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THE PHOENIX

WHAT. COLLEGE MEANS TO ME Night football! There's something rather thrilling in the very name. Close your eyes and pic~ure a stadium bright as daylight with huge arc lights throwing off their glare. Picture a riotous crowd of yelling, cheering students. The players take their positions. One figure grabs the ball and, twisting, and dodging, he starts for the goal line. He crosses the forty yard line, the thirty yard line, the twenty yard line. By this time the crowd has turned to a wild mass of demons, crying for that familiar term of the gridiron, "a touchdown!" The runner is gaining the final line; he's gotten there! No, he's been tackled and brought back. The referee places the ball but a few feet from the line. The ball flashes from the hands of the center to a field player, and he's over the line for a touchdown! The place kick is won, and the game goes on.

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he rotunda at school is by far the most popular "hangout" on the campus. I remember the first time I ever stood in the rotunda and watched the people as they passed by me. One girl entered the door, and looked around as if expecting to meet some one. 路 She was not disappointed. There came a sharp whistle from above, and she looked up to see a masculine figure draped over the balcony. After a few minutes of wordless signals he disappeared, only to reappear in the rotunda beside the girl. They walked off to class arm-in-arm. Over in one corner there appeared to be a meeting of theY. M. C. A., but I learned later that it was only a group of fraternity boys. I felt sorry for one girl whom I saw walking around. She must have been a freshman, for she wore the most disconsolate look upon her face that I have ever seen. She glanced at her watch a great deal, as if she were going to miss an important engagement. She walked out of the rotunda at last, with a manner that was a pitiful imitation of a senior's nonchalance.路 I soon grew tired of this pastime, and walked away. Rain always makes me homesick. I can only sit here at my desk, look out into the darkening afternoon with its gray, dreary, dismal, rainy-look, and wish I were home. Mother

Profile for Alpha Sigma Alpha Sorority

Asa phoenix vol 18 no 4 may 1932  

Asa phoenix vol 18 no 4 may 1932