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~ About: A 1961-65 Park College Diary ~ As a high school girl and then a college coed in the first half of the 1960s, I wrote nightly entries on the pages of one-year diaries. In January 2010 I began transcribing the entries into a blog and gave each one a title. I grew up on three farms within 30 miles of Iowa City and the University of Iowa with its Iowa Writers' Workshop. As the oldest of four daughters, in my diaries I sometimes referred to my sisters as "the kids" or "the girls." We helped our parents, but we also had good, wholesome fun - a characteristic I took with me to Park. Park is 300 miles southwest of West Chester, Iowa, in Parkville, Missouri, on the Missouri River 10 miles northwest of Kansas City, Missouri, and across the river from Kansas City, Kansas. In 2000 Park College became Park University. Today Park's flagship campus is in Parkville and there are an additional 41 campus centers across the nation. Park was one of the first educational institutions in the United States to offer online learning. My last post was on May 22, 2018. I may be followed on Twitter @BarbaraMcDWhitt.

Whole Class Gets "Outstanding Frosh" Award - Saturday, September 15, 1962

Hell Week was really good this year. We did have some faculty objections , but as students we "got back at them" through several things said at frosh court. For instance, the goon squad gave the "four outstanding frosh" award to the whole freshman class because of the way they had taken the opposition. Kathy was "found guilty" of "importing sugar into America." Then there was "Leaky Peekey" (Brian Peeke), etc. I went with Barb Page to the softball game. The upperclass won. Jim Peeke was sitting on a bench by Mackay alone this morning when I came out. I've been waiting for a "lifetime" for a chance like that, and then I didn't stop to talk to him. Oh, Barbara McDowell, will you ever learn?

Watching the Goon Squad at 4:00 This Morning - Friday, September 14, 1962

Margie and I had our alarms set for 4:00 to get up and watch the goon squad raid the Hawley girls. At five till 4:00 I was awake and heard several girls paddle down the hall and also heard two people walk past outside. I got over to the window just in time to see the disappearing shadows of what were probably two goon hats. We watched the 4:00 sharp firecrackers and screaming arrival and saw them walk around the parking lot. It was interesting to observe this time (memories!), see the different Hawley lights blink on. This afternoon was the beanie ceremony and tug-of-war. It's all just like last year. Jim Hunter, the one I went to the spring festival dance with, did an excellent job working for us. I will have to try to get Kathy's work in. Margie, Nancy and I saw "The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" tonight.

Hell Week is Officially Underway - Thursday, September 13, 1962

Hell Week began tonight. This year we watched the entry of the goon squad into Upper Commons as upperclassmen. The freshmen this year are more organized (or seem to be) than we were. The goons are still a terrible sight! We had an upperclass meeting at 4:00 in Alumni while the freshmen had theirs in the chapel. The Stylus looked really good. They only had room for one of my articles, and that was reduced to the first paragraph. I read history in the library tonight. Hope I can handle Urban's probable "questions" tomorrow! They've dropped Commons dress regulations except for Wednesday night and Sunday noon! Dr. Hampl wants some of us to meet Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 1:00 for French. That's going to unbalance my schedule!! Blah! 

Found a $5 Bill on the Copley Stairs - Wednesday, September 12, 1962

Tonight Regina and I went down to the print shop to read proof for the Stylus. We were supposed to do it this afternoon, but the print shop didn't have the proof ready. Carol's laying the paper out reminded me of the hours I used to spend doing that for the high school paper. On our way back from the print shop this afternoon I found a $5 bill on the Copley stairs. I had it announced in Commons. I guess the loser will have to tell me the nature of the loss. I almost wish I hadn't found it - it gave me a queasy feeling to see five whole dollars lying there. I've never been in this kind of position before.

Am Liking Psychology and Sociology - Tuesday, September 11, 1962

So far I've managed to keep at the studies - and I'd better. I accomplished a lot more tonight than I thought I was going to. Last night Hawley stole Deering's fire hydrant and tonight Herr House stole it from Hawley. This should prove interesting. We were informed that we'd be stiff and sore tomorrow from modern dance. Bonnie Null is letting me wear her leotard for the class. We had a meeting about phys ed requirements and intramurals. My courses are setting me to thinking psychologically and sociologically.




Herr House Officers Are Elected - Monday, September 10, 1962

We are all concentrating on studies - typical for the first of the year - but most of us have challenging schedules for that matter. We had a house meeting tonight at 11:00 so I didn't get all of my sociology read - probably wouldn't have anyway. We elected officers. Regina Font for social chairman was the only sophomore. I went with Nancy to the International Relations Club (IRC) this afternoon. Carol Patterson, the Stylus editor, said I did a good job with the news I wrote. Great old college. Some of the freshmen guys are parading around outside "announcing Hell Week" and Herr House has just become an uproar. Must investigate!

We Went to Parkville Presbyterian Church - Sunday, September 9, 1962

I went with Margaret McElwain and Barb Page to the Parkville Presbyterian Church this morning. Hal Henderson gave us a ride from the gym road on and brought us back afterwards. They aren't having Sunday morning chapel services any more but are on Sunday evenings. The idea is to get everyone to go to church in Parkville or nearby. This afternoon I read psychology, this evening religion, and got my Stylus articles ready for Carol.