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

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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 :% %

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. . . With Registration Trauma and Reunion With Old Friends . . . The most distinguishing feature was the lack of available classes. One really can ' t forget the scene in the Tennessee Room— students signing for classes that don ' t exist are a unique sight. I don ' t know what bizarre natural law dictates that registration days must be accompanied by extremes in weather, but it is so, believe me, it is so. Spring semester ' s opening day was no exception. (Deceptive name, spring— at least as far as registration is concerned). The unlucky people who didn ' t get to register on the first day silently cursed the closed section boards that broke out in red acetate until they resembled an advanced case of leprosy. The mere ring of the Computer Center telephone in the Tennessee Room struck panic into their souls. Disgusted sophomores with just over 30 hours would mouth about what they termed sadistic administration officials who close classes before they were full, knowing in their hearts it wasn ' t true as they signed for their evening classes. (If they were lucky they got evening classes. If they weren ' t lucky, well, they got Saturday classes, or wound up taking Rabbit Raising, Watermelon Cutting, or Basketweaving 306 —anything to get an open section). The students themselves tried as hard as any campus committee to inject a little fun into campus life. Congregating in the University Center and assisted by a guitar, a Frisbee, an occasional banjo or mandolin, or sometimes just each other, they played. ( You see, says one young fella in ' granny ' glasses, No one has yet bothered to explain to us that one comes to college to be Straight and Grown Up; Thus, he continued, we hairy, unencumbered, beautiful people proceed to actually enjoy ourselves. My gracious, something should be done! This is par for the course among MTSU students, and I ' m sure it has aroused the envy, at one time or another, of every Straight Student on campus. This is the dawning of the age of Aquariu-u-us . . . A tightening-of-the-belt budget policy this year forced the three campus publications and the radio station to make adaptations. It didn ' t affect the nature of the people concerned, however; COLLAGE, the MIDLANDER, the SIDELINES, and WMOT-FM were still staffed by the same group of long-suffering, dedicated, and probing students and harried ad asors. Closelv related in thier aims and goals, and often staffed by many of the same people, the communications corps chattered on through 1970. Jim Lynch, Jill Woodworth, David Page, Duane Sawyer, and Bill Phillips guided this group of Excedrins as they photographed, interviewed, reported on, broadcasted about, and wrote about ever ' major personality to touch the lives of MTSU students this year. And through it all Bill Phillips even managed to go to classes once or twice. Good work! JOEL WHITI SENATOR c ' fC.