University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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Goliath Bulhea aging. formes sports hero, w ' i probably the strongest most able j athlete to ever hit the Santa Clara Campus, Goliath was so powerful, in fact, he helped relocate the Jesuu - residence one afternoon merely by picking ».- up on a dare. After six years Goliath left Santa Clara and b ame successful barbell manufacturer back East. Now, eighty years old and one athlete ' s foot in the grave he decided to visit the Alma Mater he loved so well. After a quick stop at the Mission Church, Goliath made kr way to his favorite building— Seifert Gym. S It ' s not here! roared Goliath. Grabbing a handy, nearby freshman around the neck Goliath demanded, Where ' s my gym? The school tore it down, choked the freshman. But now we ' ve got a super-duper whiz-bang new activities center with a foam rubber floor and bubble roof and... My - gym ! ' ' Goliat eyes swelled with tears. ' ' j - I remember when we squashed St and U.S.F. in that gym. But now we hav freshman. . .. , No, lamented Goliaj only one great gym...Sief ... and better one, proteS t moments I ' ll remember ' - ' ' sri -i rjre frs J9i t j Cfr m h(f 16 tries, in her own inimitable way, to save the redwoods... University shoofs neighbors with cannon... Newly elected OCSA

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• the orientation of freshmen We spent most of Monday pre-registering, either that or sleeping. But I managed to wake up enough to join Frank at the carnival that night. He won a glazed beer mug at the ring toss and gave it to me, but I broke it. I didn ' t realize how many freshmen there were until Tuesday, when we all had to register. I must have spent half the day in the line wrapped around the library. I stood for so long, as a matter of fact, that when it came time for the University-wide dance on Ryan Field, I could hardly move my feet. Didn ' t see Frank all day. On Wednesday the freshman class took a bus trip to the beach at Santa Cruz. It was a beautiful day; Pam went swimming, but I didn ' t think it was that beautiful. I buried myself in the sand and watched the guys make human pyramids. It was hard to believe that classes would start the next day, but they did. What can I say? Write back soon and take care. Love, Elise ut on Saturday night... The Santa Clara ' s story of a summertime safari draws protests for weeks... Squeaky Fromme

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fall registration 17 fficers give annual futile call for involvement... The Santa Clara editorial criticizing Not to say unhappy and unblest sophomore Jinx Hardtimes was unlucky; it ' s just that nothing ever seemed to go right for him. Undoubtedly the worst setback in Jinx ' s life was fall registration. Jinx didn ' t like to encourage bad news so he was always extra careful. He showed up for registration two hours early, even though he knew he ' d have to bear the unbearable heat. But everything went so smoothly that Jinx couldn ' t believe it. He got in the basement of Orradre on time, there were no long lines, no horrible crowding, and no surly unyielding security guards. And best of all he got all his classes. h was, for Jinx, probably the best registration he had ever gone through. He thought. Gosh, maybe my luck has finally changed. Maybe I ' m finally on a lucky streak. And he was on a lucky streak, that is, until he got home and realized he had forgotten to turn in his class cards. It pushed him right over the Stop by and sec him sometime in the padded cell at the infirmary if you ha c the chance. He might be able to recognize you. iBronco football evokes prolonged edge.