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■ M.ff T V • ' A i ' i r 4 ; ' f J|j ' T ' -i THE EMERSONIAN 1947 year hook of EMERSON COLLEGE BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS PROLOGUE TO The Time Of Your Life In the time of your life, live — so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding-place and let it be free and unashamed. Place in matter and in flesh the least of the values, for these are the things that hold death and must pass away. Discover in all things that which shines and is beyond corruption. Encourage virtue in what- ever heart it may have been driven into secrecy and sorrow by the shame and terror of the world. Ignore the obvious, for it is unworthy of the clear eye and the kindly heart. Be the inferior of no man, nor of any man be the superior. Remember that every man is a variation of yourself. No man’s guilt is not yours, nor is any man’s innocence a thing apart. Despise evil and ungodliness, but not men of ungodliness or evil. These understand. Have no shame in being kindly and gentle, but if the time comes in the time of your life to kill, kill and have no regret. In the time of your life, live — so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it. — William Saroyan By permission of Harcourt Brace Co. The Emersonian Eive With respect this hook is dedicated ' ' And even the ivise are merry of tongue: ' — Yeats. He stood before us smiling gently, his hand clasping a half-opened volume bound in soft red leather. The book had a slightly worn, familiar look as if it had been used more often than not, but by someone who loved it well. His eyes, always dancing and warm, instantaneously took on more vigor than usual and seemed to be commanding us to listen to what he was about to say. He began to lecture on the sources and general characteristics of the play, and we became aware once more that he was sharing with us something which to him was very vitally alive — not Shakespeare from the sixteenth century redrawn for classical history, not Shakespeare of the dusty tombs and stuffy bookshelves, but Shakespeare as a man whose scope and thought and understanding had been written for us to grasp. We thought of all the plays which had come to us this way, new and bright and ready to be read — Hamlet, King Lear, Julius Caesar, Richard 111, Twelfth Night, A W mter ' s Tale — through the vast store of the little red volume bound in soft leather, filled with notes along the margins of the pages. We thought of the man now standing before us, and remembered the day he had taken the platform to interpret Romeo and Juliet, so that we should never forget the beauty and splendor and significance of the lines. He spoke now of Heminges and Condell, and of the first printing of Shake- speare in the Folios. Of Shakespeare he was speaking as of a man he had per- sonally known and loved well, as of a contemporary for whom he had the deep- est respect, yet someone he knew first as a person, then as an artist. His lecture sparkled with the richness of his interest, with the anecdotes and reminiscences which do not belong in text books, and for lack of which texts are sometimes very dull. He liked to talk of Kittridge, that man who had a similar love for Shake- speare. He liked to tell us of Quartos and Folios still in existence, where they are, and how they had been found. He had brought us to a point where we were anxious for the play itself, anxious for another chance to recapture Shakespeare as a whole and moving force, to understand again how well he knew the greatness of the strivings which make man finally a part of humanity where he meets a common destiny with the rest. Joseph E. Connor, A.M. Professor of Speech; Director of the Summer Session. EMERSONIAN STAEE Editor-in-Chiej JoHANNH Black Assistant Editor Jean Garris Photography Editor Advertising Manager Norma Leary Rosemary Davis Literary Editor Robert Guest Assistant Literary Editor Theodore Chandler Art Editor David Wiley Louis Smith Murray Dann Subscription Editor Joan Kessler Norma Bacigalupo Advertising Staff Judith Britton Elinore Ziff Subscription Staff Carolyn Jackson Eriends-of-Enierson Editor Elaine Ducharme Marilyn Kahn Ruth Roblin Business Manager Rosemary Davis Nancy Pasternak ACKNOWLEDGMENTS To the entire Emersonian staff for their cooperation. To President Green for his help and consideration. To Stephen Plimpton for his photography. To the Hancock Press that printed this book. Eight The Emersonian TABLE OF CONTENTS Page Frontispiece .......... 2 Foreword .......... 5 Dedication .......... 6, 7 Yearbook Staf¥ ......... 8 Faculty and Administration . . . . . . . 10-16 Seniors ........... 17-40 Classes and Organizations ........ 41-54 Freshman, Sophomore Classes ...... 42-43 Junior Class, Student Government, Pan Flellenic . . . 44-45 Glee Club, Berkeley-Beacon, I. R. C. . . . . . 46-47 Newman Club, I. B. S., Sigma Delta ..... 48-49 Kappa Gamma Chi, Phi Mu Gamma, Zeta Phi Eta . . . 50-51 Alpha Pi Theta, Phi Alpha Tau ...... 52-53 Activities Review ......... 54 Literature .......... 55-66 Features .......... 67-80 Drama .......... 68-7 1 On The Campus . . . . . . . . 71-75 Off The Campus ........ 76-79 Forever Whipperboo ........ 80 Advertising .......... 83-100 Student Index . . . . . . . . . .101-105 The Emersonian Nine FACULTY Boylston Green, Ph.D., President of the College William Howland Kenney, Professor of Speech Elsie Rutherford Riddell, B. S. in Ed.,- Professor of Speech Joseph E. Conner, A.M.; Professor of Speech, Director of Summer Session Gertrude Binley Kay, Professor of Drama Ruth Southwick Maxfield, Professor of English Dorothy Parkhurst, Ph D.; Professor of Romance Languages Rowland Gray-Smith, Ph.D.; Professor of Philosophy Grovef C. Si ' AW, Fd.M.,- Associate Professor of Speech Charles W. Dudley, A.M.; Associate Professor of Radio Speech David S. Berkowitz, Ph.D.; Associate Professor of History Francis Mahard, Assistant Professor of Drama Roger Wheeler, Instructor in Radio Speech Elliot Norton, A.B.; Instructor in English Barbara Stuart Standish, A.B.; Instructor in English Richard Pierce, B.D.; Associate Professor of History Leslie Bidwell, A.M.; Instructor in Drama Marion Hamblin, A.M.; Instructor in Speech Elizabeth Hughes Morris, B.L.L; Instructor in Drama Rosa Robbins, Ed.M.; Instructor in Psychology William D. Lynch, Instructor in Drama Jean OSTBY Johnson, A.M.; Instructor in English Marjorie Keith Stackhouse, Ed.M.; Instructor in Speech Patricia Havens, Instructor in Drama GUISEPPE Merlino, Ins tructor in Modern Languages Maria Paporello, Instructor in Drama Warren Steinkraus, A.B., S.T.B., Instructor in English William A. Stuart, B.S.; Instructor in History Ruth Thomas Turner, B.L.L; Instructor in Radio Speech Edith Vogel, Ph.D.; Instructor in Modern Languages May H. Leavis, Instructor in Psychology Samuel D. Robbins, A.M.; Professor of Psychology BOARD OF TRUSTEES T errn Expires 1947 Dr. Edward Howard Griggs, L.H.D., LLD. Mrs. Henry Lawrence Southwick, B.L.L Dr, Allan A. Stockdale, D.D. Term Expires 1948 Arthur G. Carver, LL.B. William T. Chase, LL.B. Mrs. William Vanamee Term Expires 1949 Allan Forbes, A.B, Dr, Walter R. Mansfield, A.B., M.D. W. Webster McCall, A.B. Term Expires 7950 Dr. Godfrey Dewey, Ed.M., Ed.D. William Howland Kenney Dr. Donald B. MacMillan, A.M., Sc.D. Dr. Russell Henry Stafford, D.D., LLD. Dr, Lowell Thomas, A.M., Litt.D, Term Expires 1951 MRS. Robert T. Bushnell, B.L.L Dr. Harry Seymour Ross, A.M., LL.D. Loomis Patrick, B.A., LL.B. Philip Young, A.B. Ten The Emersonian faculty administration clear eye and a kindly heart” Boylston Green, Ph.D, President of the College Ruth Maxfield English Gertrude Kay Drama William Kenney Speech Joseph Connor Speech Barbara Standish English Dorothy Parkhurst Language Grover Shaw Speech Psychology Rowland Gray-Smith Philosophy Emerson was built upon a theory, a plan to be carried out. Emersonians have come to know it as the Evolution of Expression, the analysis and syntheses of literary and dramatic art. The college has grown and the conception has broadened — the plan has become two-fold. There are now two avenues of endeavor, but the goal is the same. We come here primarily because we are interested in literature, radio, or the theatre. We study literature, psychology, philosophy, history, and the languages. We have a general liberal arts back- ground. We study radio, the theatre, costuming, make-up, stage-design, pan- tomime, and dance. We are equipped with a specialized training which we understand more fully because we know its growth and place in culture. The Emersonian Thirteen Warren Steinkraus English Marion Hamblin Speech Jean Johnson English William Lynch Drama Elliot Norton E-nglish Francis Mahard Drama William Stuart History Elsie Riddell Physical Education Leslie Bidwell Drama We have found in our classrooms a very personal and i nteresting relationship vt ' ith our faculty. They have taken time and considerable effort to treat us as individu- als, to know us as people with diverse backgrounds, and diverse aspirations. They have understood that we cannot grasp and grow as one, but must develop each in his own way, and we have appreciated their faith and understanding. They have stopped to chat with us af- ter classes, in the halls, over a cup of coffee and a cig- arette in the Espie, at our Christmas tea, in their homes. We have not been a number in a record book, a face in the classroom, a name on the roll, but individual people whom they have treated as friends. Fourteen The Emersonian Roger Wheeler Elizabeth Morris The Toneys Marjorie Stackhouse Radio Writing Speech Costuming Speech Radio Charles Dudley Richard Pierce David Berkowitz Radio History History Because of this relationship we have perhaps been better students. We have had a better chance to understand their knowledge of, and love for their subjects, have felt a keener interest and stimulation because of the professors who taught the courses. We have had the opportunity to question and discuss rather than accept lectures verbatim. It has given us the desire to think for ourselves, and that is perhaps the greatest thing any faculty is capable of doing for its student body. The Emersonian Fifteen ADMINISTRATION DOKOTHliA PAULL Nettie Chipman Harold Burke Charlotte Kaiser Edwin Fisher Margaret Wilson Sixteen The Emersonian ‘Lh r H , I ; it I the class of 194 7 " . . . not add to the misery and sorrow of the world but shall smile to the in- finite delight and mystery of it.” WE THE CLASS OF ’47— Wc were unafraid, and confident. All freshmen everywhere are un- afraid and confident. We entered the whirling new world, and said: " This is ours. We will take it — by force, if necessary.” But there were other forces besides our own. These swallowed us, and we lost our identity among the days of autumn. Outside the walls and windows of quiet thought, formless voices cried: " Grow up! Grow up! You are needed!” The world beyond changed and shifted in the discontent and concentrated purpose of war. Freshman Week was full of little terrors when the upper classmen were around with old revenge in their eyes. Dr. McKinley said: " This generation is important. It will decide so much.” And we wondered what he was thinking. We stopped going to the wrong classes, got our schedules straightened out, and made new friends. Remember these friends. They play an important part. We elected our officers, and from these seldom varied. But then we forgot, and laughed. We danced at the Interclass Dance as though there were no other world but music and motion. We dubbed our fellows knights of the pen, the proscenium, the scroll — they deserved the titles. We cried: " whoa!” for Mr. Kenney, and recited reams for Mr. Connor, flexed and extended for Miss Riddle — and this was our world bounded by the tri- angle of school, the dorm and the Espie. The patterns formed themselves — we got wise to the throbbing, beautiful city wc call ours, we caught on to the subway system, the lights at Berkeley and Beacon — so many things you perhaps don’t think are important. Summer. Home. The familiar strangers. The slow season turned and the calendar said September again, and the place was the same. There were new faces, empty spaces that once were names, or a laugh, or a friend. Then the peevish doubt set in. Where am I going? Autumn leaves trapped in the court yard, the theatre door banging in the last warm winds. What do I ex- pect to accomplish? And the voices cried again, but louder and more urgent now: " Grow up! Grow up! You are needed!” In what capacity? Where? How? Plays came in rapid succession. Strange to see our friends behind the lights transformed to other people. Make us believe, we thought, and Mr . Connor said: " Here are the tools.” Drama, comedy — like a deck of cards dropped to a neutral floor — each distinct, meaning various symbols, carrying different weights. We were seen, and we saw. The molten mass so desirous of being form began to take shape. And Mr. Kenney’s question reverberated against the unanswering walls: " Am I adequate? Am I adequate?” This second year the war ended. Philosophers