Pittsburg State University - Kanza Yearbook (Pittsburg, KS)

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Figures Don't Lie Some wise old bird way back figures d i ' once said that ont lie No . w whether he was speakin about percentages and deci f mals or anothe o the question th ' E r side , ere remamsa o' p int of difference. But who likes fractions? Here is the dope on the hereafter side of the question. Ruthie is fiv f e oot, three and a half and ' the scale at 105. Sh ' tips e IS a blond and has green eyes. Wait, brother, I'm not through yet. She has a 33-inch bust, 22-inch waist and 33-inch hips. And most people agree that's plenty alright. Ten-mile Parade One of the most impressive events of the great American classic was the 10-mile parade on Tuesday during the week of the contest. All the girls rode in push carts made in the hape of butterflies with throngs of bystanders ushing at you constantl f y or autographs, the ' young senior said. S I' And g to native Kansas, she was notified that she had been selected Sweethe of Wichita. upon returnin art Music Major Ruthie is majoring in music. She is quite a well-known vocalist and has made many appear ances before various local college and civic groups She appeared with Pat Scalet, one of her Alpha Sigma Alpha Sorority Sisters, in the Kanza Variety Show. They sang several songs, but the favorite with the audience was their special rendition o Tallahassee f Ruth has also appeared in many student as- sembly programs and has always been received with enthusiasm. Military Ball After the crowning of the candidate from Ten- nessee as Miss America, the girls were the guests of officers of the army and navy at a military ball, the climaxing affair of the week-long event. We enlist d e men haven't got a chance Paul Hudson. H er an Ohn bass a wa Page 23 e's to prove that Ruthie look eve ' s equally good in 'hmg gown. Below b oy friend Chuck Klo- a, now attenolin K g U, and Ruthie go for lk around the college lake.

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I I I Wm K af X947 The Alpha's, following their old idea of get- ting the best looking girls on the campus, hit the jack pot when they pledged Ruth Richmond from Fort Scott. Ruthie began her September Atlantic City jaunt by first walking away with the Miss Pitts- burg title early last summer. Miss Kansas Clinching the trip to the East Coast, she broke back into the newspapers taking the Miss Kansas title. Winning the state title she boarded a train in September for Jersey with her mother as a chaperon. But here, with 54 best looking and best curved beauties in the country all parading in a heap, she lost out. Ruthie then returned to the campus to finish out her work on her degree. She will graduate this spring. At Atlantic City Ruth brought back with her many interesting tales of her Atlantic City experiences. While in the big city, she met many of the big-wigs. Mrs. Roxy of the Roxy theatre was director of the girls. fLucky gal, ehlj Ted Malone and Phil Regan were the masters of ceremonies. The young Kansas candidate for national hon- ors still contends her most scared moment of the entire affair was when she appeared before the auditorium full of people to sing My Wonderful One. But we all cried for joy when one of us won an honor, she remarked. I walked over to the center of the stage in the big auditorium and every light in the house was right at me. As far as I could see there were people. The rows seemed to go back until you wondered just where they stopped. One Big Family While in Atlantic City we lived like one big family, Ruthie said. What this country needs is more of such families. Everyone helped everyone else both at the hotel and at the various contests. Ruthie was awarded a scholarship to the Patri- cia Stevens modeling school. She appeared in many newsreels, and had interviews with many newspaper men. And watching her model a bathing suit, sweater or formal evening gown, we can't blame them, editorially speaking. It's not hafrd to understand why Ruth Richmond was chosen Miss Kansas of 1947. Do we hear long, low whistles? Page 22

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rqnycme gm I've watched the twilight slip away. I've seen a red rose fade. I've heard the closing measure Of a sweetheart's serenade. I've seen the big oak shed her leaves. I've heard a last goodbye. I'Ve Watched the smouldering embers. I know why lovers cry. But what a nice tomorrow, Roses with every Spring. A song for each new love And anyone can sing. Donna M add ux Page 24