University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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I- The rushees started from house to house early next morning. It rained a little that day As they left, rushees prettied up for Inside, the sorority girls tried desperately to impress the rushees; the rushees, to impress the next house, exchanged impres- the sorority girls. These are the Alpha Chi ' s sions in whispers. These are in the Kappa hall At the teas, the girls looked like this. Here the Pi Phi ' s are talking fast After the teas, in midnight bull-sessions, they looked like this. These are the A.D.Pi ' s deciding some girls future Preferential dinners brought the curtain down. Squabbles and disappointments forgotten, actives and new pledges celebrated together. Gamma Phi ' s are giving this one

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' The sorority girls arrived early and greeted each other joyfully. These are the A.O.Pi ' s They moved in with feminine confusion and shouts of Man on second! ' PREPARATIONS began early, with fines for all that were late. After bubbling greetings; the girls prepared first their houses, then themselves. Mean- while wheat-moneyed rushees jamed into Corbin, also preparing thmselves. Hectic for both sides was the first day. And then the rushees sat waiting for the sorority girls to make up their minds. The next day the sorority girls sat waiting for the rushees to make up their minds. Tears flowed freely, joy was ecstatic, hearts were broken, and fury was unleashed as emotions ran wild. The result: the best looking pledge class in years, full houses, much criticism of the quota system. When they stopped to rest, they talked of summer dates, how cute was this rushee, and how impossible that. On the Theta front porch Dusting, painting, decorating, were next in order, dressed as rushees never see them. This is the Alpha Gam sign Meanwhile, rushees were beginning to register into Corbin Hall

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THE JAYHAWKER IJ I HE number of clubs that have sprung up on the Hill just since school started have reached astonish- ing proportions. We predict that soon the subdivision will be no end confusing. First of all there are two great divisions of Hill students; namely, the organized students and the unorganized students. And then of course the organized group is sub-divided into a good many fraternities and sororities. Now it is getting so that the fraternities and sororities are being sub- divided into even smaller units. The movement started last year, we think, with the formation of the Two-Thirty Club, whose members were those who made the library steps a social center every afternoon at that time. It was formed first semester and got to be such a habit that its members actually formed their second-semester schedules with an eye to that open period at two-thirty. Main activities, besides plain talking and a skilled variety of glazed-eyed loafing, were snow-ball fights that endangered the life of the more serious library students, and mass oaths to do more studying themselves. Started last year and going strong this year is the Thank God It ' s Friday Club, meeting every Friday afternoon on the Pi Phi sun porch to celebrate with pagan en- thusiasm the coming of the week-end. Its members include, besides the Pi Phi nit-wits, a sprinkling of Phi Gams, Sig Alphs, and others. Last year the darned fools bought a flock of these little tenant- store toy instruments that you hum into and organized their own swing band. This year they are Big Appleing and riding around in an old model-A shouting to everyone looking glum, Thank God, It ' s Friday! Resurrected from the past is the old X.O.D.U. (pronounced Exodu), comprising, as the name indicates, some Chi O ' s and D.U. ' s, mostly hellers. Let your imagination run wild on this one, and you won ' t be far wrong. At their weekly meetings they feature souvenirs, pulling up at the Chi O house about ten-thirty loaded down with salt cellars, glasses, menus, and odd signs. Latest is the O.M.G.G.L.S.N.C., the last three letters standing for Sunday Night Club. It ' s composed of three boys and dates who have officers, pledges, a handshake, and a motto. Which reminds me also of another bunch of five boys that get together every Sunday night to spend a quiet evening just wishing that they could have some beer, so they could have a real, old-fashioned Dutch lunch. They call themselves the Ye Gods, Sunday Night Again! Club. It ' s all kind of silly, and could probably be analyzed by a first-rate psychiatrist, but at the rate that the things are springing up, we could make a special column of them. keaton ItJluf.. ke: It just occurred to us the other day, as we were sitting in the Sour Owl hole-in-the-wall the other day, wishing our office was down that near the fountain, the real, fundamental reason behind the peculiar level of the magazine ' s intellect. Since we were sitting on the base of our spine, our eyes lit upon the intake of the ventilating system. Then we noticed that all the doors were closed tight. Since there are no windows, it was obvious that the situation was alarming. The ventilating system was pulling air out all the time and no more was coming in. You see, the Sour Owl is really produced in a small vaccuum. Didn ' t want to be nasty, but thought we ' d just mention it. Now that it ' s here, we wonder what caused it. The Big Apple should not be such a surprise, though. The dancing has been getting more and more open and more and more individual for a year or so. Remember, in about 1932 everyone held his partner