Ripon College - Crimson Yearbook (Ripon, WI)

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Homecoming R-I-P-O-N Smoke, flares, a battery of tin cans and the Frosh marching to the R-f-P- O-N from a dozen rusty throats- the torchlight parade moves down the town square. Straggling upperclassmen fill in along the sides, or ride sedately in Venus Napoleon (now deceased), or Seaver's Lazy Lizzy. Hurry up. Wayne, and stop making eyes at that red haired Fagan gird It’s only Dave running along side ready to le td a big cheer. Yeh. gang, let's go! No wonder Bill Dallaway has to stop his motorcy- cle in order to hold his ears when the Ripon cheers break into the sky. Then back to Prexy's pasture for the big bonfire- only possible through la- borious hauling by the Frosh (God bless 'em). Between the roar of a big flame and Pat's cheers, everybody's celebrating. Here’s Arch and the hand. The Alma Mater sounds with the crackling fire. Horn toots come from the roadway, yells of old grads, and the crowd moves off to campus houses there to chatter far into the night. Some try to sleep, but it isn't any use—too much noise by the Smith Hall boys ? ? ! But Saturday rolls around. Some are up early, slappinq together the last parts of the floats. Ten o’clock! We are down on the big square now wind blowing sand—horns tooting — old alumni calling a greeting. Well here come the Frosh! What queer looking specimens! Get off my toe. you lummox! Vir- ginia Klein glares up at Howard A left'. and he obligingly steps aside. It isn't long before the parade curves down the street—music—chatter of the crowd—a train whistle downstreet— and cold wind shivering over every- thing. Floats going by—the crowd moves forward to see. Frosh initiation on the square! Bart- lett cops the prize with the interpreta- tion of Kappa Sigma Chi song. The wind is sharper now. A grand old day to slug the pigskin for a touchdown! Won't be long till the boys lather Law rence. A few short spaces for dinner, then the crowd moves out toward In galls field flying banners the pep song blaring into the wind. Bleachers are filling coeds in furs. blankets— whistles and snatches of song in the air. Law- rence is getting stirred up across the field. Can't let them beat us to a yell. Here goes! The locomo- tive! Lawrence cheerleader col- lapses at sound??!! Redmen dash- ing down the field—the crowd's up—give 'em a hand. They’re at it—the pigskin sails across the field. It’s the first down, ten yards to go. Foam Lueck's out on the fiedl starting a grand yell. The half’s up—a big cheer Redmen are still plucky. Frosh llomc coming initiation.

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Herman Drowning, a tired swimmer, to put it mildly, is elated to find himself clutch- ing a life preserver instead of the pro- verbial straw; on the campus when one wants something accomplished in the way of repairs or help in house prob- lems. he looks for the Superintendent of Grounds and Buildings. In him. one finds a cooperation and willingness to serve similar in quality to the buoy- ancy of the life preserver. Very few students know the Super- intendent of Buildings and Grounds, but they do know Herman. It doesn't make much difference, however, since the former is the title of office and the latter is the bearer of the title. Born in Ripon in 1S76, he waited un- til 1905 to become affiliated with the college. Seven generations of students have entered, studied, and passed on during his “regime. Loyal as any graduate, he watches out for the best interests of the college closely, and fol- lows its athletic events enthusiastically. Besides his work on the campus, he has served ten years in public office, including four years as Chairman ol Public Works of Ripon. Fishing and a granddaughter. Yvonne, are his chief means of diver- sion. while an interest' in chain letters hold his attention at present. If we are to believe the modern econ- omists. our civilization demands that an individual become specialized in order to contribute any good to our society. Herman Gatzke, however, is one of those too rapidly disappearing jack-of- all-trades—he mows grass, repairs electrical fixtures, supervises FERA projects, and constructions on the cam- pus. and purchases various supplies for the departments, yet no one has ever accused him of inefficiency. Always smiling—always busy ' appears to be the motto of Herman—his never end- ing enthusiasm for the college and its welfare is surpassed by none and this perhaps is the reason why he is hailed by coeds and frat men alike as the friend of the Ripon college student.

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Delta Suj Wins Float Prize Coach stands up. Hard telling how much grass he has chewed to- day! Pretty hard on him. But the Red men never let go—they're at it. But the Vikings take the game. Hard luck for the Red men—15 to 9—but what a game! The crowd is gay. just the same —there they go — piling oft bleachers—cars moving over the field—grind of brakes, notes of the band drift across the field—people with blankets trailing alongside. There go the coeds, red sweaters, tarns—laughs—and the hoarse call of voices over the field. Open house at Harwood. Lyle. Parkhurst and Bartlett. How that coffee sizzles all the way down! Sand wiches. cakes, mints, fill up all the ex- tra spaces. Tracy house smoker from 5 to 7: Merriman banquet--the crowd scatters. Lights flicker on the campus. Bart- lett's big R vies for honor with West —serenaders down on the lower cam- pus; tang of frost on the air; a moon and stars. The Commons greets all homecomers. What a rush before the dance: flow- ers. dresses, programs and those extra dates. What a noise! And then 8:30. The gym filled with lights and a happy crowd. Wally Beau hands out the rhythm! Noise! music, a shuffling of leet. and calls across the floor. But it isn't long before everything is over. Just a snack after- ward downtown. You decide to meet tomorrow. Then roll in. Tired? Oh. my! How good that bed does feel! It’s Sunday. Seems as if you just rolled in. A few' groans and noises come from under your breath. And does your head hurt! But you manage to get up. dress, and go out to dinner- may be a walk afterward. Time goes. You'll have to say good-by. Odl grads leave—calls—laughs on the air—screech of shifting gears— waving hands. See ya soon!' Gradually homecoming goes. Your head aches worse. There are queer jumps in your stomach. A few' pesky grads around to make noise. Never again such a homecoming! But wasn’t it a grand and glorious feelin? If hr the llall --23-