| Summary: | Page 2 THE CONCORDIAN Friday, October 2, 1953; Homecoming, Not Home-going Two weeks from today will mark the beginning of the 62nd annual Concordia college homecoming festivities. Sound impressive? That's because it is impressive, and a great deal of time and effort is involved in order that we, the present Cobbers, might mingle with Cobbers of the past in the best of homecoming traditions. . Now, "present Cobbers" refers to the entire student body, freshmen included. Unfortunately, each year there seems to crop up a feeling among freshmen that homecoming week-end belongs to upperclassmen and alumni, and it becomes for them a home-going weekend instead. But the events are planned with the enjoyment of all in mind. It is the biggest festival of the school year—a time for renewing old acquaintances, yes, but also a time for strengthening school unity. The pageantry of the queen's coronation, the homecom-ing parade, the football game: these are thrilling experiences that are meant to be shared by all Cobbers, and remembered Are you aware that last Sunday each aad every one of ns contributed a full $.07 to the campus religious activities via the student offering envelope system? Yes, with a student body of a mere 1100, we were able to raise in a single week a grand total of $91.08. The special initial offering envelopes which were for the purpose of covering the cost of the envelopes contained $16.18. They say each set comes to approximately $.15. That means that we came to within $146.12 of the goal in one full swoop! Think of it. And think of it hard. It doesn't engender a feeling of great pride, does it? Maybe we just weren't trying. Let's try next Sunday. Letter To The Editor Caf Lines It may start to snow any day now which prompts me to bring up in public something about which many students are com-plaining in private—the matter of the noon-time cafeteria conges-tion. This week the situation has not eased of much. At exactly 12.29 or shortly thereafter, a horde of hungry Cobbers pours out of Old Main, Old Library, etc., and descends on the cafe-teria. Now that is, of course, under-standable. But the problem is this: some of .these students also have classes which begin at 1:10, and as things stand now, a lot of them don't make it. Further, when it gets cold and the north wind starts to blow, it is going to be very dis-couraging to stand in that 12:80 line waiting for chow. Three suggestions have been brought to my attention which might help reduce the congestion. NO. 1 is to issue passes to those who have classes both at 11:30 and 1:10 which would enable them to jump the caf line. How-ever, this might not be conducive to good feelings and would still leave a line out in the cold. NO. 2 suggestion is that stu-dents who do not have to make a 1:10 class stay out of the din-ner line until, say, a quarter to 1, by which time the others should be well on their way thrown. NO. 3 suggestion calls for the cafeteria to remain open until after 1 p. m. so students don't feel they have to be in the big line in order to get dinner. (Name Withheld) 3Beo Gloria By Katherine Jordahl "A faithful witness will not lie; but a false witness will utter lies," Proverbs 14:5. It's wonderful to have a college class ring. To us as stu-dents, it is a symbol of four years spent in studying and in forming new and lasting friendships. But have you ever won-dered what it signifies to the man working by your side? To the woman you meet on the street? To the child you teach in school? To the people in your home community? To the world this ring serves as a label. Wearing a class ring bears witness to the fact that we are or will soon be college graduates, but the significance does not end there. For to many a Concordia ring gives us the label of "Christian." The word "Christian? suggests humility, honesty, genero-sity, patience and iove toward God and fellowmen. Does this description truly tell what is in your heart or has it been blur-red by hypocrisy? We at Concordia have been given much. Are we then returning what is required of us? We have a responsibility to our parents, to our teachers, to our generation and the next, but most of all, to our God. "For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required; and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more." Luke 12:48. THE CONCORDIAN PublUhed weekly daring ihe school year except during vacation, holiday and examina-tion periods by the students of Concordia College, Hoorhead. Entered u second class matter at the poet office of Hoorhead, Minn., Dec. 9. 1920 under the Act of March 8, 1879. ' * ELEVEN TIMES ALL-AMERICAN Member ASSOCIATED COLLEGIATE PRESS Office: Third floor of Classroom building\ Enid Larson Elwood Wiger Loral ee Hennin* James Narveson Dorothy Heiele Maria Jean Peterson Evelyn Dahl Ruth Rudser Arnold Stenjjel Ardls Johnson Luther Nesa THB HAPPY SMILES on the faces of these girls seem to indicate that they like MAS hall. Or perhaps something hilarious unseen by us is happening in the foreground. MAS Hall Awaits Invasion By Jo Aarsby The room was quiet; a tall, brown-eyed blond shouted, "O. K., who wants to be president?" A voice from the back boomed, "I do." "AH right? take over!" South hall ? No. Fjelstad hall ? No. This democratic scene was recently enacted in a new Concordia dormitory, MAS hall. MAS hall was founded on Sep-tember 13, 1953, by ten sopho-more women who, due to crowded conditions in campus dormitories, were asked to room off-campus. "Get your toe out of my toothpaste!" "AH right, who's got my Noxzema?" After five alarm clocks have joined in their chorus of good morning, comments like this flow fast and furiously as ten girls hit one washbasin. Once ready, they dash out the door commenting on "darling skirt, cute haircuts and sweet outfits." Perhaps from this one may realize how MAS hall got its name. Right—MAS stands for Mutual Admiration society. Attention Males: Phone 3-2269. Gentlemen Prefer Females By Russell Monroe Hundreds and hundreds of girls—freshmen girls—they scare me— girls.