Middle Tennessee State University - Midlander Yearbook (Murfreesboro, TN)

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r: Campus Comes Alive . . . Everyone arrives on campus during fall semester registrarion days trying to hit the line early to get the classes they really wanted this time, while attempting to re-locate a few of their friends in the process. Needless to say, they didn ' t all make it, because anytime one has eight thousand students all trying to do something at once . . . (Well, eight thousand is an overstatement, really. The two thousand freshmen had already registered during the summer and had nothing much better to do with their week than wander around and gape at the buildings). Wait— we take that back, too. The Associated Student Body, bless their little hearts, tried to make Welcome Week less of a pain by staging a really impressive slate of events. Beginning with a concert by the Town Criers, a versatile group of performers, the week unfolded with an orientation period (easing the pain of transition still more), a freshman talent show (what did I say about pain?), a Powder Puff football game, a picnic, a fun night exclusively for freshmen, a coffee house, a movie, a pop festival, a dance after the football season opener on Saturday— hey, guys, the freshmen aren ' t worth that much. Are they? The Ideas and Issues Committee bent over backward to fulfill their mission. Beginning with Ralph Nader and running the length of the political spectrum through Reid Buckley, Jesse Hill Ford, Al Capp, and Dick Gregor % they assaulted AITSU minds with biting social, political, and environmental questions. The MTSU minds responded, too. Nader ' s address, the first in the series scheduled in the Dram atic Arts building, drew such a crowd that all future speakers were given the gym. The oversized turn-out couldn ' t be explained entirely in terms of the people wanting to see a celebrity; it ' s good to know there are active brains on the campus. Everybody enjoyed homecoming in his own particular way, whether he was a student, an alumnus, or simply a Blue Raider football fan. Strangely enough, the less-than-ideal weather lent a uniqueness to homecoming that was amusing to see. While we all would rather have seen lovely Claudia Waller and her court resplendent in radiant sunshine, the sight of them trv ' ing valiantly to preserve their hairdos under umbrellas was captivating in its way. Unless you were the father that had to pay for a ruined formal. Sorry, Mr. Waller. - E9 ■ l 1 !■ » ■ .■n .i ;i ' % .■-.»■ ' — ; :- W . - ' y w V „ ll-Lo £

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. . . With A Return of Old Grads Homecoming 1970 was made up of a lot of little things, of which the 44-0 rout of Austin Peay was only a part. The Buchanan clowns, the victory keg (a first for this year), the floats, dorm decorations that degenerated into soggy pulp after the second day, the Apple Marys at the comer of Tennessee Boulevard and Main Street, and the pouring rain (which obediently abated at the end of the first half of the football game) all helped the 1970 gathering of ex-Blue Raiders remember other times when things they ' d planned didn ' t go exactly right, when a little rain fell on their well-conceived-ideas —i.e., their college days. The little things add up to the big thing; 1970 homecoming was a pretty big thing. BLUE Aider :% %