University of Pittsburgh - Owl Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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 What do you mean, ‘Yea California!’ Pitt is our team!” When Pitt played its first game, the students flocked to the stadium. It was one of the very few times that the football season started before registration. Pitt students wanted to catch a glimpse of their team under the tutorship of a new coach-—Johnny Michcloscn. The weather was warm and the team was hot. As the sultry weather sent shirt sleeves rolling tip and the sweat pouring down, Pitt trampled a comparatively soft California team 27-7. Pitt had begun its season with a strong showing. The students yelled and cheered. From the press box, the reporters fingered their typewriters and clicked out stories that Pitt was returning to the “big times” and that this was the year for a winning season. “There lie goes again. That makes it twenty seven points.' The day was hot.

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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.

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WWill Got tluit pig, brother! Then came Homecoming and along with it Greek Week. During the week long celebration, the fraternities and sororities put on a great show for the alumni. The first big event was “Festival of Fun. All types of games ranging from a frog race to a three-legged basketball game had the onlookers howling at the antics of the participants. Hut while many of the Greeks were participating in the games, others were building the house fronts that issued a welcome to the alumni. 44 One strike! Two strikes Three strikes . . . and out!