University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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FALL NUMBER, 1948 11 only one waiting to see him. Finally with a flourish of his fountain pen on a little white card, he con- cluded his conversation with the enrollee, climbed off his chair and shook hands with him. The hand shake seemed indicative of an understanding between the two and I felt that the enrolleemust have had amajor. However, the enrollee didn ' t relieve any of my suspi- ciousness about Professor George. The student ' s hair was too long around the back of his neck and his eyes seemed sad and reflective. I had the feeling he must have thought an awful lot. Suddenly I thought I ' d be much better off if I went back and talked this busi- ness over with the advisor I ' d just left, but before I had time to think twice about it, Professor George turned and looked at me. At least he was facing me although his eyes seemed to dance first to the right of me then to the left then over my head until it almost made me dizzy. Waiting to see me, young man? His voice was shrill and it cracked a little especially on the high notes. I asked if he was Pro- fessor George and although he didn ' t answer he shot his right hand out at me, and, caught in his grip, I was led to a chair sitting across the narrow table from his seat. Want to take some history, huh? he said, obviously pleased. Fine, fine! Very broadening study, very broadening study. Now let ' s see your transcript. I handed it to him and as I did I noticed two guides across the gym looking in my direction, whispering to each other. I felt uncomfortable. Aha! An A in American History, his high voice cracked. From Professor Alberts, of course. A fine professor, fine professor. Very broadening man goes right to the bottom of things. Examin- ing the little white cards, it took the professor no time, of course, to discover that I didn ' t have a major. Well, he explained with a note of glee in his voice, I see you haven ' t declared your major. Right then I felt was an especially bad time to confess I had no major but there was nothing else to do. Well, young man let ' s see, what is your name? oh, yes, Smith well, Smith, I certainly am glad you came to me. You now I have a feeling already that you ' re just the type of man the history depart- ment is looking for. I didn ' t know whether I liked that or not. Frankly, I felt the history department must be looking for most any type of man it could get. You see, the trouble with our whole educational system is specialization. Look at them over there science, mathematics, language. True, they ' re all good when fitted into a whole, but alone they ' re nothing. With this he made a slashing gesture with his fountain pen which I took to indicate the nothing- ness of science, mathematics, and language. But in history, he continued, we see all these things en- twined and inter-correlated, one with the other. Engineering Card File With this statement, he held both hands in front of him, fingers spread out like talons, entwined and inter-correlated one with the other. I tried to picture a calculus problem mixing it up with some Latin verbs but the whole thing failed me completely. All this time I had said nothing. As a matter of fact I hadn ' t had a chance. I merely stared at him and tried to keep my eyes from jumping in odd directions as his did. Also I kept myself in readiness to dodge the fountain pen. Strangely, though, I w?s paying close attention to what he was saying. Now about this business of a major, Mr. Smith, I see no point in not declaring it now. We ' ll just mark it in here, he announced, scribbling the word history in the blank space marked major. As for your courses in history this semester, perhaps two (Continued on Page 94 1

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II THE J A Y H A V K E R Registration at F.ank Strong But you can see that it ' s different for me to advise you on courses when neither of us know what you want to major in, can ' t you? His question sounded reasonable enough and I nodded agreement. Well, then, don ' t you think it ' s about time you made some decision? The tone of his voice was clearly one of solicitation. I said it probably was and having committed myself on the matter, I was quick to ask him just how I should go about making the choice. Well, what subjects have you enjoyed most the past two semesters? I cupped my hand around my chin, closed my eyes and thought carefully. I was sure of one thing, I didn ' t like Biology. Spanish hadn ' t been bad, but it was tedious. The advisor was a busy man and rather than wait for a reply he picked The Engineers Enroll up my transcript and began to ex- amine the courses and grades. Hum, he said, grades aren ' t bad. C in Biology and Algebra, but the others are all B ' s. Wait a minute! I see you have an A in American History. Like history, do you? I couldn ' t remember that I especially liked history, it was just easier than the other courses. The advisor looked straight at me and put his heavy glasses back on. I could see he ' d made up his mind I was going to major in history. Look, he said, gathering up my transcript and all the little white cards, why don ' t you go over and talk to Professor George. Tell him you don ' t have a major and show him your transcript. It think he can help you. By now I was beginning to feel like there was something definitely wrong with people who didn ' t have majors. He ' s sitting over there under the history sign. I don ' t think you ' ll have to wait long, the advisor smilingly commented as he handed me the cards and the transcripts. I looked over toward the history sign. Sitting with but one student in front of him, was a small wizened man of about 60. I walked slowly across the gym stopping a few feet from him. He had a fountain pen in his left hand and was making quick, decisive gestures with it apparently explaining something to the student in front of him. His hair was white and there was but a small fringe of it running around the back of his head. Through a pair of small thick glasses, two steady eyes shot furtive glances- first in one direction then another, like a snake ' s tongue, I thought. He had very light skin and as he sat on the wooden folding chair his short legs barely touched the floor. My previous advisor was right about not having to wait long to see Professor George. It seemed very strange i n fact it made me a little suspicious that I was the

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