University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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THE JAYHAWKER PHOTO BY PALMER X Lovely to look at, Connie Cloughly, a Sophomore in the College, and a Chi Omega pledge.

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0. T. EXPERT Nancy B. Greenman, O.T.R., is the way it reads on the books which means K.U. has a new registered oc- cupational therapist. You ' ll find her on the third floor of Frank Strong hall teaching classes in handcrafts and O. T. theory. Born in Norwich, Conn., Miss Greenman, until this year, had never been west of New York. She attended the University of Connecticut and took post graduate work at the Boston School of Occupational Therapy. Previous to joining the K.U. teaching staff. Miss Green- man worked as an occupational therapist at St. Eliza- beth ' s hospital in Washington, D. C These hills in Lawrence were something I hadn ' t expected, she explained. I still can ' t convince the folks in New York that Kansas isn ' t flat. In spite of the differences and surprises that she has discovered out west. ' Miss Greenman likes K.U. As far as hobbies go. Miss Greenman doesn ' t have a special one but she enjoys music, movies, books, books, and more books. (Books could nearly be the one. ) She also likes to swim and hike. Girl Scouting is a specialty with her, and she has taken a Lawrence scout troop under her wing. She says she ' s a nature lover from ' way back. She doesn ' t claim a favorite movie star, but Bing Crosby is a strong first-placer. I ' m not a Frankie fan, she admits emphatically. by Mary Vermillion HffSPAPEI Ml From newspaper man to journalism instructor in one short year is Lee Cole, new faculty member on the Hill, and new coaching, neophyte journalists on the fine arts of photography, feature writing, and newspaper admin- istration. Cole, who attended De Pauw University on a Rector Scholarship and later graduated from the University of Indiana, has been in the newspaper game for almost a decade. During the last 21 years he has published two weekly newspapers, back home in Indiana. One was in Highland and the other in Cayuga, Ind. This, his first year at K.U., is also his first contest with the trials of teaching. Of his four sons, whom he says are going to K.U., one is now serving with the merchant marines, a second is waiting to be drafted after recently completing high school, and two are still in junior high school Cole, an enterprising businessman, has the distinction of being one of the first small-town publishers to install and operate his own news-photography outfits. His hobbies follow closely after the pattern of his work practical printing and woodworking. As another side- line, he has been active in scout work for the past 13 years. by Sim Myers Photos by Smith

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FALL I S S U 1945 i nmnin uinn: ... BY R. J. ATKINSON, SENIOR A FRESHMAN woman ' s heart, like the moon, is always changing, and, if you look sharp, you can find a man in both of them. This is especially true during the eager period when the lads and lassies are participating in the blind-date-walkout-hour-danceopen-house-mid- week varsity routine. Until the first few months of college have worn away, it is easy for the frosh lovelies and even the not-so-lovelies to be dated weeks in advance and find a new poten- tial BMOC twice weekly. The new coed ' s popularity really never gets the acid test until the Christmas parties have arrived on the scene. The winter formals are usually the party-of-the-year in the men ' s houses and the women that rate these are the ones with pfff-t. The freshmen flash was introduced to college by a swirl of dates and men will either read her name in the Those who attended col- umns of the Kansan socials or she can safely assume that she crashed the Sophomore Slump group one semester early. Except for occasional dates here she will stay until the junior-senior steady. Though most of the young-uns will find fairly steady pursuers even after Christmas vaca- tion, some may soon begin to notice that their fun sessions become more and more all-feminine as they sit home weekends swapping stories on The Saga of The Hunt. The Hunt is (but natch fella, natch ) the man hunt. If the conversation is not mapping a series of strategies to hook some freshman Joes with whom they are entangled (or hope to be), the evening ' s session will be devoted to the cute high school football stars of whom no one has ever heard. This falls into the various face-saving devices devised by the University ' s fairer sex. For the past several years when men were as scarce as seals in the Robinson pool, it was easy to explain weekends because My man is in the service. As things return to normal and the num- ber of skirts and slacks draw dose to being equal ( of course slacks do not always have a man in them, but from the latest Gallup poll there were men in at least nine of every ten pairs of slacks appearing on the street), there will be many girls who will have to learn to pull wool to save their face on the dateless week-ends. This they can do by developing their own methods or by copying the following from their feminine upper classmen, who use: The week-end with the folks and perhaps either ficticious or non-ficticious suitors or steadies from the home town; the splitting headache routine which is made more effective by a bushel basket full of aspirin tablets in plain view for all to see ( with women who know their aspirin best, its the Little Handy Headache Breakers, nine to six. ); the quiz week or term paper jag which amounts to a week-end of day-dreaming over volumes of books with a TRUE LOVE magazine, which is scrupulously hidden among the debris and can be easily covered or uncov- ered as intruders approach or rescind; and the career woman act where the principal character can not seem to put up with the stupid, boring college males and their juvenile chatter and fun. There are other devices constantly being developed by the more clever ones but they are only good over a certain period of time. Of course there is no real need for face-saving tech- niques if her other techniques are better and she is able to keep both her stories and stocking seams straight at the same time. Mr. Anthony, who features himself as some kind of chronicle on love and what matters, once told a young woman that she was shooting too high for her males and if she would tame her ambitions, she could keep a steady escort. I mention that only in passing since I happened (Continued on Page 66)