said that this was our world, that the progress of it depended on those who dared to dream and who had vision. We stood on the threshold of knowing. Emerson led us to the door, but could not take us inside. The leaves of the books turned and we ElCiHTEEN The Emersonian thought the answer was near at hand. It was an unmarked road, and all those who had gone before had left few useful directions. Another September, after-summer-school-fatigue, another generation of leaves blowing down the Esplanade. Fewer this year. Marriage, circum- stances, change. We crowned our Prom Queen. Everyone was on his best behavior. We crowned our May Queen. The festival spirit prevailed and it was spring again in the court yard. We had surveyed the novel with Mrs. Standish and Mr. Packard. Even beauty said: " Prepare for anything and everything.” Now we knew that only the realist would fit. Only the realist could eventually achieve a fundamental answer. And the last year came. We had grown. We had a new dignity. Now we saw what we must do. We must return some of our privilege to those less privileged. We must give back what we didn’t take. It was not an answer — only a means. Now we have turned in our keys. It will be strange to leave. The finger prints on the knob will be erased at the next touch, and for a little while you will remember names and faces. We have evolved properly and by the book. We have mused with Shakespeare, and quibbled with Kaufman. We have be- come tangible in the voice that urges us on. Inspiration cannot be bought, or willed, or bargained for. Nor can we capsule in a word what it has meant. Walk up the front steps in the morning, sit on the grass on the lawns at sundown, push the smoke aside and look for a familiar face in the Espie. Listen to Mr. Connor and watch his face when he speaks of Romeo and Jidiet — or watch Mrs. Maxfield beam when someone slips and calls her Mrs. Shakespeare. The quiet of Chapel. The ever new excitement of Convo. Talk to Dr. Green. The subtle accent, the need, the departure. Someplace beyond knowing, we know. The room is empty. A pencil on the floor, a crumpled paper, a glove — these each say, someone was here. These lines were written by an unseen hand An hour ago. Do not reply to this address. ' Ask for us tomorrow. Poem : Horace Gregory. The Emersonian Nineteen MARGARET ADLER Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada Transferred from Stephens College, Columbia, Mo., 1945 Speech, Drama A.B. Public Productions 3; I. R. C. 4; Hillel So- ciety 4. NORMA BACIGALUPO Haverhill, Massachusetts Speech, Drama B.L.l. Newman Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Public Productions 1, 2; Emersonian 4. COSMOPOLITAN— She transferred into our midst bringing a quiet dignity. Her courtesy and charm mark her as a lady of subtle humor and promise. Trips from here to her Canadian home make Margaret the most traveled member of our class. IMPETUOUS — The hidden flame that fires the personality to another dimension. Nor- ma, who appears placid and imperturbable, has the spark in temper, personality and mind that rounds her into a mature and lovely lady. Twenty The Emersonian JOHANNE BLACK Ipswich, Massachusetts History, Social Science A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 1, 2, 3, 4; Dean’s List 1, 2, 3, 4; May Queen 3; L R. C. 4; Literary Club 3; Who’s Who In American Colleges and Universities 3, 4; Emersonian 4; Junior Recital 4. MARY ANN BOHEN Van Wie’s Point, Glenmont, New Jersey Transferred from New York State College, 1944 Speech, Drama A.B. Phi Mu Gamma 3, 4; Newman Club 2, 3, 4; Public Productions 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 3, 4; I. R. C 4. IDEALIST — The serenity of old New Eng- land, and the sudden vital rush of the new and strange world. Scholar, writer, think- er, Johanne becomes the blending point of many diverse forces. A subtle and skillful combination of creative energy and social consciousness. CHATTY and congenial, Bo-Bo is a famil- iar ligure at the bridge table in the smoker during any off class period. When we don t find her there, we know she ' s in the Espie. Never too busy, nor never too bored, she is one of those people you can count on for pleasant conversation. The Emersonian Twenty-one JUDITH BRITTON Leominster, Massachusetts History, Social Science A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 4; I. R. C. 3, 4, President 4; U. S. S. A. 3, President 3; Emersonian 4; Open Forum 2, 3; Dean’s List 3; Senior Tea Commit- tee 1; Prom Committee 3; House Committee 4. i ( j MARY BROUSSARD Cambridge, Massachusetts Speech, Drama A. B. Phi Eta 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice President, Senior Class 4; Newman Club 1, 2, 3, 4, President 3, Vice President 2; Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4; Social Activity Chairman 2; Junior Prom Queen Attendant 3. DETERMINED— Lefty, IRC, today and to- morrow keep her busy. Deft, elfin, com- petent, Judy adds laughter and the twist that makes a masterpiece of the mundane. Her accomplishments and presence are felt everywhere. GENTEEL — Beauty and humor are a splen- did combination. The varying subtlety of shades and prime colors. Mary is poised and sure, her abilities vast and versatile. Decision is in her thought and action. I 5 l| Twenty-two The Emersonian SYBIL CANTOR Chelsea, Massachusetts English A.B. Hillel Society 1, 2, 3, 4; Dean’s List 3. MARCIA CLEMENTS Creymans, New York Transferred from Lasell Junior College, 1945 Speech, Drama A.B. Kappa Gamma Chi 3, 4; Sergeant-at-Arms 4; Social Chairman 4; Public Productions 3, 4. INQUIRING — The scholar of our group. She comes to classes each day, and our amazement at her knowledge knows no end. Mature, dignified, Sybil has our vote for being one of the most promising academi- cians. SOPHISTICATED— Follow that laugh! Marcia is, undoubtedly at the source. Poise, beauty and wit — she has her share of each. Guided by intuition and intelligence, she is the realist who also dreams. The Emersonian Twenty-three ROSEMARY DAVIS Austin, Texas Transferred from University of Texas, 1945 Speech, Drama A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 3, 4, President 4; Activities Committee 4; Pan-Hellenic Association 4, Vice President 4; Chapel Committee 4; Emersonian 4; Who’s Who In American Colleges and Uni- versities 4. VIRGINIA DEMPSEY Methuen, Massachusetts Speech, Drama B.L.I. Public Productions 1,3; Newman Club 2, 3, 4, Secretary 2, Vice President 3, Social Chair- man 4; Freshman Tea Committee 2; Junior Class Secretary 3; Senior Class Treasurer 4; Jun- ior Prom Committee 3. EFFICIENT — Rosie has Texas in her eyes and in her heart. She never left home. As the opportunist in a strange land, she has done remarkably well, and perhaps we are better people for having known her and shared her great love and enthusiasm. LAUGHING — Or should we say Giggles. As the name implies, buoyant, jolly and helpful. Her service to her friends and to her school will not be forgotten. No crisis cr obstacle is ever too great, nor any smile too small to receive her response and at- tention. Twenty-four The Emersonian ELAINE DUCHARME Hamden, Connecticut Transferred from Connecticut College for Women, New London, Connecticut, 1945 English A.B. Phi Mu Gamma 3, 4; Glee Club 3; Emer- sonian 4; Public Productions 3; Junior Prom Committee 3; Beaux Arts Ball Committee 4; I. R. C. 4. (Mrs.) RITA SCHAKET EATON Cambridge, Massachusetts English A.B. Sigma Delta Chi 1, 2, 3, 4; Junior Prom Committee 3; Public Productions 1. GENEROUS — Grace, and graciousness. Beauty and talent. The true and invincible spirit of calm clarity, and the fine sense of charity and appreciation. Worker and doer, Dukie forms a vital part of the mov- ing whole. CANDID — Versatile and married, Rita combines school and domestic pursuits with skill and efficiency. Her inquiring mind needs no introduction. Frank, firm and feminine, she will make things come out her way. The Emersonian Twenty-five NATALIE FISHER Quincy, Massachusetts Speech, Dr atria A.B. Phi Mu Gamma 1, 2, 3, 4, Secretary 4, Ser- geant-at-Arms 3, Scholarship 4; Social Chair- man 1; Vice President of Class 1; President of Class 4; Charles Wesley Emerson Scholarship 2, 3; Student Government 4; Public Produc- tions 1, 2, 3, 4; Who’s Who In American Col- leges and Universities 4. JEAN GARRIS Joliet, Illinois Transferred from Stephens College, Columbia, Missouri, 1945 English A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 4; Emersonian 4; I. R. C. 4; Public Productions 4. FIERY — Who hasn’t laughed with Peppy? Who among us has not enjoyed the rollick- ing forcefulness of her argument? Skipper of our class, and champion on all fronts, we know she will find the future only another challenge. CONTRAPUNTAL— with the ghost of a violin melody and the ever present rhythm of time — laughter that is young and old — a Latin quote on a " Valentine — accepting stairways and laughing at obstacles — a touch of the library and a bit of a subway — as real as a " good morning " greeting. Twenty-six The Emersonian CLAIRE GREENBAUM Brookline, Massachusetts English A.B. Sigma Delta Chi 3, 4; Hillel Society 1, 2, 3, 4; Public Productions 1, 2, 3. SHIRLEY GREENSTEIN Haverhill, Massachusetts Transferred from Mt. Ida Junior College English A.B. Sigma Delta Chi 3, 4; Hillel Society 3, 4; Public Productions 3. RETIRING — Claire came back from Christ- mas vacation with a terrific tan. We were envious. She surrounds herself with the best of the elements and sorts them accord- ingly into sun and wind, pleasure and schol- arly pursuits. FRAGILE — The delicate wraith, ecclectic, epicurean. Shirley lives her days in quiet and definite application. Friendly, happy, she faces the future with the usual assur- ance that is characteristic. The Emersonian Twenty-seven CORRINE GROSSMAN Newton, Massachusetts Transferred from Mt. Ida Junior College English A.B. Sigma Delta Chi 3, 4; Hillel Society 3, 4; Public Productions 3- ROBERT GUEST Cambridge, Massachusetts Speech, Dratna A.B. Phi Alpha Tau 3, 4; Emersonian 4; Student Government 1, 2, 3, 4, President 4; President of Class 1, 2, 3; Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4; Literary Club 3; Who’s Who In American Col- leges and Universities 3, 4; Dean’s List 2, 3, 4. GREGARIOUS — At ease with all, she knits her pleasant way among us, bringing laugh- ter and wit into the conversation. A seri- ous student, and a good friend. Take your happiness with you to whom ever you meet, wherever you go. CREATIVE — Bob is the incarnation of all the goblins in all the books. The oracle of rain tomorrow, and an unopened box of bonbons. Out of the long yesterday the tilted pattern staggers and falls apart be- cause it had no reply. Twenty-eight The Emersonian MORTON HOFFMAN Cranston, Rhode Island Transferred from Providence College and City College of New York, 1946 Speech, Drama A.B. Phi Alpha Tau 4, Secretary 4; I. B. S. 4; Stu- dent Council 4, Treasurer 4; Interclass Dance Chairman 4; Public Productions 3, 4. (Mrs.) CAROLYN SLATER JACKSON Saugerties, New York Transferred from Wheelock College, Boston, Mass., 1944 Education A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 3; Public Productions 3; Emer- sonian 4. PHILOSOPHICAL — referee in the game of opportunity — the ability to laugh long mixed with the wisdom of Polonius — a sense of security and completeness — an un- derstanding of the encountered — a definite assurance of the present — a commercial for sensibility — as certain as tomorrow. HEDONISTIC — with a verve for living, Lynn escapes the ordinary by chopping off what she wants in broad pieces and ignor- ing the rest. Whether it ' s jazz, Thorne Sm.ith or political theory, she is a generous and considerate listener — an amusing and avid contributor. For a scintillating evening of good talk and good company, we sug- gest the Jacksons — slightly crazy but quite wonderful people. The Emersonian Twenty-nine I JOAN KESSLER Newark, New Jersey Speech, Dnifua A.B. Sigma Delta Chi 1, 2, 3, 4, Historian 2, 3; Public Productions 3, 4; Hillel Society 1, 2, 3, 4; U. S. S. A. 2; Social Chairman 3; Junior Prom Committee 3; Student Government 4; Emersonian 4. ELIZABETH LEARY Newton, Massachusetts Speech, Drama B.L.I. Phi Mu Gamma 1, 2, 3, 4, Social Chairman 4; Public Productions 1, 2; Newman Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 3, 4, Vice President 3. ACTIVE — tuned to the changeable tem- poes — a foot tapping out the reasons — hands holding the notes of gladness — a whirlpool of innocent merriment — Gilbert and Sullivan at their best — a touch of New York and sun on the water — carries the drive of summer. PLEASANT — some place laughter will al- ways be — as welcome as the harvest moon in August — warmness that people seek — music is born here and finds itself a fitting home — a voice filled with remembrances of things present — a dualogue between Titana and Puck — the heart smiles. Thirty The Emersonian NORMA LEARY Belmont, Massachusetts Speech, Drama B.L.l. Kappa Gamma Chi 1, 2, 3, 4, Sergeant-at- Arms 2, President 4; Kappa Gamma Chi Mu- sical 2, 3; I. R. C. 2, 3, 