Salisbury University - Evergreen Yearbook (Salisbury, MD)

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Our First Summer Session After only one week at home — and what a week — students began to flock to the Alma Mater, for on June 8 our college was opened for its first summer session. Eighty of the one hundred seventy-five students who enrolled were in-service teachers working for degrees or certificate renewals. It is surprising how freshmen can become sophomores, and sophomores juniors, and juniors seniors in the brief space of one week when ordinarily it takes three months. But the miracle happened, and those who had been a week before mere freshmen, found themselves enrolled in “lit’’ and chemistrv, while the new juniors were looking into a new world in which education of the child is King. Don’t let that picture give you the idea that summer school was all study! Afternoons might have been hot, but that did not stop our fun. There were tennis and sunbathing and movies and just plain loafing. There were trips to Ocean City at every chance. Our beloved and historic school bus man¬ aged to take us there now and then. 1 think most of the participants can agree that summer school was fun. A gay inform¬ ality not found during regular session pre¬ vailed. (Miss Ruth even let us stay up an hour longer and forsook her iron-bound rule of hose for women and coats for men at din¬ ner.) Yes, we had fun, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t glad when August 14 came. A vacation is always welcome, espeeiallv when three months’ good times must somehow be crowded into three hot, hot weeks. It really wasn’t as bad as we had expected it to be, was it? From the way we all talked when school closed in June, 1942, summer school was going to be an unsurmountable ordeal. But we all survived — even the heat of midsummer and trials of final examinations. 4

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For the first time in the history of our college, the United States is at war, A Service Plaque con¬ taining the names of S. T. C. men in the Armed Forces hangs where all may see, and despite our attempts at collegiate gaiety, we cannot escape the new and serious light m which we must needs see our liv es. We, as college students, however, are preparing to help build for a brighter future in which unself¬ ishness and love shall replace w and hatred, and men shal be free to live in peace and hap- piness unmolested. In such prep¬ aration there is hope, It is to this hope for the perpetuation of the ideals of our forefathers at Stony Point and of our brothers somewhere” that we dedicate the 1943 EVERGREEN, .3

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Then after only three weeks’ vacation we returned to begin a new year. Wise but wily sophomores and all-knowing juniors mingled with timid and frightened freshmen, guiding them to dormitory rooms or cafeteria tables. Only the great and mighty seniors — to be found in the teaching world — were needed to complete the picture. September 8 was registration day but not just for “rats.” No self-respecting “rat” ever made that much noise on the first day! Those were upper classmen who trooped gaily through the waiting doors, clapping each other on the back, laughing at the recall of last year’s jokes, tossing suitcases and tennis racquets around the halls, wringing each other’s hands and making the dear old build¬ ing ring with their shouts of greeting. On the surface school looked about the same as usual — Miss Ruth standing in the hall to greet the noisy crowd; Dr. Blackwell ready with his cordial handshake; Miss Gard¬ ner eager to begin the task of registering; and here and there an office opened by some fac¬ ulty member wishing to get off to an early start. However, in spite of this familiar atmos¬ phere of enthusiasm there was an undercur¬ rent of change created by rumors that some of our faculty members would soon leave for the Army. Students learned that Mr. Paul The Open Boon Hyde of the Campus Elementary School and Coach Benn Maggs would be leaving in a very few weeks. They saw a different Mr. Straughn ascending the stairs to the chem¬ istry “lab,” for Mr. William Straughn, Jr. had taken the place of his brother, Dr. Lloyd Straughn who this year accepted a position at Western Maryland College. Among the students themselves all was not as usual. The sophomores who enrolled in September were already found in the groove of their academic pursuits, and the juniors, unlike their predecessors, had some idea of the “meaning of teaching.” These students had been to summer school! Could it be that the editors have forgotten the grand and mighty seniors? Were not they a part of this opening day scene? Not this year, for they had already gone in the wide world each into his own classroom to teach his own small charges. Here at the college was a junior class dignified a year earlv by the prestige of being the upper classmen. 5