University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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'Y lf in spring 21 young mun's fancy turns to love, in the fall it is supposed to turn to study. But the warm Indian Summer days still beckon to many a student, making study indoors almost an impossibility. Some people solve the dilemma as these have: they take their work outdoors.

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Glimpse felt more than ever like part of the school, as they joined with the rest of the student body in a common performance, cheering the team on to victory. On Monday, the party routine was broken and the dreaded classes began. The new students were stunned and disillusioned. They wondered if this was the same K.U. they had known the previous week, as they worked for hours at a time and never seemed to get ahead. They feared that the fun for the year might possibly be over. But the weekend came and with it returned the good times and the parties, pushing worries of tests and themes temporarily out of freshman minds. After a few similar weeks the novices finally began to under- stand what makes K.U. so great and so loved. They began to realize that their main purpose for being at a university was to acquire knowledge and skills in preparation for going out into the world, and they saw that K.U., with its outstanding faculty and facilities, was one of the greatest places in the country to acquire this knowledge and these skills. They saw that the seemingly endless hours of study were neces- sary to attain their personal goals, and that there was still time for fun after the long week of study. The freshmen were growing up. Rapidly they were losing their adolescence and were becoming adults. Making this change was hard for some, easier for others. The change was brought about by many things-hard work with its many satisfactions, good times with their change of pace, and the new inde- pendence with its many lessons. The boys and girls from everywhere who arrived that first Sunday are becoming the men and women of the University of Kansas. 7 A FIRST glimpse of sociol life ' -? .W

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ances, Dates, Deans a-gtg,-T BUY YOUR JAYHAWKER HERE . . . an annual cry at The Activities Carnival. by LYNN MACQGOWAN As the seniors move out, taking their memories with them, the freshmen move in to make some. September 1 l, 1960, began a college career for over a thousand people, and also began a week filled with every kind of activity that could be squeezed into that period. Who can ever forget that first day of moving in, with huge crowds of people and the complete con- fusion that reigned over the entire 24-hour span? Waiting to meet roommates was a suspenseful time: beast or beauty, crab or comic? Who was to get the top bunk and the small closet? Although everyone tried to meet everyone else, perhaps the best-known freshman at the end of the day was Dr. Wescoe, the new chancellor. That night, at the end of the induction ceremony, came a newly-acquired feeling of maturity and freedom. The next morning, sleepy-looking groups gathered outside Hoch for placement tests, or assembled in Murphy for deans' meetings. After three hours in the warm air of the auditorium, some came out yawning or mumbling something about charlie horses from those -- seats. Later that afternoon, a watermelon feed took place at Potter Lake. Fun, but sloppy. Trying to slap mosquitoes was a risky business, for you'd either side-swipe the guy next to you, or smash somebody else's watermelon. During the middle of the week a Jayhawk Nibble, Activities Carnival and a Trail Room dance were held. It looked like everyone signed up for every- thing, if, that is, they got through the crowds to the booths. The dancevwas wild, except for the lack of dance floor, but the sidewalks were fair substitutes. A few days later a Traditions Dance was held in G.S.P.'s parking lot. Dance space was abundant there, but those cement dividers seemed to give a few people quite a bit of trouble. It is said that patience has its virtues. By now everyone must be loaded with virtues after finishing their physicals, enrolling, and book-buying. Those who had TB and flu shots and felt no pain, enrolled without getting any 8 oiclock Saturday classes, and didn't have to return a single book to the bookstore, deserve the Purple Heart. Orientation XX'eek can certainly never be forgotten -the mass slumber parties, the endless coke dates in the Union, the absence of homework, the dances, the picnics and the parties. By the time classes started the following Monday, everyone was a physical wreck, but who the hell cared? 9 We