4; Student Government 3, Vice President 3; Emersonian 4; Scholarship 3, 4; Who’s Who In American Colleges and Universities 3, 4; Junior Prom Queen 3; Sum- mer Theatre 3, 4; Good Brotherhood Week Award 3; Pan-Hellenic Association 4; Treasurer 4; Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4. BEVERLY MOLOT New York City Transferred from Brooklyn College, Brooklyn, N. Y„ 1945 Speech, Drama A.B. Sigma Delta Chi 3, 4, Secretary 3, 4; Junior Prom Committee 3; L R. C. 3, 4; Who’s Who In American Colleges and Universities 4; Cap and Gown Committee 4; Public Productions 3, 4; Dean’s List 3, 4. SWEEPING — chrome-plated ferris wheel — drama ' s tower of Babble — the blue glass windows on Beacon Hill that stare at the Ritz — bending the spectrum — the spotlight that cuts into the world of make believe — walking grandly on the road that leads from Coward to Chekhov — the drive of the lion and lamb wind of March. GRACIOUS — the quiet charm of yesterday — a closet for perf ection — as soft and im- pressive as sunset — an understanding grate- fulness — a stage for knowledge to play up- on — the joyful plaid of Barrie — a spring bouquet humming in the moonlight — the laughter to remember and want to hear again. The Emersonian Thirty-one MURIEL PARSONS Binghamton, New York Speech, Drama B.L.l. Phi Mu Gamma 1, 2, 3, 4; Public Produc- tions 1, 2, 3, 4. (Mrs.) nancy COPELAND PASTERNAK Cambridge, Massachusetts English A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 1, 2, 3, 4, President 3; Pan- Elellenic Association 3, President 3; House Committee 3; Class Treasurer 3; Public Pro- ductions 2, 3; I. R. C. 3, 4; Junior Prom Com- mittee 3; U. S. S. A. 2, 3; Dean’s List 4; Emer- sonian 4. INTROSPECTIVE — an Alice in the won- derland of now — a silent clarion call for appreciation — reflecting the seasons — the unchasing music of poetry — hair as bright as the heart — knowledge of where and why — an overture to the future — a realness built upon truths. CHARMING and genteel, " Nancy with the laughing face " and inquiring mind gives identical and exuberant testimony with or without being asked. Ques; " What is your name? " Ans; " Nancy Copeland Pasternak. I ' m married. " Ques: " Where do you live?’’ Ans: " With Mr. Pasternak. " Thirty-two The Emersonian JOAN PEYSER New York City Speech, Drama A.B. Sigma Delta Chi 1, 2, 3, 4, Secretary 3, Presi- dent 4; Class Treasurer 1, 2; House Committee 1,2, 3, 4; Chairman 4; I. R. C. 4; Pan-Hellenic Association 4, President 4; Emersonian; Cap and Gown Committee 4; Public Productions 1, 2, 3. JOSEPHINE PORTONG Manhasset, Long Island, New York Speech, Drama B.L.L Zeta Phi Eta 1, 2, 3, 4; I. R. C. 3, 4; Dean’s List 3; Public Productions 1, 2, 3. ELFISH — the satisfaction of a smile — sun- dust filtering through a window — as un- charted as a square dance yet certain of the destination — sees the distance and covers it quickly — carefree as a stream — sound as a river — the successful equation of work plus play. STUNNING — with the crispness of Easter Number One on the Hat Parade — the proof that education does possess charm — decorat- ing libraries — reading with eyes wide with wonder — entering a room like a Cole Porter song — sincerity as fresh as the latest fash- ion — modern as the minute — Shakespeare meet Schaperelli. The Emersonian Thirty-three PATRICIA ROBINSON Naugatuck, Connecticut Speech, Drama D.L.l. Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4; Newman Club 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 3, 4; I. B. S. 4; Senior Re- cital 4. (Mrs.) FREMA LIPMAN ROOD Chelsea, Massachusetts Speech, Drama A.B. Transferred from Leland Powers School, Boston, Mass. Public Productions 2, 3; Hillel Society 2, 3, 4. ENERGETIC — friendliness in every en- counter — untouched by artificiality — mak- ing the world a yo-yo — the ability to romp with relish through the efforts of Quince and Bottom — changing torch songs to sun- shine — the warmness of June — robed in the joy of living. HAPPY — cellophane and sandpaper — fan- tasy and fact — the song on the radio and the song in the heart — a wrist watch with an alarum — sweeping the comic strips and Dali — a waltz meant for May — a crackling fire on a winter night — the crystal edge of laughter — a waterfall and a raindrop. Thirty-four The Emersonian MARY SANTRY Boston, Massachusetts Speech, Drama A.B. Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4; Newman Club. DOROTHY SCHATZ Chicago, Illinois Transferred from Grinnell College, Grinnell, Iowa History, Social Science A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 4. FLAMBOYANT — the ringing of a tele- phone — music that is definite and conta- gious — bright as the best of summer — a copy of Vogue on a plastic table — a rain- bow put to use — freshly applied nail polish — perfume in the New Yorker — exploding humor. PETITE — an accent mark — something like the solitude of gulls — fine brocaded charm — walking softly through woods — the man- ner of Viola — uncapitalized like Cummings — and etc. — an anthology of time — the look of jade — a long remembered sigh. The Emersonian Thirty-five HERBERT SHERMAN West Medway, Massachusetts Speech, Drama A.B. Phi Alpha Tau 3, 4; Public Productions 3. ARLINE SIMMONS Newton, Massachusetts Speech, Drama A.B. Hillel Society 1, 2, 3, 4; Public Productions 3,4. CONGENIALLY speaking here is a phil- osophy that includes Pontiacs and a charac- ter from Shakespeare . . . On the platform, in the Espie, north of center dreaming . . . a contagious grin, and a joy forever. STLIDIOUS and consistently well prepared, Arline’s quick answers have alternately amazed and concerned us as we strove to conclude some theory for being toward the middle of a sleepy two o ' clock class on Mon- day afternoon. Because of her quick smile and willing friendliness, we learned to for- give her long ago. Thirty-six The Emersonian LOUIS SMITH Benton, Arkansas Transferred from Arkansas A M, 1946 Speech, Drama A.B. Senior Social Committee 4; Emersonian 4; Public Productions 4. MARJORIE SOLOMAN Providence, Rhode Island Transferred from Edgewood Park Junior College, Briardiffe Manor, N. J. Speech, Drama A.B. Senior Recital 4; Public Productions 4. REALISTIC, yet a dreamer, too, Lou is set to do a bit of globe trotting, a bit of bum boat running in his own leisurely style. With his broad grin and slow smile, we liked his sincere approach and determina- tion to succeed. DYNAMIC and positive, we like to see Marjorie stride through the corridors be- tween classes — it ' s the sort of clear sweep of fresh air that revivifies the atmosphere. In this muddled world we still like to be- lieve that there are straight thinking and de- termined people left. The Emersonian Thirty-seven RITA STRASSBURGER Newark, New Jersey English A.B. I. R. C 2, 3, 4, Secretary-Treasurer 4; Sigma Delta Chi 1, 2, 3, 4, Vice President 4; House Committee 4; Public Productions 1, 2, 3. DOROTHY SULLIVAN Johnston, Rhode Island Speech, Drama A.B. Phi Mu Gamma 2, 3, 4; Dean’s List 2; New- man Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Phi Mu Gamma Musical 3; Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4. GAY and diminutive with dark curly hair and the most laughing and talkative eyes we ' ve ever seen, she might well have been the most appealing and desirable gypsy in the caravan. Sometimes in a speculative mood, we imagine how she ' d look dancing the tango before a camp lire, and we ' re in- trigued. FRIENDLY and genuinely interested in other people, Dottie is a constant reminder of the suite which used to house Alice Lee, Em, and Pat. Whenever we get lonesome for the fun they used to give us, we sit down and talk with Dottie who keeps us in touch. Thirty-eight The Emersonian SEDA TOUZJIAN Watertown, Massachusetts English A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 1, 2, 3, 4, Treasurer 3, 4; L R. C. 1, 2, 3, 4; L B. S. 4; Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4; Senior Class Secretary 4. BETTY ANN ROULIAS TYRRELL Pembroke, New Hampshire Speech, Drama A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 1, 2, 3, 4; Public Productions 1,2, 3,4. DILIGENT about her work, Seda is often depended on for the difficult jobs. Yet there is nothing tedious about either the girl or her love of fun. Whether it ' s the ballet, the theatre, or gracious dinner dat- ing, Seda is there with a zest for the occa- sion. SENSITWE in her love for pure artistry in either the theatre or literary interpretation, Betty Ann is willing to put work before self with an amazing endurance and drive. She is one of the few people who believe whol- ly in what they are doing, and in Bobby she has her counterpart. The Emersonian Thirty-nine LEE WHEELER Needham, Massachusetts Speech, Drama B.L.l. Phi Mu Gamma 1, 2, 3, 4; Social Chairman 3, Historian 4; Public Productions 1, 2, 3, 4; Junior Recital 3; Senior Recital 4; Dean’s List 2, 3, 4; Interclass Dance Committee 4; I. R. C. 4; Posture Awards 1, 2, 3; Ribbon 3. EVELYN FRANZ WOOLSTON Needham Heights, Massachusetts English A.B. Zeta Phi Eta 1, 2, 3, 4; Dean’s List 1, 2, 3, 4; Public Productions 1, 2, 3; Junior Recital 4. SHAKESPEARIAN in her approach to drama, with a love for Shakespear that is seldom equalled outside of critical circles, Lee surpasses us all in her interpretation and knowledge of the man. What ' s more, she enjoys him with the relish of a Kitteridge. Genial and assured, Lee ' s leadership has been consistent, PATRICIAN and brilliant, Evie can some- how be continental and Bostonian at once. She grins ruefully at the thought that her two-year old son might just possibly have inherited her c onfusion over scientific for- mulas and her husband’s lack of talent for the arts. Look at it the other way, if you will — the child will be a genius. Forty The Emersonian classes . . . any life your life touches. FRI ' :SJI.MAX CI ASS — Top to liottom, left to risht: Fourth Row: Graves. Grassia, ’ Kershaw Heinlen Aylward, Collier, Homer, (’Imorelli. ' I ' hird Roiw: l ' itt.s, Hehrens, Busclien, Ades Kntiekin, Gonfiade ' ( ' asavai’it, idtmaii, Abbott, Lino, Ludlum, Axelby. Seeond rt( ' w: Graves, ( hasmaii, l.,uris F.ii-minsham ,Iolmston, Oates, lliKKiim, Ooldstein, Greeiistien, Hammond. I ' irst Row. Gellei, Goldbei K. Kkebl ' ad, Andre, Crehan, Goman, Wilson, Hann, Horfinan, Maurer, Crowley, Mergman. right: Tblrd Row: .Markham, Ward, Whaley, Win.slow, Ormandy, Second liow: Italei.gh, .Struckell, d’roubetaris, Wiley, Whitehead, FRFSHM.AN C ' H.ASS — Top to bottom, left t .Mundt, Abdnnis, Tulin. Woodies, Roy, Steward White, Fearson, (Izan, Robert, Perry, Monroe, O ' Donnell. First Soloman, Kosenthal, Xoerdliiifif ' r, Sanderson, Pelrueci, Paulson, S()PH()M(lRF ( ' H. SS — To)i to bottom, left to right: Fourth Row thal ( ' onion, Stelkovis, .Sanella. Third Row: Rordi, Gilbert, . kian ' , Bradley, llay vard. Second Row: , b rse. Hartley, Karas Smart. Stuart, l irst Row: Shudt. Coutu, Rajkowski, Blair, Row: .Masters, Weaver, Trombowski, Spritzer, Castano, JlcNainara. Smith, Hughes, Sherman, Hailey, P.assett, Bieber- grin, Hronstieii, Be ine. Brown, Heitnmn, Bouda- ISlaisdell, Braunsdorf, Voting, ilac 1 lowell. Harvey, Xikole. Jletcalfe, Rideout, Herman, Eisenberg, Coe. FRESHMAN CLASS President, William Wilson Secretary, Betty Paulson Vice President, Murray Dann Treasurer, Bill German " Curtain going up!” The house lights dim. The curtain parts on the first scene of EMERSON LIFE, a drama in four acts. We, the cast, assume our roles as Freshmen. In Act One, we must set the scope and pace of all that is to follow. The multitude of actions: Hell Week, the Interclass Dance, Funda- mentals of Speech, Radio, Social Science, Composition, the Theatre, the Espie. These must pass through the proscenium arch, and form part of the whole. Ours must be a production worthy of tradition, deserving acclaim. To this end, we desire to perform in a manner that will be remembered by Emersonians that are, and that are to be. The house lights go up. We wait for the final call. " On stage everybody! Curtain going up. Act II!” SOPHOMORE CLASS President, Nance Metcalfe Secretary, Joseph Reznik Vice President, Leo Nickole Treasurer, Ruth Rideout We are the " 49ers.” Don’t forget us. We may have looked like any other freshman group when we entered. But from the beginning we were different. We even brought a new President in with us. After " Hell Week” we were full-fledged Emersonians, and we proceeded to amaze you with our scholastic and dramatic abilities. We added color to the corridors when the first mass influx of veterans joined our number in January ’46. The Seniors enjoyed the tea we gave for them. It was an accomplishment, because like everything else we " 49ers” tackle, we make it work, and we make it good. Watch out for us. We have two more years to go. The Emersonian Forty-three .7UXI()R CLASS — Top to Ijottom, left to riglit: Third Itow: Fisher, Crystal, Koza, DiStefano, Silverman, Sauter, X ewhall, Knslish. Second Itow: Gildner, Halsey, Kalin, ilartin, Howes, R,ol)ertson, Galloway, Arnold, Schaffer. First Uow: ,Mc(5uire, AVenier, Hodgson, Perkins, Her- man, Kinoian, Gibbs, Kirsh, Gonyer. STPDKNT