Southeast Missouri State University - Sagamore Yearbook (Cape Girardeau, MO)

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John Muench and fellow skaters test the first winter's ice-and find it A quick meal and good conversation enter into the busy perfect. schedule of E. C. Gross and Betty Corey. Even the most rabid sportsmen find time for partying. Ice skates lie abandoned on a closet floor While their owner stretches before a fire- place or invades a holiday punch line. Crepe paper and mistletoe have their place in Winter living. On a Windy day, the Warmth of friendship Waxes strong over sessions of Christmas planning. And when gifts and decorations bring the desired touch of happiness to someone, an old friend or a stranger reached by the outgoing spirit of the season, there comes a glow that the grayest Weather will not quench. Mary Kuenke and Carol Peyton add final sparkle to Dearmont's Christmas tree. l Dr. Grauel and Mrs. Collins imbibe in friendly warmth and party punch at Sigma Chi Christmas tea. Santa and admiring child bring spirit of giving to State College. 29

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WINTER COMES TO CAPE With the first snowfall an electric excitement descends upon the campus. Books, typewritersg everything connected with the indoors becomes unbearable. Semo State is outside, admiring. Night holds a treasure of ghostly blue beauty that must be lived before it vanishes. Chance sidewalk meetings in the whiteness under a winter moon may gen- erate an abandoned fight in the snow or a skating party at Capaha Park. On the terraces and hills, outdoorsmen who have not succumbed to frozen toes forsake the bonfire and chatting skaters for sleds stolen from the gradeschool set. Youth and energy call out in the sparkling air, Comrade! Brother! Despite the morning's reality of scarves, galoshes, and salted sidewalks, the holiday air penetrates to the very classrooms. Students and professors find a common bond in the silences which proclaim that thoughts are elsewhere-on stalled cars, half-completed snowmen, the coming holiday . . . Cape S1c1ie's clock Tower strikes out first winter snow for all environs.

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Deans of Students and Dormitory Heads get together for a session of tea and sympathy. Seated: Dean David Strand, Miss Janice Auguston, Head Resident of Dearmont Quadrangle: Dean Mary Helen Flentge: Mrs. Nell Beall, Head Resident of Leming Hall. Standing: Mr. Ben Tomerlin, Head Resident of Cheney Hall, Mr. Carroll Walker, Head Resident of Myers Hall. IN THE DORMlTORlESz A NEW EXPERIENCE IN LIVING Early in September, the doors of the four Cape State dormitories were flung open, and in tramped a cross-sec- tion of humanity: tall or short, Wide or thin, light or heavy, rich or poor-on the outside. And on the inside? Well, that is a statistic impossible to figure. At any rate, over 7oo homo-sapiens found themselves confronted with a new experience in living. And the dormitories found themselves confronted with the most difficult task of all: catering to the individual Without losing sight of the group. According to the official information, residence halls are considered an integral part of the educational program of the College, playing an important role in the over-all development of the individual . . . with trained counselors and personnel assistants, and an active cultural, recreation- al, political, and social program, the College helps the stu- dent adjust to living in a social environment. But such a statement misses the real truth. Memories that are stored during a year of dormitory living are neither so idealistic 30 nor abstract as official sources would have it. Rather they are real and unforgettable moments that continue to haunt the edges of one's memory long after the experience is over: all-night bull sessions, card games, midnight hours of study andjor procrastination, dances, parties-official or not-, homecoming decoration chores, impossible per- sonnel assistants, impossible but unforgettable roommates, exchange dinners, Christmas guests, and most important of all: learning to make noise, learning to accept noise, learning to sing or play, learning to accept singing or play- ing, learning to be liked, learning to like, learning to be an individual, learning to become a meaningful part of the group. And then Spring came, alas, too soon. As he packed his bag, each individual stored belongings and memories with equal care. A final door was shut-for some, temporarily, for some, forever.