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...with 1,232 games to be distributed over the 167-day season, with 16 clubs scrapping for the money-making Saturday, Sunday and holiday home games, unassuming Mr. Schwener's hobby took on the proportions of a full-time job. Undaunted, he dived once more into the maze of figures and variations, again came up with the answer...
...ballot that confronted Wisconsin voters was a complex maze. For Roosevelt there were two slates: one an anti-Hoover-Democrat group headed by Gustave Keller, Appleton lawyer, chummy with La Folletteers; one a "Roosevelt-Farley" ticket, headed by Charles E. Broughton, Sheboygan politician, made up of machine Democrats. For John Nance Garner was a slate bossed by John J. Slocum, Assembly clerk, expected to attract many an anti-Term III voter who would rather protest a Roosevelt re-election than choose between Messrs. Dewey and Vandenberg...
Juniors and Seniors, proctors outside the Yard: and student organizations come under the jurisdiction of Stephen H. Stackpole '33, whose main job is to guide bewildered upperclassmen through the maze of University red tape. A former teacher at Governor Dunmer Academy. Dean Stackpole served for several years as President Conant's secretary, a post for which he was trained as editor of the Lampoon. Seeing more than 600 students a year, he does everything from receiving petitions for loans to trying to persuade City Councilor Mike Sullivan not to break up College productions...
...Aydelotte had many homely achievements to report. He had rebuilt the bathrooms in old Wharton Hall, mapped the maze of pipes, wires, sewer mains, heating conduits under the campus. He had closed the college laundry and farm, saved money by buying eggs and sending the laundry out. He could truly boast that he had a good-looking campus, one of the most beautiful in the U. S. In a few weeks its apple and cherry trees and its 150,000 daffodil bulbs will begin to blossom. But his principal achievement was what he had done to Swarthmore...
...encased in a small, closet-like cubicle. A maze of dangerous looking wires surrounded him on all sides. Bright lights shone in his eyes until everything had assumed an unpleasant roseate hue. Summoning all his bewildered faculties, he made a gallant effort to concentrate on the mirror in front of him which, under the glare of the strong lights, looked like a blazing inferno. Now Vag knew what it meant to be given the third degree...