GOVKRX MENT AS.S OCIAd ' ION — To]i: Hoffman, AVilson, ( ' onion. Rottom: Metcalfe, Howes, Guest, Kinoian, Fisher. PAN-H ELLKNK ' AS.S0(7IAT10N ' — Back : Perkins, Levine, Fisher, Gibbs. Front: I avis, Leary, Peyser, Arnold. JUNIOR CLASS President, Mary Kinoian Secretary, Shirley Perkins Vice President, Mary Gibbs Treasurer, Phyllis Herman Three quarters of the game are over. It’s been an exciting game. We’ve played good ball, and we’re sure of winning. The first quarter we were green, untried, expectant. We found ourselves in a new world which soon absorbed our identity, and assimilated us completely. In the second quarter, we con- sidered ourselves more of a part of Emerson and we buckled down and worked harder than ever. Our third quarter, the present, is drawing to a close. It’s still a good game — still filled with the thrills, the unexpected, the triumphs. Our Junior Prom, the highlight of our activities, was a success. Our present work is finished. There’s the whistle! Here comes the final quarter of our game! STUDENT GOVERNMENT President, Robert Guest Secretary, Robert Conlon Vice President, Mary Howes Treasurer, Morton Hoffman We were confused. We admit it. But new blood flowed in the body, and we had to evaluate and weigh it. What was was and what is is. We stood where the current was changing. Our patient was growing up. The prescrip- tion had to change. We knew the past, and heard the future. We mixed them both, then added and subtracted as a doctor will. Like all medicine it was uncertain. Time could tell us its worth. Our office hours have run out now, and we must pack our pills and powders. The door is closed, and the " To Let’’ sign is in the window. To you who are taking our patient, we apolo- gize for leaving no cure. However, we hope the case record will be of some help. PAN-HELLENIC ASSOCIATION President, Joan Peyser Secretary, Barbara Arnold Vice President, Rosemary Davis Treasurer, Norma Leary The Pan-Hellenic Association consists of the members of the four sorori- ties — Zeta Phi Eta, Kappa Gamma Chi, Phi Mu Gamma, and Sigma Delta. Its purpose is " to serve the best interests of all the sororities by promoting col- lege spirit and maintaining unity among them.” It sets the dates and main- tains equal rushing rules for the sororities. The big event of the year was the " Pan-Hell” Christmas dance at 126 Beacon. It was a lovely pre-holiday party. A little house cleaning was done this year and the old constitution was rewrit- ten and the rushing rules revised by the council and President Green. The Emersonian Forty-five GbER CIATB— ' Poll to bottom, left to right: u ' ghes Fultlerf- Binn.nWm. Nash, Blair, Coiitu, Casavant. First Row: Howes, Entrekin, Dorfman, Minult, J)ann, Kobeits, r nan iie . tmtFPNATIONAE relations PLUU— Front: Touzjian, ilodgscin, Portong, Britton, Strass- buTge fLary Wheeler, Black, l asternak, Jlolot. l| THE GLEE CLUB President, Lloyd Sherman Secretary, Mary Jean Birmingham Vice President, Nance Metcalfe Treasarer, Doris Hartley During the first semester of 1945, the Glee Club was one of the school organizations that got a new lease on life. Under the capable direction of Miss Barbara Chambers, a student and teacher from the New England Con- servatory of Music, and the leadership of Miss Nance Metcalfe, the Glee Club began rehearsals in February, 1946. Since then, the club has entertained, and enhanced all special college functions, and performed almost regularly at Chap- el exercises every Thursday. Last fal l, twenty-five new members joined the group. All of the members have given generously of time and talent to the organization and their efforts have been well appreciated by all who have heard them. THE BERKELEY BEACON You’ve seen the Berkeley Beacon. Our first issue in February of this year made history. Emerson has needed a publication for those who wanted " to be in the know.” Paul Mundt was elected editor-in-chief, and the nucleus staff included: Rita Dorfman, Don Roberts, Mary Entrekin, Ted Chandler and Mur- ray Dann. From these students came enthusiasm, efficiency, work, loyalty and service. In the future. The Beacon will continue its present plan of publish- ing news of student activities, official bulletins and the personal odds and ends which form the cross-sectional life of an Emersonian. Through the feature supplement, the creative and interpretive literary talents of undergraduate stu- dents will find an outlet. The future should be bright, and The Berkeley Bea- con will live up to every expectation. INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS CLUB President, Judith Britton Vice President, Josephine Portong Secretary, Rita Strassblircer Like the atomic age, we chose to smash our atoms and start anew. A new constitution, membership open to all who are interested, were our ingredients. We’ve found our results stimulating: avid discussions, excellent speeches, the New England IRC convention, and an awareness of our responsibilities in this our country, and our world has made us jubilant and hopeful. Hopeful for the future of IRC at Emerson College, and world unity that will be synonymous with world peace. The Emersonian Forty-seven NEWMAN CH ' H — Toji to liottoiii, left t oright: Tliird Row: Higgins, Hughes, Honlon, Stelkovis, Collier, .Stuart, Lordi, .Striu-kell, .Sanuella. Second Row: F.oliiu.sou, Casavaut, Rajkowski, .San- try, .Mt-(Jiuire, Howes, Hoheu, .Miliott. Weutzell, Williams. First Row: Hussion, Hrtjwn, .Sliudt, Hayward, Hodgson, I)empsey, (. ontu, R.lair, Howell, Hronssard. INTERCOIH.EGIATF: HROAHCASTINC SY.STRH— Front Row, left to right: Shudt, Carlton, Ijeary, Sherman, Hieberthal, .Strnkel, Robinson, English. Back Row, left to right: Schaffer, Resnik, Stalkouis, Stewart, Ormandy, Hilliert, Seniek, .Sennella. .SIGMA DELTA CHI — Front Row, left to right: Kessler, Eaton, W ' erner, Peyser, Molot, Strass- hurger, Herman. Hack Row, left to right: Greenhaum, Greenstein, Levin, Grossman, Levine, Ziff, Crystal. THE NEWMAN CLUB President, Mary M. Hodgson Secretary, Carolyn Coutu Vice President, Dave Clifford Treasurer, John Hayward Newman Club at Emerson has grown steadily since its re-organization two years ago. A larger number of Catholic students within the college, and their enthusiasm and cooperation have been instrumental in constructing this most helpful organization. Monthly meetings are held at the Newman Club Center of Boston, and are presided over by Father Ryan. The Center is always open and provides much in the way of religious, intellectual and social activities. This year Newmanites were busy with the Entertainment for Orphans, two Com- munion Breakfasts, an open dance, and participation in the National Federa- tion Conferences. Through the Newman Club publication, the organizations in all colleges are informed of activities of other students in various parts of the country. INTERCOLLEGIATE BROADCASTING SYSTEM Station Manager, Lynn Toney Production Director. Mort Hoffman Program Director, Lloyd Sherman Chief Engineer, Brad Tiffany Station WECB, which has been an associate member of the Intercollegiate Broadcasting System for a few years, has now started broadcasting on a part time basis with a full station complement equivalent to that found in any com- mercial station. Open auditions were held and all students interested were in- vited. As a result of these auditions a full staff of announcers was chosen, and a card index made of available dramatic talent. Broadcasting was inaugurated on a limited basis covering the school and the immediate vicinity. The aim is to stimulate student activities and to serve the college and its students. Mr. Charles Dudley, head of the radio department, officiates as faculty adviser. SIGMA DELTA President, Joan Peyser Secretary, Beverly Molot Treasurer, Joyce Werner It would take the great Bard himself under whose influences we have spent much of our Emerson life to express the feeling which permeates Sigma Delta. We have tried to tell of it when we say: " When we sing the sorority song at the close of the meeting and everyone is holding hands in a circle, something happens to you; you feel a certain warmth and deep friendship.” But if you look at the expression on each face, the tear in several eyes, then you know what it means. Sigma Delta is a feeling of understanding. The good times the rush parties, the alumnae teas, the induction rites. Most of all it is a group with spirit and joy, serving one another and Emerson. The Emersonian Forty-nine KAI’I’A GAMMA I ' HI — Front Kfiw, left to right: Flair, Shuclt, .Morse, Gildner, I eary, Clenients, Newhiill, Fisher. Hack Row left to right: f’erkins, Halsey, Harvey, Rajkowski, Rideout, Jlac- I lowed, Williams, I’oinu. HIM MF G. .M.M. — Fiont Row, left to light: Sullivan, Tioiiglas, Wheeler, Arnold, Parsons, Fisher, lOnglisli. Hack Row, left to right: Kinoian, Hohen, Heitman, Peary, IHtcharnie, Stuart, ZET. I ' HI FT. — Front Row, left to right: I ' ortong, Touzjian, Gilihs, Dttvis, Gttlloway, Paster- nak, Plack, Protissard. Ptuk Row, left to right: Woolston, (iarris. Young ' , Pritton, Goti.ver, Hodgson, Schalz, ' I ' yrrell, KAPPA GAMMA CHI President, Norma Leary Secretary, Jean Gildner Vice President, Treasurer, Patricia Koltonski Old Father Owl winked his mischievous green eye, and nodded his feath- ery, aged head assuring the sincerity and tenderness I was to find in the eyes of my little circle of sisters. " Welcome, sister,” their hearts said. " Welcome, Kappa,” they sang. Behind me. Father Owl ruffled his feathers, and within the turning pages of Kappa History I saw the happiness that was, is and will be Kappa tease his solemnity. He pretended to disapprove when the Emerson theatre rocked with WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE and WITH YOUR PER- MISSION, as he will when Kappa takes the spotlight again. Around him float the memories and dreams of Kappa; the gay dances and the formal teas, the long talks over steaming cups of coffee, the rush parties and dear to every Kappa heart, initiation, the moment cradled beneath the wing of Father Owl. PHI MU GAMMA President, Barbara Ann Arnold Secretary, Natalie Fisher Vice President, Muriel Parsons Treasurer, Ann Oakes Oh! It’s a flashback! Reel No. 1945-46. June Hamblin looking mar- velous at our dinner party in her honor. Alan Levitt (director), Jim Lawlor and Ray Gent (writers) singing their " hystoricle” " Psycho, Psycho, Psyscho,” number in our RARING TO GO scholarship show. The Minnie Maddern Fiske National Award and the Convention in Chicago. Reel No. 1946-47. Our alumnae recital tea, the closed dinner dance at the Fox and Hounds, our Christmas party with the beautiful tree, that scratchy hat at the barn-yard rush party, our peon dance, new honoraries and recitals: meanwhile carrying out " the intelligent advancement of the Fine Arts.” ZETA PHI ETA President. Rosemary Davis Secretary, Gayle Galloway Vice President, Mary Gibbs Treasurer. Seda Touzjian Come, come, let’s not be so serious, Zetas! We smile together and give each other of our pleasure, we work together and give each other of our talent. Together we argue in the Espie, we laugh at our closed parties, we criticize our art. The little things aren’t mentioned. But remember — " When our girls to college go We’ll look them sauarely in the eye. And say — " My dears. The only Greek vou’l ' need to know Is the Greek of Zeta, Zeta Phi!” " It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea Zeta Phi Eta had an idea, while relishing crum ets and tea — I say tea . . . ” The Emersonian Fifty-one I ALPHA PI THKTA — P’ront Row, left to right: Stelkonis, Lieberthal, Bassett, Resnik, Bailey, I )i Falio. Back liow, left to right: Sherman, Bronsflon, Levitt, Clifford, I,.ordi. PHI ALPHA TAU — Front Row, left to right: Hi Fog ' gio, Hoffman, Hi Stefano, Hughes, Bradley, Hayward, Nickol. Back Itow, left to light: Guest, Farmer, .lones, Mahard, Burke, Conlon. Fifty-two The Emersonian ALPHA PI THETA President, William Bassett Vice President, Ed Lieberthal Secretary, Joseph Reznik Treasurer, Larry Kirby In early February of 1946, a group of male students took the task of form- ing a new organization: a fraternity unlike most organizations bearing the name. Most of these men were ex-GIs, and were seeking a brotherhood which would not only further them scholastically and socially, but would, through strong en- deavor, create a solid foundation for their future lives. They have accom- plished their end. After a year of existence. Alpha Pi Theta may point with pride to its accomplishments. Keep your eye on these boys. They’re going places. Over forty-five years of service and tradition form the background for Phi Alpha Tau, Emerson’s oldest fraternity. Founded in 1902, re-activated at the close of World War II, the group maintains its distinguished record as the col- lege’s pioneer speech fraternity. Except for the war years, 1941-1945, the fra- ternity has functioned largely as an honorary society, and can boast many of the college’s greatest scholars, teachers and graduates in its membership. Tradi- tionally professional, the