Kean University - Memorabilia Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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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

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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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Messoge from Senior Closs President At the close of our college life it seems fitting and proper to reflect upon and perhaps evaluate this time spent, living together, in preparation for professional undertaking. lt is not at all possible to determine the development or transformation of even one person. To our parents and acquaintances there seems to be little change, but to the Careful observer it is very apparent. Visualize our first year: then look about you now. Where are those shy, giggling, boisterous creatures? Yes, the image of each is still there, but in some way the inner core of that body has been straightened. modified, developed. and perhaps bent into an entirely new outlook on life. lt was not a well-knit group, regimented in the ideals of professional undertaking, that entered this institution. Each came as a personality bearing the riches his particular environment had provided. There were no two alike, no two with the same purposeg each was a personality with individual likes, dislikes, opinions, ideals and purposes. Naturally it was not possible for each to pursue his personal wants and whims. lvlany times it was necessary to abide by the vote of the majority but still retaining the self. Frequently an individual was subdued or humbled only to emerge, a stronger, more resourceful character, We still have not been regimented and professionalized into a flock, at no time has this been the ideal of our college. Personalities we are, but always capable of uniting for effort and progress. Most valuable has been the life of the college, that rubbing together of ideas, that wasting of time while exchanging experiences in the hall, on the stairs. or commuting, the conferences. Student Council, dances and the constant barter for position, recognition and return. lt is within these walls that we have detected and worked under the ideals of democracy. lt is from these walls that we go to preserve this glory of freedom by directing the lives of countless numbers. lf we never lose the sight and the touch of the real life upon which our nation was founded, we may fill our position with honor. ROBERT D. HARRIS 0 25