Rollins College - Tomokan Yearbook (Winter Park, FL)

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. . Dean Anderson, President Holt, Georse Waddell, Prof. Waite. THE FIRST DAY The train belches in . . . grinding to a stop . . . regurgitating students, new and old . . . the little station jammed with people . . . shining faces . . . and a few disappointed ones . . . freshmen scurry- ing about . . . afraid of being noticed . . . even more afraid of not being noticed . . . trunks and suit- cases being piled into cars and trucks . . . the drive up Orange Avenue . . . past the Baby Grand . . . past the Chamber of Commerce . . . moss hanging in tattered shreds from groping trees that arch the streets . . . the impression of going through a tunnel. . . then the baseball field . . . the girls ' dorms, blush- ing and huddled together intimately . . . past the chapel tower, silhouetted against a frieze of clouds. Then to that spree-ringed circus, Chase Hall ... or to Cloverleaf . . . where nobody ' s business is everybody ' s business . . . where privacy is a lost illusion . . . and a rural party line is, in comparison, like a deaf and dumb convention. The Walk of Fame . . . Jupiter, Emerson, Rochambeau . . . peeking up through brown leaves . . . always surrounded by tourists who see more in them than just a path bordered with engraved stones. People strewn like gaily colored petals on the horse-shoe at noon . . . sprawled, comfortable, con- versational groups . . . the campus freckled with freshmen . . . clutching their R books and button- ing without enthusiasm . . . girls with flowers in their hair . . . knowing everyone ' s nick name . . . last names dying of solitary confinement in the minds of their owners . . . The overdressed statues of the Cat and the Fox . . . symbols of the sly and the smooth . . . hazing at Rec Hall . . . singing the Alma Mater . . . learning school yells . . . and the high unleashed laugh- ter of Scanlon ... a mist of gnats swirling in the air. The first day of classes . . . when you discover that those Leaders in Learning that the Rollins Plan features, are really profs . . . and quite nice people in spite of it . . . finding that examinations and finals have also been banned by this plan . . . though later, they occasionally rear their ugly - 8 -

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DR. RICHARD E. BURTON

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shining faces . We meet summer: heads . . . not too well disguised as quizzes . . . classes Saturday morning . . . classes often till six o ' clock . . . and no classes on the beach . . . no seminars in the taverns . . . no holiday from Wedsday to Wedsday . . . Stalking through Knowles Hall . . . sniff- ing the acrid odor . . . which suggests for- gotten formulas and chemistry finals . . . Meeting Dr. Kinsler . . . who is entirely too nice a person to be teaching such a subject as Physics . . . sitting around classroom tables . . . trying to figure out a schedule . . . and looking out the windows at the gossiping breezes in the stoop-shouldered palms . . . and the cars nestling under the trees . . . cars of every make and model with licenses from every state . . . and continuing to wonder what this Rollins Plan really is . . . old friends and renew acquaintances.. . . Seeing every one again . . . Didja hava good . . Swell, d ' jew? . . . Diddy, what bare you done to your eyebrows? . . . Falling on Penquin Peggy ' s neck . . . and Carl with her hair fixed differently . . . and Ar, and Waddell, and Preacher, and Warren . . . who is j ust bursting to tell you of his new records . . . Powerfully built Butch loping over the lawn . . . jumping for his leash which Dick Turk holds just above his nose . . . growling playfully . . . inspecting trees . . . H. Brown, with her knitting and her cigarette and her lashes and her eternal effervescence . . . Belden with his never sleeping camera . . . catching people with their fingers in their noses or their knee length stockings VERY evident . . . Discovering the Saudspur shack again, haunted by MacArthur or Twage . . . Polly and Horace zooming by, the radio being flamboyantly nasty . . . The Duchess, Sugar, and Bradley in the fila- greed shade of a shaggy oak . . . Reser in deep conversation with Mink . . . who stands on the balcony of the X Club . . . quite dapp er in the blanket wrapped about him . . . Genial President Holt and Dean Enyart in deep conversation on the steps of Carnegie . . . Swan dives from the tower . . . canoes wrinkling the silvered surface of the lake . . . and Jane Russell being happy in a manner that can be heard for miles and miles and miles . . . Poppa Cook . . . the people ' s choice . . . wander- ing over to lunch with his cigar and his umbrella . . . the silly laugh of Louis, the Goon, . . . Riley, Madame Bowman, and Dean Anderson, walking ' cross the campus . . . Kathie, dream-lined as ever . . . sailing magnificently along the walk . . . with a wake of unabashed gapes be- hind her . . . The familiar rattle and clank of Elbow on his bike ... I can get it an ' be back in five minutes . . . The library and Mr. Yust . . . Mrs. Cass, by the stair- way, bubbling with information . . . worried visits to Mr. Brown ' s office at the first of the month . . . Cynthia, and the Registrar ' s office. . . . Joe Knowles, staggering under the mountain of bundles he eternally carries to Cloverbloom . . . Sherry, Toy, Camp and Scarlet playing follow the leader . . . using the spray of water from the sprinkler for a jump rope . . . and soaking themselves . . . Lew Wallace chattering by on his motorcycle . . . Prof. Granberry . . . carrying a large batch of manuscripts . . . hurrying across the law n. Levy truckin ' up the Jacob ' s Ladder of Fame . . . with that Harlem River Waltz, The Big Apple . . . Swing high . . . swing low . . . Suzy Q. to the right . . . Shine, Prexy, . . . shine, Scheu, . . . shine Gussie . . . shine . . . shine Dear Enyart and Dean Sprague.