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So it was with our various and varied activities. We did well that year and
were justly acclaimed. Intermingled with our daily program were several lectures
and entertainers. The old "Juba” boys were the first of a long list. Mike Dorizas
spoke on Germany, and Gaylord Douglas peddled his peace papers again. A new
group, however, caught our eye. The Caney Creek Crusaders were received hilari­
ously at first, but after their livelihood had been explained, the school gave due
notice, "Ah’d lak to visit Kaintuckeh.”
When we returned from our Christmas holidays, we were surrounded by threats
of "mid-years.” We had, to be sure, heard of these fantastic whatchumakalets, but
now we were going to get ’em. And we did. Need more be said?
The laziest and haziest spring of our entire career now settled down on us, and
we simply dragged ourselves around school with dizzy smiles on our faces, and
knew nothing. We did open our eyes that Father’s Day, though. But how can any­
one remember anything specific in those days? Nothing ever happened except
warmth, sunshine and wondrous absent-mindedness. We sat, cheered at an occa­
sional home-run, at the ball games, and went back to Joe’s wagon for another orange
sherbet. The Brown Interscholastics, cramming, half-shut eyes, singing practice for
Commencement, all were part of our semi-existence. Finally the day came; we
cheered for the prize winners and listened patiently to the President of Wheaton
College. As we munched on our chicken salad sandwiches that afternoon in the
grove, we put forth an occasional, longing look to a Senior with that much-to-be-
desired scroll in his hand, waving it triumphantly in the air. Having said our fond
farewells, we left for our summer ecstasies. We left, knowing that in near future
days we would return. Return to the joys and hardships that the Class of 1934
was leaving. Joys and hardships that the Class of 1934 would miss. We were glad.

IV.
After a glorious summer spent in doing absolutely nothing, most of us returned
all browned up and fit to tackle anything that our teachers might send our way. The
first day, as usual, was spent in renewing old acquaintances, and in staring haughtily
at the new boys. We eyed the puffed-up Seniors with some envy, for we were
thinking, a little bit impatiently perhaps, of the time when we would in our turn
become "the lords of creation.” These poor creatures hardly seemed to fill the bill
in comparison to the wonderful showing that we were going to make. But we
gave these matters slight thought, for we were facing the immediate future and
found it absorbing enough to hold our whole attention.
Almost the first thought in everybody’s mind after we had become somewhat
settled was football. What kind of team would we have? Who was going out for
it? Were there many veterans? All of these questions as well as many others were
answered by the end of the first week, in which time Coach Joe Freeman had
whipped his squad into shape. All but two of the positions in the line were filled by
Juniors, while Sanderson nobly upheld the honor of the class in the backfield.
Although the season was not perfect, it was very satisfactory, the team winning four
games and losing two. What is more important than mere figures, though, was the

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