Earlham College - Sargasso Yearbook (Richmond, IN)

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We who are Seniors at Earlham Photography is vision for our book-vision become forever in an instant. Leonard Weyl was providing our photography, until the government deprived him of his Leica and the use of our Graflex. Then We had to look beyond ourselves-to Ruthanna Borden, to Leb- by, to Miss Castator, for our photographs. Sue Carr and her Features Staff, Billy Eckey, Tom Klute, and Bill Thistlethwaite, got together with the Editor and almost anyone else who was interested, and talked over the design, the intention of the book, theories of layoutg points of view, the balance of copy and photos. Research Editor McCoy and Winnie Wright, Marilyn Miller, and Bob Rollf, his staff, dug out the raw materials, the data, the items we needed to have at hand. Dottie Reeder, Louis Marstaller, Mary Polk, Lois Fuller, and Ruth Binns, the first being the editor and the rest being the staff of the literary division, took the raw materials and Wrote them into undying phrases that respoke our earthly thunder. Tracy, with Layden, Turner, and Eileen Balfe, did the dirty work of arranging and organizing the mechanical process of the production. And McCracken, who took over Guy Jones' well prepared position as Business Manager, gave us the financial support that enabled us to carry out our schemes, even when they were a little Wild and impractical. Bill Wolf and Wayne Smelser helped Mac. But the Editor's real in- spiration was his secretary, of courseg and his right hand man was his assistant, Wayne Guernsey. Without June he could not have con- ceived nor comprehended, in our sunken, dismal office, the sweep and meaning of the shapeless thing that our book was in the beginning. Without Wayne, he could not have accomplished the tedious and technical com- pilation and dealing that Q'-, -

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We who are .eniors at Earlham around, but he is a true friend, an absorb- ed biology student, and a home-loving man it would seem. Virginia Raiford, Russell Cloud, and Joe Garoffolo belong in our Senior class, though they are not pictured. Ginny, whose happiness and despair, and gifted tongue make her a dialect actress of tem- perament and ability, is camera-shy. Rus- sell is only to be found on the road be- tween here and Connersville, whence he comes and whither he goes unobtrusively. And Joe, the football man, whose ability the army recognized by deferring him so that he might finish the season, has gone to the service. But While this year lasts we are the Seniors at Earlham. Not for long. Already some of us have had to break off with this year unfinished. There are disasters and surges of effort in the world that overshadow our climax. We are probably the last class that will come out of Earlham as it is, having taken a leisurely four years to graduate. Earlham will follow a new vision of herself and meet time with achievement. And the world's absorbing demand for crusade and striving will strike leisure out of our lives for this time. But while this year lasts it will become to the end our year to experience-and to hold. This book we have made to hold the unfolding experience of this year. The editor brought from Iowa the idea for our monk's cloth and fabrikoid cover. The second color used throughout was discovered on the dust jacket of a recent book. The paper is one hundred pound number one white enamel stock-the headings are Onyx, the body type is Textype. The layouts were inspired from Harpers' Bazaar, Fortune, the Sears Roebuck Catalog, and the thin air. But the labor in- volved was the swift clear grasp of the day and hour and swift moment as we knew them in the moment of their existence. This labor has been accomplished by making ourselves into a somewhat nebulous staff of Sargasso.

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CAHDIAU STATISTIUSQ HAVE Y0 HEARD was necessary. Then as the deadlines rushed by and our staff stirred itself into purpose and effort, we began to believe there was a shape, and to watch it come and to make it ourselves, until our book emerged one day with what we had put in it and enclosed it in. We who are Seniors at Earlham in 1942 are presenting this Sar- gasso that we have made. Not as a book, merely, but as a rich portrait of the Earlham in which our lives revolved for this one great hectic superb time of our lives. JANET ROBERTS lEditor's Note: Fortunately there is enough space here to include a word about Janet Roberts, who returned after an extended absence just in time to graduate with our class. We hadn't forgotten her, even after all that ti1ne.l . . . that 372 of the senior class go steady ? And that at least 1490 of the senior girls are wearing engagement rings? When we were freshmen they always told us Earlham was the place to get a man! 292 of our class seem to be unable to make up their minds whether Bill or Bob is their favorite, so this 2922 get around a good deal in varied company. The book-worms and the my-heart-belongs-to-Daddy type make up 2624 of the senior ranks. These man-haters and woman-haters and unclaimed jewels stay at home much of the time or else hobnob with members of their own sex. Ah, fair Earlham romance, 822 of us who will be graduated are already married: what a class have we! what a cem. have we! what other things too numerous and private to mention have we!