Living Together

The "togetherness" of life at college is one of the major instruments of education within this huge institution. We learn to live together in units where the closeness is intensified a hundredfold to what we have been accustomed.

The inter-dependence, the ability to get along together—indeed, the need for others—is manifest in various ways. We choose the way we are going to live, in independent dorms or organized houses, but regardless of our choices, we all learn to live with our roommates and the kids in the next room.

Learning to share peacefully a dresser drawer is only a small part of living together. The playing together in all the familiar hang-outs, eating supper out on Sunday nights, and picnicing all through the Fall—all these things are included in our life together.

We work together getting things ready—the dances, the Fall Carnival, Homecoming—and then we go to them to play together. Which is more fun, the work of preparation or the final enjoyment when the work is completed, is not clear; but it is certain that our life together could not be all that it is without either of them.

Recently completed new Smithwood Hall competes with sororities and fraternities for luxurious living.

For One or More

The solitude of a private room, the friendliness and gaiety of a crowded lounge—the dorms do not have a rigid personality. They assume the atmosphere their inhabitants request. The walls are an envelope for serious students at study time; they also expand to hold a fun-loving crowd.

Maybe the things that happen in the dorms are the best description of what living there is like. Start at one end of the dorm system . . . in the Women's Quad, there is a birthday party in room 235, Memorial Hall . . . a desk is covered with books and paper, an MRC resident is studying for an exam . . . a bridge game in Arbutus Center is halted by an important phone call from "him" . . . in the Men's Quad, two fellows are playing ping-pong, while in another corner of the room a laughing bunch is planning a boress. The dorms do not have a rigid personality.

Moving in is greatly aided by the elevator in the new dormitory.

A Double Life

Dishpan hands and the theory of evolution . . . "His" and "Hers" notebooks . . . A sentence of Chaucer punctuated by a baby's cry . . .

Married students live a double life, that of maintaining a home and getting an education. What's more important— they do a good job of both. The number of married students is increasing. This year the total was around 1,800. Their influence is being felt too, for plans are being made for expanding married housing. About time, some will say. Not all can afford the convenience of the University Apartments. Ever carried a bucket of water two blocks to wash the breakfast dishes? Ever bathed in a "freshair" shower? Not all is so rosy in a trailer, but our married students don't complain. Today's sacrifice for tomorrow's reward.

Now just what's more important—that final or me?

Argyles and dish towels.

Brothers and Sisters

"A couple of the brothers want dates." Down beat on jazz.

Green pods and Greek letters . . . jewels and crests . . . the old "frat" songs . . . boress vs. quiet hours . . . mugs raised on high. Thirty fraternities . . . 19 sororities . . . 2500 organized students.

And inside it is not cold and calculating as some outsiders believe. It's caring for a group rather than self alone, and the desire for "brothers" and "sisters" more than in mere name. There are Greek Week and workshops and improvement. There's the effort to strengthen and better fraternityindependent relations which depends on mutual respect for each group's viewpoint.

Big or small, basically the goals are the same—love for IU, love for "the house" and love for fellow-student.

Accent on manners. "I'll see what I can do."

Greek Expectations

Rush . . . - the organized meeting the organized-to-be; the rushees meeting the rushers. Through all, the first impressions reign paramount.

Women's rush . . . during the first semester, preliminaries begin—coke parties, tea parties, skits and fun. Then formal rush begins—a week of small talk, frozen smiles, tired feet and aching heads. But pledged or not, each girl makes new friends; she receives new ideas and gives in return.

Men's rush . . . weekend trips, games and such. All this begins in the late Spring and continues into early Fall. The men prefer smokers and dinners, equipped with blind dates. Hand shaking and back slapping prevail.

Houses hash and are hashed. In the end, many happy new pledges take the pin of their choice and dive anxiously into their pledgeship duties.

After the rushees are gone—the hash session decides new pledges.

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Coffee Hour 2:30

Seeking. Searching.

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Start with a lot of people, add a common gathering place, and this is what you hear: Blaring of a juke box—jazz tunes, love tunes, light-hearted gay tunes —the mood can be yours for a nickel. Shuffle of the many feet, slap of the cards, rattle of the silverware and all the coffee cups . . . over all, the voices reign, a muffled sound, yet so vitally alive. Talk if you want to, but study if you must.

And this is what you see: Tables clothed with ashes and ceilings veiled in smoke, heaps of books and piles of coats strewn about the room. Packages of cigarettes, empty match book covers, cartoons and sport predictions found upon the walls . . . over all, the people reign—incoming, outgoing on the hour plus 20—so vitally alive.

Food is for eating, mouths for talking, cigarettes for smoking, books for reading, cards for playing, and the campus hangouts are for all of these.

Finding.

Pizza—a favorite p.m. pickup.

T.G.I.F.ing

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Dates and studies have to mix during exam time.

What wonders are wrought over a cup of coffee.

Coffee talk. Coffee thought.

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Lovers argue, reconsider and make up before the cup is empty.

Before the cup is empty

Pizza and Picasso for the epicurean intellectual.

We find out how long a $5.00 meal ticket lasts. In a week our GI check should come and there'll be steak the first night and pizza the next. We bring our books and say we'll study, but somehow the small talk is better than Chaucer and we get lost along the way. Say . . . did you know that fried foods cause ulcers?

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The limestone quarries are beautiful Spring spots for student sun-soaking.

