Remember When?
Dear The Shocker:
Super. Great. I love the magazine, The Shocker, and I’d like to take this opportunity to reminisce with other Shockers who may recall the names of these professors: Kenny Friend, Emory Lindquist, Bob Kiscadan, Ross Taylor, Hugo Wall, James Sours, J.R. Berg, Henry Pronko, John Breazeale, Fran Jabara, Kenneth Razak, Walter Duerksen, and more.
Who else can reflect on cherry cokes, mustard and French fries at the Hillside Canteen, beers at the College Inn near Harrison Hospital, crowded dances at the Cotillion near the airport and driving over the many railroad tracks through the smells of the stockyard to listen to music at the Red Apple? And, of course, shopping downtown at Buck’s Department Store?
Who can recognize the days of WSU being called University of Wichita, Duerksen Fine Arts Center with tickets for 50 cents, Commons Auditorium with free productions, the Madrigal Singers led by William Bush, choir director Robert Van Nuys, the Symphony Orchestra led by James Robertson and the Women’s Association of the Wichita Dance Association and Orchesis, with choreographer, Frances R. Porter?
I can reflect on the Physical Education Department led by Gladis Taggart, who taught archery and swimming; Natasha Fife with her famous golf swing and bowling; Frances Porter on the tennis courts, in attire for field hockey and instructing the square dance class; and the choreographers for the modern dance programs, Nancy Harper, Elizabeth Sherbon and Fran Porter.
Those were the best of times and days of fun, invigorating learning plus exciting challenges. My question to you is, Who else can you recall from those days of yore?
Sincerely,
Perry Ann Porter ’65
Poulsbo, Wash.
From the Heartland
Dear Editor:
You did it! You have a real live Wheatshocker quiz winner from the Great Plains heartland. I enjoyed very much reading the prize-winning answers to the quiz, which appeared in the Spring 2000 issue of The Shocker. J. Steven Molstad ’74 had everything right, although he was a little tentative about the massive machine called the thrasher. But he is not old enough!
Sincerely yours,
H.G. Steele ’38
Chapel Hill, N.C.
