Slippery Rock University - Saxigena Yearbook (Slippery Rock, PA)

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THUS we hope to preserve a picture of the members of each class so that we may look back and recall the friendship and enjoyment had with our fellow classmates. Since this book is edited for the seniors, these individual pictures and activities mark the close of their freshman career on our campus.

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m: ioics TEN score and eight weeks ago our Fathers let loose upon this campus two hundred forty-one freshmen. Although conceived in liberty, we were soon dedicated to the proposition that all sophomores are slave drivers. All that is past. Now we are engaged in great celebration . . . celebration of what, we do not know., for like the court of Louis XVI we rejoice in the shadow of the guillotine. For four years we have been flitting about eluding realities. Wolf-like, they lurk at the chape! door waiting to pounce on us as we emerge with our diplomas. Yet, as classes go, we shall be well equipped to grapple with the situation, for if we are outstanding for any virtue, that virtue is versatility. We have had to adjust ourselves to changes that were shocking to our academic nervous systems, and we at least seem to have survived. We had the temerity to enter college at the rock bottom of the depression. It was a gamble, but it was a lucky one,-to-day the evidences of a more abundant living almost engulf us. The communistic economic order is passing . . . to-day a college man even knows whether he’s wearing his own socks or his room-mates. S M T Hi C WM SLIPPERY ROCK MM P A We have survived the crumbling of the old regime and the installation of the new. In our careers we watched the departing and arriving faculty members pass in a bewildering procession. In the women’s dormitories, playing cards came out of hiding, and patent-leather shoes and pajamas became respectable items in milady’s wardrobe. With our leaving, the old order will have passed from the student mind forever. The boys were installed in South Hall in 1935 and the restless spirit of their former sanctuaries, The Pines and The Maples, were tamed under the domestic hands of Mrs. Ketterer and Mrs. Yingling. In our sophomore year the prospect of final exams reared its ugly head and has been haunting us ever since. In our senior year objective testing, which we had been deluded into believing was one of the sacred cows of education, was banished, and essay examinations triumphantly took its place, leaving us again, gullably idealistic as we were trying to bridge the gap between theory and practice, ideals and realities.