Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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Barton K. Jenks, Jr. Staunch D.U. and Bookie . . . studies engineer- ing in the wee hours . . . holds a job In the Supt ' s Office . . . football coach . . . known for his hearty laugh . . . sensible approach to the world . . . but even Jane can ' t keep Bart ' s un- ruly locks combed! Elsie Clare Kamsler Tiny transfer from Duke . . . already a host of friends . . . wide-eyed . . . happy-go-lucky . . . but there ' s a third dimension . . . radio ' s her meat . . . graciously feminine . . . moon- light and roses ... a true Southern gal. David S. Lindau Cafe society . . . champagne . . . master of irony and clever repartee . . . What a riot! . . . circulating silver bracelet . . . violent dis- likes . . . wants 25 children for home-grown baseball teams . . . Judge Lindau . . . clear thinker . . . understanding fellow. Kimi Nagatani Everyone knows this English major . . . big as a second, neat as a pin . . . West coast import . . . one of the accelerating acrobats ... a faithful friend though interested In everyone . . . never too busy to stop or smile. Kathe T. Solis-Cohen Such long braids! . . . warm-hearted . . . the placid brow . . . Math libe dweller . . . utterly feminine . . . calculus and formals in the same breath . . . Kathe makes things Interesting . . . especially you. Daniel W. West Those yellow trousers and man-sized feet! . . . disastrous summer hair-cuts . . . masculine ad- dition to M section . . . addicted to epicurean dinners and hard work . . . prospective attorney . . . wonderfully considerate ... a gentleman from the West. S enlofd

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oe6 (I3u . . . 1 ... we become juniors, and begin to won- der — where did we conne from, where are we going, we of the class of ' 46 ? Some of us began in the fall of 1942 some in the spring or summer of 1943. Those who have not accelerated are startled as they see fellow ' 46 ' ers graduating, baffled as they watch lowly freshmen accelerate and join them, even pass them, on the rushing tide. We who began in October, 1942, have faint memories, of what Swarthmore was once like — we saw a hHamburg show and a hlaverford game; we had a real Freshman week, with picnics, teas, dances, and a tour of the campus. We printed a Freshman handbook too, far out-of-date now, with 200 of Its pictured students gone. It is sad to see this, unfortunate to realize that we will never know pre-war Swarthmore. But per- haps we are lucky too, for we have seen a Swarthmore far more unusual and changing than the College of peace-time. This is our yearbook, presenting our year — however turbulent and difficult, it has been full of excitement and challenge. ijs,