Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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Library -if es ' .j d. snel omygod i forgot to renew my honors books ... no matter what the temperature outside it ' s always well above 220 inside . . . why is the library clock always different from all the others . . . menagerie: mice in the stacks and ants on the bathroom wall . . . these books are late, but i have a very in- teresting excuse . . . mungbat ' s home . . . you mean the faculty never have to bring books back . . . mr. williams knows every- thing . . . peele (smiling happily) i sent out seventy overdue notices today . . . the broken triangle sounds the knell . . . can i have hgrs, sbc, csrg, bku, pmpo, ustnec, and spssi 2 . . . who is mr. shaw? . . . did you look on the sorting shelves . . . aspirin, ink, change, pencils, scrap paper, matches, and band-aids available at the circulation desk . . . practically support this library in fines . . . cookies and insults mixed on Sunday afternoons. g. togasaki, m. dukakis

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. . . time to turn in . . . check out you guys . . . time to get some sleep . . . sure there ' s a God . . . time to sack out . . . two more pages and i ' m done, honest . . . hey, that window ' s more than one-third open — remember the agreement . . . goodnight . . . sleep well . . . crying hoagiesH hoag- iesH alive alive, oh! . . . zzzz. j. finkelstein, m. dukakis c. lehmann-haupt, d. senn 11

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c. smith, m. klemperer, s. lasch, m. menaker . . . only one copy on reserve, but there are 200 people in the class! . . . for a thrill- ing aesthetic experience sit in the browsing room at 12 noon and listen to the clock . . . introduction to contemptible civilization and shepherd ' s hysterical atlas . . . each room has its own personality — reference room, the fluorescent beehive and freshman study hall — periodical room, is lite here yet and honors students surrounded by tons of books — stacks, noisy book truck, poor light, whis- pered giggles — yet it ' s always full — brows- ing room, people sleeping, newspapers all over, and bong, bong, bong, bong, bong — friends ' library, sometimes the quietest hush; other times the rattling radiator and the whirring microfilm drive you mad, mad, mad . . . speaking of mad, it ' s on general re- serve . . . creative writing group in the men ' s room — if you guys want to write stuff like this why don ' t you go to Cornell where they print it in the literary magazine . . . seniors coining down after graduation — it ' s always been my ambition to shout in the reference room — then they look around and don ' t do it.