Baylor University - Round Up Yearbook (Waco, TX)

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W September was the beginning. And for freshmen, upperclassmen and parents alike, it began with detour signs welcoming them to the new and beautiful Baylor campus. The sweltering heat, blowing dust, agonizing screams from machinery and the stench of sweat and smoke from construction served to remind the stu- dents that the university was not the same as it was last ycar or had been when their parents were undergraduates. The traditional Slime caps were purchased, worn for a few days and discarded as the freshmen decided they were just as urhane and sophisticated as the upperclassmcn. This newly discovered attitude was looked upon with scorn mingled with amusement. Registration was greeted by freshmen with fearg regarded as a necessary evil by sophomoresg accepted with an air of cynicism by the juniors and ac- knowledged with indifference by the seniors. But the Damoclcan sword was removed only to be replaced by another villain-classes, which were not always the easiest things to find. Students divided their time between mixers, receptions, pep rallies, classes, trips to Cameron Park, movies . . . and some even found time for study. With the multi-colored autumn leaves, the brightly colored costumes and the unseasonably warm fall air, the football season began. Even the opening loss to Washington State seemed inconsequential as l,500 students, given late permision, welcomed the team back with an airport pep rally. It had begun. As it begins each year, some tradition, some improvision, and some meditation. SEPTEMBER '

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-'Q Students Brave Long, Hot Line in Registration The lineis always the sameg many of the faces are new, the clothes different, but the line's the same. And it was longer this year, more than 1,500 bodies longer than last year. Even berinudas and no socks didn't stop the sweat from coming . . . you could see it on the foreheads and shirts of those in line. It was then you were glad that only 6,065 students were here instead of 20,000. People told you that registration was more organized than ever, but it seemed just as long, just as tiring. They sat at those tables and told you how your feet felt, what you thought when you eouldn't get that trig class and had to rework your schedule. They told you what time you registered . . . what they really told you was the time you'd get in line. They told you 'yesl and 'no' as you pushed and squeezed your way to different parts of the building, And once your feet had been stepped on, your cards had been checked, bent, stamped and refchccked, you were on your way to the Student Union to another line -a shorter one-but still a line. The girl figuring your bill was nice and her fore- head showed no signs of sweat or dirt. Her quickness made you glad you weren't in the line beside her, where the bills were being done and redone. It only took a second to hand that teller a check, and as you walked toward the door you wondered if it would be worth the ordeal. As they stamped your ID card and gave you a desk calendar, you knew it would.