South Dakota State College - Jack Rabbit Yearbook (Brookings, SD)

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. . . oh, what am I going to take? . . . well. I thought . . . have to take chem- istry? oh . . . have to take English? . . . I see . . . have to take social science. . . (this is beginning to sound like work) . . . How about my taking . . . can ' t do that, huh? . . . aptitude test? . . . English test? , . . I. Q. test? . . . right now? . . . I just got here . . . how can I make out a schedule when I can ' t figure out the book . . . look, these two classes come at the same time . . . new schedule? . . . I just got this one figured out . . . yes, I ' m still here . . . sixth time around with this schedule . . . Hi, roommate! . . . wow, would you say this is living! . . . neither would I . . . what ' s on for tonight? . . . dance? . . . sounds like fun . . . (must be a catch, though) . . . puff, pant, what a rat race . . . where did all these people come from . . , and who told them they could dance . . . look at my shoes . . . going to feel good to sleep all day tomorrow . . . seven o ' clock? ... in the morning? . . . more tests! . . . more counsellors! . . . tour of the campus ! ! ! NUTS !!!... oh. excuse me, I didn ' t realize I was being noisy . . . yes, I ' ll be quiet . . . sorry . . . Ah so, freshman week goes on. And on. And on. Eventually the last test is taken and the schedules are scheduled. The frosh sink dizzily into the nearest chair (preferably over-stuffed) and try to revive their numbed spirits. Top; Alligator is unimpressed by the huge enrollment figures. Perhaps the possibility of o meal in the offing is more appealing. Middle: These boys obviously don ' t realize the ratio is now only 4 ' 2 fo 1. Bottom: the solution for schedule conflicts . don ' t go to classes. Twenty-one

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i i: Autumn Rustles Students Hustle Huzzah! . . . the campanile chimes in another school year. With all the gusto and stiff upper lips that they can man- age the freshmen arrive. Bright-eyed and smiling they surge forth upon the campus. Of course they own the world, and so what if it ' s Dad ' s money. Just a minute and this slight confusion will be under control. But lo . . . who is that lurking over there? The one with the tired eyes and the sneering lips? It ' s an upper class- man! Stop quaking in your white bucks and run for cover. What sir? . . . well, no, I didn ' t know I couldn ' t do that . . . er, what was it I didn ' t? ... I didn ' t stop traffic so you could cross the street? . . . Kangaroo court, sir? . . . never heard of it . . . initiation? . . . (this wasn ' t in the cata- logue I got) . . . Wonder who that guy thought he was . . . hello, Mr. Counsellor! . . . my I didn ' t bring one with me major? Well, I ' ll be darned . . . there actually is on end to those confounded stairs. Several exhausted freshmen who have just completed their tour of the campanile relate their harrowing experiences to a group of owe-struck initiates awaiting their turn to attempt the climb. Twenty

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And here we have some of the most talented members of the freshman class Jolene Johnson, third from right, is vigorously applouded by fellow talent-showers. Frosh Flaunt Talent Just as if the upperclassmen didn ' t know thiey were on campus, the frosh were ready to prove their worth by pre- senting a talent show. This year ' s Cot- tontail Capers featured fifteen fresh- man acts. The cottontails did themselves proud too. Jim Rochovitz won first place, based on the audience ' s applause with his September Song. And another song- ster, Jolene Johnson, rated a first place from the judges. The show did go on! With entertain- ment jumping from songs topantomimes, from magicians to dancers. During the lull while the judges were vainly trying to pick best acts (probably they wound up flipping a coin) the master of cere- monies, Clark Abrahamson, rambled around the stage giving out first a joke and then a song with the aid of his trusty ukelele. One of the most populor acts of the evening: Jim Roch- ovitz sings September Song, accompanied by Toi Kangus. Twent.v-two