DePaul University - Depaulian Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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The action is at a standstill as students lose interest in the ball, and individual fighting ensues. The freshies and upperclassmen converge on the ball at the blow of the whistle. hmmx m

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The voting machine allows for complete secrecy. Posters . . . Propaganda. . . Paraphernalia. . . Promises . . . For all elections, except SAC representatives, the fa- miliar cardboard ballot box and paper ballot are used. On a small demonstrator J im Cella shows students how to use the voting machine. Its late October, and with the brisk break in the weather comes the stimulation of a new season . . . Already small groups form. The noise which begins as a buzz gathers momentum and bursts into a roar as politi- cal enthusiasm grips the student body . . . The annual campaign for class elections has begun. Thoughtfully organized party plat- forms are distributed in the cafeterias; confi- dent, smiling faces glued to posters dangle from bulletin boards; propagandistic de- vices encouraging the careful selection of officers circulate throughout all levels of university life. When the announcement of the election results is made at the Politi- ciants Ball, the joyous enthusiasm reaches its peak . . . These are our student leaders.

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Father Minogue and Father Galvin are the referees of the contest, but their officiating has little to do with the outcome. The remains symbolize the air of uselessness and disgust which accompanies defeat. Progress all over the Lincoln Park area is not exclusively for the good of DePaul. Improvements in the field at Racine and Webster forced a change in the site of this years pushball contest. Like irregular Legionaires, the frosh and upperclassmen trudged to North Avenue beach, followed shortly by the biggest beachball ever to hit the scene. N aturally, the frosh won, but it was a hard fought battle. Sometimes it looked like a multiple wrestling match. F ather Minogue directed the melee, as he is wont, and tinally enabled the two rugby-like teams to move the softer than usual ball by having it lifted into the air and batted back and forth rather than pushing it in the sandy footing. To cool the heat of battle, or for some other reason, both teams edged into the lake and were soon chasing the ball as far as the bird-topped row of pilings. The best crowd of spectators in the memory of current students egged the opponents to greater etTort, tomatoed them, and wet-sanded both sides quite liberally.