Upsala College - Upsalite Yearbook (East Orange, NJ)

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One of our pet recreational spots in the lazy days of Spring term and the even lazier days of Summer school is our highly prized clay courts. Last year, after many months of nail-biting anxiety, desperate pleading and weary waiting, the sod of Viking Field was at last upturned, and our long hoped- for goal was in sight. Little did we realize how interminable the next period of waiting was to seem. For no sooner were the courts completed than came the deluge. It seemed to us the rains had comeh to stay. Finally, however, just as our balls were dyingf the weather man changed his attitude and we descended en masse, racquets in hand, to test our skill. Amateurs as well as profes- sionals were pleased beyond expectation in our new addition to the field. The courts, open during the Spring and Summer to Upsiei, students, are in almost constant use. Our one and only objectioneChapel Hill seems so much longer and so much steeper after the game is over. Like all colleges we have a local hangout and Ma Sutter,s Campus shop is it. No mat- ter what time of day you descend upon the place there is sure to be a crowd gathered Fourteen -showing off drinking cokes and feeding nickels to the juke box. If you can,t Lindyfl you spectate. The walls are bedecked with fraternity and sorority seals each vying for the most prominent position. The professors seldom dare enter the doors of the campus shop so that it has traditionally become a purely col- legiate institution. -two straws for one glass

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infest the air; but the nextis Dean,s list wonTt be any shorter, we fear. Too much going on to find time for cramming. The Dean,s office now is a bedlam of nervous voices, hands and imploring glances. Dean himself is serious but kind, firm, yet sympa- thetic. And not one leaves his precinct With- out a glimmer of hope in his eyes. After the ordeal With the Dean is over we need the relaxation of the cafeteria. This is where from 8 A.M. to 5 P.M.eeds and coeds can be found leaning back on chairs, munch- ing, andelo and behold!-sometimes study- ing. No place on the campus is so typically collegiate as 322? In corner one, Lennie Larson is reading his history assignment. A blaring sound comes from corner two, inhabited by several Taus hugging the radio. From corner three emanates the Godh chorus With uDon,t send my boy to Princeton? tNo aspersionsq That stops all the other corners, for music hath charm. Mrs. Johnson, proprietor and pie-handler, counts her money in rhythm with the songs. Several professors assemble and discuss the foreign situation. The songsters disrespect- fully shout on, the profs don,t mind. Hand- ekeep your fingers crossed some waiters tin feminine apronsy Wipe the tables and swipe the plates before the last piece of bread is swallowed. And so it goes. Always in a hurry, stu- dents forever rushing hnd welcome relaxa- tion in the cafe? ewhat? n0 coffee! Thirteen

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