Concordia College - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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fM 22 Those were the days in volatile, explosive Bolim Hall . . . days of working off deten- tions and hiding from field work ... of worrying ahout upper-classmen and the thoroughness of dust jobs . . . days of var- sity heroes and classroom brains ... of door slamming, wrestling, singing or piano playing ... of lights out at 10:15 . . . studying . . . looking forward to Junior Night . . . . . . IT anting to be outdoors on sunny afternoons, despite a heap of homework . . . the constant looking forward to summer-time, graduation, the next year, ' mitl books and classes, daily routine and work . . . Little bncle. Fuzzy . . . Big Bad Uncle Dan . . . The constant longing to be somebody . . go somewhere . .

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Jsn .Jhe f ouah — 9 ' 23 FRESHMAN Needless to say, we were the least among many. Scapegoats and serv- ants, bed-makers and errand hoys, we had a hit of a job adjusting our- selves to this strange, new life away from home. But as the year wore on. we soon overcame our homesick- ness and got into the routine of the fun. study, and the field work that was to be had in such abundance up here. The seniors -- our task-mast- ers, and at the same time the object of our admiration, were actually what we looked forward to being someday — in maturity, experience, and athletic ability . . . and we thought we had good models to emulate . . . SOPHOMORE We arrived in September. 1950, feeling just a little more important, a little more respected at Concordia. There was still the same system in everything when we started our sec- ond year at the prep — still the same study hours, the same field work, the same auditorium hours in the gym. And during this year we painted the giiTs locker room in the gym under the supervision of the Big Boy himself . . . and chose for our pin-up girl the second from the left in the Hastings J.V. cheering squad . . . Not aware of it at the time, all of our work, studies, and undertakings were moulding our growth, knowledge, and leadership. . . . Freshman . . worrying about seniors, laughed at by sophomores . . some go home every week-end . . rib- bing . Annual Senior Dinners . . Junior threats with the big night coming . . ITeek-ends with blaring radios ■ . talk . . plan-making for the long awaited week-end ending at the Bronxville movies . . or the Tuckahoe Itch