Michigan State University - Red Cedar Log Yearbook (East Lansing, MI)

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ASUAL WAS THE WATCH- WORD OF YOUR SUMMER AT STATE. Class- rooms went out-of-doors. It was just what the Land- scape Architecture department had been waiting for, and just what the surveying students had tseen praying for. The broad sweeping lawn in front of Wells Hall was Coney Island come to Michigan. Sun decks of women ' s dorms and sorority houses were given a work-out in sun tan oil and smoked glasses, as every- one pooh-poohed the harmful effects of ultra-violet rays and nursed their burns. Students gathered in the grill for their morning cup of bracer and planned big exoduses to the quarry. Joe and Joan College looked dejectedly at last year ' s worn swimming suit and went searching for a new one downtown. Tennis courts near Dem Hall were busy from morning through the long twilights. Jennison ' s swim- ming pool resounded with wild shouts of laughter and games of water polo. It was often dangerously full. You gave your room maximum ventilation on the warmer nights. Buddies from down the hall came around too often to pass the time in nocturnal ses- sions which covered everything from Aristotle ' s uni- versals to the Tiger ' s pennant potentialities. You probably did a lot of just plain walking about campus to keep from falling asleep. Organizations did only enough to keep body and charter together. The State News was published every other day, while the gentlemen of the fourth estate took a much-deserved breather from rigorous dead- lines. The Spartan funny men were completely out of laughs for a few months. Student Council kept a skeleton staff to take care of whatever might arise in student government. It was a summer of Sabbaths. Of course, you probably noticed that competition was a little tougher for grades than usual. Despite a certain weariness that fell upon you occasionally, your classmates were likely to be a little older and more serious about their goals. The utility of the summer quarter was still the vital factor, no matter how many swimming parties and tennis games were arranged. Summer went to bed in late August with a yawn. ' 49, a year of accomplishment and good fun,