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      Ethel R. Outland Papers

In the Ethel R. Outland papers, stored in four boxes in the Coe Archives, is a remarkable book: a three-ring binder full of letters from alums who had served as editor or business manager of the Cosmos.  The first set of these letters and telegrams were sent to Miss Outland in 1925 to celebrate the college newspaper's 35th anniversary.  Subsequent letters were collected in 1930, 1935, and 1940 for later anniversaries, ultimately resulting in a notebook full of over 200 pages of letters from almost every editor and business manager who helped produce the Cosmos still its inaugural issue in the fall of 1890.  What follows are excerpts from letters written in 1925 as Coe alumni reflected back on their special relationship with this publication. 

Calvin G. Stookey, first editor-in-chief,1890-91

It was . . . not an easy undertaking at that time to put into operation the necessary forces to publish and maintain a college paper.  Time, money, and experience were necessary; and we of that day had the minimum amount of these requisites.  About this time two men from Monmouth College entered the senior class at Coe.  A paper was being published by the students of Monmouth College at that time, and the Littell boys were strong for it.  I believe they had some experience on the Monmouth paper and that their influence had something to do with precipitating the undertaking at this time. . . .

One of the serious problems confronting the promoters of the undertaking was of course financing the project.  But when I recall to your memory that ex-congressman James W. Good was our first business manager you will know that that end of the undertaking was well cared for. . . .

One of the momentous problems to settle was the deciding upon a name worthy of the paper which was to represent the student body and their activities in not only Coe College and Cedar Rapids, but in Iowa, the U.S. and the whole wide world.  And there you have it!  The world-Cosmos!  However, it was not as easy as that sounds.  There was discussion and oratory and satire.  My impression is that W. H. Jordan as a representative of the classics, proposed the name Cosmos.  I also believe that Jordan was aided and abetted by Miss Alice King, in selecting this name.  This very name brought to mind Greek, Latin-the ancients.  This brought a division, for our scientists, led by W. T. Jackson, desire a name more modern, something to express the present day needs and opinions.  What is cosmos, they asked, but reference to a dead language?  What more appropriate replied the upholders of the classics, than Cosmos-the world-the universe as an embodiment of order and harmony.  And so that name was adopted, and seems to have sufficed to the present time.


Elizabeth Cock, second editor-in-chief, 1891-92; school teacher in Cedar Rapids

. . . What an amateur [the Cosmos was] in those days!  How far removed from your present sophistication!  Even your habiliment seems to belong to the era of GODEY'S LADIES' BOOK.  Didn't you affect a good deal of yellow in those days and incline to a sort of sturdy stoutness in your make-up?  Now you are smooth and cool and correct and wise.

But there is something to be said for you in the old days.  How you could exist at all is a wonder.  Fewer than forty students on that sand-burr strewn campus!  Or were you born after Prexy Marshall sowed it down to oats?  And yet those students wanted you, quite insisted on having you.  I remember the difficulty of keeping you up to weight and how few there were to help feed and sustain you.  The man who had charge of your finances, the Honorable James W. Good, used to come and rap me out of class,-my recollection is that it was most often Prof. Stookey's geology class where my record was already noon too good,-demand "copy".  The printer who was responsible for your somewhat irregular appearances in college circles gave you his attention only when out of other work and that seemed always at inopportune moments.  But you somehow survived rough treatment.

It is to your credit that way back when the feminist movement was at least unnamed, if not unstarted, your destinies were directed equally by men and women.


Howard E. Moffett, business manager and editor-in-chief, 1892-94; publisher of the Eldora Herald

The students were very proud of the first issue of the Cosmos [Moffett was local editor during the paper's first year] and it had a loyal support among the students of that day.  It was quite a remarkable publication, with a high brow literary production each month as well as reports of the athletic activities and the college literary societies.

There was some attempt made on the part of the faculty to censor the publication but Mr. Good always managed it so that the censoring came too late or the official censor could not be found at the right time.  But after a while no attempt was made to criticize the work of the editor-in-chief and I do not recall anything that was objected to seriously during the four years of my connection with the Cosmos. . .

