Capital University - Capitalian Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SEPTEMBER 14 . . . Up at 7 this morning . . . big day ahead. Another quick breakfast . . . back to pick up a testing appointment . . . then to the agon)' of some big-league tests . . . These onee-mighty high- school seniors felt humble under the onslaught of Bcrnreuter, Seashore, and Minnesota Multi-phasic In- ventor)' . . . What could all this mean? . . . Some of them were lucky: they had a physical . . . touch your toes . . . have you ever had the measles? . . . do you like girls? . . . Back to the Refectory for lunch ... no time to tour the campus; tests again at 1 . . . This time, English and vocational . . . “Put the square peg in the round hole . . . “So you want to be a doctor!” ... In between flying trips to the library and the gym, Glee Club and Chapel Choir aspirants found time to go to auditions . . . Erstwhile church choir members and rural music club divas competed with private-lesson students and semi-professionals for coveted berths in Glee or Choir . . . Wonder why their throats suddenly went dry? . . . Could it have been the big audi- torium. the strange faces, and the presence of Mr. Snyder and Mr. Crist? . . . Enough to make a Met star wilt! . . . Supper time already—my. my! . . . time does fly . . . For a change, nothing on the schedule for tonight ... a good time to get that room cleaned tip . . . But no! Someone found a pinochle deck and a checker board, and all good intentions were lost . . . Under the Big Elm and on Lehman steps the two- somes had already formed. Maybe it was the collegiate atmosphere, maybe it was the campus scene— regardless of the cause, love had already reared its ugly head . . . Ah, spring! . . . SEPTEMBER 15 . . . Pretty day— and a big one . . . The old students—upper classmen and seminarians—returned to Cap from summer vacation . . . All the windows in Lehman were filled with Frosh girls looking over the upperclassmen . . . Some have already set their sights . . . Today finished up the physicals and the read- ing tests . . . Today began the Sophomores’ “indoctrination.” In the even- ing, a variety Show . . . Jorg and Pete, the two-piano girls, the reading of the Freshman rules, introduction of Rip “The Whip Van Winkle, Wayne Rollins’ personality . . . and then, later, in the Refectory, the Faculty Reception and a filling” meal ... In gratitude, the Frosh men serenaded the Sophomore girls—and got water on the head. SEPTEMBER 16 . . . Calisthenics at 6 a. m. . . . the poor Freshmen! . . . Around the track in. Bernlohr Stadium . . . ten push-ups apiece . . . Some new attractions at this initiation are the signs hung from each new student’s neck telling where, who, and whv . . . Collecting signatures is another task . . . “Stay off center walk . . . “Don’t use that fountain” . . . the familiar old admoni- tions are still modern this year . . . After supper, the tug-of-war . . . -6-

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• • • beasi iany. SEPTEM BEK 12 . . . The first day is finally over! All the l'rosh did was run around like mad getting tlu-ir rooms assigned, meeting roommates (for better or for worse), lugging luggage, and generally moving in . . . I-'or the girls it wasn’t so bad. because most of them were in Lehman Mali—but the fellows, looking for the barracks. Di l, and off -campus rooms! —1 bet some of them haven't come back yet . . . Down on the first floor of Lehman, the usual long line waiting to set the Dean of Men . . . and Miss Bowers in the reception room handing out keys, answering questions, and enlightening puzzled parents . . . After supper, the getting acquainted started ... t Merk's, Cray’s, and Wentz’s and in the rooms, questions like Where you from? “D’you know anybody here? Who's youi room-mate? were exchanged over cokes and coffee. Most of the kids were from Ohio, as usual, with the out-of-staters holding a place just a little above the rest, commenting casually on the superiority of their home state . . . As usual, the boys were interested in the girls, and the girls in the boys . . . The high-school heroes were anxious to show their gallantry In buying cokes all around while groups of giggling girls sneaked glances and exchanged comments about the males they had met this first day of college . . . Why have they come to C.'ap? Tomorrow at the interv iews and tests most of them will have a chance to tell why. SEP TEM BEK 13 ... Oh my! S o’clock came so early this morning! Already thoughts of home are fading as the new-comers awakened to new surroundings—strange beds and different scenery . . . Hurry up! Breakfast at the Kefeetory . . . back to the room . . . finish unpacking . . Where did I leave that door key?” . . . Who's got my soap? . . . and. of course, there was the little girl already homesick trying to get her mother to come down and take her home . . . Tomorrow she’ll probably be right back . . . The prospective music students spe i it all morning oxer in the Conservatory taking tests which (they hoped) would prove that they were capable of being musicians some day . . . At 7:30 they all trouped over to Mees for the beginning of “orientation. All the big wheels were there—the deans, most of the administration, and lots of other nameless but important individuals . . They talked and explained the various activities awaiting Cap’s new little flock during their educational experience” . . . The girls (poor things) had to be back by 10:30, but the men exercised their privileges by lounging under the Big Elm and shouting bright remarks to the girls hanging from the windows in Lehman ... I don’t suppose this college life is so bad . . . Well, we ll see . . . Donnis Pember, Joan Thomas. Alice Reutter (in front); Hottie Bob Dyer. Dick Bayless, and Don Brooks, three more Frosh Bohl. Louise Siedman. and Mary Budke (behind). getting established for the year off campus. — O —

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Then back to the stadium for a pep rally featuring the boogie cheer imported from Chicago ... it really stole the show! “Yeah, man! SEPTEMBER 17 . . . this was the day when student met prof for the first time face-to-face . . . advisors, they were called . . . Each one insisted that no self-respecting student could ignore his particular courses . . . This afternoon, a chartered bus trip to points of interest in Columbus . . . state pen, city hall, libraries, state house—everything . . . For a change, supper was held picnic style in the stadium . . . Profs, clutching hot-dogs dripping with mustard and juggling coke bottles, mixed comfortably with seminarians and college students doing the same thing . . . Then back to the dorm to wipe off the ketchup and change into casual clothes for a gay evening in Loy Gym at the mixer . . . Everybody was feeling good this evening . . . Freshmen still wore their name cards, and the judging of the best ones was a high point ol the entertain- ment . .. Prizes and applause were awarded to the Freshmen with the most original cards . . . Rip Van Winkle and his juke box provided music for dancing . . . The Freshmen have by now lost their awe of the Sophomores, since they’ve concluded successfully most of their initiation rites without two much per- manent injury . . . SEPTEMBER IS . . . “The first Saturday morning at Cap! Cleaned the room, did the laundry, forgot the appointment with my advisor, was embarrassed. Thus reads the journal of one Fresh- man ... A lot of things to do today—odds and ends like paying the bills, filling out those horrible regis- tration blanks, forgetting to sign in ten places . . . Who makes up these things? . . . Tonight was Fresh- man Date Night, too—a memorable occasion . . . An old tradition at Cap—yeah! That doesn't make a convincing argument for the Frosh . . . saying good-night to a total stranger with fifty people watching you can be embarrassing! . . . Upper left and center: The Sophomores get wet as the tug-of-war progresses. Upper and lower right: Freshman-Sophomore Mixer. Jim Darnell supervises the winning line-up of name cards; and everybody dances on the gym floor. Lower loft: Frosh date night lineup, with interested spectators ogling the newly-paired couples.