kaleidoscope oi an Unopened College T. READING on each other ' s toes, getting in each other ' s hair, grimely, purposely, savagely industrious is the little group which congregates early in September to beat the college in shape for the madness of opening and registration. Certain unmistakable characteristics label it as belonging to the branch of humanity known as American Collegiates . . . super-pressure salesmanship on the part of the publicity department as they emote, coax, and dramatize to show the sheeplike high school graduates how much they need Centenary . . . coveralled campus crewers banging nails, digging holes, and slinging bricks with a fine spirit of abandon resembling that of an itinerant cyclone . . . lean and hungry faculty members returning after their three months of vacation to settle down to installing distilled knowledge into undergraduate heads, reading over their lecture notes of last year with squeals and grunts of delight and disgust ... a small squad in the Bursar ' s office throwing up a typewriter barricade to rattle off rounds of alluring mail to prospective students while another tired and cynical group attacks the long double rows of red and black numerals in the huge, grey credit ledgers of the college. Thus mills the campus until, with the opening of school, it is lost in the larger motions of the student body. • Page 8