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Show Sometimes not so charming and appealing as their younger counterparts but perhaps more decisive and businesslike, upperclassmen, softened last winter and spring quarters by the advent of computer registration, returned grudgingly fall quarter to the old stand-inline routine. More painful in recurrence than when it was an automatic operational procedure, marathon registration reared its ugly head in the form of millions of little white and green cards instructing: "Do not bend, fold, mutilate, or spindle." Each student completed fall registration '67 feeling bent, folded, mutilated, AND spindled, and eagerly awaited the return to automation expected winter quarter. As if lines in OSH were not enough, claustrophobic tendencies had to be carefully guarded as students gathered in droves around over-loaded shelves and glassed-in check stands in the bookstore and filled the greedy little hands of cashiers with literally thousands of dollars worth of green stuff in exchange for textbooks to carry them through the quarter. At its blissful end, they would exchange those same books for shockingly few of their original greenbacks. Three weeks after the beginning of school, the Union, in a superfluous welcoming gesture, scheduled an open house complete with miniature golf on the first rainy day of the quarter. Infested with teeny boppers, the Union stomp syndrome recurred in the Ballroom for those participants whose feet were wet and/or cold, while others redeemed soggy coupons for hamburgers, cokes, and a bit of the blahs. |