Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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X « A student photographer wanders the dance floor snapping shots of students. CDA Junior Staffers take time out for a long-awaited dance. Rita ' s attractive face and pleasing per- sonality added to highlights of Rat Hop. 25

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Clemson freshmen experience their first college dance at Rat Hop. Freshmen forgot the loneliness of the past weeks when their special girls arrived for the weekend. Kai Winding, Jungaleers, Tigertones, Rat Queen . . . Rat Hop Not even a continual downpour could dampen the high spirits with which the freshmen greeted their first big college weekend, which they eagerly shared with imported dates and blase upperclassmen to whom the antics of the rats were rather old-hat . The weekend also offered the freshmen their first chance to see the Tigers, in the first home game, trounce North Carolina State in what might have been mistaken for a water-polo game. The beautiful Rat Queen, Rita Souther, was presented with a silver cup after being chosen to reign Rat Hop. Freshmen experienced their first dance anxieties awaiting the arrival of their dates Friday afternoon as they recalled things they had forgotten earlier. Friday night ' s formal featured the Jungaleers and the traditional contest to choose the Rat Queen. Rita Souther of Campobello, S. C, was chosen from the dates of freshmen. For the first time Rat Hop had a big-name dance band led by Kai Winding to pro- vide the melody and rhythm for the informal on Saturday night. Jungaleers, campus-based orchestra popular in several states, and the Tigertones, a polished campus quartet, played for the Friday formal. f- X 24

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From page 669 of the Sears-Roebuck catalog Gator buries Gamecock at last big Thursday funeral. Could the Bashful Baron be bellowing 27 to 0? The last Big Thursday draws to a close. Downed Gamecock, Gator Farr, High Spirits. ..Big Thursday Success The eve of Big Thursday, a big night, at the annual Blue key D.iih e. The date, October 20. The time, twelve noon. Suddenly, there resounded among the hills sur- rounding Clemson College the bass booming of a drum beaten by a group of orange-capped boys clustered around the stature of Tom Clemson. Tradition prevailed here for the last time as the annual Big Thursday Football Classic came to an end. No more will the Clemson campus rever- berate with excited Rats seeking out Carolina spies or with the time-honored funeral of the Gamecock presided over by Gator Farr. No more will the Frosh teams of both schools meet on Little Wednesday, nor will the student bodies of both schools get together at the Blue Key Dance on Big Thursday Eve. It seemed as if the rain itself realized the sig- nificance of that day as it ceased its seemingly endless pouring only a few hours before game time. A record-breaking crowd of over 47,000 people turned out to cheer their respective teams. When the dust cleared and the game ended, the tigers stood victorious after a stunning 27-0 thriller— a sterling finish to years of fine tradition. 2b