University of Toledo - Blockhouse Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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HEADLINE HIGHLIGHTS OF 1943-1944 September, 1943 With September came preliminary regis tra- tion. and aspirin sales zoomed. For once the prospective student had maneuvered the cours- es he would like to take into a workable sched- ule, hut too often he heard a registrars assistant cooing Sorry, we ' re droppin ' that course this semester. Submissively he shuffled out of the office to begin anew the Struggle With The Schedule. Registration consisted of plodding from one room to another in hopes of finally retiring with a coke to some cozy corner of a drugstore. The process begins with filing of application ( and fingernails in the wait ) . Those not so unfor- tunate as to be new students need only then camp in room .330 long enough to polish off some short novel like Gone W ith the W ind. Having lured ( or bribed ) some dozing class- counter into action, the registrant eagerly skip- ped into the theatre, expecting some choice en- tertainment instead of a tableful of damsels barking What ' er. that again? Spell it. Broth- The Finance Office Line was never without its interesting aspects. Every so often someone in line would have a birthday or step out for lunch, a short coke, or a shave. Following the placement of book orders, there was a day or two set aside for recupera- tion, leaving the student wondering whether it was worth the pursuit of higher education. October, 1943 October saw the blossoming of asters, acorns, and election posters on Wolves ' Hill. Again the warning came out to Keep the elections clean. This didn ' t stop the fraternities. howe er. who insisted that the position of men ' s representative be filled by a male in every instance, clearly a case of crooked politics. In order to conserve paper, three student council members kept count on their fingers and toes. The voter just pulled a toe for his favorite candidate. Owen Baroner. footsore but happy, declared that 56 votes had been cast in tlie primary without benefit of paper. A popular publicity measure, lettering old shirts with candidates ' names, was mistaken as a new fad by one dizzy coed who for four days wore a shirt with Pepsi-Cola on it. It wasn ' t so funny, however, when Pepsi Cola was elected. Posters were even made on paper sacks this year. One wag. noting the sex of the voters, re- marked that elections were determined largely by the bags this semester. Other highlights were Jeanne Shirk ' s parade of posters (she was sued by Burma-Shave for infringement of rights ) and Helen Let s-Give-a- Dance Poindexter ' s theme song Ball or Noth- ing at All. 20

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Upper e Bren.on W . Stevenson. A,.oiiale Professor of F.ngli li. mo.leU (lie «ell.,lres e l .ili .ri.V g;.rb. I pper right Open houses and dan.es with men in uniform typify present-day so.ial affairs. Center rig . Influeneed by Dean Easley ' s rerruiling, two students look over posters of the various services. Lower left The inevitable war-lime stag line. Lower right Jerry Kunmel- man, Premed student, helps in the blood-typing program by analyzing and classifying a University student ' s bloo.l. blood donations, typed student blood in the medical laboratory. Unique and successful, the Red Cross drive this year was a two-day auction in the theatre. Like a bull seeing red, that ' s how girls at the University reacte«l to men this year. We ' ve had lots of fun — by creating our own fun — and we ' ve been serious too. We ' ve proved liiat a college in wartime, no matter how physically limited, can still be active.

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HEADLINE HIGHLIGHTS OF 1943-1944 November, 1943 Now for Novemher sighed the typical stu- dent. Nothing to worry ahout hut eight o loek classes. Sadie Hawkins Day, a War Chest drive, and Hello Week. Black Monday rolls around and promptly at quarter of eight the alarm tolls happily as usual. Fll have to hurry to make my class hy 8:.3() . . . uh . . . by . . . uh, says the student. remend)er- ing. As the light breaks through the darkened sky and the tower clock reads eight, there he is. right on time. What if I did forget my pants f he observes. This month members of the D. A. were wait- ing with blackjacks in one hand and tickets in the other. Yielding to the siditle persuasion, one could stroll into the performance and hear June (Eileen) Zent complain But we have ab- solutely no privacy down here, Mr. Apopolous, as the University ' s favorite chow Ming strolled casually across the stage. And just to round out the month, there was Hello Week. which was run into the ground in the opinion of one of the men. Hello, he responded, for the fortieth time, only this time he reversed the syllables. December, 1943 I ' M be home for Christmas. sang students wistfullv. dreaming of their friends who would- n ' t be with them this December. There was lots to do to keep from being lonely, though, and as usual students carried on. There was a clothing «lrive, with an appeal to clothe the poor bare manikins that stood boldly in the hall outside the cafeteria. The wags named them Cypsy Rose. Teddy Bare, and Eleanor, and the clothing kept rolling in. One could always go to basketl)all games of an evening. The team had difficulty this year, however, with players frequently leaving for the armed forces. The Christmas formal in the Women ' s Build- ing, with one oddly familiar-looking Santa Claus handing out programs, culminated the month ' s activities. Coeds arrived loaded down with cos- tume jewelry, and you should have heard the iieiles jingle. On the four-hundred level, a blue-bulbed Christmas tree bade everyone reason ' s greet- ings and a Happy New Year tool 21