University of Pittsburgh - Owl Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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The student began at the bottom. In the monstrous school-city that is the University, he belonged to the lowest rank in the vast hierarchy. As he made the long, lonely march up the Fifth Avenue walk, he often felt like an ant squashed by the heel of the upper administration. He felt that he was on the last, lowest rung of the ladder that stretched to the 40th floor. But his plight did not go unnoticed. There were those whose job it was to look down on him, care for him, and guide him as he wandered through the seemingly endless maze of his education. Where the clouds drifted around the Cathedral windows and the view stretched for miles, these people met in secret conference and decided his fate. But they did not make him a pawn on a chessboard, only a number in a gigantic IBM machine.

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30 The Tuck Shop was without a doubt the most crowded, the least air-conditioned, and the most over-priced eating place on the campus. It was also the daylight gathering place for all Greeks. It was carefully segregated into booths, and every Greek made sure that he sat in his proper booth, unless he wished to circulate among the sisters of the sorority across the aisle. It was the place to go to find out the latest rumors on the tuition increase, the starting time of Saturday night’s party, and the location of this year’s Greek Week Ball. It was a convenient place to waste an hour while the student was cutting a one o’clock class. But most of all, it was a place to eat lunch. The student could eat in the company of his chattering classmates, or eat his lunch alone.