Augustana College - Rockety I Yearbook (Rock Island, IL)

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One — Two — Three — Four ! The sophomores indulge in their annual bit of sadism. The Augustana Band presents Indian Summer with Indians. With fall also comes intramural football, and the Bos and Osos at the line of scrimmage.

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FALL, FOOTBALL, FRIENDSHIP Help! Somebody, quick! It ' s slipping-g-g-g. Well, here we are Augie, complete with nine months supplies. It is September 18, and you, a freshman — a bundle of heredity and environment — have just arrived on the Augustana Campus. You have new clothes, you are receptive to new ideas, and you are ready to make new friends. Or maybe you are returning after a summer job; perhaps you came back early to help clean up Stu-U or just to get settled in your room and renew old friendships. Whoever or whatever you are, you are here ready to work and live in our Augustana society for the school year. People tell you to live it up and you do. You spend your Saturday afternoons at the football game and your Saturday nights at the movies or perhaps just taking a walk. You pledge or you rush, you drink coffee and find yourself on one of Augie ' s famous thousand and one committees. You collect memories of the chill fall evenings when you walk from the lib to the dorm after an evening of study and learning. Fall at Augustana is a mood; a feeling that will return whenever autumn leaves begin to fall. O.K. you kids, face the wall while I plug this arg !

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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, moves on . . . It writes of big things and small, some to be forgotten and some to be remembered as the years go by. In the perspective of the years the trifling things will fade and only the peaks will remain sharp on the horizon of memory. For Augustana students one of these peaks will be Homecoming, 1953. We will remember the heat of the pep rally bonfire on our faces, and the fun and hilarity of the traditional snake dance. The gallons of coffee consumed during the all-night float building; the parade and the beautiful weather; the packed stadium when we Mashed Milikin . Our cheerleaders with their inexhaustible amount of energy, and the excitement which accompanies the awarding of cups. The renewing of old friendships, and the closeness which comes from working together and being busy . And we will remember the solemn moments: the hush of anticipation before the impressive coronation ceremony when our Vi-Royalty Miriam and Dick were bestowed with their well- deserved honors; The peal of the tower bell; the candle light. Yes, The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, moves on . . . , but memories of homecomings do not fade into oblivion. They are a part of the towers, the peaks that we will see when we look back on our years at Augustana.