Oberlin College - Hi-O-Hi Yearbook (Oberlin, OH)

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Uj)l eicl{iisiiieii a)id freshman balloons, chicken ami barbecue sauce. Huineeouiiny, and Ihe first all-cotlei e bailiiiu : Mary Chorlian, Tom Gelehrter, and Jim Siecaringen make the ajtprof riale comments as Raljjh Dupee and Lou ISern- iiarilt prepare Ihe feast.

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As he came out of the SecretaiYs office and walked toioard Peters Hall, he 7iian ' elled at the manner in which these bhiebooks were sold. A whole pile of them were kept on a rack with an open cardboard box on one side. There was a little notice indicating the price, and lie had only to drop a coin into the box and pick up the requisite number of books. No one was there to make sure that he had paid. or. to take into consideration even the extremest possibility, that he had not surreptitioiislv remolded any of the coins that were already there in the box. He xcondered what -would happen if the authorities of colleges in his country were to tiy and rel in a similar manner on the lionesty of the students. Not only in connection icith buying things, but also methods like the Honor System of ex- aminations in which no invigilators loere present and students assumed responsi- bility for the elimination of dishonesty. In all probability the attempt would have to be abandoned before long. But then, students in his country faced conditions so totally different from those obtaining for their American counterparts. Besides, one could ne-ver tell for certain. For all one kneic. it might work there eijiially xeell. The bluebook went loell. He came out of Peters Hall and stood for a moment gazing at the trees in Tappan Square, standing there in the breeze, shaking their leaves gently like mannequins sxuaying their clothes. All around him stu- dents were either parking bicycles or taking out parked ones. The bicycle was a veritable .n ' mbol of Oberlin College! So many students used it . . . She also used a bicycle. He wondered where he ought to look noic. The C.onseri ' atory U ' ould be a likely place at this hour. That -was a place -where he ahways felt a little unsure of himself, knowing as little as he did about -western music. And in any case, it -was a bit unnen ' ing to be in the building where there -were more Steimeay pianos tluui anywhere else in the world! Ko wonder he should have heard about the Consenmtory long before coming here, in his oiun country more than ten thousand miles away! In one of the rooms he came across a friend of hers practicing on the harp. Q iiile casually he elicited the information that it tuas the Art Building -which -was the more likely place. He hadn ' t been to tin- Art Building for quite some time no-w. When xeas it he last -went there? When they had that exhibition of old manuscripts? No, he also iveni to that other exhibition, of eastern clothes, which ivas held later. .4s he picked his -way through Tapfmn Square, his eyes -were fixed half-seeingly on the ground, and once he paused for a moment to absently -watch a small circular piece of white paper which the wind s-wept up from someu ' here and tossed onto the path before him. A scene from the Gilbert and Sullix ' an play. lolanthe, suddenly came back to his mind, that of the Faiiy Qiieen chastising the mortals. He could see it all -vividly, the mortals, the kneeling fairies, the gesticulations of the mortal in front, the small -white circle on his cape . . . A girl who .uit studying under a tree semaphored hallo to him -with a languid move- ment of her hand. He -wished her back, stopped for a moment to light a cigar- ette, and then -walked on. .4 remarkably -well-produced play. Those other plays before it: Hedda Gabler and Androcles and the Lion and . . . But here was the Art Building. The room in lohich the students painted -was a bit cro-wded. In one corner a girl was showing her -work to a professor. That, he felt, -was a thing he rather liked, the way students here could come into personal contact with the teachers. She icas nowhere to be seen. Paul and Debbie were going out through the door. Debbie luas tall, and in her chestnut hair zoas a ribbon tied into a bow which from a distance looked like a large bee -with outstretched -winss

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In Oholni (ibiiiil tu jly off. He kiwiv both ii lliciii well. Tliex slopped to say linllo to linn, fyoiii their eoiwersation lie ioinid out tlnil .she liiid probably iioiie to the Sniuli Bin. They, too, were going there. ] ' h don ' t oii join rv? Paul said. The Snack Bar ivas a place -where you just sat on and on, resolving every fifteen minutes to leave icitliin the next fn ' e minutes. Sometimes, liowei er. you did succeed in summoning up sufficient xi ' ill-poiver. and then oii woiilil get up determinedly and xealk down the corridor into the ping pong room, or, if it xeas night, stroll into the dancing-hall ' a ' ith your partner. The Snai k Bar was a place where everyone talked, and believed that the otiieis were listening. In short, the Snack Bar was eve)ything that a Snai k Hai should be, bat for one thing. It had no types. No expansive proprietor xeitli jantastii manners, formidable paunch and ris(jiie anecdotes, nor any impossible old waiter loho referred to dignified professors patronizingly, casually, as though they -were still the freshinrn hi ' had kno-,cn years ago . . . Niot just the Snai k Bin. he (ell. Elseivhere. too, the types seemed to be disappearing. Peol le had become so loiiscioiis about manners that 10