Wofford College - Bohemian Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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A STEP in the right direction? Yes, Mr. Butler, this IS a quaHty point course! ' We are introduced to our new world by Dr. Greene, who proctored Wofford ' s beloved STEP Tests— blood, sweat, tears! It seemed that this week would never end, but then we were caught in the whirl and confusion of registration. Our faculty advisors rendered inval- uable help in clearing up the grand mess! For the upperclassmen, it was a time for formulating plans for Pup and Rush Seasons. We all felt the electricity in the air as the new year began; resolutions to study harder, to cut no classes, to make new friends, and to push Wofford even higher up the academic ladder in her second successful century of service.

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This is Wofford, 1964! To many of us, it is bewilderment, excitement, sadness, joy, failure, success; it is a time when we dispell our fears and fulfill our dreams. The Main Building and grounds of Wolford began as a result of the will of Benjamin Wofford who bequeathed to the Methodist Episcopal Chuch of South Carolina funds to establish a liberal arts college for men in the Spartanburg area. Since 1854, the campus has grown. The old blends into the new, leaving a visual account of the growth of Wolford. One can still see the original Old Main and several other buildings which have been completely and beautifully restored. The campus displays itself in various forms: Modern classrooms for facts, THIS IS WOFFORD • 1964 I understanding, knowledge; the library for [ research, study; the dorms for sleep, study, friendships; the field house for 1 clean competition, fun; fraternity houses for relaxation in an atmosphere of friendliness in the strong I ties of brotherhood; and the Twin Towers and Ben ' s monument for , tradition, respect, admiration, and symbolism. A mass of buildings, a long hard schedule, a faculty, a school spirit, a sense of pride, a way of life — this is the setting by which the student is educated. We come into this new and totally I different environment confronted with major decisions and problems. As we proceed through four years of concentrated study under the guidance of our distinguished faculty and the inspiring, immortal monuments which are forever aljout us, we find our minds growing in breadth and scope.

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And then came the R.O.T.C. (Run Over To Converse). The Freshmen were bedecked with pajamas. Pup hats, ties, umbrellas, and noise makers! The people of Spar- tanburg hned the streets to observe, as calmly as possible, the annual riot where mass hysteria prevails. The Freshmen on foot and the upperclassmen in their cars, all on the run! What a dignified sight; brakes smell hot, clutches burn out. Pups yelling at upperclassmen and upperclassmen at the Freshmen. It was a time enjoyed by all, especially the Pep Rally. Every Converse LADY laid in wait to trap some unsuspecting Pup and take his beanie! All the while the Wofford Band played our fighting song — it was definitely a first class battle, the Wofford Freshmen against the entire Converse Student Body! A kangaroo clown in the Puppy-Dog Race! The Can-Can for Converse! ! !