West Virginia University Division of Forestry - Cruiser Yearbook (Morgantown, WV)

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FRESHMEN SPLINTERS HAROLD BOWER We arrived in Morgantown at different times and by different methods, but we all had one objective in common -we were future freshmen foresters. During Freshman Week we were subjected to an endless series of tests to determine just how ignorant we actually were. All had many hopes and aspirations-for some these would eventu- ally become a reality, for others they would remain only dreams. Some would become discouraged, some would quit for other reasons fsome good reasons, some not so goodj. Freshman activities started with a physical examination. No comment, but please do not expect us to go through it again. We were stuck, poked, and prodded enough for an ordinary lifetime. By the way, one of the doc- tors said that yours truly had 20-20 vision-without glasses! When the doctors were finished with us, we were hustled around the campus and finally made it to the new and modern Forestry Building. There we were introduced to forestry. We were also given tentative schedules to bring to registration at the Field House. Confusion really started when we tried to get class cards. Snarling professors would look up at us with beady eyes and say- You can't have that class, there are no more cards. Finally, after about five hours apiece, we had our cards and were ready to go. Without help from our understand- ing forestry instructors We probably would not have made it. By the second week things had quieted down and the dust had settled. We were getting our first taste of college classes. None of our subjects were difficult, at first. Then the two scourges of all forestry freshmen be- gan to loom larger in the shadows, waiting to devour us. They were Chemistry and Math 2. Some of us fell by the wayside. Others, the stronger-willed, fought the battle. Soon it will be known how many have lost the fight. On Tuesdays we had Forestry Club, with compulsory attendance for freshmen and sophomores. The Fresh- man Class elected Grover Katzman as their representative to the Executive Committee. He was alsoa truck driver for our Saturday field trips. He knows every chuck-hole and bump in the roads around Morgantown.We can't figure out just what he has against us. Speaking of Saturday field trips-did you ever see a forester cruising timber carrying his open umbrella? One memorable event was the Freshman Initiation. The upperclassmen actually look forward tothis bloody event. They picked the roughest country in all West Virginia to drag us through-over rocks, logs, stumps, and low branches, through mud holes, brush and briers, blind-folded and in the dark of night. Finally it was 'over and we were in. They gave us cider, milk and donuts. Advice to the innocent-don't mix cider and milk. After sink- ing the axe, we received our Club privileges-paying dues. just for a matter of record, the freshmen beat the upper classes in paying dues, however, that is all we beat them in. Later in the fall the Forestry Club held a miniture jubilee to determine who would compete against Penn State next spring. One of our freshmen, Gary Pugh, placed in the tobacco spitting contest. A few of us 'tried to ride the barrel, but it was more than we could take. One of our freshmen, Al Barker, can't stomach tobacco. The last event was a tug-of-war between the juniors and Seniors, and the Freshmen and Sophomores. The Seniors beat the juniors. As there weren't enough Sophomores to pull against us, we tackled the Seniors and lost. All in all, those of the Class of 1965 that are left have plenty of hard work ahead, and fun too, but feel the end results will be worth it all. 34