Bowling Green State University - Key Yearbook (Bowling Green, OH)

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II! 3:: A. v, Rainy night . . . wcl pavement mirrors the street lights, shining through a Friday night . . . freshman cheerleaders bubblino' over wilh spirit. lead :1 shouting. mering. 7 mob of students in a noise parade to kick off Honmcom- ing week end. zlnking. hanging halo of mist.

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I $5 eui-y-ou. Sewn. ' , Powell's Pond attracts ice-skaters in winter, dreamy couples in spring and fall. The shallow, artificial lake forms an oasis in the unbroken wintry white expanse of the golf course. Bells in the Practical Arts Bldg. tower marked the beginning and end of classes for a decade of students. They no longer strike the hour, now that classes have been re- scheduled to start on the halfrhour. We remember Bowling Green, too, for long stretches of gray, dismal days, for leaky skies, for monsoons-and monsoons. For cutting across the Practical rts Bldg. lawn in the many-hued Ohio October, ankle-deep in crisp, swishing leaves. For sitting on that same lawn on a cool spring evening, listening to the Concert Band sat- urate the fragrant air with music. We remember bitter January Winds, sweeping across the flat countryside; afternoon sunlight, mellowing and warming the yellow brick buildings. VVefve known breathless tennis games, skating on the bumpy ice of Powele Pond, long drives, long walks, long talks. Iths been good, this way of life.

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Night on the campus falls swiftly as the sun slides down the sky behind the courthouse clock. Dormitory lights form little islands in the dark, timidly exploring the shadows with dusky rays. On week nights, students work behind illuminated windows that honeycomb classroom buildings, and the Library becomes a majestic, hollow shell of brightness. Friday and Saturday nights are made of different texture. Lights look less lonely and hint of laughter within, of conversation, card games. Strains of music escape into the expectant night from the gymnasium; couples walk slowly, arm in arm, across the dark campus, laughing and talking or quiet, savoring the night and each other. Saturday night , . . soft lights and smooth music attract carefree crowds, ready for re- laxation after a tense week of study. But once in a while a couple slips quietly cut him the night, suddenly aware that a crowd IS too many people.