Houghton College - Boulder Yearbook (Houghton, NY)

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7 emem erin? ougkfon A ami in eruice Once college meant Houghton, now, to our servicemen, college means memories of Houghton, and to us, Houghton has meant memories of our servicemen. We missed them wherever we went-to classes, clubs. or games. Sometimes we joked about Hough- ton's becoming a girls' school, but nobody really thought it was funny. Basketball, for instance, wasn't the same with our best play- ers gone. The seniors said they would have had the championship if they had only had a team, and maybe they were right. Classes were different, too, science was the last field to be invaded, but eventually that fell, too. Lab assistants were so rare they were almost non-existent. As for the humanities, they were manned by women from the start. Even some of the professors left. We were glad to be able to write, some of us practically lived by correspondence. We formed the Servicemens Letter Circle and sent the Star all over the world, because the men said they liked to get mail. When letters came back from anywhere and every- where, we wished we had learned more ge- ography and started poring over maps. Radio commentators helped us with the pro- nunciation of Burmese villages and German internment camps. Our interests were united into a real effort by war programs and banquets, everyone was grateful for the work that went into them. We vied to see which class could double its war bond quota first, but we knew that buying stamps and bonds meant more than any mere competition. Although dis- appointed that the equipment we bought never got to the campus, some of us are still looking forward to riding in a jeep. We wished we could do more for the war ef- fort, everything faded into insignificance be- side one gold star. Yes, We missed the servicemen, and we prayed for them, and some of us wept. in perilous times