Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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AND OUR DAYS WERE SOMETHING LIKE THIS Gangway! Eight o ' clock classes were always the hardest to make. As typical college guys and gals we ' d tear through the halls (the fellows marked by their bare heads; the girls by their scarfs) trying to beat the bell. Even if we were racing the clock, the first stop was always at The Collegian stand. In fact, we were afraid not to read it, what with the scathing local articles and crusades being published almost every day. Sometimes we praised our paper, sometimes we laughed at It, but we always read It. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the cafeteria was always a distraction so early in the morning. Many were the times when we just couldn ' t resist the temptation to catch an eye-opener before class. Coffee lines were long in the morning and so were faces until they had that first cup. Coffee prices soared right before Christmas, too, but a nickel could still be exchanged for a cup of Java in the Campus Club. Our mornings were hectic, but they were fun— if we were wide enough awake to know what was hap- pening.

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fSS ( f UM Ts . S W )r V 1 AS MORNING PROGRESSED, SO DID IDEAS Election days were always busy days. The jam at the polls wasn ' t caused as much by the voters as by the campaigners — those comely coeds toting sandwich boards. Political manipula- tion ran rampant as mergers of factions and smoke-filled rooms came into being. We ' ll never forget the Tweedies and the Mule- Train whip. There were also special elections by various groups. Air ROTC mem- bers spent one enjoyable morning hour scrutinizing prospective Air Angels.