Davidson College - Quips and Cranks Yearbook (Davidson, NC)

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E WERE NEW, GREE N, UNTRIED... began to disappear and college life in its true light began to shine forth. The up- perclassmen were not as fine as they appeared during the early days, especially did they seem not so swell when one had a laundry bag or two over one ' s shoul- der and the cry of FRESHMAN . . . TAKE MY LAUNDRy echoed over the campus. And yet in many ways the Freshman year is very close to us all. The first college football game: the Wildcat Spirit : the first college dance: the first visit home as a college student. Those were good days and proud days. The Sophomore year may be compared with the gangling teens. Emerging from the Freshman year into joys of being an upperclassman. we found our greatest joy in lording over the lowly Freshmen. Most of our time we spent over Sophomore Bible and English. The Kings of Israel and the Prophets: English Literature — Byron. Keats, and Shelley swept through our minds again and again. This was the year that was the jtumbling block for many that sat to your right and to your left. y , I WORKING - DEALING Soph Bibi.i-. AND tlNCJLISU

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. ' Thfrh J.S no feeling to compare icith the lost and bewildered feeling that ice possessed that first day on the Davidson campus as neu: and very young fresh- men. Fresh from the halls of High Schools and Prep Schools we tried so hard to appear to he at ease while in reality there was that sinking feeling of being with- out a friend. Orientation with its long talks, its count- less tests and its facts of Campus Life made us feel some- what better but the voice saying. Look to your right and to your left, one of you three will not be here four years from now. made a very peculiar feeling run up and down the spine. Fraternity Rushing began immediately following orientation and never before had we seen so many fine young men. and so many fine college organizations. At last, however, the gilt Frosh Horror

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AND NOW AS THE Junior Lll And yet. most of us went through the fiery furnace of education and came out purified, as Juniors, proud of the accomplishment of having fa ' o years of college work behind us. Now we were the elite. We could pick our own courses and sit on the porches of the Dormitories in cool disdain of the lower classes. The year started by our interest in the Big Deals that could be pulled. The fall saw football games, trips to the Southland — Agnes Scott. Converse. Winthrop; trips to the Northland — Hollins. Sweet Briar. Salem, and Randolph Macon. Life was but a song and a dance. Then came the 7th of December. Who can forget when and where he heard the news. ' ' Who can forget the speech of the President to Congress. ' ' The silence around the radio, the tense expressions as we looked into the future and saw it all too plain. At first a wave of insane action swept over us and then gradually the shock passed and we settled down to working for the Campus offices. Spring elections kept all those seeking an office in a stir. If a Junior spoke to everyone he was trying to get votes: if he didn ' t speak to every- one he was conceited over his position. At last the elections were over and we settled back to see whether we could run things as well as our predecessors.