fraternity also occupies an important place in the social scheme. Its dances, public performances, and informal affairs will long be remembered. The present members are looking forward to an even strong- er, more active future. PHI alpha tau President, Paul Hughes Secretary, Morton Hoffman Treasurer, Robert Conlon The Emersonian Fifty-three ACTIVITIES REVIEW As a word in passing, we should like to review the many things that occur under the encompassing title of " Student Activities.” The year 1946-47 has been one of the most active years Emerson has seen, not only in academic en- deavor, but in the revival of organization activity. In this, the second year of the Atomic Age, Emersonians are again coming into their own, and we are wit- nessing the re-birth of several clubs and the original birth of some others. This new growth may best be explained by a look at the spirit of Emerson students, a new spirit which will carry them through their college days and into the life of the Atomic Age with courage and determination. Emerson is similar to most other colleges in its class organization. Tradi- tion is a large part of the functioning of the four classes. The Freshmen have the " Freshman Record Hop,” and Sophomores their " Inter-class Dance,” the Junior class their lovely Prom, and the Seniors the Commencement Ball. Be- sides these purely social activities, each class has other projects during the school year. Sorority and fraternity life at Emerson is by no means limited, and it is be- coming even more extensive after the reorganization of the two fraternities in the spring of 1946. There are four sororities of various classifications: social, local, national, and professional. Each of these groups has an annual project, usually of a professional nature. Governing the sororities is the Emerson Pan- Hellenic Association, which this year, revised its constitution to provide more fully for the sorority life of Emerson. Emerson’s clubs reflect the spirit of its students, and their interests. There is the International Relations Club which concentrates its attention on world political affairs, and which this year had a new lease on life with a constitutional revision having a wider membership provision. There are two groups whose interest centers on the spiritual guidance and fellowship of Emersonians: the Newman Club and the Hillel Society. Two infant organizations have taken their place with the rest this year: Intercollegiate Broadcasting System and the Berkeley Beacon. Radio has a large corner on Emerson’s time, money, and effort, and it is only logical that a student radio club should come to life. Sta- tion WECB of the Intercollegiate Broadcasting System has begun functioning, and we hope will continue its fine radio work. The need for a college news- paper has long been felt at Emerson, and through the efforts of a number of students, we now have the Berkeley Beacon, the newspaper by the students, for the students. Guiding the destinies of each of these groups is the Emerson Student Gov- ernment Association. It is composed of the four class presidents and four elected officers. This octet is not only the governing body over all student or- ganizations, its members are also the leaders of student activity. The guiding spirit of all college organizations is one of preparation in non-academic activity for adult positions in our communities, and the growth and maintenance of Emerson’s organizations and classes foretells of a group of prominent citizens taking their place in communities all over the United States for the next few years. Fifty-four The Emersonian ” . . . seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding place and let it be free and unashamed.” WINTER MOOD With autumn’s beauty gone, I roam The country wide with no success In finding out some secret home Of loveliness. I walk the wind-swept rocky shore And hear the icy surf’s uproar Then sharper, shrill, a lone gull’s shriek — The beach is bare, forlorn and bleak. The browness of the garnered fields I search, the miles of barren plain Now stripped of all its summer yields. But look in vain. This swamp that once was full of life Unseen, was torn in secret strife. Is dead and petrified. The wood Has taken the weeds of widowhood. I thrill to chasms deep and wide. Majestic cliffs, immutable. But find the barren mountainside Unbeautiful. I tire of searching, none is left. The world’s of loveliness bereft — The leaden, cloudless skies still show No promise of spring or purging snow. Harry Coble. MIST INTO RAIN Raindrops like silver dollars splashed and melted into a wet blanket that covered the ground. A cigarette that was tossed aside died with an angry sput- ter and lost its identity. The sidewalk became a tentative mirror reflecting streetlights and passing cars. People scurried by, looking as if they were trying to crawl into themselves, disbelieving God’s promise to Noah. I know that mist has turned into rain when I can no longer hear my foot- steps. Bob Guest. Fifty-six The Emersonian THE ANTIQUARY How pensive is the antiquary’s trade! I little wonder, that the sunshine flees The twilight of his shop; the tragedies, Lurking among his color-piles. Inlaid With hate, here rusts an old Toledo blade; There, skeletons of armor, like grim sentries. Guard the gloom. Live men, once fitted these. Donning for discord’s fete, this masquerade Of steel. How mute his walls, where cunningly. The spiders bury up the past! Where naught Is left, but shapes to tease identity. And ghosts of fact! Yet stay! My eye has caught A woman’s profile there, of such exquisite Grace, Andrea might have painted it. Eugene Barber. TO AN INDIFFERENT LOVE You may call some day When the candles have sputtered low And find only the gray Of ashes for the fire’s bright glow. You may call on me When the ground is a crust of cold And then you may see My garden, grown winter-old. But now as I wait With my room freshly swept and neat. And my white wooden gate Opened wide — still we do not meet. You may call some day When my house has grown bleak and still And then you may say — But I know that you never will. Harry Coble. The Emersonian Fifty-seven BLOOD IS THEIR ARGUMENT " I am afeard that there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?” — Henry V. The forward observer touched my shoulder and said, " Fire mission. Bar- rage Baker is 500 left, 200 over. Reejuest one round smoke, at my command — will adjust.” He if. This was war. This was how it was to be with the Infantry. This was the result of all the dreary months of preparation. This was the jungle — this was the sweat, the blood, and the fear. This was, more specifically, the break — the rest — the mouldy cigarette — the sip of death-stinking water; the intermission between periods of walking — walking — walking. This was the business of setting up a perimeter of defense in the jungle. This was the preoccupation with little matters to try to drive from our minds the fear that hung over us like a cloud. We had been ambushed on our way into perimeter — Japs with machine guns in trees — and all of us were still shaky. To cover our fear, some of us were cleaning guns; some, standing in scattered groups, laughing a little too heartily; some, digging fox-holes in prep- aration for night-fall. Near me, one of the Battalion radio operators had the iCOver stripped from his radio, and was aimlessly dusting the shiny metal in- terior. I was sitting on my radio, intent on the humming of the loudspeaker, waiting for Staley back at Fire Direction Center to answer my call. Expected- ly, yet surprisingly, the humming stopped, and Staley’s voice said, " This is Honey 13. Send your message — over.” He I repeated the forward observer’s command into the mike. " Fire mis- sion. Barrage Baker is 500 left, 200 over. Request one round smoke, at my command — will adjust. Over.” H! Our officers had been careful to see that each one of us knew the impor- tance of our mission. According to them, we were driving west from the Drinumor River in order to cut off a large Jap force which was rushing down from Dutch New Guinea to the defense of their garrison force at the town of Wewak, about eighty miles down the coast. Our mission — to engage and annihilate this relief force. To engage and annihilate a force of ragged half- starved men rushing to the defense of their comrades. This was the reason I was in the jungle. This was why I was wearing a wet, filthy herringbone- twill sack instead of a double-breasted pin-stripe. This was why I was sitting in an Infantry perimeter in the jungle instead of in a living room off Connecti- cut Avenue. This was my excuse for not being with my pregnant wife. And what did I have against these men I was supposed to annihilate? First, of course, there was the fact that they were just as bent on annihilating me as I was on killing them. But, why? Why? They were men, too; sub- ject to the same fears to which all men are subject, subject to the same death, to Fifty-eight The Emer.sonian the same God, to the same stimuli, to the same hatreds. And I hated them — hated them with every fiber of my mind, heart, and body. Men in Tokyo had decided that it was to Japan’s best interests as a rising Empire to supplant American dollar-diplomacy and European imperial interests in Asia with the new Nipponese totalitarian policies. So from the hills of Hok- kaido, the slums of Osaka, the rice paddies of Kyushu, the universities of Tokyo, from every corner of the homeland, they had drafted the ignorant, the intelli- gent; the unlettered, the student; the brutal, the humane; and had thrown them together under a merciless, inhuman ambitious military clique bent on conquer- ing the arrogant, racially egocentric white devil. The little men from the hills, slums, and schools learned their lesson well. They learned to hate, and in the frenzy of their hate, they learned to torture, and to rape, and to kill. Were they to blame? I don’t know. I thought I knew then, though. Sitting on my radio in New Guinea waiting to complete a fire mission which would bring mangling, distorting death crashing down on them, I was certain I knew. It was their responsibility, and I was delighted to think that I was to have a part in bringing death to as many of them as possible. :]: I listened while Staley at F. D. C. repeated the command I had given him, then waited for the answering, " Ready to fire — over.’’ I looked up at the forward observer, and he nodded. " Fire,” I ordered into the mike, and as I said it, felt all-powerful; the giver and taker away of life. The round thudded in about one hundred or one hundred and fifty yards away from us, and the F. O. after waiting for the smoke to clear the tops of the trees, said, " One hundred short — Request battalion one round H.E., fuse de- layed. Fire for effect.” I repeated the order, and in a minute, heard the " On the way.” There were ten or a dozen Infantry soldiers clustered around the radio now, and as they heard " On the way,” their eyes lit up, and one said, " Get set, you little bastards,” and then the rounds started crashing into the jungle. There is no word or collection of words known to man that can describe the feeling of re- lief, anticipation, revenge, and sheer exuberance one feels to hear this symphony of hate. The sound of the shells landing on the enemy awakens a primitive emotion for which there is no name. Perhaps the closest name is sadism. We were sexually gratified by the thought of the pain and death caused by our ac- tion. Yet it was more than just that. It was a combination of all the feelings to which man is subject when he has learned to hate and kill men who are un- real, unknown to him. The rounds had crashed in, all twelve of them. No duds. Twelve mur- derers commissioned by a small number of men in a strange and horrible jungle 1 (),()()() miles from home to kill a small number of men in a strange and hor- rible jungle 8,000 miles from home. They had done their job. From the jungle in which the shells had landed, we could hear the shrieks of agonized men, men who were dying. We were very happy. Ted Chandler. The Emersonian Fiety-nine BACK BAY SEQUENCE Part V The gray water is white-crested in the April wind. Behind me, following me, last year’s brown leaves scrape along the walk. I pause by Lotta fountain collared in yellow And wonder what is behind the down-cast canine eyes. Fear has dissolved and been assimilated within me — The essence absorbed by the substance which is sterner stuff. Neonate leaves hover on branches, poised for their ballet. The gray storm front hurries from Cambridge, Spinning mists over the River and weaving wind into rain. The Esplanade is deserted and the birds and I wait. The arrowed damp of air prods us to shelter. But birds are friends of discomfort, and I know him, too. This would be the moment for the solo cello’s echoes. For timpany and violins, and purple geometrical solids Gyrating downward through white liquid emptiness. But only the strange broken music comes to me — The counterpoint of your voice whispering — In the premature darkness, the whips of the wind