The Citadel - Sphinx Yearbook (Charleston, SC)

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THE RECRUITS ARRIVE So This is The Citadel . . . . , grey buildings . strange people . wonder who the boy with all the stripes is . . . let ' s look inside. . . Or as it may seem to those with whom the thoughts of home have overpowering possession . . . wish I were at home . an ugly place my stomach feels funny .. These and many other thoughts pass through the minds of all recruits as they arrive at The Citadel. So is it with the centennial class . . the Class of 1 942. So that ' s what they call a ' training cadre ' . . . look at that short fellow . . how does he expect anybody to do what he says. . .I ' m bigger than he is . . .1 reckon the boy with the two chevrons is a corporal . .hell! I was a captain at Triumphant. And night falls . do they expect me to live in rooms like this . why can ' t I go down town . . wonder what kind of rugs they ' ll put in my room . . . those bags must belong to the fellow who ' ll live here with me . gosh! I ' m tired . and the sleep of the innocent descends upon the recruit. This is the end of the recruits ' first day at The Citadel. The following day seems to them to be a round of endless activity. Always moving sign- ing papers drawing strange and fascinating equip- ment. Some are disappointed because they have no rifles. Time will tell. But gradually the confusion becomes ordered in their minds: they quickly fall into the everyday rou- tine of learning. Endless time becomes all too short. And so the days pass, and the recruits gradually become cadets.

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Department of Education and Psychology From the introductory pages of Human Behavior to the intrinsic facts of teaching we softly glide with the Colonel and Doc, sometimes sleepily, and at other times very much awake, but always learning the more important facts of life and education. Long shall be remembered Doc ' s research and pop quizzes; they did a lot towards keeping our interest. Oftentimes the Colonel gave us an example of pure wit, while Doc told us of his rough and ready escapades. We delved into the understanding of our fellow man and his reactions to certain stimuli; likewise, into the problems of teaching. Lt.-Col. L. a. Prouty Maj. J. H. Wilson Department of Modern Languages It was an unfortunate stroke of fate, a verit- able ill omen, when many members of the Class of ' 39 were subjected to French. We have never seemed to be able to shake off the shackles of that subject, especially those members that were exposed to it for three or four years. Likewise, Spanish and German have persisted among many of us. We experienced much as we became accustomed to the hustle and bustle aux tableaux to release our bulging (?) store of words, idioms, and sentences. We cannot help revealing that hearing ourselves and our classmates express themselves in Frog or Spic, although at times boring, was for the most part extremely fascinating. Prouty, Ralya. Seated: Wilson, Dufour. Standing: Brunjes, Fay, Price. • • • • • • • • • • • 19 '

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Two bits, please! Dudes, eh! What ' s that! Lines, Lines, Lines . . . Sign here. Mister. Goodbye freedom . . . Freshmen will not . . . Comprenez -vous Bewildered! Size? Does it hurt? O.K. The worm turns. • • •