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SCHOOL CLUBS With one notable exception school clubs this year ran much the same course they did in former years. There were nine of them — six college, three high school. They covered the fields of music, religion, language, cur- rent events, and science. As usual they interested only a minority of the student body. The one notable exception was the College Religion Club. For the first time in many years religion received an enthusiastic response from the stu- dent body. As many as sixty Concordians turned out on Wednesday evenings to discuss, under Professor Crunau ' s direction, student reports on phases of Christianity most important to twentieth-century Christians. The College Listener ' s did something more than listen. With what money there was in the club treasury they purchased Schumann ' s Piano Quintet, Mozart ' s Symphony No. 35, Bartok ' s Piano Concerto No. 3, and Brahms ' Symphony No. 3. In the high school Mr. Arkin plotted a musical course that was comprehensive by virtue of extremity only. Quite literally the club covered everything from Bach to Boogie. Students who attend a language club do so with the intention of gain- ing a better understanding of that language. Stilted as that statement may seem, it is nevertheless true. But you ' d never guess it if you attended a club meeting, for there is something about these informal gatherings that always leaves room for fun — be it a joke told in German, or the technicality of a misplaced iota subscript. That is how Professor Proehl and the college min- isterials found it as they translated the Epistle to the Calatians. For the same reason a group of students took time out each week to visit Professor Hein- richsmeyer ' s home in the interests of the German langauge. The Spanish and French clubs met regularly with Miss Dozer. They did not confine their interests to the campus but attended French movies, and at this writing, are thinking of producing a one-act play — in French, of course. Maybe that was one reason for those lively meal-time discussions members called, la table francaise. Two high school clubs took part in fields untouched by college clubs: current events and mathematics. Professor Wilbur Luecke led an interested group of boys in discussions on topics of national and international signifi- cance. A dozen math students, not satisfied with the problems that con- front them in the classroom, went out of their way to try, among other things, to solve the unsolvable. Not much progress has been made in that direction, but it is said that the boys, under Mr. Dobberstein, are learning a lot of math. 58
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CONCORDIA: ITS ESSENCE When you try to tind its essence, always in the end it comes down to its somebodies, a Coed somebody, maybe: a girl laughing at her desk, fidgeting, half studying half trying to figure out what happened to her high school imageries of college life (where is the campusy moon, the love affair, the social life, where is complete freedom?) ; it ' s late and there ' s work to be done, she intently fills her pen again, scans her assignments, and is conveniently interrupted by the buzz-buzz of the next room ' s voices (our Coed has a free period before Lit, she can do the reading then . . . besides the girls might be talking about her!) ; so she joins the erudite circle, which talks endlessly — dissociated fragments about the old-new look, about necks draped with brightly colored scarfs, and about the naivete of the freshman girls, poor things, who somehow must be en- lightened (our Coed makes a black list, a list of the more undesirable college men whom freshman girls must not date) ; it ' s late, it ' s eleven o ' clock and the lights childishly go out; she washes and undresses, throwing her clothes and flimsier things over the back of the chair (she ' s so tired, you really can ' t blame her for not putting her clothes away) ; her head melting in the pillow and conscious of her warm self, she reminisces and fantasizes for a few short moments before going to sleep projecting herself into the future, imagining herself as a middle-class wife with a loving husband and wet squalling children — she figures on having two or three, which still will leave her time for afternoon bridge parties; she wonders if she ' ll be able to cope with the future ' s problems . . . (what should I do after college, what if I don ' t find a husband !) ; rain pelting on the sidewalk, she ' s cold as she walks to breakfast, the wind whipping into her, reddening her nose and cheeks; she drinks her breakfast and feels better, even trying to smile a little (her mouth and cheeks are still disposed to sleep and breakfast smiles come hard) ; you can hear the slip-slop of her loafers and her high laugh as she walks in the Beanery — coffee, a cigarette, and a few laughs about her twice- dated, steady boy-friend; (her boy-friend i s the quiet guy who does the thinking while she does the talking) ; our Coed is quite a gal — she can handle her problems, she can stand on her own two feet, she ' s practically a grown woman ... so she insists. Or a letterman somebody, maybe: a ruddy-faced tackle with red neck sticking out of a lettered sweater (he ' s modest and of course the letter is worn only to incite school spirit) ; he ' s ambitious and sometimes studies and thinks maybe it would be better if the eligibility standard were lower — athletics are important, every- one should be able to play, so he says; it ' s game time, Saturday blue tattering the sky; he smells locker room sweat, yells love songs, and curses that never-fixed shoulder pad; a play through his hole is called, tight, taut, he waits for the snap number . . . a-one, a-two, a-three ... he drives, he pumps, and opens the hole (our Letterman opened the hole and he hopes the crowd realized it) ; he ' s felt a bloody mouth, cracked ribs, a tired disgust, and he can ' t figure out why the quarterback never calls the right plays; you got to give him a short cheer, a little rest, and he ' ll play his heart out — you slap him on the back, tell him he played a good game, ask him whom he ' s taking out tonight; he likes all the girls, but there ' s really only one, who yells her lungs out at the games, and who ' s smart enough to act serious while he tells her why No. 33 never works; he drinks beer, complains, and talks a lot about himself (maybe he can afford to, maybe) . 59 •
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