University of Cincinnati - Cincinnatian Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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The call of the wild was summoning us again. College life had beckoned us from summer hibernations and the spirit of youth was upon us. After cramming the room into our age-old baggage and wearing out the family phone with last minute good-byes, we were Cincinnati bound. The aisles of the train were teaming with college buddies swaying back and forth from the club car to the diner. There were bridge games, buzzing with no trump, pass, and double and many window gazers with summer romances still fresh in their memories. Songs of all sorts sprang up at regular intervals and before we had time to sit down to enjoy the Ladies Home Jour- nal, we stepped onto hollowed ground. Cincinnati— we ' re back to the big city of beer, the symphony, and the ball club, where the college man and woman are only a small part of life in the big time. Breaking over the horizon of the seventh hill were the rolling lawns of the University. Crowded walks and wooden barracks now replace the space we previously could stretch in. The new look has found its way into every nook and corner of the old Alma Mater, and the grass is holding its own with the help of sarcastic signs. A good job of face lifting has given the library interior a look of green serenity instead of weatherbeoten tan. We were home— for home is where the heart is, so they say.