Kean University - Memorabilia Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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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

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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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7 Don't tell us we've gone this far without a mention of a single confer- ence, First let us agree that there are two varieties. One the purely profes- sional, local variety. Notable among these are the Fine and Industrial Arts Conferences held annually at the college. The other type is best exemplified by the famous Eastern States Conference, which is the cause of a mass migration of approximately one fifth of the school across the river in April of each year. There, educational purpose is combined with a whirl of social events that leave everycne exhausted and with but one thought in m'nd- When's the next one? Complain as we often do about assembly programs, the fact remains that we have met many notables on Wednesday mornings during the last four years. A brief list would include james Weldon johnson, Senator Nye, Fred lngvolstad, and Peter Tristam Coffin. Naturally as upper classmen we began, in our junior year, to hold more and more important offices in extracurricular affairs. There were even times when some of us wondered when we were going to find time to study. The secret, as we found it, is to sandwich a few minutes in between that important committee meeting and the time you take over the ping-pong table or else to dress for basketball practice with a book in one hand and a heart full of hope. Then we were out of college for over five months while we completed our junior Practicum in the field, and later enjoyed our summer vacations. lt was hard to tell from the snap shots that were passed around in September who rated the highest, that darling little boy I had in my third grade or that fellow from Texas I met down in Atlantic City this summer. We had hardly settled down as seniors to our old routine of play and work when zowie the first ten weeks had flown and we were doing responsible student teaching out in the field again. We found to our surprise, that we were working about five times as hard as we ever had before and liking it. Was that professional pride creeping up on us? The class had a brief reunion at the Senior Productions, lnc. dance which we found had transformed the gym into one gigantic motion picture studio complete with huge, colorful posters and movies made by our own classmates for entertainment. Early in l94O the senior class was called in to join the rest of the school in a Memorial Service for our late president, Dr. M. Ernest Townsend. We all felt deeply the loss of our president and our friend for over three years. Back in school for the last half of our senior year, it seemed that the prospect of graduation cast a shadow over everything we did. Time rushed on and before we knew it, it was Senior Week. A feeling of panic came over us. We didn't want to leave so soon. The Senior Ball pepped up our drooping spirits and we realized that this wasn't the end of all things. It was the beginning of the newest, the most exciting episode in our lives. School days are over but school friends are not lost. Graduation is here and gone, but still we refuse to say good-bye. The class of l94O leaves Newark State with nothing more final than the beautiful thought contained in the repetition of Auf Wiedersehen luntil we meet againl as we join the ranks of the alumni. k ,,iLi4i : lt 4, iA!lw5,:it:ll?2 2-l 0