Woodrow Wilson Junior College - Profile Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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We like to relax Some of us go in for rather odd forms of amusement. You can see us cavorting about in fantastic Spring Carnival costumes; en- thusiastically playing a fast game of palm tennis across two sidewalk square; engaging in a hectic round of waste-basket ball with a paper wad; or gathering in little groups playing bunco on the street corners. The girls seem to take keen enjoyment in passing around slam books and filling in anonymous little comments about their friends. But most of us really don ' t hove to seek the un- usual to find relaxation here at Wilson. The frag- rant scent and satisfied gurgle of a convival long- stemmed pipe is enough for our more collegiate students, while others are quite content with sitting under a tree and chat- ting, leaning out the school window and watching the Packards float by, or merely strol- ling casually around the campus. But whatever our pet form of relaxation may be, it ' s right here at Wil- son ready for our use.

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But occasionally. . . It has been wisely said that all work and no play makes jack . . . but here at Wilson we employ a somewhat less grim philosophy. And we find that there are quite a number of relaxa- tion centers right in the immediate vicinity of the school. We can bring our rackets and make like Budge and Marble on our back yard tennis courts; we can organize impromptu Softball gomes at Hamilton Park; we can dance or play 1 ping-pong in the gym; and we can cool off from all these with an in- vigorating plunge into the pool. We find quite a bit of relaxation in Fouquette ' s, or Werkman ' s sitting for hours and dawdling over a stale coke, while we discuss everything from the international situation to Terry and Pirates. For just an extra nickel we can hearken to a sooth- ing juke box lullaby. Drug- store booths are favored rendezvous for conversa- tion, cokes and card games; many an ad-libbed U. of C. Round Table takes place in t h e lunchroom and, in warmer weather, on the window-sills then converted into temporary restaurants. The Co-Recreational Lounge, completely outfitted with armchairs, davenports, knitters, chaise lounges, gossipers, and footstools, is always well filled with re- laxists. Drowsier souls here are occasionally slightly over-relaxed — and usually with wide-open throttles.

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Andy of course we have Coeds