Kansas State University - Royal Purple Yearbook (Manhattan, KS)

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v r 1 n H J T r 1 i h C H A P T . V THE L L C A L L E C H A P I . 2 G I D A N C E A CHAP! G V E R N M E N I L THERE WILL BE A MEETING IN SPECIAL R E C G N I T I COME ALL YE E A I T H F II L E , BOARD AND BROTHERHOOD E E R S TIME T F L L E N G E S TALENT C H A P T. 9 C HAPT. CHAPT THE PARCHMENT PARADE P R G R E S S I N G — T A CERTAIN DEGREE AIDS TO COLLEGE LIVING

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r ,v?cgg. wcnf The Wildcat scream — the scent of wet limestone after a soft spring rain — the face next to you in lecture — high notes from Matt ' s clarinet — the sleepy chill of a winter seven o ' clock — a hand of bridge at the Union — the chime of a clock as you cram over coffee — the click of train wheels taking you to and from vaca- tions — the odors of stale smoke the morning after a bull session. These things are Kansas State. Or are they? These printed pages will help you decide — will keep your memories clear — will record the places you went, the way you lived, the people you saw, the feelings you h ad, the way you danced and the way you laughed, some things you learned — some things you have forgotten. S I A I [ HER 8 5 I H

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I T REALLY isn ' t much of a Hill — you don ' t have to shift into second to make it — but then it ' s been called a Hill a long time and probably thinks it is one by now. Anyway, the slope of ground is not the important thing about this hill. The important things are the people and buildings, the trees and curving walks. Signs all over the Hill tell you that the Kansas State College campus is one of the most beautiful in the country. Well, really, you don ' t need to be told. Look at the icy mist that hangs in the trees and bushes early on a snowy morning — at the bright green dip of the grassy quadrants — at the almost church-like windows of the library. And this Hill deserves veneration. Nearly twenty-two college generations have studied on it, sur- veyed it, plowed it up, danced, walked and sat on it. The Hill has almost become a city. It looks a little surprised at the way it has grown, but not dis- pleased, and trying hard to push aside the mushrooming of barracks around its skirts. More feet pound its pavements in one semester than it ever thought it would suffer from in two years. Cars line up impatiently on its slopes and narrow drives, forcing parking lots to take over large stretches of lawn. Despite the havoc unheard-of enrollments have wreaked, the Hill seems smug and complacent. It has its old books, blackboards, limestone arches and professors, and thoroughly regards itself as a fountain of knowledge for the youth of Kansas. Maybe the Hill is right. f