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| VOL. II, NO. 4 |
NOVEMBER 4, 1960
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Xenia Pool Students' Choice |
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| By Tom Kuerston Homecoming means many different things to a lot of different people. To the senior, it is the beginning of the end. The first of a long list of lasts culminating in au revoir Maine West. To the junior and the sophomore, it is the dance that promises to be the best of the year, and the game that is the most crowded and a week of delirious gaiety. For the freshmen it may well be their first date, and certainly their first homecoming. The Homecoming Queen and her court have probably had their highest honor and most glorious memory during this rabble rousing week. Each homecoming is different, for there is never one' that can be duplicated. In particular the questions "What do you wear?" or "Where do you go afterwards?" Then there have been the lousiest places to eat, and of course, the places in Chicago where the more elete go and it's all over when the tab comes back. In a previous issue of the school paper, some misunderstanding person wrote, "Why don't more of you come to social functions? Are you scared?" Almost any boy that doesn't have much money is a lousy dancer, looks like a schmoo, has to have his parents trundle him around, |
doesn't like to be cold, and thinks that there really isn't any girl he would like to take out-yet. Namely, he is a chicken. Now here we are at the football game. We made the happy coincidence of playing the cellar-dwelling Wheaton team, so here come the Warriors stomping up the pea patch en route to a thumping victory. Aha! Who would have guessed Xenia Pool would be queen! 6 feet, 7 inches of wow! Everyone goes home happy with their 40-6 victory. Back at the cafeteria, or auditorium, or student lounge, or wherever it may be, couples are gently swaying in approximate time to the music, with an occasional howl of mortal anguish as a spike heel finds highly-polished oxblood oxfords or a heel flattens out a toe. Suddenly, there is another song played, and people are moving like inebriated soldiers doing half-knee bends. After a period of dancing, intolerable to some and incredibly short to others, Xenia Pool is crowned, and an ready for the Legend. When I look back over the Lenses and Legends in the collection, I find homecomings were different than they are now, but yet they were the same. |
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