Central Connecticut State University - Dial Yearbook (New Britain, CT)

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MEMURIE 'The class of '48 are we Starting out on 4 stormy rea. Those words of our Freshman song weren't just put in because they rhymed. We did start out on a stormy sea. VE Day and VJ Day were just fond hopes. Those memorable days when we were green from the halls of our high school were over. Those first few terrifying student days. The place was so big. All those courses- those orientation assemblies-those high and mighty seniors. We were scared. There weren't very many men in our class then. The mailboxes in the dorm were filled with letters with F.P.O. or A.P.O. in the return add- resses. Will we ever forget initiation-the controversial up- side down skirts-the pigtails-the make-up-the rolled pant legs-the billboards with our names on them-Freshman Court? Those first days of being dull, stupid Freshman as we sat trembling in class, slaving over books nightly Cof course that's B.W.L.B., Before We Learned Bridge.D Those were the days when we sophisticated ladies took up smoking. Those were the days of 'our first All College Hallo- ween party, our first College formal, the Junior Prom. First the I.R.C. Conference and then Fall Sports Day each took their turn in the spotlight. We went to our first All College Banquet as waiters and waitresses. Our Freshman year saw the arrival of Mr. Wilhoit and the revival of chorus. We Freshman put on the Christmas Assembly. We were beginning to feel at home. We left for Teachers College of Connecticut in September and went home from T.C.C. in Decem- ber. When january rolled around something was strangely different, the Seniors were gone. We excitedly cheered our basketball team. After all, weren't they mostly Freshman? Remember the Cheney Chorus's concert-Spring Play Day-the barn dance. We saw College Theater at work with their presentation of Dear Lady Be Brave and Woman in the Freight Car. The first Spring Concert rolled 'round, were we proud of our chorus! Miss Hendricks left. To our surprise we were Sophomores. Our hopes were realized that summer and the war was over. What a year that started out to be! We made the class of '49 squirm through initiation. Fall Sports Day--that was old stuff to us. Coach Kaiser came back from the wars. Our basketball team was pretty good that year Cin our opinionb. Star Dust-the theme of our first post war formal-the Christmas recess and transformations. The registrar had more work come january. Our enrollment was swelled by a hundred vets. It was now that things began to happen to our campus. Dwelling units for the married vets sprung up from behind Marcus White Hall. There was talk of a men's dorm. Remember March? That's when the class of '48 showed the school. We threw a dance. The first formal Sophomore Hop. The gym was clothed in green and gold and transformed into a park for the night. April rolled around and found the enrollment doubled. T.C.C. was growing up-nothing slow about us. We had a chance to go to our first Eastern States Confer- ence. We danced at the Social Ac formal, at the junior Prom. We cheered the track team, the tennis team, the baseball team on to victory. Sport dances in the gym, a T.C.C. reunion, and the Spring Concert. The smash hit of the year was My Sister Eileen. Well, what else could be expected. After all didn't two mem- bers of our class have the leads? New faculty members, old ones leaving, Mr. Pratt retired, no longer to teach Freshman Biology. The Garrisons, Mrs. Johnson left. Modern languages were

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M MllIllE added to the curriculum. T.C.C. then was all the new faces, the increasing pall of smoke in the lounge, the faster tempo. The old order changeth yielding place to the new. T.C.C. hit the thousand mark at the start of our Junior year. We were upper classmen. We came back to more than a tripled enrollment. We came back to Rockwell, to Rockland, to bunks in The lounge really hadn't been crowded our Sophomore year, we just hadn't realized its capacity until our Junior year. Faculty members increased almost geometrically. T.C.C. had a football team. Home Coming weekend made its appearance on the campus calendar for the first time. It was a weekend of pajama parades, dances, decorations, skits and football. Sport dances were common now at T.C.C. Rockland and Marcus White Hall. This was the year of the Blue Devil's mighty quintet. Remember the Holy Cross game? This was also the year we got our first taste of training. Can you ever forget those rambunctious butterflies in your stomach the first time you took over a class? The P.A. was beginning to show. College Theater put on that memorable presentation of The Nativity. We came back in january to Winter Weekend at Marcus White Hall with the Snow Ball formal. This, our junior year, was the first time we '-48ers had a chance to be elected to Kappa Delta Pi, Wh0'5 Who in American Colleger and Univerrizier and as an exchange student to the University of New Brunswick. This was a year too of dancing, the Social Ac dances, the Sophomore Hop, and most important of all, The junior Prom where we danced to soft music in a Southern background. We juniors went in increasing numbers to the Eastern States Conference. For the first time since 1938 the Seniors took over faculty positions and administra- tion duties for Senior Week. We laughed and enjoyed The Man Who Came To Dinner which was strictly sockeroo. College Theater had once again reached the top. Golf and skiing had been added as sports on the college program. Mr. Wilhoit directed the chorus in another superb concert. The College Red Cross unit entertained at Avon Old Farms. Everywhere the diver- gent interests of the students showed themselves in the new clubs, the new frat, the new sports, the new activities. The class of '47 graduated and we became the Seniors. Most of us had to stop and pinch ourselves, it couldnt be true, we couldnt be Seniors. We couldn't have been at T.C.C. three years. Time flew by. Our Senior year-more landmarks. The new gym, the new library, the new bookstore, the new work- shops, the new lounge. We were split up a bit at the start of the year with trainees from Hartford to New Haven. T.C.C. had grown to 1300 students. But the year flew by starting with sport dances, Fall Sports Day, the Sophomore Hop, Home Coming Weekend and the Halloween party. '47 ended with the Christmas formal. We came back in january-January of '48- '48 why this was the year we were to graduate. It couldnt be true, but it the concergdances, basket- ball, football and baseball games, the College Theater play, the Eastern States Conference, all flew by with maddening haste. Senior Week with President Stevens, Dean Harper, Dean of Men Meligonis, Dean of Women Winzig, Dean of Resident Women Picone, Training Supervisors Galvin and Doody, Registrar Marino, Assistant Registrar Callion, Vets Counsellor Petruzello. All sped by. Memories of our Senior Ball lingered on. There were other membories-memories of the HB, the College Spa, D.Pfs and the other bits that round out College life. The years are over, the day is done. This is not the senior's Dial but our Dial. Weire through. With tears and laughter we part way to follow our paths as leaders of youth. But no matter how or what may come, the Class of 548 will be always together if only in our memories.