Concordia College - Spire / Concordian Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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College prabhmen OFFICERS President — Emil Dinkel Vice-President — James Dishop Secretary-Treasurer — Roger Neeb Intramural Manager — Robert Wobrock Yow Powar lew Privileges Nostalgic songs around a camp fire o o on a gold, autumnal evening . . . the sizzle of roasting marshmallows and sudden laughter... the all-night vigil at the base of the 40-foot bonfire the wild leap and lick of flames flapping loafers, clicking non- chalantly . . . checkered sport jackets and multi-colored mackinaws, turned up at the neck... the cocky banter of Kohlmeier and Erdman .. . can- celled hayrides . . . the enthusiastic leadership of President Dinkel free periods devoted to canasta and euchre . This is clean-up week, boys That's not the way to clean windows ... Bobby taking it sitting down Follow that car! This page sponsored by: Indiana Michigan Electric Co.

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OFFICERS President, Harry Preston; Vice-President, Robert Scheimann; Secretary. Elaine Nicol; ‘Treasurer, Roland Barkow. Remembrance of Yoars Past We played Canasta, roared at football and basketball games, herded to weekend parties. We square-danced and wolfed doughnuts at the class shindig in the Canteen, and in October threw a Halloween Masquerade at Louis Lepper’s farm. The fellows sweated through practices with Coaches Gersmehl and Hanak; the girls cackled happily at all-night hen parties. Together we planned the Senior Banquet, and decided at the end of the evening it was the best affair of our four years at Concordia. We lived as teenagers should: exuberantly and without a thought or care for the morrow. Our pattern was repeated a thousand times across America. We trod also unfamiliar ground. We loved for the first time and recovered for the first time. We discovered the miracle in low meadowlands at evening; we reached out beyond ourselves and touched truth and immortality; we trumpeted at the moon and the stars — and all this for the first time. In our great folly, we believed that we would never die — and we thought ourselves the first to trust this bitter untruth. And because our innocence knew no bounds, we imagined always that no one had blazed the way or understood what we felt. Our high school years hold captive our youth, our awakening, and our ter- rible growth. The disillusionment and the now-gone naivete are written there. We cannot disentangle ourselves from these years nor forget them, anymore than we can change the shape of our heart and the accent of our speech. 9 4 Takin it easy ... The three dummies ... Let ’em sleep, Lu! . . . Tertia’s military mad-men ... Lhe black shirts! . . . Don’t let him get away, Tom!