The Nittany cub. (Erie, Pa.) 1948-1971, November 21, 1968, Image 5

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    put 30 Behrendites,
brightly blood-
from lack of sleep
3 onto the bus wait
to transport them
hat maze of educa-
and confusion,
ersity Park on Nov
r 9 for All-Univer-
Day.
fter a five hour
filled with fun
frolic (yawn) we
ved at Beaver Sta
bubbling over with
of spirit. Three
s later we were
1 filled with spir
and the light
that came drifting
with the computer
confetti ceased to
er us. Imagine, if
can, 49,U00 people
ping on the bleach
a lion doing 22
ups, and the other
leading for the
t half, only to be
dly beaten in the
quarter. That is
nn State game.
f one becomes lost
ng or after the
(the real pros man
to do it five min-
after _
bus) there is
It is
Follow
getting off
one
le rule.
ed a crowd.
It is also helpful
ne knows where one
ld be, even if how
et there is a com
e mystery.
esult: one cold,
ry Behrendite stand
on the steps of the
liter Programming
ding searching for
nner ticket and/or
iendly face. Even
ly a Behrend reun
was held in the HUB
the entire delega
. proceeded to din-
fterwards, before
jammy, the more ad
•uresome of the
.p decided to ex
e. (note: a jammy
L Penn State name
'a dance probably
same mind that came
with American Chop
I) So, sand maps,
0-nee
11. 41. • fibiDeg
Char Crotty
Later after careful
ly inspectimg the gym
and speculating on the
cost of lighting and
the seating capacity,
we arrived back at the
HUB for Reunion 11--
this time with some of
the now legendary he
roes of BC. Ron Batch
elor was there, along
with Bill Benko, Beth
Price, Ron Fontecchio,
Eileen Bowden, Marcy
Barton, Mike Kosares,
Rich Clement,Pete Eich
enlaub, Sonny McCabe
and Mike Fitzgerald .
For those Behrendites
staying for the whole
weekend, Behrend Bull
Sessions continued long
into the night.
Another walk back to
the gym for the concert
--there we sat in the
balcony and people-wat
ched. At one ofclock
in the morning, the bus
pulled out of State
College and headed back
to the Pinochle Capital
of the world with a
load of cold, hoarse,
footsore and tired stu
dents.
FROM THE LIBRARY
The Olivetti copier
in the library is not
being, used enough, kids.
This may cause it to be
removed from its happy
h."
ost -- Final
What am I? Can you guess?
Am I real? Do I exist?
Am I large? Am I small?
Do I creep or do I crawl?
I am what every living
animal needs to exist. Am I
air? No, I am not air, but
need air to operate. Am I
always in operation in a
body? No, I come and go as
a being may desire or need.
I creep in slowly and un—
knowingly upon an unsuspect—
ing person, but when called
upon often fail my caller to
his dismay. Can you touch
me? No, I have no length,
width or depth, but do have
time. I have the power to
create an enjoyable or horr—
ifing experience in my sub—
frozen
thanksgiving
by Debbi Cole
As the brave squaw
made the dangerous trek
through the forest of
concrete, traffic
lights, she contemplat
ed the trudgery she was
about to face in the
next several hours.
When she reached her
destination, the hunt
ing ground, otherwise
known as the A&P, she
was faced with the pro
spect of fighting her
way through hundreds of
pointed-faced female
savages to the frozen
foul section.
After much difficul
ty, she reached the
frozen turkeys, and,
despite the risk of con
tracting frostbite, she
fought her way through
the crowd and grabbed
the first bird she
Are you wondering what to
ask for this Christmas? Have
your parents already nixed
the idea of a customized
Jaguar with leopard seat co—
vers? And your smashing 71
day vacation at Innsbruck?
Do you already have too many
ties or earings? Don't
burn your mistletoe and hol—
ly yet!
Santa's Gift AdvisorS(us—
ually referred to by their
initials) have come up with
the answer of what to give
ject. Can you see me? No,
you cannot see me for myself
but you can see my work. I
have powers unmatched by ly
thing that can be crr-tcd )y
man. There is no substi—
tute for me as I calicc',:, be
avoided completely, but some
times postponed. Am I
death? No, I am not the in—
exitable climax which all
living things face, and I do
not cause death. I am a
living operation. Do I need
special conditions to do my
work? No, but I seem to
operate best when a being is
warm and comfortable. I may
be considered a natural res—
ponse; but, I am not breath—
ing. I exist along with the
other responses of the body
and need them. Can Ibe re—
moved by surgery? No as I
am not located in a given
could lay her hands on.
After capturing her
turkey, our heroine pro
ceeded to pick cranber
ries, dig potatoes and
pluck peas off the su
permarket shelves.
Now, the greatest
task of all was before
her: surviving the
check-out line!
She wedged herself
into the line and wait
ed patiently past sun
set for her chance to
face the viscious check
out girl.
When she emerged
from this ordeal, bear
ing the fruits of a
hai'd days hunting, it
was long past dark.
As she mounted her
trusty Ford Mustang GT
for her ride back to
her electrically heated
Tee-Pee, she wondered,
"Is Thanksgiving really
worth it?"
your favorite person (you)
this Christmas.
Under consideration is a
plane trip to the Orange
Bowl, since the Nittaw Lions
are a number one choice t o
play. The SGA (right-t hem)
would like to hear from any
students who would be inter
ested in going. If there is
an enthusiastic enough res
ponse, they will make defin
ite plans.
Okay, group, get out your
pens and start writing.
"Dear Santa."
part of the body. When I a,
at work, I can affect nearly
every part of the body. I
make the body dead weight.
I slow the breathing, and
the heart beats easier. I
am a daily thing —hich all
must indulge in. -am in—
dulged upon at night, in the
morning and in the aftert
noon. I have no set time,
although, I am often regu—
lated as far as the time
element.
Do you know what I am?
My self is defined. Can you
put me together?
lam sleep. I have the
power to relax and refresh
living animals. I am the
key to a world of happiness
in dreams and horror in
nightmares.
Phyllis Bendig