University of Washington - Tyee Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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▲ MOTT RtEKE of Theta Chi stops for a chat on the library steps. This is collitch love, people, at least Freddie Wyatt thinks so. Tekia Aagaard doesn ' t look so comfortable, and not at all thrilled. Mailing homecoming editions of the Alumnus, mailbags and mail- bags full of invitations to Wash- ington ' s thousands of grads, kept the alumnae busy in November. The homecoming rally, showing Ray Eckmann caught with his mouth open, and Hec Edmundson in the background. A JIMMY LARPENTEUR, perma- nent president of the class of 1933, and the smoothest man in the Chi Psi house, if not on the campus; yet Mr. Larpenteur has a terrific Failing for Coffee, such that he can ' t sleep nights for worrying about the gal ' s picture. Part of the crew in action — showing some very different oar technique, to soy the least. Miss Aagaard, Town Girls ' president last year, smiles for the birdie. And she may talk baby-talk, but she got her degree and was graduated about six months before the rest of the class of ' 33. A WHAT HAVE WE HERE? None other than sotto voce Bob Brattaln, campus leader, so he says. Mr. Brattaln claims to know all kinds of politics both backward and for- ward, but he is not at all backward in telling you about It. This Is the way they came bock to the 1933 Homecoming, on trains, airplanes, steamers, bicycles, and hand -cars — and It looks like Lud Horsfall and Ray Eckmann at the controls. This Is the mon they called Boss Peters for a while, until he sudden- ly dropped personal politics and became manager of the winning Achenbach ' s campaign. This pic- ture was token early In the fall when Mr. Chet Peters spent his time writing names and more names In his notebook. ASIMPLY BORED of education. Miss Marion Harper, Town Girls ' president for next year, pauses for a moment on a sorority davenport. The Columns ' lunch club, exclusive organization of chiselers, which discussed weighty journalistic problems over the 12 o ' clock re- past and is a miniature political ring. Reading from left to right: Bob Trumbull (B ' way Baby), Jim Long, Jack (Winchell) Jar vis, Dick (Stag hound Bill) Stephens, and Ernie Cohen. Another informal picture of Modelon Firnstohl. one of the beoutlf ul-eyes gals. And now, after all this publicity, Mode- lon, would you like to run for A. S. U. W. president?

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Wf w I -.I ' innrf; ' A THIS WAS THE FIRST and just about the last snow the campus saw this year, although we did have some on the first of April. And even if we didn ' t have snow, the ground and student noses and feet were frozen for weeks at a time. The library — the bouncer — the half-owake rush to get a re- serve book back before 8:10 a.m. — the tiny oronge glow of cigar- ettes smoked In the dark of the pillars and steps — those heavy, heavy doors — and the library will not soon be forgotten. Law peeks in at the left, and Physics at the right. ▲ DENNY STEPS are hollowed out by generation after generation of sun-bathing. 10 o ' clock Meany his- tory students. Millicent Doncaster pauses on a step in the right-hand corner. How do you like our new low building. Economy, my deah, and simplicity itself. Slim Lynch of the P. -I. gets his camera ' s eye busy looking for pretty coeds. Slim and Smitty , of The Times, are almost Washington traditions now. A DID YOU SAY just a bunch of Rot Corps men. Ah, such a sad mistake. Perhaps you didn ' t know that high and mighty Daily Editor Harold Mansfield was, two years ago, a bugler in the R. O. T. C, but there he is, at the extreme left in the front row. Not only does Mr. Mansfield play the bugle, but also the saxophone, and several times during his administration as editor he considered taking lessons on the harp. But this drum and bugle corps is even more famous, for on the extreme left, front row, is Gene Nicolai, and somewhere in the melee is Art Owley. A DENNY STEPS AGAIN, but a different group of collegians. Chimes tower peers over the trees at the Greek district. This year George Bailey had some new fa- vorites, but The Bells of Saint Mary ' s and Maytlme are still far in the lead. I Wake Up Smil- ing is one of his best, for he can hit every note, and this year he startled some of us with The Old Man of the Mountain. A LOU MORRIS, A. D. Pi ' s grand old lady of the campus. But where has Lou been this year? Betty Hartnett and Flo Davis, Daily women who are good society writ- ers, sun themselves In the back- ground. Looking up Memorial Way in the snow, toward Memorial Gateway and the Fiji and S. A. E. houses. Tiny astronomy stands on the right, the baby of the campus in size, but next to the oldest In years. In the spring, campus moon gazers stop in on Thursday eves to view the canyons of the moon through the telescope, and then go out to a campus bench and hove a really good look. liiiBRviiuiiBiiii M r Hill i?i? '

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A EITHER YOU ' VE BEEN too busy looking at a fee statement or a registration book, because you probably couldn ' t recognize this doorway as that of Education hall. Every student who enters the Uni- versity goes through this door at least once. What ' s this, a Michael Angelo in our midst? No, only a D. U. ' s idea of a snow man. and rilly, my deah, they cei-talnly are an aesthetic group of young gen- tlemen. This is the broad green- sward between Education and Commerce and hlome Ec, where the Campus Day lunch of devilled egg and minced ham sandwiches, etc., is eaten and where three-leg- ged, wheelbarrow, and sock races toke place. ACLAIMED BY AMATEUR and some professional photogiaphers to be one of Tyee ' s best photos, this picture portrays a little hid- den side entrance to Philosophy hall, and was token by Jack Jarvls. Joe K. Zilch, the hlome Ec janitor, has been reading The Daily and has decided to do his bit toward cleaning up the political, financial, and industrial situation. Life, to him, is just one house duty after the other — pledge him quick, boys; he is well practiced in as- suming the position. The drum and bugle corps out for a morning stroll — the little tin soldiers of the campus. Below, the entire R. O. T. C. band passes In review. hHow do you like this basketball, Hec? — not so accurate may be, but, my, my, how graceful. A ANOTHER VIEW of Education hall, from the tip-top tower of Phil- osophy hall; looking down at old Meony. behind its row of poplars; Denny hall, as seen from Parrlng- ton; the women ' s swimming pool, much envied by the mole element of the campus and strongly cam- paigned for; Education in the snow; and below, the new law building, showing the west end, with a corner of the museum and the library added. (And speaking of law, Mr. Roy Seog raves was highly affronted when Informed that the Tyee did not have room for a story or picture of the ded- ication end dedication dance held for new Condon hall. It ' s on out- rage, he remarked. That was o big and important dance. Of course it was, Mr. Seagraves, who was the chairman? ' ) ATHIS LAST PICTURE just goes to prove the truth of the statement l hot there ore paths enough on this campus to give each student a special one. Although the build- ings and grounds department builds a new walk each week, stu- dents don ' t like to keep to the straight and narrow. ' ? M- f-f l - . j :: ' | | Ui - iM m 11 lyniiimii