The great problem of the business manager was to get sufficient advertising to pay the expense of printing the Cosmos.  While the subscription price was but $1.00 per year subscribers were hard to get and especially so among the alumni.  The printing cost between $30 and $40 for each issue and it was up to the business manager to either get enough advertising to make it pay or to pay it out of his own pocket.  Jim Good was quite successful and I know that I did not lose any money while I had it.  But it took a lot of coaxing each month and the down town merchants were what would be called in these days somewhat hard boiled.  We could always depend on Sam Armstrong and Oscar Soloman, the two clothing merchants. The old Golden Eagle clothing store was also helpful at times.  But there were a number of institutions in the city to whom we felt that we had a right to turn for assistance who turned us down cold.  The Sinclair Packing Co. of course always had an ad and often a whole page.

When Mr. Good was business manager he received from an agency an advertisement of some cigaret.  He needed the ad and ran it.  But a banker in the city help up his hands in holy horror when he saw what was in the Cosmos helping to defile the students and sent for Good to come and see him.  Mr. Good explained the situation and offered to discontinue the cigaret ad if he would give him an ad from his bank to equal the cigaret ad.  This he refused to do and the cigaret ad continued through the year.


James M. Knox, editor-in-chief, 1899-1900; physician in Cedar Rapids

I am tremendously impressed with the high class journalism which characterized the Cosmos last year.  Compared with that year my editorship now seems to have been the most simple country paper, and last year's Cosmos a city journal. . . . The age of kip-stick, cosmetics, Shieks and Sheebas, and abbreviated skirts, no doubt has speeded up life a little and is reflected in College Journalism.  In our day there was no Department of Journalism with a competent Professor at the head of it.  We had no experience and little direction.  We did have a Censor who functioned not at all as I remember in a constructive way, but only as a soft pedal.  The management of the Cosmos at the present time seems to have a very free hand and the independence of thought and freedom of expression seem to go with the modern College Journal.  I am inclined to wonder sometimes what the Faculty and Trustees of our time would think of the Cosmos of today.  I can not specify in this matter as it is only a very general feeling.  And I think I have changed in my attitude on certain subjects so that what once would have injured my tender sensibilities, no longer does so.  Perhaps the old Faculty members would have changed also with this new generation.


D. D. Wagner, editor-in-chief, 1906-7

The editorship was "wished on me" because they could find no other fool who would rush in where angels fear to tread.  There had been keen but more or less friendly strife between the literary societies over the editor-ship of the Cosmos, but the paper had fallen on such evil days that the honor of the editor's chair was double zero.  The Cosmos board, composed of representatives of the four college literary societies of that ancient time and of which I was a member, persuaded me to try my hand and assured me every moral support.  I never had reason to doubt their moral support but that did not always cover financial and literary aid.

"Deacon" Elliott was business manager.  No one needed to tell us we had to do something to improve the paper, so as to get sufficient subscriptions together with advertising to make a financial go of it.  "Deac" asked me what I wanted for my services.  I told him I did not care for any remuneration just so we put out a decent paper.  At the end of the year he gave me $20.  "Deac," of course, had the financial worries but he worried along pretty well for the Junior Annual of that year seems to have listed him with other college fugitives from justice in stating he was wanted for filling the Cosmos with advertising.

Prexy Smith realized the importance of a good college paper and gave us every support.  Once in Chapel he made a strong appeal to the student body to take the Cosmos.  He admitted the paper had not been very good but I quote I believe his almost exact words: "Buy the right to criticise it."  I believe his plea had some effect.

My literary troubles were many.  Not only was copy often late, important happenings neglected, matter having to be rewritten, though Prof. Bryant as censor was very considerate, but I had at times to be society, sports and literary editor as well as write editorials. . . .

Charles D. Kirkpatrick, Editor-in-Chief, 1909-10; farmer.

In 1909-10, the Cosmos, like almost everything about Coe, was at home in the Main Building.  In the west end of the basement, Charley Jones turned out "printing of the better grade".  The "Bigger, Better Cosmos" which Clyde Minard financed was seventeen pages, six by nine inches in size and seventeen numbers during the year.  The circulation was guaranteed to be less than 100,000.  We claimed to print personal news items about every body on the campus on the average of once a month.

Glenn Jackson, Editor-in-Chief, 1912-13

. . . Coe Cosmos, "magazine or newspaper?"  Well do I remember the day, or night, (for as a matter of fact the battle of newspaper vs magazine was won at 2 A.M. in the morning) when a little group of us met in the old famous Book Store to decide the "To be or not to be".

