Monday, February 26,1968
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
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The gun sounds... 'Give'em hell... Big Blue...'
Kansan photos by Moe Behravesh
text by John Marshall
“. . ten . . nine . . eight . . seven . .
six . . ”
A KU coed squirmed, screwed her face in anguish and waited for the gun to sound. KU's luck finally had run out.
The come-from-behind, final-seconds-free-throw offense had flopped. Amidst befuddled cries of "POPP," "Hey wreck silo tech," and "Kill K-State," sat the KU student—pondering the fate of a sagging, dragging Jayhawk basketball team.
The skin of a bare leg squeaked against the hardwood as a pom pon girl sat down hard in frustration. And "the coach" scowled, and threw a towel—his tie hanging out as he jerked at his pants and signaled for another time out.
Ushers paced the aisles nervously and yelled at people to stop smoking.
No time showed.
The gun had sounded; the game would soon become a sad topic of conversation over beer and loud music. And as thousands of frowns walked out the doors, someone murmured,
"Give 'em hell, Big Blue, give 'em . . . hell . . ."
In today's ivy-covered jungle, if you don't stay with it,the competition will eat you alive.
Let's face it. You can't afford to be drowsy. Not in class.
Not in your room. Not ever.
So when you feel the grip of drowsiness pulling you down, fight it off.
Get out the NoDoz. It'll help you sp recall, your perception, your ability to solve problems — without being habit forming. So you can pad through the jungle. Alert. And ready to strike. After all, you're the lion, not the lamb.