White Rocks and Water Weather

Turning leaves, a fresh snowfall, or returning Spring— and indoor hangouts (even books and classes) are forsaken for outdoor hangouts. A cup of coffee and a cigarette for two are exchanged for blankets, portable radios and packs for six or more in the Spring and Fall picnic seasons. We dash off for an afternoon of "study" at the quarries or Brown County and come back with a tan instead of a lesson plan. We lay aside our books, weapons for learning, and pick up snowballs, weapons for face washing. We travel to McCormick's Creek or Lost Lake for an evening picnic and become students of the outdoors.

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Pas deux.

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The picnic spirit seizes the campus in early Spring and late Fall.

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The accent on height posed engineering problems.

A quick nap during the late evening construction. A pledge does a quick-change into costume.

Silver out of Sawdust

Fall Carnival goers wander about in a bewildered, happy way, stopping at kissing booths, pelting pies at friends or non-friends, watching floor shows. For one night we're something different . . . a barker or a gambler, a clown with a false nose that won't stay on, a chorus girl in net stockings. Tomorrow . . . the glitter and the sequins will be buried in the sawdust.

An old pair of jeans, hammers, nails, perseverance, and ideas are prerequisites to the Carnival. Each booth must be bigger, better, taller than last year. The emphasis for the 1954 Carnival being height, one fraternity went right up to the ceiling to win with a dizzy 50 feet. All compete for one cause, the Campus Chest, which this year received $4,700 from the proceeds of the Carnival.

Privileges aren't reserved for the young.

Sultan for a night.

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It's all for a good cause.

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Many types of prizes were awarded.

. . he thinks Rod Perkins, Bachelor of the Year.

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Sports Spirit

Indian Summer and the kind of games designed to push your blood pressure to the limit left Hoosier football fans perspiring and exhausted after several home games. Spectators and players learned that it took a lot of work on the field and in the stands to bring in the victories that IU had been missing in past seasons.

Soft drink vendors did a land office business and Bermuda shorts appeared in the stands on coeds and their escorts. Halftime shows were dressed up with ballerinas and short-short stories set to the music of the Marching Hundred. All this and a suntan too.

The crowd attempts to sway the referees' decision.

The I.U. card section performs at home games. The Marching 100 relaxes before its half-time show.

'I he thrill and pride of the game begins with a hushed fieldhouse and "Old Glory."

Pride of Indiana

The Oaken Bucket had no more than eluded our grasp again when a new wave of hope swept over I.U. fans. Basketball! If the world fell apart and draft boards began to sharpen their pencils, the average student could forget these dilemmas during the time that it took to win or lose a game. The Hurryin' Hoosiers were on the floor and were better than strong drink to help blot out the world that couldn't exist when I.U. played the sport of the grassroots coun try.

A quick change in strategy may mean the difference.

Homecoming decorations require team work, too.

Dick Albershardt, nationally recognized trampoline artist, performs at the Homecoming Variety Show. A local Jack Webb gives "just the facts" to the audience.

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The Alums Come Home

We worked all night building devices that would demonstrate how we would destroy the Iowa Hawkeyes. We learned that Iowa wasn't impressed but that alumni would involve themselves in traffic jams to look at our paper mache triumphs.

As added entertainment away from football fields, we created an evening of songs, skits, and general ballyhoo and presented the Homecoming Varieties.

The winning homecoming decorations of the Kappa Sigs.

The spirit of an I.U. alumnus never dies.

Thomas Wolfe said "You Can't Go Home Again," but many Hoosiers ignore him every year for the sake of seeing the Jordan flow or trickle through the campus that gave birth and then substance to their dreams and ambitions. They return to look over the new buildings and to reminisce in the old ones. They come back to tell sons and daughters how it was in the old days and to find out how it is now. They take the grad tour, cheer at the game, and go to the barbecue and return home feeling that their college days weren't so long ago after all.

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Ted Kluzewski (Big KIu) signs autographs for young admirers. Homecoming queen, Jane Luzadder, and her court watch the game with Governor George Craig, '31.

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The Glitter

Sometimes it's casual, sometimes it's formal,, and sometimes costume. You may walk, ride in a convertible, go on a hayrack, or take a school bus to get there. There might be records or Sauter-Finigan to provide music. He usually pays, but twice this year she paid. It all amounts to the same thing—a dance at IU and an evening of entertainment which helps form the pattern of memories of campus life.

Senior Siwash, Freshman Tyronian, Opening of Formal, Blanket Hop, Wellhouse Waltz are all part of the tradition of IU. Working on decorations, planning the dance, deciding on the costume for Mardi Gras, or buying the new formal or tux all go into the climactic moment when you glide across the floor into a special world created just for the evening.

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Atomizers and spice . . . Rouge and rhinestones . . . Fire and ice . . . All for the man of the night.

Bare knees compete with bare ankles.

Carolyn Turner, sweater queen. Myna McCollum, Blanket Hop queen. Sue Zehring, Wellhouse Waltz queen.

Hold on to your hat—it's the bunny hop.

Don Domenic, King of Dames Ball.

1:30 hours with 11:30 feet.

Soft harp music backgrounds the old English dinner.

The traditional boar's head is served at the Madrigal dinner.

Campus Christmas

Carolers with candles, pixie packages, President "Hermie" in a Santa Claus suit. Madrigal singers, 20 foot Christmas trees. Face washing in the snow and the iced Jordan. Catholic, Jew, Negro, Indian listening to a Protestant minister. This is Christmas Eve on Campus at IU.

Santa Claus visits the dorm.