The hero part in this play must be assigned to Buddie Burrows, the bombastic, brazen, battle-scarred boy who dared mention that the beloved magazine style was passe, out-of-date, former century stuff.  To which the villains all parried, "but think Buddy of the expense of putting out a weekly newspaper",-the magazine was but a monthly production then.

To which the hero replied, "You pikers, I'm not talking about a weekly newspaper, I'm talking about a daily.  A publication that comes out once a week isn't a newspaper, it's a history."

"Well then," said they, "are you prepared to finance a daily?"  "Yez verily," quoth the young entrepreneur, "for finances are nothing in my life so long as Dad's clothing business keeps its doors open."

All members of the cast brightened.  Except the culprit over in the corner lately elected Editor-in-chief.  Yours truly loved progress.  He admired courageous enterprise.  But, and he spoke forth, "where in the name of Williston Hall et al can you find enough news to fill a daily?"  "And supposing that scandal did sweep o'er our campus daily, who, do you think, has the time to do it justice.  I came here to go to College not to edit a second New York Sun."

And so the argument waxed hot.  The plot thickened.  Enter finally the sage-a sage being a man who lets people rave, then utters the obvious; to wit, a compromise.  Enter the sage, Jay Urice, he of former Cosmos days.  "I should like to suggest," says he, "that a paper of newspaper style and get-up, issued once a week would give us all what is practicable and progressive."

So it was.  And Buddy got the ads, Jack got the news, Jones (bless his soul) turned up the presses, and out came the new Cosmos.  It looked like a daily.  I tread like one.  But it came out daily once a week.  And the fastest of all occurred when the famous Cornell game came out play by play to be delivered to the cash customers as they left the game.

Excerpts from Letters Submitted for the Golden Jubilee of the Coe College Cosmos, October 15, 1940.

Earle A. Munger, Business Manager, 1901-2; Minister in Waterloo.

The Coe College Cosmos was controlled by a board of twenty.  During that period of Coe’s history fraternities was [sic] prohibited and in their place we had four literary societies.  The Alpha Nu for men, the Sinclair for women, the Olio for men and the Carleton for women.  These societies were paired as brother and sister societies.  The Cosmos Board was made up of five representatives from each of these societies and every year there was a contest for control of the paper.  We played politics with all the skill we possessed.  In the election of an editor and manager for the college year of 1901-1902 the Alpha Nu-Sinclair combination was successful in electing Ward Van der Pool as editor.  He was a senior, an out-standing star as an athlete, a 100 yard man in track and Captain of the baseball team.  I was nominated for manager of the Cosmos on the plea that my being a resident of Cedar Rapids with a wide acquaintance among the merchants of the city I would be able to make the paper a paying proposition.  (Some years it had run into red ink.)  I have never been successful in politics and despite our best efforts I failed of election.  We then nominated Lowell Daniels the incumbent and put over his election.  He was unwilling to continue as manager but after our group held a conference he announced his acceptance with the additional statement that I would serve as his personal representative.  As a result I took over the management of the Cosmos.  The paper paid both the editor and the manager good salaries and when the year closed we were still using black ink.

Herbert Heebner Smith, Editor-in-Chief,   ; editor and newspaper publisher.

Why I was ever given the post [of editor-in-chief], or whether I took it by default, I do not now remember.  We printed articles and poems, rather than news–and my chief interest probably was in news, as for the four years I was in Coe I wrote all the college news published by the Republican-then the leading paper in the opinion of many.  But it now has gone the way of hundreds of morning papers.

Remaining impressions of work in those days is the afternoon when some bully of a team to the south laid for Chet Armstrong, our foot ball captain, and broke his leg.  Those were the days of real sport.  I tore to the Republican office to write the story before supper, and had typed about half a page of copy when Fred Lazell, city editor, came into the city room and glanced at my lead.  He had heard of the accident, and when he saw that I had opened the story with that he said: "You'll make a newspaper man all right."  That was high praise indeed.

. . . . [George Knott, the business manager] and I were most happy when we were able to get enough money from subscribers and advertisers to pay the printing.  I recall that when the spoils of the season were divided in June before commencement, or just afterwards, the total compensation of the business and editorial staff was a new hat which Knott's mother got from one advertiser.  Trade was more popular with merchants than cash.

