Ursinus College - Ruby Yearbook (Collegeville, PA)

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RSINUS has been our home tor lour years. To some it has meant nothing but study, to others nothing but fun; to most of us it has meant a little ot both. For all, however, our brief stay has been a profound experience. We have grown wiser, more tolerant, and more mature. We have adopted new ideals, and acquired a stronger faith in the old. And more important, we have prepared ourselves to defend and promote these ideals. Not only in battle are we ready to offer our lives, but we are also prepared to devote our lives to the eternal struggle against our real enemies death, tyranny, injustice, want, and ignorance. Yet tor all this, Ursinus means something more. It means friendship and pleasant memories. Books and build' ings alone can not form a college: people professors and students are needed too. Few ot us will remember the dates of the Thirty Years War. or whether Pavlov was a Polish novelist or a Russian psychologist, but we will remember the friends we have met here, and the happy years we have lived together. THF 1943 RUBY has been published by us for the perpetuation of these memories. We do not dedicate it to the memory of one man: instead, we gratefully and humbly dedicate our Ruby to the whole of Ursinus College, which has indeed been our ALMA MATER.

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Four Sh ort Years Ft 1 K years is a very short time when you sj end them at I’rsinus. Remember how green we were when we arrived on campus a week in advance ol the other students? We thought by the end of the first week that we were going to hr right at home, hut when the up| erclassnien arrived we were lost all over again. We did have spunk though liecanse we began to consider ourselves as a part of the school, but before we had a chance to organize the class, the sophomores put us through our paces, not the least of which was the pajama parade. Much later, it seemed, we elected Mill McAllister president of the class, and with the help of the Juniors managed to keep him out of the grasp of the Sophomores until our lirst official class banquet at the Spring Mountain Mouse. The class of '43 had begun to take root. in the year PMO we came back with paddles and inflated egos. We were the almighty Sophs, and with Danny Met jo wen as our prexie. it was our turn to call the tricks. For the first time in many years, the Soph mores, our class, kidnapped the Freshman president and escorted him to the Freshman banquet in a potato sack. ( ur chests swelled with pride when we held our initial dance. Jim Richards did a good job on the Saint Patrick's Day theme, and our treasury got its first big boost. ( ur members by this time won places in school sports and government, and we felt we really l elonged. In 1941. the Class of M3 returned to I’rsinus with threats of war ringing in our ears. Fvan Morrow was elected president and we prepared to carry on as Juniors should. Then came Pearl Harbor and the war struck home with a vengeance. For a while it was the only topic of campus chit-chat, but we settled down when we were told to do Monday's work on Monday and Tuesday's work on Tuesday. This year we had a whole weekend to call our own. I ud Hay tic headed the committee for the Junior Prom, and the lx autifully simple decorations plus music by the W est Chester Criterions made it one of the best dances in quite a few years. An informal dance on Saturday evening under the direction of Walt Vernon rounded out a swell Junior Week-end. Prior to June 1942. the class had shrunk considerably, but many of the campus leaders proudly called themselves Juniors. Many of the men left I’rsinus that summer knowing they might trade their pencils for a rifle, and might never be able to finish their final year. The summer took its exacted toll of our men. and the next year was to take more, but we returned to school for as much of our Senior year as possible. Once more Moose” Morrow stepped into place as president of the class. We were hack in the groove and it felt good to be a Senior, l imes had changed though, and the gravity of the times and the curfew at John’s sol ered us. The war took increasingly more men all the time, and those few men who stayed were busy filling out army. navy, marine, and income tax forms. These were troubles never before faced by our generation of college students. Six