Lash at me, driving me up pain’s path. The voo-doo of the shattered unfinished song Draws me after it in my shackles of sadness. On Chestnut Street, the yellow lights appear. The doorways are abandoned, and once more austere. Plugging the walls, day-domestics hurry on tired ill-shod feet. And evening papers rattle in their folds in entry-ways. Brimmer Street is a lonely matching line of brick. On Charles Street shop-keepers are locking doors. Emptying tills, closing ledgers, winding clocks. The mechanical omnipotence of the traffic signal Blinks " go” and " stay” to the watchers. The silver sea fruit in the fish market window stares at me With dead eyes that once knew another element than ice. What determines the character of loneliness? What constitutes the structure of remorse? Prodigious is the scope and shape of regret — The composition of love remains undefined. Repetitious chords, descending chromatics, a sphere of sound Mounting to the crescendo of the storm’s arms about me Letting the rain graciously on the open mouth of earth — Silver on the wet black pavement lights flow, And vehicle-mystics move motionless down the street. Sixty The Emersonian This, then, is the culmination, these salt tears in old wounds. In each darkened shop cat and mouse begin their game of tag — Locked behind each door, blinking in each yellow light. Are the unknown dramas, the pastorales, the silences. Tonight behind these separate masks of rain this universe grins. Behind this brief facade the tragedies and comedies play on. As the River wind on Chestnut Street snares me I wonder if, in all the world, I am alone — If some absent minded god gave me sight and then forgot Leaving my heart to suffer for my clairvoyant brain. No answer, no, no answer yet — Only the grateful smells of clean earth kissing thanks to rain Along the Esplanade, the River murmuring to the shore. Where are you? My lost, regretted one? — In the darkness I call you, my arms ache for you. The voo-doo of the shattered song draws me back to my room. Tulips once waxy and pink are rigid and dead with neglect — The apple core on the window ledge is brown and dead — The threshold of pain cushioned by the star-drift of time Has not heightened, and I remember my damp coat And my shoes making squishy complaints As I climb the stairs toward today. Pain thrives in the media of aloneness. But the cold mind slogs on into living. Jean Garris. IMMORTALITY If in tomorrow’s world Someone who lifts the mortal Weight from off the shroud of the heart. Should say to me; " In what form would you take The journey back to earth?” I would so quickly say. Without the turning of a thought, " Let me return as a melody, A fragile thing — but strong enough To brush away the Fears of youth. To caress the hands of age and Make them soft as autumn rain. Let me soar through a summer day And glisten for the winter snow. Let me sing to people, " This is yours. Possess it while you may.” Bob Guest. The Emersonian SlXTi-ONE WHERE A LAMA SAT At the end of the route through Kharta Sheka at the mouth of the Rong- buk Valley, a lama sat on the long low monastery steps and watched the party weave its way in the shadow of the glacier. It had been five years since he had sat and watched the last man leave, alone, and now they had come again — many more of them — men from beyond Nepal, and from beyond the wisdom of Buddha. The origin of suffering, he knew, was the craving for continued ex- istence, and the ce ssation of suffering was the abandonment of desire. Under- neath his hatred for the men who came where they were not born to be, he knew again his duty as a lama to make them understand and respect the worthlessness of being. Geoffrey Pike was a tall man, and when he moved over to the side of the lama there was a sense of superior power as he reached down and put his hand upon the rounded shoulder. But the look of amusement was gone when the lama lifted his head and after staring intently into Pike’s eyes, motioned the party inside the monastery door. Geoffrey Pike was thirty-five, and both too handsome and too wealthy to be safe from either women of thirty or forty. If the lama smiled as he sat star- ing at the stone altar later that evening, it was the smile of a wandering ascetic whom parliament could not touch. But Pike did not see the lama as he sat and talked to Buddha. Pike was looking at Mount Everest for the first time, and feeling the greatest thrill of desire known to man — that of attainment. " How soon do you suppose we will be ready to start the climb?” he was asking Norton whose father had been there before, and gone back blind. " Three or four days, a week — it depends on how much these porter boys get down to work.” " And that depends on — ” " The blessings of the lama. They have great faith, poor devils.” He laughed and leaned back against the pillar outside the monastery door. He v. ' as smoking the Indian mixture which Pike smoked, too. It was how they had gotten acquainted a little over a year before at a house party up in Kent. Nor- ton remembered seeing him on the hunt the first day, and later picking out the same flawless form at polo. That night he had realized that their tobacco was the same and lost to him at billiards. Pike, the name had been, Geoffrey Pike, member of parliament, author of two or three well received books, promising young artist of oils. And now, Norton reflected, he had come to climb Mount Everest. They stood there in the Tibetan twilight gazing up at the range of Himalayas and at the face of the mountain that towered above the rest and lost itself in the clouds. " You want to use the old trail?” Pike nodded. " The camps ought to be still intact, some of them, and it will save our building new ones.” " There were six of them all together.” Norton knew the land marks as if by memory. The last was at 26,800 feet. My father reached 26,800 two days before Mallory and Ervine disappeared.” " And Odell went back alone.” SiXTY-TWO The Emersonian " Out of Tibet to where men begin to think sanely — north through the Suez Canal.” " You sound bitter.” Pike grinned at Norton. " Seen too much, 1 guess. Sometimes I think it’s worse to go back than it is to get lost on that blasted mountainside.” Pike quirked an eyebrow upward and waited. " I’ve seen them come back — all shot to hell — blind like my father, or so frostbitten that they’d rot before they got across India. It will beat us in the end.” " You think so?” There was confident amusement in the tone. " That lama in there does.” " Go look at him, listen to his song.” Norton chuckled, but it didn’t have a pleasant sound. The next morning the party started out. Norton remembered the nine men who had been lost in 1922 when they had been carried off Chang La Ridge, and dropped one hundred and fifty feet to a glacier below. And the lama remembered, and he folded his knees in the shadow of the glacier and waited. The party passed Camp One at sea level, and found it still intact with maps of the eastern face still nailed against the wall. Camp Two was in much the same condition. At the third stage at the foot of the slopes leading to North Cal, they stopped to make repairs and stow away supplies. Some time in the early evening, the wind died down and a heavy stillness filled its place. Pike felt restless and paced the cabin rechecking oxygen and picks and ropes over and over again in his mind. " The monsoons couldn’t be starting so early.” He stopped in front of Norton. " Well, could they?” " No,” Norton said, " It’s a hurricane. I’ve just come in from looking at the barometer; she’s dropping pretty fast.” " There are five Sherpas boys with supplies up on North Cal,” Pike said. " Will they get back?” " I don’t know. I don’t think they would make it by themselves.” Pike went out then and started to get ready for the climb. Norton v ' atched him for a minute and then followed him up the trail. It was almost dark when they reached the ridge, but not dark as one would think of twilight — rather a sultry yellow dusk, and then the wind started again, coming in gusts and sweeping them across the icy slopes. Three of the boys roped together went over the ridge, and the other two when they got back to camp were so badly cut and scraped that they would be marked for life. " You see what I mean,” Norton said when they had finally finished band- aging them up. " Sometimes it’s better not to come back.” Pike looked out of the window up the slope to where the sunshine was first striking the ice. " Funny what a challenge it gives you — like a drug or a bad god. Once you get started you can’t leave it alone.” " Mallory must have felt that way about it. He was on every expedition that ever scaled Mount Everest and he was the last man seen attempting to reach the peak.” " 1924 wasn’t it?” " Just five years ago. Odell watched Mallory start out with Irvine on the The Emersonian Sixty-three morning of June eighth from Camp Six. Some mist covered them around noon, and Odell never saw them again.” " Avalanche do you suppose. ” " Might have been, but I don’t think so somehow. Odell went to look for them the next day. He got up to 27,()()() feet, but there was no sign of an avalanche.” " And Odell went back to India.” Pike sat smoking, leaning back against the chair. " Now we’re going to have a try. We’ll make it, too — the peak, I mean.” " You’re not used to failing, is that it?” " Something like that. It’s a matter of pride, I suppose, but believe me. I’ll make it.” " No,” Norton said, " but the only difference between us is that you think you will.” " And you think you won’t? Then why risk your neck?” " Because torture is good for the soul I guess.” Norton’s grin was wry and a little cynical. The lama meditating in the shadow of the glacier felt a stir- ring and he smiled. For nearly two weeks they used Camp Six as a base, and once or twice when the conditions were right, they got up to 28,600 feet. That was further than anyone had been before, and it left them only 1,540 to go. Pike was like a man obsessed, and when the porters were too fatigued to make the climb he would go on alone, his throat parched and burning from lack of sufficient oxy- gen. On the first of June he convinced Norton to have one last try before the monsoons began. The two of them started off just after daybreak. They were climbing separately to save on strain rather than being roped together the way they usually were. When Norton slipped just past noon, there was nothing for Pike to do. He knew that he had overworked his own muscles until they might let go. At 29.200 he could see the ton for a second between the clouds, and the excitement spurred him on. The atmospheric pressure was painfully low, and his oxygen was almost used un. Somehow it d ' dn’t matter any more — get to the peak, and the thriO, the elation would take h ' m back. When he threw his grapple over the last ridge, he knew the neak was his. He stood there breathing thinlv in the sunshine, gasping for air but unwilling to start the descent. He noticed an indentation in the glacier and made his way heav- ily toward it to sit down and rest. As he approached it, he realized that it had been rudelv chiseled awav. He drooped to his knees and read carefully, scrap- ing away the snow in places, " Bv the grace of God, I have attained Mount Ever- est. Tune 8th, 1924. G. H. Mallory.” That night and the next, the doctor waited natientlv bv the fire at the camp on North Cal. On the third dav he made his descent to the last camp on the lower east slope, rounded together the Shepas boys, and packed what supplies they would need. Then they startd back along the Rongbuk Valley to the route through Kharta Sheka, and almost precisely on the intersection of the meridian 87 east longitude, with the parallel 28 north latitude, in the shadow of the glacier, sat the lama who watched the last man pass back again and knew once more the cessation of desire in the coolness of the twilight. JoHANNE Black Sixty-four The Emersonian BLUE HORSES " Tea, Sybil?” " Yes, thank you. Lemon. Oh, Mary, it was just wonderful. Really. All those interesting people and the pictures! Marc, you know. He’s classed as an expressionist. Such unity and vigor of composition. ' Blue Horses’ for instance, is quite an original and satisfying design. The horses pass beyond single natural forms, to a unified life in one. A mystic curvilinear concept of nature.” " Excuse me. Is Coates still writing in the New Yorker?” " Why, yes, of course ... I guess so.” " Well, it was nice of you.” " What are you talking about? What was nice?” " To bother to dress yourself in your most startling outfit, to dash down to the exhibit at the Modern Art Museum, and to mingle with all those silly in- tellectuals and artists, just to see Marc’s exhibit. I’m sure Marc likes people to look at his pictures, but really you didn’t have to put yourself out since you knew what you thought of them before you went.” " I did not know. For Heaven’s sake, can’t I even agree with the criti- cism?” " Why not? The New Yorker usually has such excellent reviewers, too.” " Of course they have. So there’s nothing wrong