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Castle On The Hill
1938 The Ranger Annual
Northwestern State Teachers' College

Naoh Built The First One

written in 1938 by - Ross Strader

"Meetha 'tha Ark?" he ventured.

"Oke, 'bout nine," she murmured demurely as they parted for an evening meal or for countless reasons why people should part and then meet one another at the old campus hangout 'bout nine in the evening.

Don't look for Ripley's by-line but actually, there are a few students who've never been inside the Ark. No sir! Their mothers won't let them go inside -- but then, there are some men students who live there. True, they leave to take their girls home, but if they linger on teh front steps awhile they can come back for an early breakfast.

To a pretty little freshman co-ed from Podunk, the Ark is a symbol of the college bright-lights, and it lures her away from her readin' and writin' -- they don't teach arithmetic to first year co-eds -- and it's a place where those gay college fellows loaf, who might -- well, they might notice her.

To seasoned collegiate imbiber of the pint, the Ark is just a place to stagger in and out of. A place where there is music, a friendly spirit, and a jovial atmosphere. A place where he is unmolested and can sober up with -- well, with what ver people use to sober up.

But to the masses, that upper ninety some per cent, the Ark is a place where you go to see who's there, and where whoever's there is there to see who's there, who's there to --

It's a place with a swell manager and operated by a swell bunch of students. A place that will always remain in teh memory of every Northwestern student. A place of color, and of friends.

So clinking your coke glass with mine, "Here's to the Ark."

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