Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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But ' 44 had its day in the debacle in Crum ' s murky muck, as soph coeds sadly watched the defeat of their erstwhile heroes — but they don ' t talk about this. After a radiant summer sullied only by slight mists from war clouds, the undaunted returned. Replete with the exact detail for which their talent is famous, the junior formal was a prison decorated with clever puns, balls and chains, and worden- chaperones. The fall Hamburg Show followed, and the juniors, with characteristic modesty, assumed the credit for its success. And to prove ' 43 ' s ability in business, their rifle range concession (appropriate!) turned out to be the most lucrative and popular. The home stretch now looms on the horizon. Senior year with less activity and more study in both 28

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CLASS DF 1943 Back: Fergus, Haines. Front: Robinson, President Blanshard. mere suggestion of holding the traditional tug of war, only to be reminded of their impotence by painted Yellow Bellied Sophs signs which are still visible on Magill. Ratting dis- played a particularly adven- turesome touch with rottees returning at night to find them- selves rooming on the tennis courts or the porch of Parrish. Prophetic of a long line of successes was their initial ex- cursion into showmanship — the freshman show. This talent was to be developed, and reached its peak in the Sophomore year at the class dance. Its floradora trio, its authentic bar and swing- ing doors will never be forgot- ten. But this is only the begin- ning and the second soph promenade, Green Pastures, in the twilight zones between the religious and sacreligious, was just as super. In negro dialect, De Lawd met good chil- luns at the door with halos and ushered them through the pearly gates to three hours of Elysium with angels and all the trimmings. Financial pros- perity has always been one of the class ' s characteristics, and it probably dates from the day it sold a record number of dinks to incoming freshmen who feared the wrath of the gods.

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honors and course, and then the four winds will scatter and obliterate, leaving only memory. Some, of course, no longer roam the hallowed halls — for the already high mortality rate which ' 43 has always enjoyed shot up this year with Uncle Sam ' s be ' kon. Anyway, whether it ' s the proverbial outside world or the army (and for once we pity the top sergeant) which has to bear the brunt of their audacious talent, we tender sympathy, realizing though that the world and things will be bigger and better when they finish with them. . . . ctnci now d