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

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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

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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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Nothing like a man for men around the house. Morlene Longwood, Normo Tunt- land ond Anita Wcstcrgoord ploy hos- tesses to Larry Nesset, Hoppy and Selmer Hogcn. Come Into My Parlor Not every day do you walk into the girls ' dorm and find men in all the rooms. Not that they (the men) would object, but it just doesn ' t happen. How- ever, after approximately 592 hours of house-cleaning (grand total, that is) the gals were ready to welcome their guests to the WSGA open house. The entire scene looked something like an ant hill in full steam. Heard it said that one busy little ant paid his way through fall quarter by re-selling the candy he collected going from room to room. Never can tell though — it might be just a story. The first all-college mixer was the Union mixer. After a free movie in the auditorium, Staters rushed to the Union for free food. And if you got tired of playing bingo or ping pong, you could play let ' s hit each other over the head with the shuffle board mallet — or you could throw darts. Still haven ' t figured out why there wasn ' t a target to throw them at. Better late than never, the entertain- ment, Obert Knutson, arrived with his pantomime act. V. V. Volstorff pours the drinks as Barb Chombers and Bob Mocck look on open-mouthed. Mrs. Stoner seems occusfomcd to this sort of thing. Twenty-three