Wheaton College - Tower Yearbook (Wheaton, IL)

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Plenty of warm and pleasant reasons for avoiding the library. The beginning was the same. ‘‘The following classes are now closed. ’ A doughnut, a handful of class cards, and a big bill. Explain to a dis- gruntled grad assistant why you want to substi- tute a two-hour course for the less-interesting but required three-hour course. Sign up for a Tower picture and registration is over. Not until the second week do assignments begin to go unread and meal tickets get punched only for lunch and dinner. The first event to brand the year and make it this year was the Asian flu epidemic. Chapel met out-

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Linen day the Record the game on Friday a pair of Broadcasters — these are the marks that measure out the line we call a week. In multiples of six, interrupted infrequently by va- cations, the year hurries from hot, hectic registra- tion day to hot, hectic graduation day without a pause for one deep breath. Somewhere between the two, campus fills up with colored leaves and alumni, then snow, and just when winter seems eternal, spring comes with sun and new leaves and frustrations. Who can write a term paper in May? And comps—four years of absorbing terminology and concepts doesn't make their approach any less dreaded. A year at Wheaton College. Not in miniature, or magnified, or re-proportioned to create a more pleasant memory. Just a gathering of the many angles that form the polygon of our year. Just a year brought into focus. Even for seniors—hot, hectic registration lines. The old Infirmary battled its last with the flu epidemic; then, the new reign of the Student Health Center.

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side, standing, and a new Prexyism was born: “The Health Center has just informed us... .” Both places for social gatherings, the library and the Stupe, were closed. Sleep was the sole extra- curricular activity and one phrase became a pass- word: ‘‘No, | think it’s just a cold.’’ The old In- firmary refused to fade away without one last bid for glory. Evading any clear-cut time confine- ments, the big ‘‘A’’ lagged into October, the object of a thousand jokes and the anticipated panic of Homecoming weekend. McCully field celebrated its first birthday with a torch-light ceremony and a pep rally, and hoagies made an attempt to replace the traditional pizza. The next day more alumni arrived, smiling hellos and buying mums and programs. The ‘‘Spirit Aflame”’ theme dominated dorm and class decora- tions. The juniors were proud of their effectively simple display and continued their winning habits by forging into first place. Who ever heard of a Homecoming without a foot- ball game? Not even Wheaton, although Illinois Wesleyan’s team succumbed to the grinning Chi- nese bug. Kentucky State obliged the fans with an enthusiastic, if not rugged, battle. Between cokes, a study break. Freshmen thought initiation was infantile.