University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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. • you forgot the glad-to-be-back feeling that went with the last few days of September. Remember when it all started—way Then events started closing in on back in September? The Old Hill you, and between classes and looked pretty good during the first few ends . . weeks But then the T.C.U. game came along, and everybody dropped everything in one mad rush and headed for Kansas City. You didn ' t mind the rain . . . . . . even though it began to get a little obnoxious after the first two hours. You stuck it out, and realized what a wet state Missouri really was. A=ONNE ri■MM; 1-KP44.1:- Registration, Rush Week, and Enrollment came in quick succession, and you began to wonder if all the hustle and bustle was worth the effort. The little things began piling up. Get your picture taken, get checked for T.B., get your classes, and get your books , . . if you could. ecuedediey felltetedeer

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Keith Wilson Larry Simmons Badime44 Maita9e4 FRIENDS A D FROGS A Chromatic Essay 4 %cSa ,1-iozope (Title from Aristophanes) When I first came to K.U.—need we clutter up this true confesion with dates?—we used to have chapel. Every day. For fifteen minutes. It came tween the second and third hours, and was a ful pause in the day ' s occupations. You drifted in from some room in Fraser -Hall, seated yourself, and prepared for rest. The woodwork of the chapel was in its original state—mid-Victorian walnut—before the hand of the desecrator—I mean decorator—was laid heavily on it with paintbrush dripping a clammy gray that gave it--to go Gilbertian—the bloom of cold gravy. It was warm and brown and cozy, and there was a pulpit and a bible. And the deep voice of Dr. Frank Strong boomed out, exhorting the men to be earnest of purpose, and to continue to lieve in God, even though they had learned thing about splitting the atom, or whatever it was they learned in science class. I never knew. I was in two science classes. My adviser was a zo- ologist. Need I tell you that I was at once enrolled in an afternoon zoology class? Oh. Well, then, I will tell you: I was. And when I went to class, the very first thing we had to do was to cut up a frog. There at the desk sat my adviser. I realized that I had been shanghaied. I jumped overboard, swam right back to the wharf, and asked to be released. I was leased, all right; but only to be shoved into another science class. In the words of the song, Oh, science, I gotta be where you are. Do you have to cut up things in this class? I demanded of my new instructor. I was desperate. And fearless. Or almost fearless. The teacher was kind and patient, and explained that there would be the mini- mum of cutting. Ah! That there now minimum! I went up to class one afternoon—this was also an afternoon session; and now listen, just listen to the fuss being kicked up by present day students against such regulations—the sissies. But we were strong and faithful and noble and we took it on the lam. I went up, opened the door, took one look, and fled. Every table held a pan of dirty brown wax, and on every slab of wax lay a pale frog, upturned, aw aiting results. Oh, dead, of course. The place was a morgue. I sat out on the steps (of what is now the ism building) and cried. Then I dried my chief, and cried some more. Finally, I began to feel conspicuous—a thing I abhor!—so I got up, still softly sobbing into my wet mouchoir, and, mined to hide my tears from my fellow-students, I stumbled down the dark corridor to another room, and opened the door—on another class of students, all happily engaged in cutting up their own personal frogs. I went back to mine. By this time my teacher had cut him up; so I drew him. I was pretty good at this; and I was really awfully good at microscope work. I would find out beforehand what we were supposed to see. (Continued on Page 87)

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.. or bat the breeze, As October came around, courses became rougher. Yet, there was always time to beat out the boogie .. , The Governor came over from peka and shook hands with everybody at the Union Open House. The Chancellor and the Faculty always . . . large and small events, alike. turned out for .. 974st Tactedetioot 7a Tea State Time Magazine had a story in it about the great influx of new convertibles because of the rich wheat harvest. But Time Magazine and Ancient History and everything else were forgotten when Friday rolled around, and the T.G.I.F, club met. Sat