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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Professor Twardyk eagle eyes roam. Our eyes are fastened upon him. He is talking about rocks. For the moment our sole con- cern, our primary interest, the most mo- mentous problem in our lives is rocks. A bell rings, and instantly we scatter to the four Winds, forsaking Professor Twardy and the rocks. Soon our chief absorption is a recitation for Professor Reyna, or a speech for Professor Arnold, or a test from Pro- fessor H. S. Carlson, or a theme for Pro- fessor G. P. Carlson, or a cup of coffee at 322, or a train schedule. Meanwhile another class has straggled into the Geology class- room, Professor Twardy has cleared his throat, and another discourse on the subject of rocks has begun. Itis miraculous how many facts are crammed into our heads. We just swallow them up. It is spring, and we get awfully sleepy during the philosophy lecture. Anyway, who cares what Aristotle thought about ultimate realities? But then, Professor Nilson insists that we must have basic beliefs. And so we dutifully listen to what the stories have to offer, because we feel very much like them right now. Oh how we yearn to laze around the lawn for just one hour, even with a quiz following such enjoyment. But, here we are stuck with fascinating tid-bits of dialectics of methods of education. Bells serve only to break our inertia for five minutes so that we can gather enough strength to light a Bunsen burner or discern the main idea from uThe Ode to the West- wind by Shelley; all this while the delicious green of leaves is beckoning. We shouldnit be so lazy-we realize that! Sixtemz - frogs, rocks, and stocksu After all, knowledge has its compensations. And if we want to be honest about the matter, we have not much reason to kick. For everyone of us has time to lie on each lawn at least twice. As the close of the semester nears we at- tend classes more frequently, .partly because we are about to take the acid test, partly because we have accounted for all our cuts. Professor Arnold tells us about the election of 1892, what the platforms were, who the candidates were, what they called them- selves, what they called each other, what the convention and the electoral vote was, the majority, plurality. We sit captivated. Dr. Bostrom asks us all about the frog, its digestive system, circulatory system, res- piratory system, skeletal system. We are 1P2 I-w't' 12;: ., Aw ; .3...- L 1K. .t hum; wg-a wa ewv'vrw ???mme n?