West Virginia University - Monticola Yearbook (Morgantown, WV)

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UNISEX ' While Unisex was the look promoted hy the New York fashion world, at IVest Virt inia University coeds blossomed forth in the Uni-form look. At least the old cliche safety in num- bers seemed the prevailing clothes philosophy. Counting the number of coeds wearing shirts with the Edwardian collar (wide and pointed) with or without a tie or scarf of some kind would have been an interesting pastime. Five of the Ten Best Dressed Coeds, as pictured in the Mountainlair showcase, sported a variation of this long pointed collar and a tie. Even though the word from Paris and Italy was hem lines at ten inches above the knee, at the knee, below the knee, mid-calf or at the ankle, many WVU women chose only ten inches above the knee. Plump legs, skinny legs, medium sized legs with chubby knees, knobby knees and de- grees in-between were featured by the .status-conscious student. Unfortunately, a great number of those coeds perpetuating the mini-mini skirt didn ' t have the legs for it. While on the subject of legs, let us not fail to mention the regulation cover-up for briar patch legs in 1969 — the knee sock. In all colors, shapes, and forms the knee sock was the black sheep of its family. Not only were they old news fashionwise, but they were unbecoming to most legs. The WVU woman ' s uniform called for fashions with particular labels neatly stitched at the neck from just the right store. Most coeds didn ' t seem to mind paying as much as $90 for a suit or skirt outfit, only to wear it for the first time in the presence of four other girls in the same ensemble. Meeting oneself at every street corner must have given a feeling of security. Having an in pair of shoes was a source of pride, if they were of the chunkie heel variety or the popular brand name loafer. If the feet could survive the initial three month period it took to break them in, the coed could wear one pair all four years. One coed suggested that they be issued to all freshmen in campus packs. Another requirement for the WVU in look was long straight hair. It could have been worn tied back with a scarf, ribbon, or clip, or allowed to hang. If it wasn ' t grown long, it was grown frosted. With $4 for a package of a wonderful new bleaching process, the coed ' s hair could look just as bold and brassy in streaks or racing .stripes as the girl ' s next door. When the country ' s fashion leaders declared open sea.son on the you look in 1969, there was great hope for the WVU coed. Finally she had the opportunity to escape the mix and match everyday wear of the skirt, sweater, and oxford cloth blouse and a chance to step up into a new era of fashion designed with you in mind. The day had come when a woman could choose the hem length that best suited the size of her legs, a neckline that flattered her face, a waistline in the most becoming place, and a chance to express her taste in acces.sories with no great risk of being out of style. But, alas, it was not the you look that evolved at West Virginia University that year, but just another Youniform look. Diane Wolfe 13

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March 10, J 969. Mandy came in to tell me that she is in love with Sam. She stopped in to tell me she was in love last week too, but then it was with Doug, and the week before it was George. March 15, 1969. The Judiciary Board made Nancy sit in the dorm office for an hour this eve- ning as a punishment. She forgot to place her special permission card in the box to stay out until 2:00 Saturday night. Some punishment! It is like going to a circus sitting there watching the girls and their dates. I ' ve got to change the bulletin board. March 20, 1969. Dee propped open one of the doors with her handbag setting off the alarm system. March 22, 1969. Susan, Mary, and Cindy sat under a sun lamp too long. They look like fire- trucks and probably wish one would put out the burning. March 26, 1969. The Midnight Marauders were on the prowl again tonight. They woke up the whole floor trying to get a fourth for bridge. March 27, 1969. Not one of the Marauders made it to class today. They were too tired. March 30, 1969. Mandy is in love with Jim this week. Sally came to complain that the maid came in while she was in the closet, closed the door, and locked her inside. Hum! She didn ' t say how she got out. I ' ve got to change that bulletin board. April 1, 1969. When I took room check tonight there wasn ' t a sign of anyone in the section. After my hysteria passed, I went down to the desk to report that none of my girls were in. The housemother was very calm. When I came back to my room, thirty-six girls jumped out of every corner shouting April Fool! April 4, 1969. The girls had a surprise party for my birthday. Everyone went off their diets to eat cake. Susan fainted in the middle of the party. April 8, 1969. The sun deck opened today. It was wall to wall bodies until the incinerator pol- luted the air with soot. April 11, 1969. Barbara had twenty guests in the section last night. They must have slept on hangers in the closet. The maid locked me out of my room again today. April 13, 1969. Susan and Jeanne pulled an all-nighter last night. The pill Susan took wore off before her test, and she slept through it. April 19, 1969. Nancy had to make a poster as a punishment from the Judiciary Board. I wish I would remember to do something to the bulletin board. April 20, 1969. Half of the girls went to formals this weekend. Gee, my term paper is due this week. April 30, 1969. The fire drill we had tonight caught me and twenty others in the bath tub. We looked great out in front of the dorm in our towels and trench coats. May 3, 1969. We had a steak dinner with baked potatoes and sour cream. Sally complained that her steak mooed when she cut it. May 4, 1969. The semester is just about over. May 18, 1969. Guess I won ' t have to change that bulletin board now. — Diane Wolfe Resident Assistant 12

