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the fact that these groups never broke down, and that is just too bad. The centripetal character of Yale activities carried away our time and interests and replaced the college with one of the most enjoyable and expen- sive dorms ever built. Calhoun, like every other college, had a de- bating association. It was reserved for people who want to develop their public speaking potentialities, certainly an important goal in life. Ken Thompson and Jack Wahlquist up- held the honor of the ' Houn. Ray Walker, Don Olsen, and Bob Brink departed from the college to enjoy their own particular brands of connubial bliss. We didn ' t see nearly enough of these three couples. One of the most ex- clusive of the Yale clubs was propagated during our three years. It has no officers, no heeling comps, and only two members. Somewhere in the tower, George Mer- rill, and Jo Elder are convened. This is in contradiction to the club of the many which is firmly ensconced in front of the ' Houn TV set. Officers are, tuner, Bill Emerson; commen- tator, Bill I ' in ' r-..ii: mediator of volume disputes, Bill Emerson; historian, Wild Bill Emerson. It now becomes the rather doleful task to investigate the college ' s social morale. With Craig Farrow at the helm of the social com- mittee there is very little one can say. Three members of the college (two in Phi Bete, the other in Tau Bete) never had a date: Dan Case, Doug Scalapino, and Dick Koplow are the offenders. There were many opportuni- ties for calm recreation in the college; and it was not hard to amuse your dates. We had pool, ping pong, and two squash courts. The Calhoun flick set carried on, unaf- fected by anything more profound than the rationale for hold-overs at the College. Brad Bayne, George Braley, Jim Prokop, and John Grossman have excelled in this field of human endeavor. The Calhoun Sinfo- nia, a new organization this year devoted to the joys of music and the body, was formed to bring a broader social outlook to the college. This disintegration is our class ' contribution to Calhoun College. I ' m disappointed, but not enough to quote The Wash-land. John C. Farrell : «

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Such theatrical endeavors bring back rather stark memories of the Calhoun Players ' pro- duction of Julius Caesar (in ROTC uniforms) last spring. Tom Cockerill and Dick Sassoon, although members of the Players, refused to participate. So we had Anthony with a Maine accent by Marv Karp; Pindarus straight from Long Island; Mettulus Cimber, some- what tempered by Brook ' s School; plus sup- port from those spearcarriers extraordinaire, Phil Dearborn and Dick Sterns. We played to small but enthusiastic audiences. The play has entered history and the Calhoun morgue of old theatricals outside the library, with pictures by Don Kardon and his mobile darkroom. This year we ' re hoping to do An- tony and Cleopatra, but only if Mrs. Cle- ment can be prevailed upon to play Cleo. Her ' s and Mr. Clement ' s fame at tea parties is already legendary. Don Scott ' s abundant shoulders felt a lot of responsibility this year. As chief-aide he was responsible for the daily shape-up on the Calhoun docks. Jerry Luxemburger, as chief-loafer, managed to avoid the minimum amount of clerical work by keeping his hand- writing almost illegible. Wertzie, responsible for the whole Calhoun library, made many notable strides in the field of library science, none of which are very interesting, but all of which are very, very, definite strides. His main hindrance was John Kirkland, who kept taking books out of the library without signing for them, taking the plates off, and sending them to his friends as presents. The aide staff functioned smoothly only because of the services of their water-boy and chief- worrier, Hay a Babcock. The ' Houn dining hall presented a definite problem. Hierarchy and distinction exist in only two places: in the Hall at Calhoun, and at Woodbridge Hall. There are places where ones does, and places where one doesn ' t sit. There was the future endowment table, at which the future endowment regularly sat. It isn ' t reserved or anything, but that row of shrunken heads on the dining hall fire- place mantel bears eloquent testimony to its inviolability. Bob Doran, Ernie Lundell, Jimmy Doak, Frank Henry, Billy Strong, Frank Wilson, and Jim Greenway ( You know, THAT crew. ) were rarely caught far from it. What were rather appropriately called the athletes sat in: a) the opposite corner, b) midway on the south side of the Hall at square table number sixteen. This distinction in rank was not major or minor Y, but the paid attendance at their sport, football being the highest, the rest decreas- ing in proportion to the gate. Kerry Dono- van, Jim Armstrong, Bob Gallaway, Jim Coker, and Bill Hawkins were in the first; Eob Gow, Dwight Gibb, Jules Cohen, Phil Mathias in the other. The center file of tables was reserved for the non-participators. Tables for four will nicely seat a room and prevent all intermingling. Jerry Paden, Andy Susanin, Al Somers, and Harley Baretz are just one room that is like this. Most of the staleness of our three years has resulted from 57

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DAVENPORT COLLEGE Daniel Merriman, Master