Gettysburg College - Spectrum Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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Two minutes to get to class? Impossible-Guess 1,11 cut. Strangely enough, the infirmary seems to draw its big- gest crowd early Monday morning! Well, don't you all look cheerful this morning! Why don't we all take a little quiz together-you do the writing of course! 3. ,5 S !

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MONDAY FALLS WITH A DULL THUD Groggy, unshaven, half-dazed students, cursing a Spartan faculty and all advocates of early to rise? stagger to eight olclocks. Some are stimulated by cof- fee, some breakfast well on three cigarettes, others just stumble. Thoughts of the coming day cause qualms to a few, who seek refuge in the infirmary. However, most struggle bravely through lectures, convocations, and labs. Guided by the professors, students study every- thing everywhere. In the Bullet, linguists mumble translations to the tune of uPlease Mr. Custer. Psy- chology majors eye one another carefully for signs of neurotic tendencies and biology majors carry with them the faint scent of formaldehyde. Music majors pound out harmony assignments whenever they hap- pen upon a piano, and the familiar blue phys-ed uni- forms dart from place to place. As the classes drag on, that meager breakfast gnaws out its revenge. The bells must be on the blink again. At the signal, reprieve is at last granted and com- posure is lost as a horde of students race to lunch. The dining-hall lobby soon becomes a mass of humanity, while those already eating are absorbed in analyzing the repast. The food might not always have been sa- vory, and the service not always rapid, but the dining hall will always be remembered as a place where friendships were made and problems were hashed and rehashed. Mail call brings either elation or dejection for eager students who trek to their mailboxes. Itls hard to tell whose dejection is greater-the ones who got no mail at all or the ones who received mail but forgot the key. After the wear and tear of the morning, most stu- dents succumb to somniferous temptations, but for the brave souls who resist this allurement, a rendez-vous in Schmucker Library awaits-a rendez-vous with erudite scholars of old. Concentration becomes difficult because of the rustling of pages, the scraping of chairs, the shuinng of footsteps, the muffled ringing of telephones . . . the person at the next table. Thus the would-be intellec- tuals join their contemporaries in succumbing to a quick snooze before plunging into an evening of meet- ings, supper, meetings, studying, meetings, meetings 13 X; we? 'r' Take your choice, itls either fuchsia pudding that trembles all over, or these little butterscotches. What an imagination! Now just excuse me . . . if youlll just move your elbow a tiny bit I can get that letter . . . it looks important too . . . Oh, a church bulletin.