University of Montana Western - Chinook Yearbook (Dillon, MT)

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 Now for the new student. Sin is usually alone, and she glances around timidly and rather expectantly as she steps to the platform, as if daring to hope that some one might be there to meet her. Finally she finds some other poor frightened new student who is also desirous of getting up to the college but doesn’t know just exactly how to go about it. They nearly embrace each other as each discovers a fellow-sufferer. Together they grow suddenly brave enough to ask a bystander the way to the Normal, and are soon on their way to the final destination. The brakeman shouts “ ’Board!” and remarks casually to the conductor as the train begins to move. “Well, we’re rid of that mob till Christmas!” The next difficulty that the new student meets is the mystery of registration. She goes to the college and learns that she is to register in room 18. Since she hasn’t the slightest notion in the world as to where room 18 is. she wanders about in a maze of halls until she finds herself in the janitor’s store room. She is eventually rescued by a kind Senior, who is watching all the corners and ante-rooms for the hopelesslv-lost Juniors whom sad experience has taught her to look for there. The new Junior is taken to room 18. and there she Is presented with a dozen or so slips and cards, a catalog, and a program of the quarter’s work. She finds a seat, and, sitting down and spreading all her papers and cards before her. she strives vainly for some thirty minutes to find some solution to what is to her a variable Chinese puzzle. At last the instructor aids her in filling out the sheaf of cards after vain struggles on her part in trying to decide just what year she was horn in, what nationality her father is. whether her mother ever had chicken pox or not, and on what day of the month she herself entered high school. Page Twenty-Two '■XX'

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Cljinoofc, ’2lc X 0 Xiaa You svc them pouring; off the train as it stops at the Oregon Short Line depot, and if yon are at all discerning you can easily distinguish them—these old and new students. The old student is loaded down with suitcases and boxes, for she always finds when she returns in the fall that for some queer reason or other that trunk doesn’t hold one-third of what it was made to last spring, so the overflow has to he brought in extra boxes. Then, of course, she has another box containing eats, because she knows that her roommate will invariably greet her with. “My, I’m glad to see you! Got any eats?” And her summer hat has to be carried in a bag—it wouldn't be fit to be seen if it were packed in the trunk ! Besides her luggage, the old student is known by the air of assurance with which she deposits her bags and boxes in the waiting express wagon and. surrounded by a group of laughing and chattering school friends, goes off up the street. Phk« Twenty-One

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 Now that we have tin new student ready to begin work, let us pass quickly over her first pangs of homesickness when her roommate gets five letters and she gets not even a one. her first breaking of one of the rules and the lecture from the dean which naturally follows, her wailings over the fact that ‘'regular hours and lots of fudge” are causing her to take on flesh, and go on to her first final exams, at the end of the quarter. Pa x «• Tweni.v-Tlirw