Emporia State University - Sunflower Yearbook (Emporia, KS)

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I f 4 f , sxxsfylf if Ni X, ff 1 5 1 x we S , 1, 1, 4 'aa iffy F xi ze! if, X x p ' 1 ,mt J . L ll ' M orse Hall nM I ,I - pa y dear, the view. Each day waking girls look out over the lake in their front yard. To Morse Hall girls, Wooster lake, and the lawns sloping to its edge, the white steps, are as much a part of their home as the large reception room, the game room or even the mail boxes in the office. Ruling the northeast corner of the campus, Abigail Morse Hall is the home of both independent and sorority girls. Behind the massive walls, bull sessions, parties, studying, piano playing, and aggressive house meetings help build and establish independence and cooperative habits of living in each of the eighty-five girls. Four floors of attractively painted rooms house the many girls who run in and out, attending classes, meeting dates-living a college life. Sitting rooms off the reception room, comfortably furnished with divans, a grand piano, and a combination radio and record player, belonging to the girls themselves, provide a home-like atmosphere for entertaining guests. Strains of Chopin or the sharp notes of popular boogie', often drift up from the game room below. There, ping pong, shuffle board, and colces are the enticement for those before and after-dinner moments of relaxation before studying and quiet hours begin. Homesickness can not find even a lcnothole of space in this hall, large as it is. Friendly upperclass women, an ever-willing housemother and the friendly atmosphere Combine to give each lonely freshman a welcome to college life. U31

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A . Q HE white crest of the Administration Building rises high above the trees and buildings of Tmporia seeming to beckon the students to walk betvs een the huge pilla s and through the wide doorways to the class rooms beyond beckons them to become a part of tht steady hum of activity within. The hum? These are the sounds of learning. The continual chatter of the typewriters as stenographers try for their five perfect lines . . . the rising and falling of music and weird sound effects as the radio classroom goes on the air . . . the loud cries of a news hawk in a Gilson Play, the rumble of rubber tires of the push cart carrying mail and tests. Noises of learning, too, are the hesitant voices of freshmen giving a speech on Why I Came to College , the loud whine of the Seashore test in the psychology laboratory, the monotonous call of six heads . . . four tails . . . as the mathematics students study the laws of probability and the strains of Spanish songs floating from second floor. The loud buzzing and whine of saws in the basement, hushed voices from the dark room, and the long loping steps of a reporter as he anticipates the irritated demands of a harried editor-these, all these are the noises of students learning so that tomorrow they can help make and direct the noises for others to learn. There is your college, a taxi driver may have pointed out, and all we could see was a white crest poised above a quiet peaceful campus. But if he should say it again and again point to the white half moon above the trees, we would see that crest as the top of a tall stately building behind whose doors men and women are digging an education from mountains of facts and figures imprisoned in the walls of their texts. And above the noises of the street, we would hear the still louder noises that rush through the open doors and windows, the noises of learning. Administration Building E201