Ripon College - Crimson Yearbook (Ripon, WI)

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mm ONLY at Ripon could, a freshman hope to meet the president of the college on his very first day at school. Dr. Clark Kuebler, president of Ripon College, greets D’Etta Ashwell and Betty Kent one sunny afternoon while on a campus stroll. 4

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‘Z'ivr (?h u (Ur r i LANE LIBRARY RIPON, COLLEGE Ripon, Wisconsin rr No son, Vm not a Communist.” Chapter I HETHER you arc a senior or a freshman, school always seems new and strange when you start the fall term. It could be the long vacation, or the novelty of going away to school, but I suspect that it is the great number of new faces—either a complete change of teachers and friends, or new faces appearing in once old familiar scenes. The first week is a nightmare of adjust- ment and readjustment for faculty and students alike. Registra- tion lines, enrollment cards, and conflicting classes test the mettle of everyone concerned, but you muddle through somehow and end up a student of Ripon College with a nice bill to prove it. When classes begin, old students find themselves assigned to classrooms they never before knew existed, freshmen band together in search- ing parties to find the secret meeting places of their classes, and faculty members fight it out (in a dignified way) to determine who belongs in which room. But in a very short while the turmoil is over, and it is hard to remember the time when you were not going to class every day.

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Something is brewing for somebody when Deans Marguerite Wickenden and William Peterman put their heads together. “Take A LETTER, Miss Brooks.” Dean Edward Tenney, Dean of the college, dic- tates a letter to his secretary. 5