Ball State University - Orient Yearbook (Muncie, IN)

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Sophomore Jim Walters (far left) leads the Botsford-Swinford residents in one of the earlier Spring Sing rehearsals. The group performed a medley of Paul McCartney songs, practicing late into the night because of a new open-lounge policy. Woody-Shales residents pass the time after classes with a volleyball game. Located in the grassy area outside the hall, the volleyball set-up was utilized as a source of entertainment by many residents. Halls

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HALLS continued Unique individuals within Shales Hall demonstrate decorative originality by exhibiting trademarks of favorite hobbies on the ceiling. Other residents covered ceilings with black light posters, aluminum foil, and fish nets. He is cute and lithe and tall and thin. Posters of Jacyln Smith, Mickey Mouse, Farrah Fawcett-Majors, and Valparaiso High School cover the cement blocks of his Jeep Hall room. Eddie Bertholet, freshman, never roomed with anyone at home, but likes living with a roommate now because there is now someone to talk to and relate with. ‘The floor tends to become almost like a family.”’ Eddie pondered the phone as he sat cross-legged on his Marsh shopping cart. ““Wagonner is really a zoo; however, in- dividually the guys are really nice. It is asa group that they are awfully rowdy.” Les Anne “‘Lester’’ Dant consumed her chicken noodle-o’s and waved her soup spoon at me. ‘‘Like they say, Co-ed Boredom is Better.’ As president of Hurlbut Hall, Les Anne is active in dorm government and a fourth year resident. She continued, ‘‘Hurlbut is a good cross section of BSU students.” Clad in a long blue bathrobe, Les Anne, a senior from Goodland, described how she made her dorm room into House Beautiful. ‘’| hauled in everything | own — from bamboo bird cage to flowered cur- tains to illegal hamster.”’ Youth of America — be happy but be warned. Annette Funicello is no longer with us. Ball State’s residence halls house freaks from Geshwin to Aereosmith to Manilow to Debussy. It is getting late... The William Tell over- ture has begun to die down, Larry Sells quits jogging the stairwells in three sweat- suits, and even the Domino’s man has disappeared. Someone opened the bathroom door and screamed, ‘Your mother chews on kitty litter’ to assure the profound reply, ‘’Lizzie Borden took an ax and so on and so forth” surely learned in English 205. Whre are the carefree bobby soxers and those in raccoon coats waving red and white MAC pennants? They are gone; but Gidget still has pride. Something to do, perhaps, with nine sup- posedly grown college men prancing in long red underwear in the Palmr fishbowl, singing ‘‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” Goodnight, Muncie. Good- night, John-Boy. 24 Halls

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