University of Michigan - Michiganensian Yearbook (Ann Arbor, MI)

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The Mad Rush As soon as the last steamer trunk is unpacked and put away The campus plunges into the fall rushing period. Perplexed freshmen, struggling to orient themselves, Find still another question mark added to the confusion: Shall I rush or not? Do I want to pledge? U rrhina minds evaluate the Greek system from every angle. Some drop out, overwhelmed or unable to make a decision. Others travel on through the maze of parties and smokers, Anxiously awaiting the golden day when bids are issued. A disappointed few find they have been lost in the shuffle; Soon they realize that the magnitude of the undertaking Makes it impossible to satisfy every house and every rushee. But the radiant jo y on the faces of those chosen for pledging Shows that for many, the strain and suspense are worthwhile. Chatting informally, rushees and actives discover common interests and play the do you know? game. The gay shrieks echoing through the streets of Ann Arbor inform every- one within earshot that Bid Day has arrived with all its glorious jubilance. Adding to the uproar of sorority pledging, capricious fraternity men usually discover that their antics earn them a cold, impromptu shower.

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Freed from the classroom ' s air of formality and tension, students meet with professors on a secluded bench, to chat casually or exchange opinions. Grove of Academia The central campus area, criss-crossed by diagonal walks, Changes moods as quickly as a chameleon changes colors. This is the site of quiet conferences with professors, Who impart wisdom from a bench beneath spreading trees. As Aristotle met with his students in Athenian groves, Professors hold classes on shaded lawns in the spring days ' , Students trekking home for lunch pause to watch diag stunts, Costumed singers warble from the general library ' s steps; Or a group of flappers dances a frantic Charleston All to advertise a forthcoming campus stage production Elsewhere, an honorary may be holding its initiation. Weirdly costumed, the elect gyrate through Surrounded by throngs of delighted spectators. In the evening, all is silent, lights blink sleepily At oblivious couples plodding homeward, weary but happy. The sun filters through smoky haze, smiling a benediction upon preoc- cupied people who bustle across the Diag on their individual missions. If re . ? xv m m J, tt r I E