Elizabethtown College - Conestogan / Etonian Yearbook (Elizabethtown, PA)

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ill Our roving reporter, Nancy Brubaker, roamed around campus until she found J. Blue-Jay III. For those of you who don ' t recognize the name, J. Blue Jay III, is the grandson of our school mascot, J. Blue-Jay. His portrait was seen hanging in the Jay ' s Nest, (his former nexting place). Once our roving reporter found J. , as he likes to be called, she asked him to reminice about the past year. What follows is an excerp from that interview. In my grandfather ' s time, this college used to start at a decent, time, September. This August stuff is for the birds - well, actually - it ' s not for the birds, it ' s for the students, thank goodness! I certainly pittied those chicks whose nests were on the third floors of the non-air conditioned buildings. September was hot! Oh, and ni never forget those nestlings, so newly hatched, trying to fit into college life, what ' d they call it? Oh yes, Freshman Orientation. Leapfrog in the dell was the funniest sight . . . the progressive hike, with all those roosters and mother hens cackling at the poor things . . . but they got .their revenge . . . midnight raids through the dorms, getting everyone out of their roosts! And visitation hours went to 10:00 a.m., my grandfather probably turned over in his final nesti;ig place! The semester progressed . . . with Trinell ■enson crowned at Homecoming . . . October Ireak ... the Halloween Dinner . . . soccer (my namesakes did so well, they made it to the MAC ' s) . . . Thanksgiving with that horrid custom of a bird for every table! . . . Christmas was beautiful, no snow, but they got enough of that later ... the Christmas Dinner . . . Santa . . . the Yule Bowl (and the eggnog with Yoder ' s secret ingredient) . . . door decorating ... caroling ... the winter concert . . . and the B-2 Bash got everyone in the Christmas spirit. Then all the birds flew the coup for Christmas Break, which they needed, as their feather brains were plucked! Spring semester brought the Creeping Crud!! (or the flu) and an energy crisis . . . classrooms at 65 degrees . . . dorms at 55 ... and limited hot water hours . . . what was worse was that the college almost decided to close down and go south for a month! The fledglings panicked, summer jobs would have been messed up! Rumors flew, If we shut dowTi for a month, we could still get out in early May if there was no spring or Easter vacations . . . That brought a loud squawk from the students . . . can you imagine going straight through school for a total of three months with no breaks? . . . they would have all turned into cuckoos. Lukily President Carter and the oil companies performed a miracle, and the crisis was averted. Campus life returned to normal. Friedly was up at all hours trying to stop strange objects from rolling into Ober, and the weekend ceremony of 50 students in a room socializing once more abounded ... the cafe began to notice that trays were missing ... Ah yes, the old spirit of fun had returned. Valentine ' s Day brought another delicious dinner . . . February quickly came to a close, with Spring Break on it ' s heels ... A few birds flew south, in hopes of discovering their roots. New pleasure awaited the students when they returned home ... A Dance Marathon, the disco ducks danced for charity a full 24 hours. Such dedication! Oh the fledglings were concerned about world issues, reminded me of the 60 ' s. There was Soup Day. a CROP walk, a

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ELIZABETHTOWN COLLEGE ELIZABETHTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA INDEX Year ' s Wrap Up 4 Administxation 6 Faculty 8 Sports 15 Activities 35 Seniors 69 Underclassmen 133 Advertisements 168 STAFF l?li Editor-in-chief Myla Easter ■ w Senior editor Donna Musser 1 Sports and Activities 1 v editors Peggy Stevens and Sandy Liberatori w- Photographers Jonelle Schwanger Dave Holcroft and Sandy Liberatori m Business Manager Louise Mancini H Copy Editor Eugene DeSantis 1 ' % CONESTOGAN i ZUG MEMORIAL LIBRARY .EGEI ,- !• 4

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4.« .r: : .$-. 4 .-i iV 1 P vX ' Ip ' n:iv heifer dedi( and on a ver, personal level, Big Brother Big Sister; Day. Monsoon Season began and time flew by . . . Songbirds sung in New England, ' ■, wrestling birds went to the MAC ' s, the wa. the female tennis birds did terrifically. All the sports birds came out . . . frisbees, footballs, and , softballs flew ... An occasional bird went swimming in Lake Placida . . . spring was definitely here. I realized how much the weather had changed when I happened to get a glimpse of Wakiki Beach in the dell. All those birds needed was water, a beach, and a few palm trees. I was waiting for the land shark to appear and steal a few of those lovelies . . . Although, that ' s not funny. Our little Ivory Tower was invaded, and many women remember nights they walked in pairs, or grabbed the nearest rooster to escort them back to their nests. The Junior-Senior Dinner Dance was marvelous. I love seeing everyone looking like peacocks! The TGIS Weekend was a huge success . . . everyone who started out on the road rally managed to find their way back to campus . . . excess baggage was sold at the yard sale . . . a bluegrass group played in the Brinser courtyard . . . and Jack Flash was amazing. The year certainly flew by . . . although I ' m sure many of the fledglings wanted a few more hours during finals week. The dormitories were never dark. The poor nestlings were in a state of shock, so much work and no time! A semester ' s worth of knowledge was condensed into one all nighter (or five). Nestlings were cracking under the pressure of being forced to study during Friday and Saturday nights!! But time was running out, and although coffee prices were high, enough coffee was consumed on campus to Ssj KSSfiW ' ■ ' ' pay the wages of all the coffee workers in Brazil! Zombies roamed around campus, waking up enough to throw a frisbee, or to partake of some liquid refreshment after a hard weeks work. time it was . . . until May 4th. The young nestlings returned home to their parent ' s nexts, and the fledglings were preparing to test out their new flying feathers in 4 days. I don ' t know how they did it, but a year ' s worth of socializing was condensed into those four days. Along with a lifetime of worrying, many fledglings had no where to fly after May 8th. The realities of a bleak future, with no nest of their own, or a nest with no worms on the table, began to sink in. Many realized the true test of their wings would not come on May 8th, but many months later. Still, they went through with graduation. They ' ll fly back onto campus as alumni, but regardless of the status of the young birds, all have fond memories . . . Pizza Town at 12:30 ... the machine take-over of the Jay ' s nest . . . talks with a good friend at odd hours . . . the meeting of a nest-mate . . . and the flock they associated with won ' t be forgotten . . . too many met friends that will last many migrations, storms, and the greying (and loosing) of feathers. The Blue Jays that graduated will never forget their home for four years. And the other nestlings . . . they ' ll be back ready for action in the fall of ' 77. After all, one flock flies the coup, and another is ready to take their place. There will be no end to the long line of Blue Jays . . .