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

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Campus tours led by disdainful upperclassmen, foolish enough to come back early, union mixers, new acquaintances, harassed counselors, scores of official welcomes, eagle-eyed house mothers, restricting hours, memorizing the Yellow and Blue, registration, long lines, dilemma, confusion .... Freshman week. Upperclassmen converged. Order was restored, college officials tallied up the enrollment and discovered that 3,215 students had squeezed themselves into the confinements of the college and city of Brookings. Housing, as always, a major problem. City residents opened attics and cel- lars to homeless young college men. Women tidied up dormitory rooms. Everyone took time out for a cigarette, and revved up for another year. :. i)i-w, ' Harlan Ihrke, superior upperclassman, leads frosh on tour of the campus. Over there you see the Campanile, I ' m sure you wouldn ' t want to climb it. 21

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Anxious parents kissed bewildered offspring good-by, leaving them to em- bark on the wonders and evils of a col- lege education. For most it was a last- ing beginning of a long four years. Others didn ' t last the week. One hardy fellow with good intentions landed on campus, looked it over, failed to find anyone he knew, went home. Saved himself from the red tape in- volved in getting his registration fee back. And then there are entrance exams. IBM pencils in hot little hands, the Frosh waded through ten scores of them, got psychoanalyzed, brainwashed and IQ ratings all at the same time. A lucky few escaped the rigors of first quarter English. Sunday best, reception line, names mangled, stroll about the garden, spot of tea, stilted conversation, back home, old clothes, relax. The Freshman reception . . . Finis. 20 Freshmen making use of college rec- reation facilities . . . smiles, happy faces. A test is a test, and one just has to make the best of it all. These don ' t count for grades anyway. Below, an upper classman going through the rigors of registration, not at all confused. Con- templation, thoughtful and scholarly . . . goes to show that a person ' s state of mind should never be judged by his out- ward appearance.

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COME BACK UNPACK WALKOUT The Jungle and dens of iniquity down- town were scenes of homecoming activ- ities. Coffee and a few brews were con- sumed . . . long lost friendships revived. Live in the present, forget the future . . . classes, books . . . rehash the summer. In the evening, the registration dance . . . look over the freshmen girls, pretty good crop . . . men smile . . . upperclass women frown . . . contacts made. Handy thing, the registration dance. The question of the year, how to squeeze a lifetime ' s possessions into a 2 by 4 room. Wait till she finds out there isn ' t any closet. Every fall the mail order catalogue is deluged with orders for wardrobes, and card board boxes fashioned to resemble bedside stands with drawers in them. Below every- one looks confused, of course, what else but registration. 22