University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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FALL ISSUE 1945 TO LOVE BY ART HOFFMAN, FRESHMAN TO a new man on the campus, freshmen women are rather hard to believe I mean in num- ber, beauty, personality and so forth. As to the general comment on freshmen women, one couldn ' t exactly say you were scraping the bottom of the barrel, nor could one say there was a barrel, but one could say freshmen women aren ' t too much trouble if they ' re kept locked up. Volumes have been written on the garb of the new college coed so I will desist from any such comment, but to those interested may I suggest Darwin ' s book, Man and Microbes. What I am about to comment on, is their strange per sonali ties, and their effects on man. As an example, take the difficulties that the freshmen women are having getting acclimated to so many different boys after going steady in high school for five years. On one date, I distinctly remember I had a difficult time carrying on a conversation. It seems as though she had been going with the same boy for eight years. They had gone together but never had bothered about talking to each other. It had a stifling effect on her personality. However, we got along fine after I consulted my trusty Pocket Guide (Page 10, Article 5), and found a complete table of sign languages. My best friend is going with a girl who has built her life around the song, Take Me Back To Tulsa. No matter where she is, she is liable to burst into a chorus of the song. When she was a little girl she used to live in Tulsa on a farm, and one day she was watching her father load cattle into a railroad car, to be shipped to Kansas City. Somehow she got mixed up with the herd and was loaded into the car with them. The car was sidetracked at the wrong station and lost. Her parents frantically advertised and offered a huge reward but they never found the cattle car. I guess that was the reason for her song. It really wasn ' t a bad number, but it was the dance routine she had worked up to go with the song that made her different. Then there was the time that I took my date to the show and her boy friend came with us. He held her hand all through the feature, which gave me a strange sensation of not being wanted. It wouldn ' t have been so bad if I hadn ' t been sitting between them. Occasionally I would get my hand mixed up with theirs and he would end up holding mine. His facial expressions were so amusing when he found out that I did it two or three times more, but I quit when he bit me. Just the other night while waiting for my freshman date to put in an appearance, I recalled a little incident which happened to me in those trying and bitter days of the early thirties. I ' m relating this story to you because I feel that freshmen women have gone too far when it comes to making a date wait. A campaign should be started to wipe out this worst torture that the K.U. man (or any man) is forced to endure. Returning home from school one afternoon when I was only a senior in high school, I saw a slight movement under the porch. Being a brave and courageous soul, I summoned mother, father, and my six older brothers, and we set out to find what it was. After removing the floor boards and a few of the white columns (we were renting the house) we came upon our goal. There, huddled far back in a dark corner, was a man. He wore a tattered burlap bag, hadn ' t shaved since college nor eaten in months. Although we found no ration books upon his person, we fed him. It seems that one night he called for his date and she wasn ' t ready. He sat down to wait for her and before he knew it fifteen minutes had passed. The minutes turned to hours, the hours turned to days and the days to weeks. For fifteen weeks he waited. Finally the strain was too great he could wait no longer. This story is hard to believe, but when you think of all the huundreds of men in the world who have gone through the same ordeal, it is still hard to believe. In conclusion, I would like to say that aside from all their faults, the freshmen women are, generally speaking and without consulting the statistics, about the youngest women on the campus.

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THE JAYHAWKER PHOTO BY PALMER Sparkling, youthful, a twin, Virginia Joseph, a fresh- man in the College, and a Kappa Alpha Theta pledge.

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THE JAYHAWKER PHOTO BY PALMER Petite, vivacious, Mary Ellen Small, a sophomore in the College, and a Delta Gamma pledge.