Houghton College - Boulder Yearbook (Houghton, NY)

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30 you, I . g20l ge gl ' WOFQZGHJ. . . . . We dedicate the nineteen forty-five Boulder. Whether studying the brain or dis- secting Rana. We found an ideal in your corn- plete, accurate scholarship sparkling with deft touches of humor. We may have failed some tests-most of us did-but the scientific attitude seems no longer a mere phrase. Having profited by the example shown us, We Want to keep the spirit of science as we become doctors, nurses, teachers, and min- isters. Your efficiency in the administrative posts of dean of men and now dean of the col- lege has been accompanied by quiet friend- liness. An unassuming greeting on the cam- pus helped many of us to see warmth be- hind the cold signature on grade reports. The work of professor of biology, chairman of the division of science and mathematics, and dean of the college has not been able to extinguish an humble, helpful spirit. To those who get up for Sunday School your spiritual talks and pointed illustrations have been a source of inspiration. ln a sin- cere life reflecting His Spirit, the rest of us have seen a challenge. A few remember a blessed prayer meeting in Zoology class a year ago, and that final prayer of a melted, concerned heart deepened our consecra- tions. Short, smiling expressions of confi- dence, understanding chats, and a deeply reverent attitude helped to transform Hough- ton from a catalog or campus into a living, personal institution, an embodiment of Christ. A wry smile lighting an illusively disin- terested face, an assisting hand at a micro- scope lens, a prayer addressed to God as an intimate Friend-these pictures of you are permanent, Dr. Moreland. Whether or not We remember the characteristics of the phy- lurn Plcrtyhelminthes, your life has been placed on the reference shelf of our minds. leaders

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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