Concordia College - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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12 A tofiSP The Building ' . . . where we lang- i •£ ' msned through hours of lectures and labs ■tj rfjKsigF a . . . with textbooks and note-taking, with «? rt, . static electricity maldehyde . . . . . . And behind the clacking office ma- chines and rustling papers of those main floor offices, and at the head of every class, were the dependable parts of a well- geared system that helped us to accomp- lish our purpose at Concordia . . . machines, fuming test tubes, and strange-looking lower organ- isms that sopped in and smelled of for-

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ministration MR. BOCKELMANN, MRS. FAUSEL . . . Mr. Bockelmann, our school bur- sar, who kept financial tabs on Con- cordia and Concordians, and ad- vanced us loans without collateral . . PASTOR HALTER, MRS. V. SCHAEFFER MRS. F. KERN, FRANK KERN, MISS PETTS . . . Mr. Frank Kern, manager and chef of the all-important dining hall . . . who worked hand-in-hand with Miss Pelts in balancing diets and budgets, with Mrs. Kern assisting in the book-keeping . . . . . . Pastor Halter whose endless lab- ors centered in a Christian Day School, local missionary work, and in fulfilling his everyday duties as a minister — who provided us with The Village Church (P. 75) and a status of membership in it during our stay at Concordia . . . BOB GLAD, ENGINEER . Music Appreciation classes . . Bach . . The Ad Building bulletin board, with everything from lost dogs to concerts by Rubinstein . . H2S creeping up the stairs from the Chem lab . . classtime visions- of the prof, jumping a tennis court net . . The semi-hypnosis in sunny Spring afternoon classes, caused by watching the slow rotation of the vents on the gymnasium roof . . .

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13 JSohm Mall Beloved Bohm . . . where Old King Clock held sway, and alternated the hours of sound and silence with an iron hand . . . whose doors admitted us to four fleeting years of study, fun, and preparation for maturity — the mark that some of us hit, and others came close to . . . Where heyond windowed doors were stately evergreens, which moved with ev- ery breeze from Time ' s quiet passing . . . that sometimes bowed their heads, and dipped their branches under heavy, snowy mantles. 7 $i$r