Wilson College - Conococheague Yearbook (Chambersburg, PA)

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MARGARET VANDERZEE BUSINESS MANAGER T4-IEXIS I 941 REGISTRAR ARTHUR J. FREY

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MARGARET CRISWELL Distant O The Class of 19111 invites us to examine in this issue of the CONOCOCHEAGUE the picture of Wilson College in the seventieth year of its history. We turn the pages and think. of beauty as we look at campus scenes, trees, stream, ivy-covered walls. We sense deep roots as we note expressions of gratitude to the founders, pride in the past, love of traditions. We smile instinctively as We happen upon pictures and phrases showing lightness of spirit, gaiety in this College that has passed the mark of three score years and ten. And then we become keenly aware that depicted here is vigor of thought, action, purpose. Thus the Class of 19111 has drawn the picture of Wilson College. It seems now that the College itself urges us to test the validity of our impressions, directs our attention to this Class of 1941, to the Freshmen, the Sophomores, the Seniors. Beyond a shadow of doubt, we see exemplihed in these classes the qualities which 19411 has painted into the picture of Wilson. U11 EAN

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P There is a tradition governing the way in which we should express our feelings toward the faculty. We should tell of their cooperation and aid, in class and out, of their kindness and consideration toward us. Nor should we forget their impressive dignity in the academic procession and their friendliness when the dignity has been laid aside. Their wisdom, under- standing, and forbearance must all be re- called in our Writing. This is tradition. We, too, think all these things but we are not going to say them now. What we want to say would be omitted in a tradi- tion-guided expression of our opinion of the faculty for we want to talk about their humanness . . . Miss Lutz, reading a AEULTY French detective story . . . Miss Whiite, entertaining at coffee in her much-prized house of wonders . . . Mr. von der Muhl, playing hockey on cold afternoons with 'Wilson girls and Shingles . . . Miss Strevig, speaking softly and smiling sweetly . . . Miss Riddle, relating stories about the college as it was before We came . . . Mr. Ebbighausen, talking nonsense as he points out the stars to shivering observers . . . Miss Sargent, serving hot chocolate flavored with cinnamon . . . Mr. Havens, telling jokes, as master-of-ceremonies . . . Miss Disert, giving us apples at the read- ing of Dickens' Christmas Carol. We see Miss Hardin, skiing down by the l llliflmihlsl loz2:x6Q! xz 5