Ottawa University - Ottawan Yearbook (Ottawa, KS)

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..v f A f Our memory is oT a sea oT Taces. Rippling wiTh laughTer, heaving wiTh sighs, Flowing in Trom porTs all over The world: AusTralia, China, Germany, ATrica And our own America. Then leaving on The Tide oT graduaTion. Faces: Taces oT aThleTes, sToic, immobile, And noT prone To smile excepT aT oTher Taces, SToic, immobile. Faces oT women: Blank, expressionless Taces: lnTeresTing, sToried Taces. EducaTed Taces. Faces oT hungry women. Passive expressions. FrusTraTed expressions. Religious Taces And Taces beauTiTul, radianT, expressive- Like TirsT Tlowers in spring. We are people, and all These Things we remember. There are oTher Things, absTracT, Thar we remember. Feelings, aTTiTudes, aTmosphere. The sighTs, sounds and smells aT TooTball Time. Yellow and brown leaves, nervous crowds ThaT iosTle old women. Popcorn, cokes, candy bars And, when The lighTs are ouT, CigareTTes, doTTing The crowd like TireTlies. Who can TorgeT his own sporT, Track, baskeTball, Tennis, golT, and The oThers, Or The Thrill oT beaTing Baker. Our life aT OTTawa- One oT ink and Typing paper. Homework and heavy eyelids. Bells, reaching ouT And making us kill cokes and grape soda. ConversaTion, and raised voices ThaT make up Tor Lack oT inTormaTion. l.eTTers Trom home ThaT ask How we are and hope ThaT all is well. SHELDON HALL. The rooms of This preTenTious old home are now occupied by assorTed aThleTes, English maiors, and minisTerials. WARD MANOR. A gifT To The universify by Dr. M. L. Ward, one of The early professors, is This dormiTory for men. Handel's greaT oraTorio THE MESSIAH, was pre- senTed by The O. U. choir December ll aT The FirsT BapTisT Church. A large crowd, including many guesTs from oTher ciTies, Thrilled To The music oT l40 voices, under The direcTion oT Edgar D. Kerr.

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Who sows This barren earTh? Who reaps iTs golden crop? A hundred voices welled up Trom here: Called Tor wisdom, knowledge- And an easy way ouT of life. An escape Trom all ThaT is realiTy. As a means To losing ourselves we ThoughT OT Riches, passion, Tame, glory, marTyrdom, seclusion, And all The hundred-and-one TaceTs oT egoism. Escape Trom The inescapable. Where do you go O leaT? From where do you come O wind? A young man swells wiTh pride as he SwiTTly crosses The goal To score. He is Caesar, Alexander, Eisenhower- And Tar away, on a lonely shore A seaman is aTTaclced by a razor-mouThed barracuda And he sTands in The waTer Looking dumbly aT his enTrails, TloaTing before him. We bring wiTh us our homes, Encased in our personaliTies, painTed brighTly ln our Taces and our sTep. Here The dull and lusTreless eyes oT men and women Find a sparkle-begin To burn wiTh ioy and inTeresT. We mock and ieer our Tellow- And in The guieT nighT our own image comes beTore us And we are TrighTened. CEDARCREST. Girls like Kay's brownies and Kay's boys. F. H. A. Housing UniTs. Known as Splin+erviIle To some, The barracks To oThers, and home To TwenTy-Tive mar ried couples and TorTy men sTudenTs. HOUSEMOTHERS. Mrs. J. W. Schlaegel, CharlTon CoT- Tageg Mrs. E. H. Kinney, Women's Residence Hall: Kay Kimball, Cedarcresh Efhel Smarf, Ward Manor and Splin- Terville g Mrs. Fern Finch, Sheldon Hall. Science Hall: The searing smell oT acid. The dead smell oT Tormaldehyde and Trogs in boTTles. ExperimenTs and unlcnown quanTiTies To be explained. Problems ThaT Talce hours To solve And malce us use our minds. The pure science ThaT we are aTraid oT because we do noT undersTand. And because we are afraid They do noT undersTand. Problems, We learned To solve and wondered why. Eaces. Everywhere Taces. Some we lilce, and oThers we dislilce. And when we are honesT we see our own... Even Though whaT we see is noT pleasanT.

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THE CAMPUS STORE iusf before The Ten o'clock rush. The pride oT parenTs when oTTspring Do well in aThleTics- Like a Tall boy's moTher who wepT When his Team losT aT Emporia And laughed when he was raTed high in an All-conference selecTion. Women's aThleTics: yellow bloomers wiTh shorT skirTsg Hockey sTicks, curved and hard on The shin bone: LeaTher covered ball, screaming and Tlying hair. BaskeTball, and a Tew oT The girls were as good As some oT The men. Volleyball, screaming and long serves. Square dancing, wiTh The men's classes. The gossip in The dressing room: a chaTTer oT SOTT and loud sounds, mingling inTo a noisy whole, SweeT and Triendly. This we remember. The Boiler Room: and smoky air. A row of chairs and a wash Tub Tull oT sand For cigareTTe sTubs. MaTches, cokes, milk, And all kinds oT conversaTion: Talk abouT cars, Teachers, classes, women, PoliTics, cigareTTes, books, religion, Children, aThleTics, shoes, radio And a hundred diTTerenT suloiecTs. Made inTeresTing by The Thousand and one AdiecTives oT lusTy, liTe-loving men- READING ROOM in The main library. You'll probably 'Find Those people who aren'T here in The picTure To The leTT. And Treshmen boys whose moThers did noT know They were ouT. We shared our common griefs ln many diTTerenT places. Places where we TelT welcome. Like The Boiler Room and The Campus STore, Where Jim Pearce smiled and acTed impaTienT. We cried abouT deTeaT and TrusTraTion: The Things ThaT we evenTually laughed aT. Fog crepT inTo our souls and curled around our Smiles-buT Triendships warmTh chased The Tog away Friendship: The indeTinable realiTy oT our happiness. We never called iT love, The word was Too weak Tor our sTrengTh: BuT iT was love, and we were Too weak To see iT. DeaTh and parTing opened our eyes. Friends: The diTTerence beTween loneliness And belonging. A coeTTicienT oT liTe's X. Our gregarious naTure lmpels us To love one anoTher And we sTruggle againsT iT. There were no Tads in our Time. Like megaphones, Freud and raccoon coaTs. BuT our New Look was more pracTical Than The holoble skirT. X