Ripon College - Crimson Yearbook (Ripon, WI)

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 Doc, Moore A freshman who has not engaged in a duel of ideas with Dr. Clifford H. Moore has not had his share of haz- ing. An advanced student who has not mustered his arguments in offense or defense before his history professor should nor receive a diploma. No one has used his mental artillery until he has leveled it at one of Dr. Moore's thought-provoking statements. Even his veteran students watch with trepilation for a certain twinkle in his eye. When he smoothes his left eyebrow and rustles the omnipresent slip of paper in his vest pocket the fun begins—for the class. Freshman and senior alike emerges and. metaphorical- ly, picks himself up to see on what side of the fence he has fallen after a series of balancing acts. The professor grins, not condescendingly but appreciative- ly. at his bewildered opponent. A person who knows all sides of every question and has tolerant regard for each, plus a sense of humor and a knowledge of the English language, is a disconcerting adversary in a battle of words. This professor of ours does not be- long in the tradition of dessicared ped- agogues who deplore the evil days the world has fallen upon and hark back to some Utopian past. Nor does he fit into the Hearstian picture of the cadav- erous creature who exhorts his dozing classes to revolt. Dr. Moore ( Doc to you if you wear grimy corduroys and a battered felt hat) is- just Dr. Moore, not to be classified in such sim- ple terms even by psychology majors. Such critical and systematic people may murmur of tolerance, humor, intel- lect, clarity of vision and still not find the delightful personality loved by Ri- po nites. It has been said by one of his fellow townsmen that he is a good teacher, a line citizen, and a fair fisherman. This is not the last word on the subject or. at least, it is a statement that should be enlarged upon. No comment, upon Dr. Moore is complete without a mention of his garden, his fondness for Scotch jokes, his charming wife and daugh- ters. Early in the morning and after sun- set you see Mr. Moore, who stands, pipe bowl cradled in hand watching his garden grow. It is a beautiful gar- den. His dahlias are his delight for he insists that each one. like each of his students, requires individual attention. Tales of Dr. Moore s fishing prowess and his own Scotch jokes are best told by him. Only he can give them the genial humor that makes their teller the beloved person he is.

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 Badger Legionnaire. If ilie plan is tried another year, we should make ev- ery effort to contact both the head offi- cials of the Legion and the Legion Aux- iliary and also have a representative at the state convention, and at every one of the district conventions. We should write direct to all the Legion Com- manders. 5. Friendship Days: The friendship day is a great problem, the actual val- ue of which is certainly questionable. We do not have the time to talk to the students with any seriousiness about college and very few of them are in the proper mood anyway. 1 would strong ly recommend that during the year the different houses entertain small groups of high school seniors, two, three, or four at a time without any inconveni- ence and very little expense. 6. Help from present college stu- dents: I spoke in paragraph 2 above about the help which the high school authorities could give us in furnishing names of desirable prospects. If our present students will continue to aid us in this way. we could have a tremen- dous amount of time and energy spent in looking up people who have on in- clination toward college. Our students should be careful to spell the last name correctly and be sure to get the first name. The student should also have the street address, the telephone num- ber. and by all means the father's bus- iness, and any special information in addition, such as: Does high school student have parents, brothers or sis- ters who have come to college? What is student's record in the home town? What is the state of the father’s busi- ness? and any information which would help us in making an intelligent canvass of the prospect. —19—

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Herman Drowning, a tired swimmer, to put it mildly, is elated to find himself clutch- ing a life preserver instead of the pro- verbial straw; on the campus when one wants something accomplished in the way of repairs or help in house prob- lems. he looks for the Superintendent of Grounds and Buildings. In him. one finds a cooperation and willingness to serve similar in quality to the buoy- ancy of the life preserver. Very few students know the Super- intendent of Buildings and Grounds, but they do know Herman. It doesn't make much difference, however, since the former is the title of office and the latter is the bearer of the title. Born in Ripon in 1S76, he waited un- til 1905 to become affiliated with the college. Seven generations of students have entered, studied, and passed on during his “regime. Loyal as any graduate, he watches out for the best interests of the college closely, and fol- lows its athletic events enthusiastically. Besides his work on the campus, he has served ten years in public office, including four years as Chairman ol Public Works of Ripon. Fishing and a granddaughter. Yvonne, are his chief means of diver- sion. while an interest' in chain letters hold his attention at present. If we are to believe the modern econ- omists. our civilization demands that an individual become specialized in order to contribute any good to our society. Herman Gatzke, however, is one of those too rapidly disappearing jack-of- all-trades—he mows grass, repairs electrical fixtures, supervises FERA projects, and constructions on the cam- pus. and purchases various supplies for the departments, yet no one has ever accused him of inefficiency. Always smiling—always busy ' appears to be the motto of Herman—his never end- ing enthusiasm for the college and its welfare is surpassed by none and this perhaps is the reason why he is hailed by coeds and frat men alike as the friend of the Ripon college student.