University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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THE seemingly endless placement tests. The comfortable, Victorian dignity of Fraser blended gradually into the modern, antiseptic austerity of Summerfield. We sensed the vast stretches of knowledge that had preceded us and realized that we were now a participant in the relay of wisdom. With that nebulous purpose in view, we attempted to choose a strategic starting posi- tion, and with advice from friends and fac- ulty, we plotted our course. We inched and elbowed our way through the labyrinthal enrollment floor. It was a scavenger hunt, and we sought in the organized confusion the passages which would yield our list of requirements. When we at last received the ball, it was in the form of numerous IBM puzzles. In their strange language, they announced the line-up, fitting each of the more than 9,000 K.U. students into his indi- vidual position on the team. When the whistle sounded Monday morn- ing to start the game, we new Jayhawkers were still picking our way through the shell of orientation. Our wings still wet, our legs still weak, we trudged slowly at first up the steep hills of Mount Oread, but soon we would learn to fly. CHANCELLOR MURPHY speaks at the impressive torchlight welcoming ceremony.

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THE FRESHMAN ' S first big test of wit enrollment. Country Club Week By Susan Shotliff Our first day as a student at K.U. was a maze of impressions a kaleidoscopic jumble of faces and luggage, arranging and rearranging into constantly changing patterns. We were one of nearly 3,000 new students, and yet w r e were alone unrelated observers, milling about on the sidelines. There was but faint evidence of the Jayhawker spirit within us as we drifted down the hill from the Campanile to the Stadium for the New Student Induction Ceremony. Yet we were increasingly aware of its presence about us. We were eager to imitate and anxious to get into the game. The week that followed was crammed with innumerable tests and meetings by day, and with picnics and parties by night. It was exhaust- ing and it w r as fun. As the week progressed, strange faces grew familiar, and the traditions of the University took on meaning. In a spare moment, we explored the campus its unbeliev- able hills and beautiful fountains, its barrack- like annexes and great ivy-hugged buildings. THE K.U.-Y. ' S annual watermelon feed.

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