Salisbury University - Evergreen Yearbook (Salisbury, MD)

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BUSY days followed for both freshmen and upper classmen. The night after registration found the faculty “on display ’ arranged in a formidable line from which there was no escaping. The ordeal wasn’t so bad, however, for everyone was friendly. Soon, freshmen, faculty, and upper classmen were chatting together amicably. “Miss Ruth ’ ever the hostess, dispensed punch generously. Dr. Blackwell, may I present . . . Another high spot of the frosh orientation program was the FRESHMEN - FACULTY - PARENT dinner. Parents from “The Upper Shore,” “The Lower Shore,” and from across “The Bay” chatted with their sons and daughters, and enjoyed Emma’s fried chicken and ice cream. They listened to the music of the String Ensemble, the songs of the Col¬ lege Chorus, and the good advice of the speaker, Mr. Howard Clark. 8

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THE FOLLOWING clay upper classmen, sophis¬ ticated old-timers, cheerily greeted one another and the faculty members. Knowing the intricacies of registration, that business was soon dispatched. Big sisters and brothers sought their little sisters and brothers. You know, that custom of upper classmen helping freshmen! And wasn’t it fun for sophomores, with memories of their own freshman days still ringing in their ears, to play the role of hosts and counselors? to them

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leamina The rats, freshmen to you, left home, as every rat does, with a sense of foreboding about college initiation. Upon finding that their sentence had been post¬ poned for the duration of the first week, the frosh proceeded to enjoy themselves. Postponed, yes, but not long enough! For, Monday of the second week found a typewritten sheet of paper, conspicu¬ ously tacked on the bulletin board! In¬ scribed thereon were certain RULES — such things as: NO DATES, name cards, pigtails, odd socks, wrong-side-out trous¬ ers, eight o’clock inspection, and so on — ad infinitum, or so it seemed to the freshmen. THE NEXT MORNING at eight o’clock, the sense of foreboding, which had been forgotten for a brief space, came back full force, and materialized into an embarrassing reality. And not only that — this “embarrassing reality persisted for T EN WHOLE DAYS! A “Party” AT THE END OF THIS “rat rule” period, a “party” was given and I do mean a party! The girls fared rather well. About all they had to endure was the elephant walk, a few extra smears of lip¬ stick and eyebrow pencil over the face, and a few other minor “incidents.” BUT THE MEN - “the gods” were against them! Few of them will ever for¬ get raw eggs, corn flakes and molasses in the hair, sandburrs, paddles, castor oil, and the famous “operations performed by the sophs. (Ask any freshman if ice doesn’t make a good knife, and if mer- curoehrome doesn’t look like real blood!) A Real Party T he last scene of freshmen initiation was laid in the gymnasium. Time — Friday night, September 20, the last night of rat rules ; occasion — a real party, where everyone danced and punch was served. Pen days of slavery (being slaves for sophs), although a little uncomfortable, left no visible mark on the freshmen ex¬ cept, perhaps, to mellow them. And besides, they’re remembering that — THERE’S ALWAYS ANOTHER YEAR! Sophs and frosh clash 9