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

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OF 1943 ...WE GRADUATE Then suddenly we were Seniors. The war had changed things for us. Many of our classmates went to Summer School to speed up their education to the tempo of the times. We tried hard to make this like any other Senior year, but It was impossible to shut out the headlines. The old idea of dealing lost its taste as we received news of old classmates killed in action. The rumors of ERC being called out became a joke as time and time again it would revive only to be cleared up by a few sane words spoken by Dr. Cunningham in Chapel. Mid-term saw .some of our classmates graduate to don the khaki instead of the sport coat, and at last the long awaited happened as the Air Corps and the ERC went out. As our friends left and the time approached for our departure, there came the feeling of a check-up on ourselves. For many it meant realization that four years had actually passed and we stood on the threshold of graduation. We all realized what we were going into. We were leaving the peace and quiet of Davidson for the hell that is war. We left with a fixed determination to do our part, and a prayer that after the war the old Davidson may be here staunch in her principles and her ideals.

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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.

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MRS. N. T. SMITH Supervisor of Dormitories