Frederic W. Mahlke, Business Manager, 1908

When I was nominated by the student body as Business Manager of the Cosmos, the paper was a monthly, which I changed to a Bi-weekly getting out a copy twice a month.  The previous year there had been financial difficulties but this was remedied, so that there were sufficient funds left to present the editor Miss Essie Hoag with a gold watch for her efficient editorial work, suitably engraved.

 During those horse and buggy days, "working your way through college" took ingenuity-and while I usually got a "D" in English-I was a good trader-and how I did trade!  Everytime I needed suits, shoes, shirt, ties, white vests for banquets, etc., etc., I added an extra page of advertising and stalked the downtown business men.  In fact, I took out so much in trade for advertising that Charley Jones, our printer, often waited for his money. . . .

One things stands out in my mind about getting the student body to subscribe.  Before the graduating class left in June 1907, I got their dollars for the Cosmos, on the plea that no alumnus should entirely sever all connections after leaving Coe.  Then in September, I got a table in the old chapel and automatically delegated myself as a committee of one on matriculation.  As the Freshman came through the door, I was the first one to greet them, and as a solemn senior took their dollars for the Cosmos as part of the regular routine.  How many freshmen rooming together had two or more copies in their rooms I never found out, but I know during that fall, my life was threatened several times—

Harold Leonard Bowman, Editor-in-Chief, .

A friend of mine with a deficient sense of humor, at a dinner was to introduce as the chief speaker, an editor.  He planned to get a laugh by saying, "Did you hear about the terrible accident?  An editor dropped six stories–into a wastebasket!"  But he actually said, "An editor dropped six floors into a wastebasket," and was puzzled because he got no response.  Any remarks of a forgotten editor, thirty-two years past, would be equally flat.  So I simply send congradulations and best wishes for the second half of the century!

Clarence Clyde Minard, Business Manager, 1909-11.

Did I make any money out of the Cosmos?  I wonder.  Pay for the advertising space was taken in merchandise, for the most part.  When I left Coe I recollect that I packed about 40 shirts, a couple dozen pairs of socks, about a gross of handkerchiefs, and ties enough to supply the whole tribe of Iggorotees ["i go rot"] with wearing apparel.  I could [have] easily started a haberdashery store.  But I was in debt to Charley Jones to the tune of about $100.00 and I couldn't get him to take merchandise on the a

The Patter Coloumn Of the Cosmos

Patter Column Anthology:

The Patter column first appeared in the Cosmos January 27 1922. Newell Rogers was the editor and instigator. For thirty {accurate?} years Patter made its weekly appearance, filled with silly songs and stories about professors and coeds on campus. The following is a collection of material printed in Patter.

January 27, 1922:

We announce a prize contest - the prize to be a cut glass handle to a lemon squeezer - for the best name for Voorhees Quadrangle. The editor suggests the House of a Thousand Gossips.          

The College Cynic dubs it the Asylum for Potential Wives. What do you think?

Mail you titles to the Editor of Patter, care of The Cosmos. Who will win the cut glass handle to the lemon squeezer? Think fast, ma cherie, think fast!

March 31, 1922:

About an hour after The Cosmos was on the street last week six men and one girl rushed in, after reading about "The House of a Thousand Candles" as a title for Voorhees, and told us we'd made a mistake in spelling and said the title should be: "The House of a Thousand Scandals."

April 21, 1922:

The Pat. Ed. Tries His Hand at Poe

It was dusk and the wind howled shrilly through the bare treetops. The windows of the dingy old fraternity house turned back the sickly rays of a dull-red setting sun, as if determined not to let the light break the mantles of gloom and darkness that shrouded the interior.

I entered with a sickening dread clutching at my heart. And my most horrible apprehensions were confirmed.

Everything was disorder. As I advanced I made out a formless figure on the staircase. It was the fraternity president. His clothing was awry and his eyes wore a glassy stare. He was down on his hands and knees, systematically pulling the tacks tout of the staircase carpet with his teeth!

Suddenly from the library came sounds as if all the fiends of hell were loosed. I started to flee, but steeled myself, and crept to the door. Tow sophomores were locked in a death struggle, as with foam-flecked lips they cursed each other and shrieked aloud.

With pallid cheeks and quaking knees I stumbled on, determined to piece the mystery. From the music rooms across the hall came the sound of dull thuds. A junior was beating his brains out by butting his head against the piano.

