Kean University - Memorabilia Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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AS WE REMEMBER IT ll-listory of the class of l94Ol Once upon a time there was a crowd i If , All of freshmen who rushed all eight L- M V , entrances of a certain building in the F if ' 4. September of i936 with an unaccount- Qi able eagerness to begin their college y careers. What became of them? Could uf J ,...,,,, .av the college stand the onslaught? What Qfwgfj 1,7 K5 , have they to say for themselves now, A I after four long years? . Gif! lvluch credit is due to our class ad- viser, Miss Helen Snyder, for aiding us '-- T in adapting ourselves to the local scene. l-ler sincere friendliness and sound ad- vice have pulled us through many crises Now since some of us have been sentimental enough to keep a scrap- book to remind us in future years what happened in I936-40, let us glance through one of those bulging books and pick out the things worthy of re- membrancef' CIQSSAWSG, We'll pass quickly over the pic- tures of us taken when we entered college. Could it be possible we slipped our grammar school graduation pictures in there by mistake? We hope so. We come to our first Christmas at N. S. T, C.. A Pageant of Christmas Carols, stately upperclassmen dressed in rich oriental costumes walking slowly down the aisle to age old hymns. Quite an impression it made on us freshmen, But wait, we weren't quite accurate, N.S.T.C.?, No, the program says, New jersey State Normal School, Newark Seems it was several months later that we officially acquired our present name. The rest of our freshman year seems rather distant although we do remember Barnes, the Freshman reception on the Campus, the tea at Dr. Townsends the oral comprehensives that we were not supposed to get excited about, the 'Creenwich Village decorations at our dance and the glorious prospect of a summer vacation three months longl Our sophomore year seems memorable for the field trips we took: a bit of ticker tape to remind us of our visit to the Stock Exchange. Chase and Federal Reserve banks, and last but definitely not least, Chinatowng a sad looking yellow balloon commemorating the sophomores' invasion of historic old lvlorristown, Spring l938g and a withered little pressed flower representing all those hikes through the bogs of north jersey for the sake of science, HELEN C SNYDER lt seems in the spring of i938 there occurred a most notable event. 'The Pageant, celebrating the 25th anniversary of our institution, Few of us could remember its actual title, Education in the lvlakingf' without referring to the program, but no one who worked on it will ever doubt which R70

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was The Pageant. lt must have been about this time that our class established its habit of never leaving the building until Willie verbally threw us out. And what of pleasure? Of course we had the dance we were entitled to and a jolly one it was with the circus as a theme and balloons everywhere, then the Norms gave an excellent performance of R.U.R. in june with a thunderstorm adding to the weird atmosphere of a worfd peopled by robots. The year closed with a field day devoted to written comprehen- sives, nuff said. During the early part of our junior year we acquired skill in donning our P.A.'s at a minute's notice and losing them just as quickly, Certainly this year was one of the gayest with everyone well acquainted with everyone else and the end still far enough away to be forgotten. Informal social affairs within the various sections became the thing, sororities and frater- nities were socially in the limelight and sponsored affairs open to the college as a whole. Then as a grand climax to our social season our class was treated to a day at the New York World's Fair. Of course we didn't intentionally neglect to mention our two dances, the Football l-lop and the grand, the glorious, the long awaited junior Prom held in February at the Elizabeth-Carteret l-lotel. The music played: They Say. Deep in a Dream, My Reverie, This Night, all nearly forgotten now by the world as a whole. The flowers we pressed: the sweet peas, the gardenias, the roses. the orchids have all lost their odor. Our precious gown hangs sadly in the closet and the tuxs are surrounded with moth balls, but who can ever forget his or her junior Prom? ROBERT HARRIS C-EORCE DORNE LEONARD HINES President Vice-President Treasurer fd' gk N - .1 5 . -J 'T 4 ' f if 4 mm- -an-as il Jl 0-' 3 - - .5 'T ,- i RUTH BONNET ELEANOR LORENZ ROBERT McKENNA Corresponding Secretary Recording Secretary Delegate-at-Large 023