Oberlin College - Hi-O-Hi Yearbook (Oberlin, OH)

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Dond Wood and Ray Ctnhnii. Xo rtns, hut scooters take their place. hi Tappan at its l est. In conversation informally. Professor Politzir. .Mike Shinaael, lirila Strandherg, Travis .iltinan.

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Fftt ' is. dm} WiUiatns. Ed Weldon, Sandy Louis, and Clyde Green. Oberlm It urns ill the clieiiiistry liibotiilovy . iis lie stood there u ' ntchnig the thuk red liijiud {tike tomato June) siiiiiiieriii ' in the fhisk. that the other possibility suddenly occined to him. He had gone tliere to see Dick, and on his way out had lingered for a moment before Tom and f line ' s table to watch their experiment. Strange, lie thought as he wa lked on. Ihul it should not hiwe struck linn all these days, .-iiid the more lie imisidered it. like Dick holding that (lystiil against the light, turning it slowly between his fingers to i iew it from all possible angles, the more sense it seemed to make. His first impulse was to look for a telephone, but almost immediately he saw the absurdity of the idea. You couldn ' t talk alioiit a thing like that over the telephone . . . Ciood Lord, this iriis going to be really awk-ward nine. He wondeied whether he ought to forget about it and leai ' e things as they -were. But for lienx ' en ' s sake, he told himself, he had to find out, axrkward or not. He would find out immediately after the bluebook urns oi ' er. As he lualked down toward the Secretary ' s office to buy a bluebook, that is, an official exercise book for zvriting ansioers in an examination, his thoughts moved mound in lime in a rather desultory iiiaiiner. He plucked a biiiiih of faded memories (iiid raised it lo his face, trying to inhale the faint fragrance that still clung In il. But where did it all begin! ' That party for foreign students. Xo. before that, at that reception held by the President for newcomers. U came back to him -i ' li ' idly. that evening with its initial uneasiness (a being in a new college, or ratliei in a new (oiiiilry) dissolx ' ing in an eddy of conversation and friendly laughter in bright teacups. He had stood there thinking how he liked the atmos- phere of American parties, or at least parties in Oberlin. hi so many other places parties were often nothing but depressing get-togethers where practically evei-yone liiiiig mound the most impiiiliiiit person in the room, blatantly tn ' ing to fau ' ii oil him all the time. Here they formed little groups which noic ami then ex- changed members in an easy informal manner. This loay you had several centers of interest, and at the same time people could mix more uniformly. Di one corner of the room, ii young— Hallo. a deep stentorian vince sounded iii front of linn. He looked up. Il iCd.s II tall young boy. probably a frcshmmi. -walking down the opposite way. Hallo. lie wished back, smiling, as they crossed each other. For the life of him. he lould not remember who it was. He -vaguely remembered then meeting somewhere, but the name and the plai e had slipped his mind completely. That liappene l so often. He met neic people sometimes at the rate of more than a dozen a day. and while he (ould not remember them all. they all remembered him. not fo) any speiial quality he had. but just because he -was a foreigner and looked different. And they ivoe all so Iriendly that later whenever they pa.ssed him, they said something in greeting. Sol only people he had been introduced to, even total strangers, realizing that he was a foreigner, often smiled at him warmly.

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F- i IK imimg jK n nun . wt ii o)ncii on iinif ann ' tii iiy lilt: i i csnicni Un i itimi . iiml iiiut tiic . ' tci ' ciiMiii. iviiii mi ' i i imm iL ' hen they lem ' c jour years later. L to R.: Aiiiie Chamberlain. President uiiil A m. Slevetison, Diane Skerritt. Julie Saw- yer, Joltn Donaldson. Ed Turvcy. pir.wiuiuhh to make him jrcl it Immt ' . .Amcriin was the n)il ioieii ii tuaiitry where ei ' eii .stiaiii; eis had smiled al him like this. Mii ht be iiothnig mure tliiiii just politeness, but still . . . As he entered the .Secretary ' s office, the boy ' s name returned to him suddenly. Max Frenner. And with the name he also remembered -where they had first met. At the barbecue pit a fe-w months ago ivheii the entire college had a picnic of sort. at tlie Field House . . . That leas a pleasant alteriioon. They sat on the grass with then food before them on paper plates, and . . . and he said something, he could not remember what, ami the entire group burst into laughter, except her. She low up a handful of grass and thretv it at iiim. The joke was at her expense. I pray you. is Signior Montaiito returned from the war or no? And I xeill show you affirmation in a handful of grass. Yes I will yes.