Culver Stockton College - Milestones Yearbook (Canton, MO)

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Green caps cmd black stockings . HAZING CULMINATED BT HELL WEEK S makeup is to beauty, so Hell Week is to the first year of that old and honored institution, College. The climax of four weeks of harmless, but persistent hazing brought to light the ingenuity of the Sophomores as well as the bare facts about Fresh- men gals' faces. The Green-Clad kids got off relatively easy-but for the first time the gory details are set forth without fear of favor or contradiction. Inglorious green and yellow bits of felt bobbed about the Hill, like unto a Held of daff-odils dancing in the breeze of spring. Many of the parvenus were shown the in- tricacies of the age-old art of buttonning, and since practice is making for perfect, the apprentices of Sherwood Forest spent many hours achieving perfection by command performances. Some few held resolutely to their claim of maturity, but the light of understanding appeared unto them as they walked many weary miles viewing the starlit skies. Feelin' Foolish could have easily been their theme song as they stood humbly in chapel waiting for their superiors to seat themselves. Sensing surges of power in their ignoble limbs, the Erin lads set out to break the shackles of their mighty oppressor. Advancing from their lair they met the sturdy Sophs. Both forces, taken by surprise, were unable to bring up their heavy artillery, so hand-to-hand fighting ensued. The battle waxed furiously at the bottom of the Hill. Back and forth the waves of embattled brutes swayed -after thirty minutes of this, everyone, who had not lost their trousers, went downtown and bought each other a drink. Amalgamated Scarecrow dropped 80 points the first time the general public got a glimpse of the UN glamorized Freshmen girls. Pigtails-no lipstick-no powder-no rouge-black lisle stockings-dresses reversed-books in bags CYeah, they still carry books at that stage-but it doesn't last long!D-and some poet gained immortality writing about ungarnished beauty!!! All of this was culminated in an evening's enter- tainment by the Sophomore girls-Came the midnight hour and through the stillness came a torturous scream fighting in its agony to reach and rend the fearful listening ear. Rudely awakened, the victims were marched to their awaiting doom. First to the balcony, to kneel and pay what happened to tradition-the forced homage to the might and greatness of the Sopho- freshmen cf!f11Q15fe,L,f,If,1f1i1f'C1a5Smen more then Then Tl-len Tl-lEn-THEN! Remember? , ' P Deglamourized girl takes a stroll It was fun or was lt' Eg!

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F ifrst day . . . MTSTIFIED FROSH UNIMPRESSIVE THE sun burst forth on the eventful day-long and eagerly awaited. After an in- credible length of time classes were to begin. The Frosh were up at least an hour earlier than necessary. Bleary but cheery eyes sparkled as they surveyed the results of their painstaking toilet. Someone, who was an authority, had said that the first class meeting would leave the first and last impression of a student on a prof's mind. Into the happy minds came the harsh, discordant clanging of bells, bells, bells, Cwith apologies to PoeD. Like two torrents, the young men and women with exag- gerated decorum and courtesy swept into their classes- that's an empty seat next to THAT blond -and sat down. There was a face with two eyes that beheld these thirsting novices. The head executed a negative movement, the eyes were not happy, an audible sigh of resignment arose from the depths of the desk-classes had begun. Class cards were gathered. Names were mispronounced and laughed at. Seat assignments were given. l'm on the front row and THAT blond's on the back, and all because of a name! A short lecture, in a monotonous monotone, upon the objectives of the course fell upon bewildered ears. Text books, lab books, work books, and just plain books were next set forth by the learned professor. All the while, student and professor were striving vainly to impress one another. Finally the bell rang again, and after five minutes, a repeat performance was reenacted. This went on all day intermittently and continually. After the last class, the bedraggled Freshmen went to the Bookshop to procure their texts HOW MUCH! They bought books, drank a coke-if they had a nickel left, and went back to the dorm. That evening the halls resounded with the scratching of myriad pens: Dear Folks, I bought books today. I am broke. Love. A laughing sun turned off it's light. The first day of college was history. Other days were to follow, however. Days that would be all too short for the many and varied activities. The memories of the first day would fade away-the future was destined to be enjoyable. Typical Freshmen classroom scene Psychology test Seventeen

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High pressure salesmcmship . THE GREEKS SELL THEMSELVES ALE CARNEGIE wouldn't have had a chance the hrst six weeks on the Hill. Little did the innocent suspect that the sudden interest and helpfulness on the part of the dignified upperclassmen was a cloak beneath which lurked the serpent of high pressure. pleasantly aglow, the young stood before unrelenting mirrors and searched in vain for the charm and personality that made their college elders ever desirous of their company. Many were the nights that midnight oil fitfully glowed upon secret meetings of the frats and sororities. Now this kid is just the kind we're looking for. Her father's just rolling in jack, and I ain't talking about hay. Ah, you just don't know the kid. I'm tellin' yuh he's got the OK. stuff. Every Monday night the echo of such declama- tions bounced from shadowed walls. Unnumbered drinks and cigarettes were dispensed. Smiles, hand shakes, inside dope on the profs, pleasant words were thrown about with seeming abandon. Invi- tations to dinners, breakfasts, etc. began to roll in. The fledgling's chest began to bulge- he didn't know what was in store for him! Garden parties, wiener roasts, barn dances, tacky parties, parties, midnight feeds, double dates-always with some newly acquired upper classman friend. just a Social Butterfly. No Beebe or Frazier could have led a merrier, or dizzier pace. The hour of reckoning was at hand-the final week of rushing. Thus far a very subtle campaign had been the program. There was now no longer time for palaver. Pressure took the fore: They're a bunch of rats. Look at our house. Of course, if you're not particular about your associates. You're too smooth to get tied up with that bunch of deadheadsf' I could tell you plenty about that group. -Talk, argument, holdouts, worry, persuasion, talk, indecision, headaches, one or two heartaches. Talk! Talk! Talk! Freshmen worried too: What ifl don't get a bid. I'll just leave school, that's what l'll dofi- Days and days of this-the eventful afternoon-and hnal- ly they pledged: Clark exhibits a Mu Theta Nu trophy to rushees X Addicks, Seiffert j and Banks Nineteen Schuster points out the local Lambda Chi chapte to Norris and Mueller during the rush season