University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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In the Bear ' s Den. Well, Maine Spirit really is something you can ' t put your finger on — but it ' s there all the time. When September rolls around each year you seem to feel it all the more. It kind of wells up inside you when you tell the boss you ' ll be going back to school in a week or so and could he please have your check made out. Re- member how you rolled up your Maine banner, dusted off your stein, and carefully tucked them into the corners of your trunk. How many Maine stickers did you count on the cars on your way back to school last fall? When we arrived at Orono, a quick look around the corner told us that Pat ' s was still there. The dormitory room looked kind of bare without curtains, but who cared anyway? This was home for the next nine months . . . and we had to hurry to the Union to have a coke . . . talk over the summer ... see who got pinned and engaged . . . O.K. let ' s admit it. . . . Get a look at the freshmen. The old Maine Hello hadn ' t died either. I guess it ' s one of the things that make the Maine spirit immortal. The Union was pretty busy. The Eagles were there wearing blue stars and bright smiles, and some of the Owls with tiny black circles on their foreheads came over to our table to say Hi! How was the summer? Before we had had time to say much, we saw some of the All-Maine Women and the Senior Skulls. Tlie juke bo.x just couldn ' t blare loud enough to drown out the chatter. That first week went quickly, and that hard-earned summer money went even quicker. I registered twice that first week, too. The second time I told my advisor that I had changed my mind and decided that the course wasn ' t quite what 1 wanted, but way back in my head, the little man was saying, You ' d better get out of that one or you ' ll flunk for sure. The campus is beautiful in the fall when the leaves begin to turn, isn ' t it? When you ' re hurrying to class just as the last bell is ringing, you kind of smile to your- self and say, Gee! This sure is a beautiful morning. It ' s good to be alive today. That cloud over there looks just like my chem professor. This would be a good day THE MAINE SPIRIT- 12 .mmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mm BE

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quc-Ntion of the week. Rcnicnihcr how the frcslinien smiled cver lime they passed the buildinj; ' It seems ii me that aKnit this lime the males on campus went on a little pantv raid. ttH . The carefree life of the canjpus ceased suddenU for a while when music instructor James Selwood passed awa . A Maine man himself, he cerlainK had earned the love and respect of all that knew him. His death was a i:reat sluvk. Sprint: house parties caught the spotlight next. The girls ' dormitories really buz ed with excitement. New party dresses appeared; the big question — Whos tak- ing you ' The campus and students really outdid thcm- sehes with spring festivity. On Memorial Day, Senator Margaret Chase Smith came to our campus to speak at an assembly which was held on the library steps. A big crowd turned out to hear Senator Smith ' s inspiring talk. SiHin sunburns began to appear. The sunporch roof Ihroimh Ih. h..iu..f i of Balentine was tilled with women on csery sunny day. The weather really was beautiful. I managed to prac- tice up on my tennis and golf by cutting several classes each week. There shouldn ' t be classes in the spring because warm weather just isn ' t conducive to studying. I wonder how the professors can drag themselves to classes so regularly. The Pale Blue teams of Maine also had a busy spring with baseball games, track meets, and tennis matches. Even when we didn ' t come out with the top score every time, no one could say we didn ' t put up a gixxl fight. The sports season drew to a close with the annual spring banquet honoring our athletes. Th: last two weeks of school passed quickly, and once again we found ourselves confronted with finals. I didn ' t study much. The swimming at Pushaw was too gotni. and I had to pack to go home. The Commence- ment Ball was a wonderful dance. The seniors were certainly thrilled when they heard that Ralph Flanagan would pnnide the music for the occasion. Class Day followed . . . then graduation for the seniors. I hated to see them go. and yet. I sure envied them! Mom and Dad came after me. They wondered where they were going to sit in the car because I seemed to have accumulated twice as much luggage over the course of the school year as I had had when I came in Septem- ber. Well, we crammed everything in somehow, waved good-by to everyone, and headed for home. Swimming, sunning, dancing ... It was a wonderful summer . . . but were supposed to be thinking about Maine Spirit aren ' t we ' ?

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tn cut class. . . . So did. It was on my lirsi ciil, llunigh. and besides. 1 hadn ' t had ha-akfasi and I need- ed a cup of that I ' nion eolTee. .Xdniiral I-d«ard I IKberj; eavc an interestins; lec- ture last October, didn ' t he ' . ' .And if I remember cor- rectly, that was the week the legislators were Ux ' kini; over the campus. The newspapermen arrived on that same busy week end. TTiey had several important speakers, including May Crait; Then to top Ihinus olT. Saturday was Freshman Parent ' s Day. .After having lunch with their sons and daughters, the parents were hustled otT to the Maine-Bates t H lball game. We ought to have the parents here more often if they can guarantee us more 35-0 victories. Come lo think of it, a lot of organizations hold conferences on our campus during the year. I was reading an article just recently which said that wc had sixteen thousand