Concordia College - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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Those Better Days hen the school said Good-bye to President Doege and his family . . . And when the girls gave a tea for the college . . . When everyone got to- gether to wish each other the merriest of Christmases . . . Then everyone paid tribute to the family who had lived in the president ' s mansion for so many years . . . Sipped tea and felt sophisti- cated . . . Cracked nuts while the Oc- tette sang ' Twas the Night Before Christmas . . . Those times didn ' t come often, perhaps ... Or at least not often enough . . . Times when we all got to- gether as friends . . . Students and Faculty alike . . . And just had a friend- ly time . . . Plus a good meal in beauti- ful surroundings . . . But they lent character, color, and spirit to a year that might have been very drab indeed . . . Nice times, those in the Dining Hall.

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here Chef Fiank Kern and Baker Bob Schurkus rurned our the daily requirements ... In a newly renovated Dining Hall . . . In which the atmosphere was no longer that of a bread- line . . . But now more like a Cinderella dream come true . . Complete with candles, ivy, and flowing wine-colored drapes . . . I don ' t know how anyone else felt about it . . . But I was rather pleased. 4 I if - j rtjL, |w ■ f ■■■ ' ■ ' ■4 ■ ToS % y %Ll m Day In— Day Out

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; h- ■ 1 ' .3fll l § if ' s i 1 li J II nJ N. ml : :i 1 Is] ■J j u 1»;W «7 2 fcW £ A sudden gust of wind sent a chill up and down my spine. I drew my scarf in closer around my neck. Then, turning, I set off across the lawn toward the bleary windows and wet bricks of what in our days had been the college dormitory for men — or so we had called ourselves. As I approached the building, I noticed the conctete stairway, iron rail, and sunken basement door that had once provided entrance to the school ' s co-op store located there. I descended the stairs, looked in, found everything — even the cash register and the juke b ox — still there, and, having been brought to my senses by a hearty sneeze, lost no time in reaching the comparative warmth of Sieker Hall. I managed to find my old room lurking among the shadows in- side and, having shed my coat, I dropped down on a bed there to rest. Then gazing out through the tear stained window at a row of wet nodding evergreens, I tried for a moment to forget the present with its chills and shadows. And I think I almost chuckled to myself when I remembered. . . . 42