with agreeing with Robert Coates.” " Nothing whatever. It’s best to agree. Then you know others will think you are absolutely right, and that you have the best critics to back you.” " Are you making fun of me, Mary?” " Have you given me any reason to?” " No ... I don’t see how. No. Of course not. Oh, sometimes I don’t understand you at all.” " Well, here, have another cup. Lemon, you said?” " Yes, thank you. Please, Mary, at least tell me what you think of this painter, Marc!” " I don’t know him.” " Oh for Heaven’s sake, stop being silly. You know what I mean.” " Yes, all right. However, I haven’t seen this exhibit and I never did know much about him.” " Then I know . . . why don’t you come with me tomorrow to the gal- lery? We could meet Mrs. Kahn and Mrs. Hurst. They know so much about art. They go to all the exhibits. Oh, you’d like them. Mrs. Kahn studied painting in Paris under — somebody or other. And after the exhibit we could take them for cocktails and discuss the pictures.” " Mmmmm-mmm. But do you really want to see the paintings again?” " Well, not particularly . . . but I want you to. Everyone knows Marc’s work.” " No, not everyone.” " Well, . . . well, if you don’t like his style or something, why don’t you say so?” The Emersonian Sixty-five " What I think of him is beside the point. Would you like me to tell you whar the latest Art Review Magazine says this month, and maybe quote some- thing that Picasso once said about the man?” " Now I know you are making fun of me. Honestly, I don’t know what’s come over you. You never used to say things like that.” " I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Let’s forget it, shall we? And try books or hats or something?” Nancy Copeland Pasternak. Sixty-six The Emersonian . . . in that good time.” in the theatre SEPTEMBER A full play schedule ahead. Casting already set for " Reunion In Vienna” . . . arena production. Rehearsals in full swing for " Reunion.” Good casts, both of them. This will be a good show. " Yellow Jacket” cast and started in rehearsal. A Chinese play. Interesting production problem. Week-end rehearsals for " Reunion.” " Hamlet” cast. That will be one of the bigger jobs this year. DECEMBER " Hamlet” in production. One of the best shows ever done at Emerson. Marvelous interpretation. Original play by Dan Rudsten, " The Golden Ealcon” to be done in Eebruary. " Golden Falcon” starting rehearsals ... a mam- moth cast . . . another big production job. Freshman Theater One-Act plays. Every one good. Sophomore Theater’s " The Spell,” and " Beggar on Horseback.” Much fun. APRIL " The Golden Falcon” was a huge success. A very smooth show. " Love for Love” up now. A show that is fun, and most enjoyable. Commencement play in rehearsal. " Liliom.” What a cast! What a show! Almost the end of the year . . . another year . . . another list of good shows on the books. Won- der what is in store for next year? upper — Play: Watch Your Language — Left to right: Dexter Reynolds and Norma Leary. Lower — Play: Proscenium — Left to right Dowd, Plexico, Bidwell, Bartevian, Bartevian, Tyrell, Sanderson, Wheeler. In the time of our life we have lived many. When the curtain, the make-up, the lights, the costumes, the colors had completed their job, we became many. This was our world. It was vari- able and changeable. This thing called theater is a miraculous element. No clock, no year, no location controls its mechanism. It does have boundaries though. On the North it is bounded by the audience. The East is the playwright. The West is director and the southern boundary is the actor. But all these are flexible and subject to change at the drop of a cue. For us who were there, our feet shall always think kindly of the climb to the make-up room. Our skin shall recall with a sigh the first exciting touch of the grease paint. Many times our shoulders shall feel the coat we once wore. Sometime we shall hear a cue and remember the laugh or the tear that followed. No cold wind can ever equal the one that blew around us as the curtain rope felt the strain and the spotlights slowly warmed the stage. No friend will ever mean as much as the one we mar- ried or hated or schemed with. No life will ever be as full as these two and a half hour existences. No sound will ever hold the fear and beauty of the voice calling, " Half hour, half hour. " The Emersonian Sixty-nine Upper — Play: Mr. Money Penny — Left to ri,ttht: Lawlor, Leary, Guest, Reynolds, Green, Robinson, Molot, Robinson, Fuchs, Crystol, Dempsey, Solomen. Lower — Play; Blue jeans — Left to right; Broussard and Reynolds. In the time of our life we have lived many. We walked through cardboard doors. We had a vision of wealth and beauty. We sat on golden chairs and revenged the dead. We captured the villain and crowned the hero. We lived in the Restoration and told our secrets. We experienced true love. We spoke the speech you prayed us. There we were in England and a war was over. Peace was on the land but our hearts were un- happy for we were relics. Then we had a vision and knew ' we were wrong. Relics do not have hearts. The enchantment of our cottage was love. The metronome beat faster. Money was our god. We killed and died to breathe its odor. The clink of coins, the blare of a torch song and w ' e sank in the sea of gold. But Channing Pollack took our hand and we walked with him around the corner where happiness waited in the silence. Another century we stepped into and laughed at it. We sang the once sad songs and said the once sad words and shed the once sad tear. We dressed in our blue jeans and laughed at the past. But the past held beauty. The past of Shakespeare. The past of Denmark. Past or present, it held beauty. The lives w ' e lived had been lived by many others. But they were born again. We lived or died. We were to be or not to be. And with Congreve we took love for love. We hid behind the door and tipped our fans. We lived for pleasure and for purpose. And Commencement. The last life in the home we knew so well. |i Seventy The Emersonian CROWNING THE MAY QUEEN Left to right: Johanne Black and Patricia Maxwell Yes, in the time of our life we have lived many. There are many who gave us birth and taught us how to breathe and the manner and custom. We foster children have tried to make our foster parents proud. In the time of our life we shall remember her. She who stood at the doorway of this miraculous element theater and invited us in. She who heard our childish squeals and knew the rod and rule and inspiration. She who showed us the way to this world bounded on the north, south, east and west. In the time of our life we shall re- member her. And in this time we shall humbly think of the cold wind. We shall humbly yearn for the warm spotlight. Our last side has been said. The tag line was too quickly reached. Our cos- tume is still warm with us but it rests on the hanger. The audi- ence is going home. Our revels now are ended. These our actors. As I foretold you, were all spir- its, and Are melted into air, into thin air — O brave new world PLAY: BLUEJEANS Left to right: Jones, Crystal, Reynolds. I The Emersonian Seventy-one on the campus SEPTEMBER Back to school again. Summer seems to be so far in the past now that I’m back in Boston for another year of school. Classes started. What a lot of familiar faces, and a huge drop of new ones, too. I heard that there are 100 members of the Freshman Class. Several new teachers keep life interesting, but of course, I miss Dr. McKinley, Mrs. Levillain, Mr. Packard, and Mr. Edes. Another familiar scene . . . the Espy. Seems so odd not to have to tramp through the snow to get there for lunch. No snow yet this year. DECEMBER Here it is almost Christmas vacation time, and we are having so many exams that I think I’ll have to spend my whole vacation recuperating. Dr. Berkowitz has left us, and just when I was beginning to get the hang of taking notes from him. Mr. Perry is taking over now. No snow YET. No skating on the ponds. Hard- ly believe it’s nearly Christmas, but we’ll soon be home for a rest. Classes seem to be very long these days. I must be terribly anxious about going home. Another exam tomorrow and then HOME! APRIL Only a few more weeks to go now . . . the time is getting short. Classes go on as usual, and ex- ams are still difficult. Spring vacations never last long enough, but it was fun coming back, and settling down to six weeks of real work. Finals will be here practically any minute, and then we can start thinking about next summer, and next year at school. Books and studying, cokes at the Espy, " cab- bing to a nine,” the BPL, all things we never want to forget although we are too close to them now to really care. off the campus SEPTEMBER The dorm is the same old place. New faces and familiar ones. New and old roommates. Moving in . . . unpacking, decorating rooms. Another year begun! Stayed up late talking to some of the kids. We got into an argument about what we were go- ing to do when we graduated. Plans for the Inter-Class Dance are getting un- der way already. It will be in October, at 126 Beacon St. Wonder what I will wear. Blind date. Tech man. Fraternity party. Had a marvelous time. Met someone who knows my brother. Have a date for next week. DECEMBER Pan-Hellenic Dance at 126 Beacon next week. Need a date. Guess I’ll ask that boy from Tech I went out with several times at the beginning of the year. He can go! And he’s going to get my roommate a date, too. That will be fun. I hope the weather is nice that night. Well, the dance turned out very nicely, and we all had a good time. The weather was cold, but clear. Seems odd to be so near to Christmas and not have any snow. Christmas vacation! Home for a wonderful time. I can hardly wait to get on that train! When we get back it will be next year! APRIL What a year. Never a minute’s peace, but of course, I love it. Still going out with man from Tech. He is delightful. Junior Prom last month was wonderful. Next month is the Senior Commencement Ball. I hope we can go. I may get a new dress for it. Another bull session tonight . . . this time until two a. m. We talked about school life, our men, politics, and interior decoration. I hope never forget the things about Emerson that I want to remember. Life in the dorm. Life out of the dorm. Parties, picnics, hayrides, ski i trips. Part of the life we love. [ FOREVER WHIPPERBOO 1 have never seen a Whipperboo. 1 don’t suppose that you have either, but they do exist. Once, long, long ago, a Whipperboo named Randolph had a very hard time proving that he did ex- ist. You see, in this world of ours there are many people who do not believe in such creatures as Whipperboos, even though they see them with their own eyes. Randolph was a Whipperboo who lived near Minuet Pond. Like all other Whipperboos, he built himself a little house of walnut shells and lily pads. His life was very ouiet. Nothing ever happened to Randolph. He slept all ■winter, and in the sprfrg, when the ice and snow were gone, he spent hours )ust floating in Minuet Pond, or flying over Dander Forest where he had lived all his life. He had cherries for breakfast, water-cress sandwiches for lunch, and cherries and water-cress sandwiches for supper. Before he went to bed at night, he ate some blueberry leaves. He built his home near the cherry tree, and had a little patch of water-cress growing in his back yard, so everything he needed was within easy reach. He floated on his back in Minuet Pond, or flew over Dander Forest all day because he had nothing else to do, and no place else to go. Randolph really had nothing else to do except gather cherries or tend his garden. In the morning, he would sprinkle silver dust on his wings, and put mud on his ears so that they would stand up straight. Every other Tuesday, he walked up the corkscrew path to Stanley Swivelgroat’s house for a visit. They would hang by their tails, and discuss what was going on in Dander Forest, and about sun down, they would have some pine cone broth. Then Randolph would go home. Nothing ever happened to Randolph, and he was quite happy. The most exciting day in Randolph’s life started just like any other day. He woke up, scratched his wings and yawned. When he was fully awake, he took his tooth brush, and went down to Minuet Pond which was only seven steps from his front door. After brushing his teeth, he sprinkled siver dust on his wings, and admired his reflection in the bright blue water. Now it was time for breakfast, and, as was his usual custom, he walked across the drumlin to the cherry tree. In an instant, he knew that something was wrong. The branches of the cherry tree still bent down with the weight of the ripe, red fruit, but around the (runk of the tree was coiled the most enormous Python Randolph had ever seen! The Python saw Randolph coming, and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Randolph was really frightened, but he was also very hungry. He simply had to have cherries for breakfast. The only thing that he could do was ask the Python to move. And frightened though he was, he drew himself up his full