Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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CLEMSON IN TRANSITION Yes, it was a great year. Do you remember when you first heard the word this summer that the military had been abolished at Clemson and we would now be a civilian school? Do you remember your first thoughts when you digested this horrifying bit of information? Who would get you up in the mornings? No longer would a bleary- eyed Rat with the shaved head come around in the wee hours of the morn to bounce you on the floor. Who would be your maid and clean up the room, hang up clothes, carry laundry, shine shoes? How would you know it was time for meals? The cry of Lets go A com- pany would no longer echo down the halls to seek you out and demand your attention at a formation. What would you wear for clothes? The grey unfiorm would be gone and what would take its place? What about the coeds? Would there be more or would last year ' s small trickle diminish? You came back with panic in your heart and a smile on your face. What the future would bring was not yet established, but they still called it Clemson and that was where you belonged. Do you remember how it was hard to become accustomed to walking casually to meals those first few weeks? It was different but now it is hard to remember the drilling companies moving across the quadrangles to the dining hall. Do you remember when girls infiltrated this man ' s domain as they came to class, talked in the canteen, played cards in the lounge? Seems natural now, doesn ' t it. Do you remember the discussions about Ivy League fashions and the do ' s and dont ' s of good dress? Now it seems normal to see the three buttoned coats and Ivy accessories. The student government came back, still a little wet behind the ears but eager to do their part to promote Clem- son ' s new look. Campus politics forged to the front and clubs and fraternities struggled to take up the slack that had resulted from the loss of the first sergeant and his long roll. Do you remember the new look of the sleek sassy buildings that had taken the place of our old defected and tired monstrosities? It has been a great year with great things being accomplished. The old spirit was hard to quell but a new and greater spirit arose as the new look took hold. DO YOU REMEMBER?

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CLEMSON a photographic essay Clemson is a restless monster with 3,000 hearts. He is sprawled out over a clump of rolling hills in view of the mountains, sort of out in the middle of nowhere. But it is some- where to a mighty lot of friends who live here together for a few years. Clemson dozes, but never sleeps. There is movement always, up and down, in and out ... a powerful heap of living going on all at once. There is the churning of many minds, each thinking its own private thoughts and aspirations. Sometimes on the weekends the churning of the minds bogs down a little, but there is always the alarm clock . . . Forgodsakewakemeupformy 8o ' clock, ineverhearthatdamnclock . . . then the monster yawns, stretches out, guzzles cof- fee, gulps eggs, grits, puffs an early cigarette, and trots off in the morning mist to the modern and antique buildings across the way where they teach textiles, agriculture, engi- neering, architecture. i • photosraphed for the TAPS by Gus Manos.