Drake University - Quax Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

Page 13 text:

, 1 a o c Q o o u o A o o o u 0 o u o on a a n o n s o Ol 9 o n o , o n a a or , a . o , c oo o o on as no n n u ooesuoo 1 so no no ooo c o Ot Oil o n o o e coo o o s e on on o on on e Q can can o o va vuaoon s ooo no a o ooo Q on e u o o on so o use o anno o o o an o o ru s so o e neo one o a an coo an one o soon o arcsec o cocoa o casa no c eecooooo o o s a :ooo so n so no some o o anon no n s a soo o 1 onooooacs u soon as so ones Q s osvoooo an o o oeousou on ounce o aoonsoo Q scones s o o o o nnononocoao u vu o no ev ooooo con ooo s on oaosooaoooo ooo o s s o ooounonoouoooooso oss o we o ooooooosoooosoosa o oaeo canoe ooaoo a no o accuse ocuoeoo u as a s n coo can ocoaooooooaooooo u ocean oss n oeooaonu n o o o 1 uoonsooo ooosoooo uc neue can can sooo 9 Meanwhile, in the corner of the fieldhouse . . . Slowly they siphon down onto the fieldhouse floor where they're loaded with papers, cards, folders, and envelopes and sent along the roped-oft route. After a quick conference with ad- visors, a hasty filling-out of programs, they dash over to pull cards. With agonizing slowness, the line shortens, then the P.A. cracks and a voice announces, These classes are now closed . . . Groans and curses echo as closed-outs return to advisors and revamp schedules - a little less desirable than at first. Say, what did you say our phone number was?

Page 12 text:

Onward the 'A's' and 'Z's' ,i . 1 S f Ugh! Another schedule change . . . to the Assembly Line of Registration Through the fieldhouse front door tile the A's and B's, owners of such prized names as Aaron, Adams, and Brown. Through the fieldhouse side door sneak the Y's and Z's, unfortunates named Yancy, York, and Zimms. From all open- ings, they pour into registration f each seeking that elusive treasure, the perfect class schedule. Armed with much-thurnbed schedule books, uppercIassmen's advice on professors, well-sharpened pencils, and plenty of patience, students climb aboard the assembly line of registra- tion. The seemingly endless balcony wait is filled with voices - what do ya' mean, l need I6 hours of science? don't take that professor - he flunked me, business classes are just loaded with guys, man, l've got to get all morning classes - I can't hack another Friday afternoon lab.

Page 14 text:

There must be a shortcut to this system somewhere. After class cards are pulled, the finger-breaking, patience-trying task of filling out record cards remains. Even egotists get tired of their names after writing it on a dozen papers. Now they reboard the assembly line where they're hustled from station to station - each stop emptying card- filled hands and money-filled wallets. Finally, the last card is delivered, the last payment made. The finished product, the class schedule, barely resembles its predecessor - that perfect schedule, but what does that matter? They've passed the preliminary bout of registration and are now ready for the first round of classes,