On over the house of death I wandered. In the dining room I found what had been three pure, innocent freshmen. They had been sent to college by doting parents, unaware of the horrible fate that awaited them...the bodies of the three boys were horribly mutilated.

Hunched over in grotesque attitudes, the stiffened corpses of the fraternity steward and the hasher that lay in the kitchen. Between them was an empty bottle that had contained a mixture of wood alcohol and carbolic acid. My whole being grew sick as I gazed upon their bloated faces...

I passed my hands over my eyes, and started to grope my way out of this fiendish abode of death. Then I noticed a curious circumstance. Each of the dead men gripped in his hand a slip of paper. Swaying slightly, I secured one of them. The paper contained a jumble of letters, al of them well down in the alphabet. A code, I thought! Perhaps a clue to their death?

Then an awful suspicion seized my soul. I hastened to the next man - the ghastly idea was confirmed! I shrieked aloud - my head whirled - a sickening nausea over took me - and I sank to the floor in a swoon.

 The mid-semester grades had been published.

 May 5, 1922:

Wuxtra! The return of Scoop!

The Ballade of the Infant Terrible

When Atlanta ran her race

To choose the man whom she would wed

The critics rose and cried, "Disgrace!"

"It’s not the thing to do," they said

Then hands were wrung and tears were shed

"The world," they cried, "has goneeschew,

Alack the good old days are dead

What ARE the young folks coming to?

 In Plymouth town in olden time,

The Pilgrim fathers, stern and proud,

Condemned a maid of awful crime

And ducked her well before the crowd

"The devil's in her," they avowed,

"She's steeped in evil through and through-

The wench has dared to laugh aloud-

What ARE the young folks coming to?"

When grandpa was in manhood's pride

He vaunted of his horsemanship.

He took the girls to buggy ride

and started at a merry clip –

But elders curled a scornful lip,

Said, "Here's a pretty how-de-do.

He wraps the lines around the whip-

What ARE the young folks coming to?

L'envoy Oh, Prince, when will these critics learn

That they are asking nothing new

When they demand with great concern,.

"What ARE the young folks coming to?"

March 29, 1923:

Near Disaster on First Ave

What almost became a tragedy occurred in the spring flood waters at First avenue and Thirteenth street yesterday afternoon, when the gondola of Dean Maria Leonard was rammed by a canoe containing a number of prominent Coe Greeks. The accident occurred when the left paddle, wielded by Brother Ralph Lacey, broke as the fraternity canoe reached the corner, and the canoe skidded into the faculty barge.

As a result of the collision, Prof. Joseph Kitchin, who had been standing in the stern of the gondola playing his violin for the benefit of Miss Leonard, Prof. Patty, Mrs. Spencer and Sgt. Seay, who were seated in the bow, was pitched backward into the icy spring waters, violin and all.

The prompt action of Prof. Patty probably saved Mr. Kitchin's life. Mr. Patty quietly removed his glasses and plunged bravely over the side to the struggling figure of Mr. Kitchin on the asphalt bottom of the watery street far below.

After smacking Mr. Kitchin on the jaw to keep him from struggling, Mr. Patty towed the recumbent form of the violinist to the surface, where the members of the party hauled him into the gondola.

A pulmoter, which Miss Leonard always carries as a measure of precaution, was quickly applied, and after five pints of water had been pumped out of him, Mr. Kitchin sat up and asked Miss Leonard for a cigarette. In the confusion which followed, Mr. Kitchin jumped overboard, swam to the campus and has not been seen since.

Neither of the boats were harmed and no one was injured in the collision. The fraternity men were late for a 2:05 class, but upon the request of Miss Leonard, Dean Stookey has consented to excuse their cuts.

Mr. Kitchin's violin has not been recovered. Divers were sent down but were not able to locate the instrument. It is thought if there are no more blizzards, when the rest of the snow has melted, and the water somewhat subsides, that the violin may be recovered.

 November 8, 1923

Patter's program for Student Life

Rise at ten.

Breakfast at eleven.


Lunch at one

Poker till three

Auto ride

Dinner at six




Study - tomorrow.

