Manchester College - Aurora Yearbook (North Manchester, IN)

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We wish we had a romantic story about how the idea for the 1934 Aurora was born, as, for instance, that it suddenly dawned on us as we watched a glowing autumnal sun drop beneath silhouetted trees, or that it flashed through our mind as we listened to on inspiring rendition of Beethoven s Second Symphony. But no such luck. The plain, homely, almost cruel fact of the matter is that the 1934 Aurora was born in a res- taurant, and not a particularly inspiring restaurant at that. It was late, and the coffee v as too hot, and we were oil feeling a little ragged from being shut up in an office all day. Someone wondered why the sophomore class hadn ' t appointed a representative whom we could get to do the work for us, and we seemed to be doing a better job than usual griping about the astronomic figures demanded by printers and engravers for merely managing a few machines while we did all the work. What particularly bothered us that night was the huge outlay of dough required to put all that fancy art work in an annual, when we couldn ' t for the life of us see what it had to do with colleges, or 1934, or, for that matter, even the faculty. So then and there, when we were getting just about to the place A here we could see the grounds in the bottom of our coffee cup, we declared unanimously (all three of us) that the 1934 Aurora would be champion of the forgotten student, who hod long since been displaced by (we hesitate to say it) the perhaps more attractive tracings of a high-brow artist. So if we must bring this thing to such a lofty plane as to set forth a platform for the 1934 Aurora, it would have to read like this: WE HAVE TAKEN THE BOOK OUT OF THE ART DEPART- MENT OF THE INDIANAPOLIS ENGRAVING COMPANY AND BROUGHT IT BACK TO MANCHESTER COLLEGE. Not that we don t like artists, as such, or the particular artists of our engraver. We think artists ore, usually, very nice. But we like ourselves much better. And we feel that as long as we ' re laying down three bucks for this book, we should get three dollars worth of ego-expansion. So just to satisfy our innate love of publicity, we have packed all the pictures we could between these silver and block covers, and now, by and larg e, are a wee bit proud of the way we look . . .