University of Wisconsin Stevens Point - Horizon / Iris Yearbook (Stevens Point, WI)

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Hl-YA! Did you have a good summer? Can you pay me back that two bucks you owe me from last semester? Look, there's Bill and Joe! Hi there, fellows! How are you. anyhow? Let's go down on the lawn for a while. Gee—is it good to see you! Did you get your old room back at the Dorm? Good—Say I'm up on 'third', too! Tell me about everything. Let's see your class schedule. How about going over for a coke? So we meet the gang. Old acquaintances are renewed; new friends are made. Over the proverbial coke, we find that we have scads of things to talk over with our friends. We gab for hours about summer jobs—places we visited—gals and guys we met—new faces here at school—old ones that have failed to return. Our eyes search each booth in the Eat Shop for the sight of a friend, or someone we'd like for a friend. The old hangout is crowded. The mid-afternoon crowds of students fill it with young life and happy, friendly laughter. Fellows walk around with coke bottles to their lips —but with their eyes on the door for new arrivals. We leave our booth reluctantly, in spite of the fact that we shall be seeing the old familiar place many more times during the school year. We pass the Dorm... Girls are sitting on the steps and the porch comparing class schedules, discussing those things which are of most interest—and concern at the present moment.

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As we walk down the wide walk curving its way to the main entrance of the college, we wonder what is before us. We dream for a moment of things that will happen in this building, and we wonder if we will ever have a small part in carving its future. Our future. Here in the building we meet about seven hundred fifty other futures, each being moulded by the capable hands of our instructors. To all but the freshmen, we find meeting up with these old friends of ours, for friends they are, just as exciting as meeting our student friends. Yes, we are all here. Friends, freshmen who are about to become our friends, instructors and people in the town whom we have come to know. All of us, bound together by common ties, ambitions, hopes, and fears. All of us, striving to better our lives in some manner. So............. Mout Ijcui Jiaoe, Met OuA. Gait, We Patent 7a y u — 9 —