University of Wisconsin Madison - Badger Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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From Lincoln Terr ace, on the top of Bascom Hill, you can always see the dome of the state capitol. Both are symbols of our state and the service which they offer to the inhabitants. An . II I.I lorn rests quietly on the long walnut table in room 158, Bascom I I.1II. I ' hai coin was meant to 1k ' a paperweight, but lo Edwin Broun Fred it ' s a conversation piece — something to make routine visits seem more casual. It typifies the down-to-earth character of the university ' s twelfth president. His door is oix:n to all— from regents down to first semester frcshmcn—for a chat about university policies, the unseasonable weather, or the ear of corn on the table. »Miawiwiii«HiMMaaaBiieflMaaMi IMIMIUMIIIMUIMMMII ■tai

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The students truilj;cil up the hill at two minutes before 7:45, their breath turnini; to vajx)r in the morning air. A girl with one saddle shoe still untieil pushed her way through the mass of jxroplc •is she clutched her books and hurriedly tried lo put some papers in order. A boy with white bucks turned up the collar of his stonn coat and threw his ciga- rette to the ground as he entered a building. He crushed it oul with his heel. Think Perlman ' s worth it? ' Of course. How do you figure. ' ' The guy knows what he ' s talking about, born in Russia, you know. Ever cut him. ' ' Mondays sometimes, but the Flame ' s closed now, so I ' ll probably be making it regularly. You ' ll ju.st go to the Cabin. Might. This is it, see you. The arm of the lecture chair was stuck, and a blonde hit at it with her clenched fist. The Ixjy next to her leaned over, smiled, and with one deft tap fixed it. She thanked him, but he noticed that she was wearing a fra- ternity pin. A bell rang and the professor climbed ujp onto the platform. He sorted some papers, picked up the stack and tapped the edge against the table top until they were an even pile. He cleared his throat and looketi up. We ' re late again. I told you it takes eight minutes to make it from the house. The hell it does, you just walk so tlamned slow. You just think your watch is fast when it isn ' t. We ' ll start earlier tomorrow. Yeah. The hinges on the door creakcii ami sev- eral people in the back row turned around. The lecturer droned on. A girl leaned over to tie her other shoe. A boy with white bucks slouchetl down in his seat and closed his eyes. 17

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To most students at the Univcrbity of Wisconsin Ocu RcnncUohni is the man who owns the Pharm. To 3 million Wisconsin citizens he is Chief Hxeciilive ol America ' s Dairyland. Farmer, businessman, Governor — Oscar Rennebohm has achieved success as all three. A graduate of the university ' s School of Pharmacy ( ' II), he has become a symbol of continued cooperation between the school and the state. He has maintained a healthy interest in his alma mater, serving as a director of the Wisconsin Alumni Association. But in Langdon street language Oscar Rennebohm is simply Wisconsin ' s milkshake Governor.