University of Arkansas Fayetteville - Razorback Yearbook (Fayetteville, AR)

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Ha zoiIBack T- I HIS is a Southwest Conference story—not to he repeated. 1938-39 couldn ' t be repeated. Like a hand of bridge, we ' ll never have another one just like it. Old Arkansas has seen a lot of prog- J ss, but never quite so much in so short a time, ew buildings were completed and occupied, more were started. The enrollment took a de- j uip over the preceeding year for an all- une high, and the faculty was increased We saw ti liberal faculty senate convene, extend the me between classes, and modify the oft-rapped stick rule. to first time we saw the Razorbacks take al h 1 beautiful new stadium in a natur- second game one Harry Hopkins, “th Administrator, told the crowd that stadium was not builded by men lean- fro shovels. 400 WPA works, who got in cheered enthusiastically. sniiQ highly touted Razorback u u and University band go off to California to tackle Santa Clara. Yes, and a couple of riots, too. We saw a squad of Sophomores, sparked by Cap¬ tain Neil Martin, the only experienced man, almost take another conference title in basketball. Dean Reid came through with her consent to more costume dances than we ' d ever seen before. Teas and dances cluttered the week-ends. The social whirl made coeds dizzy. The editor and business manager of the student directory were made elective offices, and campus polit ' cs were hotter ' n ever. Deacon” Darnell, the little emancipator, came back to fYe the Inde¬ pendents ; while Ernie Wright harranged the agris and Sigma Chis for the New Deal. The Traveler turned the heat on and the unaffiliated students swamped the campus offices. Yes, it ' s been a great year. All-in-all we believe a most successful one. The old grads may come back and say things aren ' t like they were in the good old days, but these are the good old days that WE will talk of in the years to come.

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Behind the ceneS In the basement of ' ‘Old Main’ ' a rowdy group holds sway. The ancient foundations of the old building are rocked no end when the journalism department runs Rotund, Smirking amuck. Traveler staffers burst forth with frequent choral en¬ deavors which make even the buzz saws of the physics depart¬ ment become silent with awe. Outside the book store on Char¬ lie Stone’s coke bench lawyers, engineers, Chios, Pi Phis, and what have you wrangle loud and long. The point of each argu¬ ment is accented by the crash of coke bottles kicked about the concrete floor. Jeff dashes from the book store to save the few re¬ maining wholes. Between the Traveler office and the coke bench lies another bedlam. A little Madhouse in its own right. Two hundred-fifty square feet of Razorback office where all the madcap schemes of this publication are conceived and rejected. Here the editor and business manager exercise their prerogatives, such as they are, for what they consider the best interests of the book. They have one main objective: PUBLISH A RAZORBACK THE STU¬ DENTS WILL LIKE, at the same time keep it within the lim¬ its of decency and the best inter¬ ests of the University of Arkan¬ sas. And there’s a selfish slant to that. They don’t want a good book just for the sake of the book itself; they want a good one for the sake of the feather it will put in their own caps. Now, how to please the stu¬ dents is, if you will pardon me, one Hell of a problem. Ye Ed. is reminded of the classic story of the Chinese artist who was wor¬ ried about how to please the pub¬ lic. This particular Chink took one of the landscapes he had painted and placed it in the town square, leaving with it a piece of chalk and a sign instructing pas- sersby to mark off any part of the picture which they did not like. When he returned in the Good Ole Girl evening to his chagrin, the can¬ vas was a solid mass of white chalk. Still wondering, however, the artist wiped off the painting and the next day put it back with a sign instructing its view¬ ers to cross off the part which they did like. When he returned in the evening the painting again was a solid mass of white. So it is with the Razorbackers, not a problem of picking out what ALL the students will like, for no such atrocity exists, but a matter of selecting what, in their opinion, will be liked by the greater majority of studes and possibly their aunt in Seattle. They know full well that when the Razorback reaches your hands, that a majority will read and go calmly on its way while the soreheads and the gripers will beat a path to our door. We won’t need a better mouse trap for them, a misspelled name will suffice. But who are the responsible ones? Ye. Ed., beheckled man of many headaches—one Fayette Locke, rotund and smirking (this partly because he only smiles with one-half his mouth and partly because he took cer¬ tain pictures on the football spe¬ cials which he retains for his private collection.) The Business Manager— a good ole girl” name uh Bess Bohlinger, the Dardanelle flash. Holds fond memories of the expense-paid trip she made to Little Rock to sell advertising only to find that a Chamber of Commerce agree¬ ment prevented her from doing so at the time. Then the work horse, the Associate Editor: a congenial, perpetually - smiling, efficient little lass from Carnall hall-Wilda Whitescarver. She’s the tabulator and the lister of the crew. Handles the rough stuff. Often wonders what its all about, bijt gets it done just the same. Every Razorback needs some¬ thing to prod it along, a shot in the arm, so to speak. Journalism Prof. J. A. Thalheimer fills this bill. He’s the one who kept re¬ minding the staff they had dead¬ lines to meet, but was a far greater help than he’ll ever sus- Conge7iial, Efficient pect in the sane advice he gave the editor. The folks around the journalism department call him Smokey Joe, but don’t let him hear you doing it.

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yfl RKANSAS has earned a deserved reputation for the beauty of its campus. Stately and beau¬ tiful buildings stand among ancient oaks and sturdy evergreens. Winding walks, dappled with shade, snake across a green carpet. Stone walls, lush terraces, concealing shrubbery; all make this one of the beauty spots of the country. Strangers are awed with the naturalness of it. They may sit beneath the shady trees and gaze about the surrounding country. In each di¬ rection lies rolling hills and thick woodland. To the east one sees the bold sides of Sequoyah, topped by a huge white cross. To the south are hills and rich fields, Greenland in the distance. Westward the gaze goes out over the stadium to more hills dotted by professors’ homes. And to the north rolling land laid out in patches of corn and abundant orchards. Indeed, The Hill, rich in beauty itself, is the observation point for a land of beauty. What student has not marvelled at the colors that blotch The Hill in autumn? Maples, scar¬ let at the top and blending down to bright yel¬ low, too, and the oaks light brown and orange. Then Jack Frost lays aside his multi-colored pal- lette and covers all with one shade of brown. The winds take up the task of changing seasons and soon the ground is carpeted with a thick, rustling mat. Then with frosty breath Winter comes to The Hill, and leafless bushes scratch against the windows of Old Main. Only the evergreens hold their color as they sway to-and-fro. All the rest is gray, but the white majesty of the buildings standing out upon the heights. But soon the buds are playing hide and seek with the last stray frosty snaps, the sun comes out in earnest, and spring comes again to the Arkansas campus. Then the tiny flowers burst through the grass, the trees turn green, and co¬ eds issue forth in all the colors of the rainbow. Those are the seasons at Arkansas. Seasons crowned in each case by the beauty of our cam¬ pus. Those three seasons are the ones we bring you in this book. As you turn the pages, see the events portrayed as we saw them—just as they happened in the Fall, Winter, and Spring. We offer you The Seasons at Arkansas. Donor Hopkins scowls across the football stadii i makes the dedicatory address .... Punkins Paik imemactrass, learns the Arkansas way of calling th . . . . The pre-medics seek the cause and cure.