Southwestern College - Moundbuilder Yearbook (Winfield, KS)

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September: Matriculation Morn. A haze of joe College shirts hangs over Richardson, and the rigors of registra- tion and receptions begin. Feminine frosh are duly initiated into the mysteries of sign-out sheets. Smith Hall food and fire escape exits. An afternoon Ccornplete with whitewashj at the helps freshman men to feel at home. Iiast-XYest Corrigan XYOWS lYorld. F. D. R. Continues Purge. lfreshies likewise undergo purge-a- la-psycho-personality-grammar-analysis, and learn that the Little Theatre is the home of the Southwestern Campus Players. not a branch of the down-town cinema company. The Dipsy-Doodle is a thing to beware . . . CLASSES BEGIN . . will get in your hair Never xhrink from duty, rrftads Y0u'1fe got to know the rapes . Tirrze and tide wait for two rnen . . . then hope and ternpns Fngit for these sophomores. Page 18

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The entire school participates in the annual ceremony of the building the mound, with the sacrilegiously slap-happy strains of the Dipsy Doodle contrasting curiously to the solemnity of the ceremony proper. Classes Cafter the freshies locate the roomsj slide into a routine . . . participles and gerunds . . . atoms and electrons . . . . . . Portrait of a master . . . a Builder cornerslone is laid What does lhe Angry ,Mob say? . . . Page 19 Now Class . . . Dream awhile .... only a while io dream, Life is short . . Sudeten Blood Shed SVVING NIUSICK INTO LIMELIGHT Musick, Nlcfiaffree. Foster and lYomeldorf grab class presidential honors and Prof. C. Y. CVicey Verseyj Bertsch looms on the campus horizon. The hill is caught in the most agoniz- ing throes of rush week, and the Aurora- Laconian hall becomes a madhouse of melody as the A Cappella choir goes into action. There are occasional vain at- tempts to concentrate Con a textbookj with the croon of Crosby to soothe the fretted nerves. Tonight I mzlsn'zf think of him . . Jlusitt, jfaesfro. please .... The football eleven panics the stands by snatching a 14-0 win in the first season game. And verily the old gridiron waxeth sizzling under the flying cleats of Hinshaw and Hotton. Hitler Tells the XYorld ABBRPIYIATICD COIFFCRISS IN SPOT You go lo my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain . . . Messrs. Hunt, Young and Williams