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

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By late afternoon the hustle and bustle of the day has ended and an ominous quiet permeates the gym and hangs heavy over those who remained hours to try to salvage something from the schedule that they had. inally figured out. The Law School and the Pharmacy School got into the act with a football game of their own, playing in the Murder Bowl for the old Bloody Bucket. Here one of the politicians awards the Murder Bowl Queen her trophy for which she and her sorority fought even the annual editor.

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Registration is never a noisy event, since each student and faculty member alike are too numb to make much noise. Contemplating the millions of forms that must be filled out, the students merely stare blankly into space as they are ed down in section after section. Interminable lines confronted fused students as they tried to avoid certain professors and to get out early on Friday afternoon. Your seven, eight and nine cards, Puleeze. Sorry, you ' ve got to get out of line and finish filling out your seven card and put it in ink this time! These chairs are for registration personnel only. I can ' t help it use the floor if you have to have some place to write.

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FIRST RUMBLINGS OF THINGS TO COME With the preliminary requirements, such as registration, dutifully fulfilled, the fun was about to begin. The football fever hit Ole Miss and hit it hard. It built up slowly, like a tropical storm gradually picking up strength. A national sports magazine picked Ole Miss for the number one spot in the nation at season ' s end. Students talked about it, but many still wondered. Freshmen were taught the basic forms of athletic ex- hortations, as only the Ole Miss cheerleaders could teach them. Louder, you freshmen, louder! Let ' s give ' em a Hotty Toddy they ' ll hear in Memphis! Louder . .. louder .. . louder! And it grew. Sportswriters in the Memphis and Jackson newspapers sang the praises of the Ole Miss eleven. Tues- day became a red letter day, because then the AP and UPI released their national rankings. The name Mississippi began creeping up on the charts. Louder . . . louder . . . louder! Homecoming came. The campus was jammed with alum- ni and friends. They came back to see Ole Miss, to see tan- gible evidence of fond, sometimes hazy memories. Lynda Lee came back and was the hit of the show. Hem- ingway Stadium rose to cheer her as she rode around the track, and she rose to cheer the team that was making the nation take notice. Lynda heard the sounds, the alumni heard them, the stu- dents heard them. They went Louder . . . louder .. louder! Once a Rebel, always a Rebel, and that ' s true even if you are Miss America.