—They scare me ?—Reminds me of old times—when I had a girl.— Let me tell you about my old flame.—She burned me up.—It was back on the campus of Farbeloe Normal.—This girl used to summer in Maine—winter in Florida—and spring at men.—That's how I met her—She jumped out of a tree at me.—You've heard of the bad and the beautiful—She was the good and the ugly.—She had a kind face though—the kind of face you'd like to throw mud at.—She'd had facial surgery done by a surgeon—I'm afraid he let the scars get in her eyes.—She did have unusual eyes—one was green and one was blue— the other one was brown. Her hair—she wore it in a snood.—From the back—it looked like she was trolling for mackeral—from thej front it looked like she'd caught one.—She had buck teeth—but what can you expect nowadays for a buck.—Was she fat? She went to a reducing clinic—they kicked her out—couldn't take any more of her hip.—I used to call her dearest—she called me cheapest.—I knew this couldn't last.—One day we were strolling by the lakeshore—she told me to gp jump in the lake—when I got back—she was gone—Real gone.—She'd been told to leave school—she kept giving a philosophy professor hiccups.—The last I ever heard of her was that she went south with Laryngitis.—I hope they are happy. Problems La Hi Waghe By Bill Larson (The following is the last in £fc series of articles by that eminent traffic authority, William J. Lar^ son, AB, CD, EF. As the preced-ing articles were not printed, this-is also the first.) The first thing to realize to trying to deal with the traffic problem such as we have In this vicinity is to locate the* proper road, or, as we say in Spanish— "la hi waghe." This Is generally' done by looking directly be-neath the feet of the Concordia. family as it proceeds from cha-* pel, or beneath automobiles which are often times parked upon it. Parking, of course, is the root of the trouble—which-brings us to the point of this article. Paragraph 2 (This is apparent because it immediately follows the first paragraph—to clarify for freshmen and those who have not had an opportunity to study the subject.) According to observation of many authorities the solution would be simple: All off-campus students would take busses to. school . . . this saving all space on Ninth avenue for on-campus students. Of course, this would involve a Little tardiness in, class attendance, but this would have to be borne by the teach-ers who are too used to having their way anyhow. Another solution is this: to-drain Prexy's pond and then pro-ceed to house cars in the base-ment of the Home Economics house. Why drain Prexy's pond? I don't know—it just sounded like a good idea, and another thing: please don't throw cigarette butts in Prexy's. It makes them wet and soggy—and hard to light. But, getting back to the sub-ject, the problem could be alle-viated to a great extent if the on-campus automobiles would be confined to the space behind and before Brown hall and the park-ing area by the gymnasium, thus leaving sufficient room between Cobber hall and the Eighth street for off-campus cars. LOST: One cheerleader's jacket. Anyone knowing of its where-abouts contact John Anderson. Trip Is A Dream Come True By Helen Hansen A dream come true, a trip to Norway! That was my exper-ience this summer. I left from New York on June 29 with my parents on a Scandi-navian Airline system plane. We landed only twice, Newfoundland and Glasgow, Scotland, before arriving in Stavanger, Norway, where a large group of relatives met us. Seeing my grandparents for the first time and probably the last, gave me a very strange but thrilled feeling. The place where we stayed most of the time was Stavan-ger and the surrounding areas. Stavanger is a very lovable city with its narrow and steep cobblestone streets, the beau-tiful cathedral, the Stavanger-fjord with all the hundreds of fishing boats coming and going, and the market place. It was all so very colorful and interesting, especially on Saturday morn-ing. The rain didn't prevent us from going fishing when we stayed at my uncle's summer home on the fjord. We also took big knapsacks on our backs and traveled part way by bus, and the rest of the way by foot to pick blueberries high In the mountains. After my father had gone back to the states, my mother and I went to the modern city of Oslo. There we saw the king's palace, Frogner park, the university, the folk museum, the new modern city hall and most interesting to me, Holmenkollen hill and the ski museum there. Up at the very top of the jump, I could imagine how wonderful it must be in the winter time. During the summer there were people swimming in the small lake at the foot of the jump. From Oslo we went to Gote-borg, Sweden and then crossed by ferry to Denmark. Copenhagen was so interest-ing with all of its side-walk cafes, and the half million bi-cycles that are all out between 4 and 5 o'clock at night. The rush hour seemed as bad as New York, but everyone seemed to manage with the bicycles, cars and trolleys all going and coming at once. The famous amusement park, Tivoli, which is over one hundced years old, has a special attrac-tion for tourists with the out door theater and orchestras, the amusement rides and the gala of colored lights. Now I know-why they sing "Wonderful Copen-hagen." Another special event hap-pened there when X saw Unl Thorsen. She told me to say hi to everyone. I wasn't back in Norway very long before I sailed for home on the S.S. Stavangerfjord. I was amazed at all the Norwegian stu-dents coming to study in America. This trip has given me fond memories of Norway and the wonderful Norwegian people.
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