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((T FLL MAKE YOU PROUD My boy don ' t wanna go to no college! No sir, he ' s a ' goin to that trade school an ' lam how to he a good mechanic! Yup, thet ' s what this world needs more of! We don ' t need no astrenots or fast-talkin eggheads! Walter Alvin McCoy beamed as he pounded his son on the back and bellowed, Yea sir, this boy here ain ' t no fool; he ain ' t gonna go to them colleges and grow no beard; he ain ' t gonna burn no draft cards. Ere ye, Oakie? No Sam, he ain ' t gonna be no long- haired wierdo! Sam, the grocer, nodded and said, Thet ' s fine, Oakie. You ' re a fine boy . . . always said them McCoys was fine boys. Oakie Just smiled. He was a thin, weak-looking boy and not very tall. He had big feet. His feet and his cabbage-leaf ears were the most outstanding things about him. Oakie ' s hair was red- dish-brown and it seemed as though he had had that cowlick from the day he was born. He wore a pair of brown-rimmed glasses that seemed too large for his thin face. Gotta head on home now, Sam. Me and Oakie gonna be late for supper, said Walter Alvin as he picked up the bag of groceries in his huge arms. He rested the bag on his pot belly and opened a pouch of tobacco with his other hand, pinched a wad and shoved it into his fat, sun- burned cheek. Oakie opened the door for his father and put on his new, tan cowboy hat. It sat on his head like a thimble; the brim came to a point in the front and the hat made his ears look like wings. See ya fellas! yelled Sam. Bye , whispered Oakie. Oakie and his father, Walter Alvin got into their old, blue pick-up truck. On the way home, Walter laughed and joked with his son. Yea, Oakie, we ' ll show ' urn. We ' ll show this town just how smart us McCoys is. Yea, ' spe- cially that Uncle Paul o ' yers. Thet brother o ' mine thinks his kid ' s so hot! Why he ain ' t nothin next to you, Oakie. No, Frankie never was a smart kid. You know he sucked his thumb ' til he was five. You quit when you was three, Oakie. You was always way ahead o ' him. Yup, I ' m real proud of ya son, real proud! Walter leaned towards the door to spit out the window. Thanks, Paw. muttered Oakie. Now Paul keeps braggin on thet kid d his, how he ' s goin to college this fall and all. Well you know what I think d thet, Oakie . . . you know what I think, huh? You know, huh? Well, I think he ' s just wast in a lot d hard-earned money. College ain ' t gonna lam ya nothin important. Now a trade, if ya lam a good trade, thet ' s somethin important! Walter said forcefully as he pulled up to their red-shingled farm house. Sure, Paw . . . thet ' s somethin ' important. echoed Oakie. Saturday night Walter Alvin ' s brother Paul, Paul ' s son Frankie, and three neighbors — George, Oscar, and James Elmer came to Walter Alvin ' s house to play a game of poker. At least this was their pretense; they usually just came to drink home brew and tell stories. Oakie and his father and George sat on one side of the table; Paul and Frankie sat opposite them, and Oscar and James Elmer sat at the ends of the big wooden table in the kitchen. Well Paul, I ' m gonna trim ya up good tonight! boasted Walter Alvin as he took a big swal- low from his mug and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Then he began, Say, when ' s yer boy startin to college? He starts first d September! Yea, Martha and me ' s real proud d Frankie. Paul beamed and nudged his son. Tell ' em what yer gonna take up. Son. Paul coaxed. Oh, I ' m goin into agriculture. I ' m gonna try to learn scientific ways d farmin , learn how to raise better crops, and better cattle; I ' m hopin ' to be a first rate farmer . . . a scientific farmer. Frankie then sat back in his chair with a look of self-confidence. 14