three feet, seven and one-quarter inches tall, and coughed loudly. Now the Python, on the other hand, was a bit frightened, too. He had Eighty The Emersonian never seen a Whipperboo. When he had first seen Randolph coming over the drumlin, he had thought that Randolph was a juggertoot. He was very old, and in his day had seen many juggertoots, but never had he laid eyes on a real live Whipperbo o. For a minute he wished he had worn his glasses. As Randolph coughed, the Python opened his green eyes, and just stared. He didn’t believe that such a creature could exist. " Who are you?” the Python demanded fiercely. Randolph’s knees shook, but he gurgled: " I’m Randolph, the Whipperboo, and please, sir, you’re coiled around my cherry tree.” The Python felt a bit more courageous when he saw that Randolph was frightened. " I’m Prudentious Python,” he replied. " I’ve just moved into this neighborhood, and I happen to like this particular tree.” " But can’t I have any cherries?” Randolph asked, tears starting up in his eyes. " Why do you want cherries?” Prudentious asked curiously. " I always have cherries for breakfast,” Randolph said, wiping his eyes on his wing. " Well, you’ll just have to change your diet,” the Python told him. " I had a long trip from the Valley of Bright Green Dreams, and I’m tired. You go and eat something else.” " But sir,” Randolph protested, " all any respectable Whipperboo ever eats for breakfast is cherries.” " Whipperboos! ” Prudentious sneered. " I simply don’t believe in Whip- perboos. You just want this cherry tree all to yourself. You’ve made up this story about being a Whipperboo. I’ll bet that down underneath you’re really a juggertoot or a scripwink.” " But I am a Whipperboo,” Randolph groaned in despair. " Well, I’ve never seen one,” Prudentious replied. " But there are such creatures as Whipperboos,” Randolph maintained. " Look at me.” He turned around in a small circle so that the Python could see all of him. " Don’t you believe that you see me?” The Python shook his head doubtfully. " Are you sure you’re not a jug- gertoot?” he asked. " I’m a real live Whipperboo!” Randolph shouted, and he danced up and down in anger. " See!” The Python scratched his head with his tail. " I don’t know,” he admitted. " You seem real enough. But I’ve never seen a Whipperboo. Perhaps if I could see another one. Perhaps I should have my glasses changed.” Randolph saw a little ray of hope. " If I could find another Whipperboo, and could bring him here to show you — then would you believe that I exist?” " I think I would,” the Python sighed wearily. " But I still think that I’m having trouble with my eyes.” And so it was that Randolph went in search of another Whipperboo. He hur- ried along the bank of Minuet Pond making a noise like the rustling of blue- berry leaves, but no Whipperboo came. He walked through Dander Forest whistling like water-cress stretching out of the brown earth, but there was no answer. He ran up over Mint Root Hill clicking his tongue like cherry pits popping out of cherries, but no Whipperboo appeared. In his travels, he passed swivelgroat after swivelgroat, and scripwink after scripwink, but not one Whip- perboo did he see. The Emersonian Eighty-one He stood under a walnut tree, and san the Whipperhoo song: " Twiddle-dunk, sklipper slunk, Skitty, llitty aaay, hlidgy-wert, chickle-skirt, Woo-dy, OoLi-dy aaay.” But no Whipperhoo answered. Under lily pads, in tree crotches, around bushes and under moss beards he searched, but not one Whipperhoo could he find. He was very hungry. The thorns had torn his pretty red leotard to tatters, and he had lost one of his pretty red shoes. He was so tired. He had called, and sung, and made noises until his throat hurt, and his feet were just too tired to carry him any further. Sob- bing and crying, he finally fell over a log, and landed in a mud puddle. He was so completely exhausted that he lay there sobbing, his face down in the dirt and water. Discouraged, lost, so far away from his little house of walnut shells and lily pads, that he just stayed there, and cried himself to sleep. Once during the night, he woke up. He was frightened, and the rain was beating down on him. Suddenly he remembered that he had left his front door opened that morning, and the rain would undoubtedly spoil all the dried frittle- wits he was saving for winter. It was so very awful that he began to cry again, and presently fell asleep. The early morning sun came out brighter and warmer, as it always does after a storm. The warmth awakened Randolph, and he sat up and rubbed his eyes. His pretty red leotard was ruined, and now he discovered that he had lost both shoes. What could he do? The Python, Prudentious, had taken his cherry tree, and he was very hungry. The only thing that he could do was find another cherry tree in another part of Dander Forest, and build a new house, and plant a new garden. These thoughts increased his sadness, for he dearly loved Minuet Pond, and his house, and his garden, and all of his friends who lived in the neigh- hood. It was all so very sad that he began to cry again. " Will you please keep quiet?” a voice asked from under a blue gardenia tree. " I’m sleepy.” Randolph’s eyes popned out in amazement. It sounded like the voice of a Whipperhoo! And suddenly, looking down, he saw something that really startled him. He had not tripped over a fallen log the night before. It was a leg. A leg sticking out from under a blue gardenia tree. At the end of the leg was a foot, and on the foot, seven toes. Only Whipperboos have seven toes, and only on the left foot. This was a left foot. Randolph had found another Whipperhoo! It did not take him long to wake the Whipperhoo. He laughed and gur- gled with joy. He grabbed the other Whipperboo’s hands and danced around in a mad circle, and hopped up and down furiously. " A Whipperhoo! A Whipperhoo! I’ve found another Whipperhoo! I am Randolph. Who are you?” The poor, sleepy little Whipperhoo was so surprised to see another Whip- perboo that it took him a long time to tell Randolph who he was. " I’m Reginald Whipperhoo,” he finally managed to say. " I’ve just come to Dander Forest.” " Are you going to live here?” Randolph asked breathlessly. " Just as soon as I find a cherry tree,” Reginald told him. Eightv-two The Emersonian NEWBURY DELICATESSEN Massachusetts at Commonwealth Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of A FRIEND " Well, I ' ve got a house already built,” Randolph explained, " and a water-cress garden, and a blueberry patch. At the moment I ' m having a little trouble about the tree, but if you come with me. I ' m sure that I can straighten things out, and then you can live with me.” Reginald was so overcome that he gasped: " Can I? " And so they shared some cherries Reginald had brought along for the journey, and when they had washed their faces and put mud on their ears, they started off for Randolph ' s house on the bank of Minuet Pond in Dander Forest. They walked down over Mint Root Hill, through the Walnut Grove, and across the blueberry bog, and pres- ently they could see the pond shining in the sunlight. Prudentious Python saw them com- ing. Randolph had already told Regi- nald about the trouble over the tree, and they resolved to walk boldly up over the drumlin and confront the Py- thon. For the first time in his life, Prudentious saw two real live Whipper- bocs, and he was so surprised that he never actually recovered. He didn ' t say a word to either of them, but simply uncoiled his long body, and slunk away into Dander Forest con- vinced that Whipperboos did exist. Randolph and Reginald were so pleased that they danced up and down on the drumlin chanting the Whipper- boo song: " Twiddle-dunk, sklipper slunk, Skitty, flitty, aaay, Flidgy-wert, chickle-skirt, Woo-dy, ooudy aaay. " The Python, Prudentious, went back to the ' Valley of Bright Green Dreams from whence he had come. He was never the same. He was convinced that there were such things as Whipperboos, but he always wore two pairs of glasses after that, and never once came near Minuet Pond or Dander Forest. 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Y. 1163 Franklin Street, Melrose, Mass. 29 Butterfield Street, Lowell, Mass. 8 Winter Street, Fitchburg, Mass. 100 East Street, Methuen, Mass. Metropolitan State Hospital, Waltham, Mass. 48 Walden Street, Concord ' , Mass. . . 1165 Lawrence Street, Lowell, Mass. 27 Western Promenade, Cranston, R. I. 31 Reynolds Avenue, Everett, Mass. 49 North Avenue, Meriden, Conn. . . 18 Rich Street, Mattapan, Mass. 281 Western Avenue, Lynn, Mass. .... 122 East Garfield Avenue, New Castle, Pa. Upland Road, Southborough, Mass. 115 Mt. Auburn Street, Cambridge, Mass. 84 Mt. Vernon Street, Fitchburg, Mass. 14 Lily Street, Lynn, Mass. .37 John Street, Saugerties, N. Y. . . Hillside Road, South Deerfield, Mass. 1121 Walnut Street, Allentown, Pa. 112-16 68 Avenue, Forest Hills, N. Y. 1 1 Oakwood Terrace, Newton Center, Mass. 600 Purine Street, Elmira, N. Y. 7 Crescent Street, Whitinsville, Mass. 53 Lincoln Park, Newark, N. J. 236-238 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass. 13 Farm Road, Marlboro, Mass. 9 Rollins Street, Boston, Mass. 73 Longwood Avenue, Brookline, Mass. 10 Elm Street, Brookline, Mass. 185 Park Street, Pawtucket, R. I. 316 Mt. Prospect Avenue, Newark, N. J. 15 Central Park West, New York City, N. Y. 7()-69 Street, Cuttenberg, N. J. . . 3168 Bedford Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. 20 Clapp Street, Stoughton, Mass. Rutland, Vt. R. D., Portage, Pa. 2007 Pine Street, Philadelphia, Pa. 193 Main Street, Danielson, Conn. 56 Pine Street, Belmont, Mass. 47 Waite Street, Malden, Mass. 29 Green Street, Melrose, Mass. 9311 68 Avenue, Forest Hills, N. Y. 48 Deckarn Street, Roxbury, Mass. 12 Adams Street, Brookline, Mass. 7 Huntington Drive, Yonkers, N. Y. 85 Carpenter Street, Foxboro, Mass. 7 Wayne Street, Boston, Mass. 342 Brook Avenue, Passaic, N. J. 246 North Avenue, Rockland, Mass. Maine Street, P. O. Box 236, Farmington, Maine Northfield Road, Millington, N. J. 107 Bay Driveway, Manhasset, N. Y. . . . . 54 Dewey Street, Clinton, Mass. ... 91 Park Street, Newton, Mass. . 161 Elm Street, Medford, Mass. . Kiel Avenue, Kianelon, N. J. 46 Bradford Road, Watertown, Mass. 75 Hillsdale Road, Medford, Mass. ... 317 Kearsarge Way, Portsmouth, N. H. 17 Onecta Street, East Lynn, Mass. Westminster West Road, Saxtons River, Vt. 1651 Tibbits Avenue, Troy, N. Y. Otter Ponds, Westport, Conn. 73 High Street, Pittsfield, Mass. 23 Hillside Avenue, Revere, Mass. 99 Bellingham Avenue, Revere, Mass. 70 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, Mass. 36 Botolph Street, Melrose, Mass. One Hundred Two The Emersonian Corner Ki MCCORMICK, JOHN MCDONALD, HELEN MCINNIS, LELAND MCNAMARA, FRANCIS MCGUIRE, JOAN METCALFE, NANCE MINTON, MARY MOLLET, JOHN MOLOT, BEVERLY MOREY, WILLIAM MORGAN, JOYCE MULHERN, WARREN MLINDT, PAUL MURNOE, WILLIAM MORSE, BARBARA NASH, CLEO NASH, CHRISTINE NEIGHBOR, TED NEWHALL, ROBERTA NICKOLE, LEONIDAS NOERDLINGER, PATRICIA NOLAN, tames NOVACK, HARRY NUGENT, LAWRENCE, JR. OAKES, ANN O ' DONNELL, JAMES O ' NEIL, ROBERT, JR. ONESCHUK, WALTER ORMSBY, HAZEL ORMANDY, RODERICK OZAN, MONTAGUE PARKER, VIRGINIA PARSONS, MURIAL PASTERNAK, NANCY COPELAND PAULSON, ELIZABETH PEARSON, JOSEPH PEARSON, NORMAN PECK, ELEANOR PENNEY, SAMUEL PERKINS, SHIRLEY PERRY, WILLIAM PEYSER, JOAN PETRUCCI, KATHERINE POLIAN, SHIRLEY . . PORTONG, JOSEPHINE PINANSKY, ARTHUR POLAKEWICH, MARVIS POLK, CHARLES POWERS, JOAN PRESCOTT, BRUCE PRISNELL, CHLOE PRICE, CLARENCE RAJKOWSKI, LAURA RALEIGH, JOHN RAVESKI, MARIE RICH, FRANCES RIDEOUT, RUTH ROBERTS, DONALD ROBERTSON, FLORENCE ROBINSON, PATRICIA ROBLIN, RUTH ROMANO, BARBARA ROOD, FREMA LIPMAN ROSENSTADT, LILLIAN ADELE ROSENTHAL, JOAN DENNY ROSS, CHARLES ROTH, EDWARD JOSEPH, JR. ROY, ERNEST C., JR. ROZZI, DOROTHY ELEANOR RZEZNIKIEWICZ, JOSEPH FRANCIS SACKETT, JOAN SANDERSON, JOANNE SANNELLA, ANTHONY EDWARD SANTRY, MARY BARBARA R. F, .58 Charlotte Street, Lockport, N. Y. ' 1.5 Linden Street, Allston, Mass. Li). 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D., Pa. 16 Stratford Terrace, Springfield 8, Mass. 17 Regent Circle, Brookline, Mass. 1 1 Dalton Parkway, Salem, Mass. 306 East Ponce de Leon Avenue, Decatur, Ga. 25 Mayo Avenue, Needham, Mass. 12 Dyer Street, Dorchester 24, Mass. , . 82 West Street, Elmwood, Mass. 363 East Pleasant Street, Corry, Pa. 99 West Main Street, Westboro, Mass. 16 Bay View Street, Revere, Mass. 35 Hudson Street, Somerville, Mass. Eastern Avenue and Elmer Road, Vineland, N. J. 174 Pond Street, Avon, Mass. 1184 Sea Street, Quincy 69, Mass. 466 Beacon Street, Lowell, Mass. . .. 56 Tower Street, Needham Heights, Mass. , 84 Coolidge Street, Brookline, Mass. 183 Clinton Road ' , Brookline, Mass. . . West Minot, Maine 24 Waconsh Road, Worcester 5, Mass. 8 Egremont Road, Brookline, Mass. 62 West Street, Northampton, Mass. 1524 Nedro Avenue, Philadelphia 4, Pa. . , 30 Ardell Street, North Quincy, Mass. One Hundred Four The Emersonian . % H| H«v


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