University of Pittsburgh - Owl Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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When registration finally ended and the figures were totaled, over eight thousand two hundred undergraduates and professional school students registered. The students and the faculty sat back to wait for classes while the Registrar's office begun worrying about where they were going to fit the increased enrollment. Students were back— ready for fun, for cheering and. yes, for studying. But I got to have that class card! Even the faculty had to worry about class cards. This freshman had to stand; there was no place to sit. With the tuition payment, registration ended.

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Some had to ponder over schedules . . . Others became angry when they didn’t receive the right class . . . A YEAR AT PITT THROUGH THE EYES OF THE OWL Selecting the highlights of a year is a difficult task. An editor must sift the important happenings from the trivial occurrences; the interesting events from the uninteresting incidents. What events are meaningful to some may he of no importance to others. How is it possible to pick out these features? The best way is to watch the students; their expressions, happy or indifferent; their enthusiasm over the different events. These people called students are the l est judges. Nobody liked registration. It was a gruelling race to obtain class cards, fill out forms, and pay tuition. The seniors moaned but the fact that only spring registration was left cheered them. Bewildered. the freshman plodded through it. The student body deluged the faculty and advisors with questions concerning classes, tuition, and credits needed for graduation. They answered with smiles, chuckling comments, and sometimes blushingly with. “I just don’t know.” Still others were completely confused.

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Hut what the heck! They still liad fun. It was wetter at Camp Kon-O-Kwee. It was wet when they left. But even with registration, some of the freshmen did receive a chance to enjoy themselves. Under the sponsorship of the YMCA, a group of freshmen, camp counselors and upperclassmen drove in buses to Camp Kon-O-Kwee. The freshmen were looking forward to the short vacation but the weatherman wasn’t cooperative—it rained the entire trip. In spite of the rain, the boys had a good time. They had a chance to learn some of the school songs, meet many of their fellow students, and become acquainted with the cheers for the first football game. And it rained and rained and rained.