University of Mississippi - Ole Miss Yearbook (Oxford, MS)

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mum You mean THAT word is in there! But I need ir—Peyton Place, maybe? But it must be in here somewhere But why can ' t I have it? Well, can ' t you find it? Who has it? 13

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Some of us daydream while others study The Scholastic Rack Somehow, between football week-ends, rush week, parties, and the thousand and one other things that occupied our time, we were expected to attend classes with some sort of regularity. Some students realized this later than others. Some never did discover this unhappy fact, and we saw them leave as the first semester staggered to a halt. We found that college professors are prone to misinterpret neglected assignments as signs of laziness or disinterest, and that they have a dangerous tendency to grade accordingly. We became well-acquainted with the library and spent many a night within its confines, attempting to unravel the mys- teries of Integral Calculus or trying to find some message in the poems of T. S. Elliot. When the mid-semester grades were released a notable flurry of studying occurred, a state of affairs which lasted until a week before the State game. After the State en- counter vie had Christmas to look forward to, an d final exams seemed a long way off indeed. We returned to the campus after two glorious weeks of Christmas holidays to find that final exams were staring down our collective throats, a meager two weeks away. Students reacted to this shock in different ways. Some went to every movie they could find; some played cards; some slept; and some studied. Grades were released, a few students were released, and new oaths were sworn to the gods of study. We had made it through the first semester and vowed to do better the second. A lot of people study in the library, and then-a lot don ' t Two heads are better than one No, girls, that book doesn ' t circulate — ••■••,„

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No, George, a red trey won ' t go on a red four ian Paradise Although dark and overcrowded, with a peculiarly putrid institutional white on the walls, the grill was the focal point of campus life. Located in the middle of the campus, all activity revolved around it. Meet me at the grill, was a much heard cry, and we met there before classes, after classes, and between classes. We consumed gallons of coffee and tons of grilled cheese sandwiches, kept the juke-box going full blast, shouted to make ourselves heard, played cards and danced in the back room. Each of us had a favorite sandwich or dish, and all of us were pleased with the variety available. Such was the im- portance of the grill that the addition of pizza to the menu was a major campus event. We became expert at shouldering our way to the counter and shouting our orders. Though we complained about the grill as about everything else, we kept coming back. Brazi D ' on ' t worry, Sweetie, you ' ll make the picture