 March 19, 1925:

Our Weekly Interview

(This week, Mr. Dille)

(Exclusive to Patter)

No, I can't understand why the students persist in naming me the most popular pedagogue on the campus. I never bit for popularity. I try merely to go about my business and instill in the spongy craniums of the students a few facts about geology. You know geology is a kindred subject to my students. They have so much in common. For rocks are hard and so are the students.  Well, you get what I mean. No, I've cut out hurling chalk except at the worse specimens. The reason? Well, the other day I got mad. I asked a young lad to describe a flora. He asked me what her last name was. I tossed a piece of chalk at his manly brown and it went out the window and hit Dean Stookey on the nose. I understand it was the first time the dean really ever had his nose powdered. What part of The Cosmos do I read first? Why, the Patter column of course!

November 26, 1925

Dear Sew:

I was shocked to read in The Cosmos last week a description about meeting held at Coe. The sentence read, "The first meeting of the editors and faculty advisors of the Freshman Folio was hell Monday night." I appreciate the efforts of the Cosmos in printing the truth about everything that happens on the campus, but I do believe that your paper carried the truth too far in printing that statement. The meeting probably was just as you described it, for many of the meetings in which the faculty members participate sometimes do get pretty hot, but please do not tell the truth all the time in your sheet. It's the truth that hurts, you know.
-A Faculty Member.

May 20, 1926

Announce Raffle of members of the Faculty

In these days when Fords, ironing boards, radios, chewing gum, knickers, and fly swatters are being raffled off by the Elks, Wobblies, W.C.T.U., Gyros, and the I Will Rise and shine Societies, why would it not be one good idea to dispose of the unmarried members of the Coe faculty in similar fashion? There would be many advantages which would accrue to this college as the result of such a scheme. For instance there would be more attendants at Faculty picnics on Flunk Day.

Statistics show, according to Benson's catalogue, that there are twenty-nine unmarried women on the Coe faculty and nine unmarried men. As a logical deduction from out present conception of the properness of the monogamist fashion, it would therefore seem that twenty of the women must draw byes in this contest. But we would have done our share in bringing together the faculty members by promoting this raffle, and if the first attempt should prove successful, we might find twenty males from the Cornell faculty to complete our spring home-making campaign.

A list of the Twenty-nine unmarried faculty women follow: Nicholson, Inskeep, Heyberger, Stewart, Wikoff, Ryan, Crawford, Pritchett, Outland, Page, Swab, Haller, Talmage, Houts, Wolfe, Tolf, Schmidt, Tapper, Lambert, Maxwell, Beresford, Olson, Doolittle, Brownell, Turechek, Rider, Grannis, Hibbard, Nelson. WE use only the last names, since we have become of familiar with them.

Opposite these are placed the nine unmarried men, for which the twenty-nine women will make such a scramble. It means, ear readers, that twenty women must remain maidens. The men are: Bidwell, Daehler, Pickett, Basemann, Silliman, Jenkins, Meyer, Coffin and Hunt.

Of course, we intend that chances on these nine men should be sold only to the unmarried ladies of the faculty. Coeds are barred from bidding, in spite of the fact that some are trying to make a catch among the faculty men. Chances should sell of at least $10 dollars each. Maybe some of the Coe teachers would give up their European tours, which have been planned for this summer, in order to take advantage of this bargain sale. They could use their savings in an attempt to draw a husband. (The editor of Patter column will now receive sealed bids from all enterprising organizations on the campus that wish to take over this concession).

May 27, 1926:

Sergeant Seay does not wish to have his name mentioned in this issue of Patter.

September 21, 1949

The Patter column, which had become primarily a gossip column over the years, officially became The Wastebasket, which was dedicated exclusively to campus gossip. The introductory paragraph was as follows:

In response to the varied and widespread demand by members of the Byron S. Hollinshead Fan Club, Inc., we offer you this column as a means of satisfying the eager and enthusiastic desires for people to see their name in print. We are willing to print any and all truths concerning things and people on or about Co' 's campus. We are not fearful of offending anyone or smiting libel because of insurance carried by The Cosmos with the Butler & Latchaw Clearing House. Our motto is "A word said in jest is jest a word said."

This column continued until January of 1950, when Under the Victory Bell, also dedicated to campus gossip, replaced it.

 March 22, 1950:

Everyone who attended the Military ball will remember the frenzied queries over the PA system concerning the cars parked on the yellow line out in front of Ar-mar. No one bothered to claim them - until after the ball when President Hollinshead and Howard Unzeitig received free parking tickets from the Marion police force.

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