University of Wisconsin Stevens Point - Horizon / Iris Yearbook (Stevens Point, WI)

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 Tho Frosh Mixor wa a grand success . . T HE poor freshmen! After going through enrollment Monday and Tuesday it's a wonder they can even get their shoes on for Tuesday night, when social event number one of the school year takes place. Of course, you know what it is—the freshman mixer. For the suave upper classmen the mixer is only an occasion for appraising the new bunch of Greenies . But what a different story for these most maligned of the classes. Their mixer starts, not at eight o'clock but somewhere around noon on that fateful Tuesday. For the girls especially, there are a thousand and one things to be done. Their whole wardrobe must be carefully checked and rechecked, dresses discarded, reselected, and discarded again, until they themselves cannot tell white from black. Their hair must be just so, the exterior decorating must be without fault. Do not think, however, that the boys have it all sugar and cream. Their wardrobes too are checked and the crease in each pair of pants is critically examined to be sure of its knife-like edge. Their shoes must shine in polished splendor. Each hair must be in place. Eight o'clock! The freshmen of 1940-'41 are on parade. Scared, wide-eyed, unsuitably dressed, (for this is a VERY informal dance) freshmen girls stand lined against the walls. Others more bold dance around with the sophisticated upper classmen who come to see what they can see. Yes, THIS IS THE FRESHMAN CLASS . . . — 13 — New Feature — Froah Hop — No Band, but —

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A.LL day Monday the students mix and mull indiscriminately throughout the building. Searching first for the director of their division, following each hint and rumor they hear as to his whereabouts. Usually when they get where he is. he isn't there. So they go merrily on until at last they corner him. quite by accident, in his office. Then comes the problem of filling out cards with their names and all the histories of their families for generations back. Then, too, they have the pleasant little Job of making out their programs, trying desperately not to be in B. S. 103, Eng. 109, and French 159. all at the same time. At last! Their programs are Just the way they want them. They trip merrily back to where they last saw their director, only, he isn't there. The hunt is on and at last, foot-weary and tired, they find him. Back in his office! He glances at the program. Isn't it a shame, but French 159 has been shifted and it now conflicts with Eng. 109! And so the merry-go-round continues, until at last their programs pass muster with everybody but themselves, for they end up with five eight o'clocks. Friday afternoon classes, and classes until five at least three days a week. But wait! They aren't done yet. Their programs are O. K. Every card has been signed, and now all they have to do is pay their money and they're through (they think). With renewed strength because they believe the end is in sight, they dash upstairs to pay their fees. But look, at least six hundred persons have the same idea and they are quickly told just where to find the end of the line. Now comes a period of watchful waiting. Watchful because they will sneak ahead every chance they get, and waiting because the paying process goes on at a snail's pace. But, as all things must have an end, they finally pay their $28 fee. Now they can go home. Wait a minute. Haven't they forgotten something? How about their texts? So, off they go. An hour or two afterwards (or so it seems), loaded down with books they drag themselves wearily home. — 12 —

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— eil men We come to college, having left high school as dignified seniors, full of the respect and admiration given us by the underclassmen of our prep school days. But here we must step down to the lowly ranks of freshmen again, underprivilged and inferior. It is hard for us to forget our previous superiority, but in time we adjust ourselves to being mice rather than men. But we are full of hopes and aspirations, since we know that soon we are to become the sophomores of the year 1941-42, and will have regained some of our long-lost privileges. Into the school with such an attitude came the class of '44, and, like all the previous classes, feeling a little skeptical about the whole situation; but they have banded together into a very useful and worthwhile organization, and have entered into the midst of school life to maintain a record worthy of any freshman class. This year's crop of Freshmen has brought us many illustrious and noteworthy personalities, for out of the ranks of the green have come outstanding figures in all the walks of school life... From the class of '44 we have such fine athletes as Ray Warren, Ray Terzynski, Denny Helixon, basketballers all—and of all-conference caliber too; Ted Shrake and Or land Radke, boxers; Jay Swett, Bob Schunk, and Harold Lyon, up and coming footballers... In the musical organizations we have Mike Mlissett, Merle Jenks, Ruth Lindsay. James Salay, Charles Larsen, and Harvard Erdman (the Gene Krupa and mainstay of the College Playboys' rhythm section)... In dramatics, Ray Minton, Frank Friday, Bill Fryer, Esther Moreau, and John Cowan loomed forth as possibilities for the future... Well worthy of mention are such good students as Dorothy Bever-sdorf, Jacqueline Stauber, Paul Jedamus, Jeanne Peters, Fred Wink (who. incidentally, is no slouch as an athlete, either), Kathleen Schaefer, Herman Wedderkop, and Anita Campbell... Then, too, we cannot forget those who shined their lights in the lesser fields like photographer Paul Paster-nacki, Jr., and artist Bunny Glisczinski... From the Freshman class came our three able cheer leaders, Billy Eichhom, Mike Blissett, and June Todd. Not to be overlooked are the sports enthusiasts: Jack Rasmussen, Alice Grube, and Mary GROUP 1 Row 1—L. Brock, L. Anderson, H. Burant. G. Benthe, A. Andorsen, I. Peters. M. Blissett, C. Gear. O. Livingston. Row 2—R. Brown, J. Broun, M. Adams, J. Albertie, D. Wright, D. Bolongia, E. Borgen, L. V. Barnum, A. Britten, H. Wedderkop, A. Lloyd. Row 3—D. Beversdorf, D. Bestul. E. Bosinski, E. Brylski, L. Christ, E. Artz, A. Severs, A. Campbell, D. M. Averill, M. Berger. Row 4—J. Stauber, C. Yoder, S. Schmidt, T. Parrott, B. J. Coates, H. Kaufman. V. Schotz, L. Bauemfelnd, J Bowersock Row 5—J. Swett, Krueger, B. Schunk, Borchardt, V. Cammach, D. Becker. GROUP 2 Row 1—J. Cowan. J. Edwards. R. Cooper, R. Daniels. A. Fahrnor, H. Erdman, G. Harvoy. D. Hanson. Row 2—A. Beadle. I. A. Curia. M. Francis, B. Ellman, M. E. Condon, J. Jossart, A. Grube, B. Eichorn, B. Fleischman, M. Hickey. Row 3—M. Cole, I. Dobbs, B. Cornwell, M. Krueger, L. Chylek, L. Fox. D. Drew. E. Clark, A. Prentice. Row 4—S. Fonstad. M. Crummey, V. Clark. P. Eckels, R. Chrouser, M. Collins, M. Dean, H. Firkus, E. Hales. Row S—T. Kurtzwoil, R. Craig, D. Durkee, F. Friday, B. Coates, E. Gardnor. K. Geer; or the pinballers par excellence, Jiggs Cam mack and Nip Krueger. We must not omit the downright good sports and fine friends like Kay Laumer, Gus Pentz, Dan Durkee, Eddy Lawrence, and Ruth Michelsen. Rushing season of the second semester proved that these kids were not scholastic drudges. Merle Jenks, Jerry Neuenfeldt, Orland Radke, Bob Torkelson, Norm Wanta, Frank Stec-kel, Bob Menzel, and Glenn Hebert are some of the freshman fellows who joined fraternities at — 14 —