University of Cincinnati - Cincinnatian Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Night and day they ring. The chimes recall old mem- ories, while new adventures unfold in the Union below.

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Descending from the Seven Hills, town students start the day with the trolley song. A clang, a ding, and a jolt! Early morning smog, feet fall heavy on the path, sleepy hallos— and another day begins.

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After nervously paying the taxi-driver and grabbing our over- stuffed suitcases, we hurried into the Dorm. Progress to our newly assigned rooms was slow as old acquaintances stopped us in the halls. The romance that had come and gone since we last saw each other could wait no longer to be told. The trek to the room finally completed, we changed from our new woolens into our immortal blue jeans and munched on soyas and cheese while trying to find our baggage keys. Suitcases were at last emptied and sadly set into the halls to take care of themselves until Thanksgiving vocation. We were on our way to see how the rest of the world was making out. Everyone seemed to be in the same dilemma over too much equipment and too little room. The new look dragged on the closet floor, and stuffed animals vied with doll collections for living quarters. Bare rooms were being brightened by snapshots and pictures of home- town heart throbs. We tried to cheer the misty-eyed freshmen by wise, consoling words and traded precious diminishing brownies for thankful smiles. Consciences reminded us of our own barren room and we again turned interior decorators. Sears and Roebuck was our destination. After carefully looking over the entire household department, we triumphantly returned to the dorm. This time we were ready to drop the Bates and level off the floor. What ideas my roommate had! Could she possibly think that Whistler ' s Mother looked good over my bed? She could hong her formols on the wall, but she was not using my fur coat for a bear rug, even if it did give the room a certain warm touch! Making further dents in the box of food from home, we worked on and on. Soon, all that was lacking was an extension for the radio cord, and then these four walls become home sweet home. COX HALL ROW l-Schwan, J,, Clay Mrs. F., Duppsladt, E.; Scagaloff, J. ROW ll-Honlein, A.; Peichert, R,; Anderson, V.; Lamb, M., Miller, C. ROW III— Raab, D.; Martin, D., Voelger, E.; Murakami, M. 10