Florida Southern College - Interlachen Yearbook (Lakeland, FL)

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antenu ADMINISTRATION Introduction, Dedication, Board of Trus- tees, Faculty, Campus Views, Chair of Democracy, Founders ' Week CLASSES Seniors, Summer School Graduates, Ju- niors, Sophomores, Freshmen PERSONALITIES Honor Walk, Miss Southern, Celebrities ACTIVITIES Governmental Bodies, Honorary Fraterni- ties, Fine Arts, Professional Fraternities, Publications, Social Fraternities ATHLETICS Boards, Varsity, Men ' s Sports, Women ' s Sports, Snapshots, Advertisements

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' otewota The editors of The Interlachen present with great pleasure the 1940 book with the hope that each of you will find some incident or scene which will express the meaning of this college year to you That expression has been the goal to which we directed our efforts. In writing this last piece of copy there is the awkward experience of attempting to express graciously our grati- tude to those whose conspicuous labors have given the book its distinguishing features. To them we say thanks a million! They are: Dr. K. Gibson Weihe for his advisory super- vision and for his contributions to the literary and art work on the theme; Miss Jane Golding for the tedious preparation of copy; Randy Jones for pounding the pave- ment soliciting advertisements; the other staff members for their various amounts of work; and the student body for its patience in the picture taking and editing of this book. ovet eMciti Still, white and deeply poignant, the Hindu Temple stands in the midst of the Garden of Meditation, a continual memorial to the man, Bishop Frederick B. Fisher, who gave it to us It is therefore eminently fitting that a picture of this temple, which plays so significant a role in campus life, should introduce the color features of the 1940 Interlachen. ■%••■• •

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teme HEAR YE ' HEAR YE! Sound, sound the clarion; fill the fife ! To all the circumambient world proclaim ' One tiny hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name Embooked now before you, as beautifully as we could book it. is the person-colored activity of our latest College Year. (Flourish Banner and Trumpet !). Every mother ' s Son and Daughter enrolled on the college books for 1939-1940 is represented somehow in the Book. (Roll, Drum ! Ring, Bell!). Quintessence of Youthful Life Hail! (Huzzahs 1 ). Like no other day ever, is this Day; like no other year, this Year; like no other book ever, this Book! (Strike up the Band!). Gone is the Age of Iron, of Bronze, of Jazz; gone are the Tremu- lous years of the Thirties; gone, the furtive Idealisms, the Sham Cloister. This is the Book of New Beginnings, the latest Syllable of Recorded Time. (Blow, Bugle!). And now as the Forties come roaring in with War again staining the far, dark Horizon we Youthful Ones do here denounce that Evil and its brood— the Hypocrisy, the Greed, the ruthless Strides of tiger Power, the social Scurvies, the smug and leaden-footed Traditional- isms, all the Razzle-dazzle, all the Trivial and Shoddy. We ask our Elders to join us honestly in seeing Life steadily and seeing it whole. For we are in a perilous Drama together as Toilers under Fate Let us be true to One Another lest the Drama again turn tragic (Cym- bals, Clash ' ). A Yearbook is like a revolving Door . . . through it pass the Months, as on Review, and through it like Figures haunted by sweet Ghosts, we also pass, we Youthful Ones, out into the world of After-days. (Kettle-drums, beat ' ). Reader, Viewer, be gentle . . . we ' ve tried to represent You in your best Bib and Tucker, so to speak, as the Months in 1939-40 drew you after them, filling the Campus with Color and Drama. Blame not us if you aren ' t beautiful — blame Heredity— or the perversity of Mother Nature. (Soft Music, Play ' ).