Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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This gives a rather one-sided picture of our development, however. We would not want you to think of us as intellectuals who are socially immature. Well, to show that we are integrated, we could list the many extracurricular activities and social events we have sponsored. Besides our boast of Miss Ballerina , consider our participation in the Current Events club, The Doctor in Spite of HimseU , Honor Society, Glee Club, Taconic Columns, Who's Who, House and Student Council, New York Conferences, lectures, proms, socials, dinners. But the reader can see these statistics beneath our class pictures. 1 Perhaps, philosophers that we are, we should show how our search for the absolutes has resulted in a well-arranged value scheme or that family life can be beautiful, even if Plato didn't think so. There is one more serious approach we might adopt. During the academic years 1944-1948 there occurred events of world importance which we have observed together. When we have forgotten, perhaps, just what our slogans and watchwords meant, we shall still recall that Franklin Roosevelt died when we were in college, that the Marines raised a flag on Suribachi, and that we left the campus one spring noontime to see VE-Day celebrated. We were at STC when modern man became obsolete, when Ghandi was assassinated, when Europe starved, and when a third war threatened. We realize that there is much to be done in the world, and that we as educators have a formidable challenge to meet. All these things come to our minds as we think of our class history. For us, they evoke images of four years together-not always serene, not always satisfied, but things we shall remember with a smile when textbooks are forgotten and we are alumni to some other young and fortunate senior class. Underclassmen, will you remember us? Janice Gleason-Historian 29

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SEHIUH CLHSS HISTUHU ARL MARX saw history in terms of a class struggle. We might reword his comment to rather accurately describe ourselvesg our class history has also been that of a struggle. Nor is the writing of our chronicle an easy matter. Four years of rich and varied, shared experience are not quickly condensed into a short essay by one member of the class. The task of noting the incidents and slogans that are part of our college life without becoming so clannish that others won't know what we are talking about is rather difficult. Bosnia-Herzego-vine, Verweile doch! Du his! so schon , the solid citizen, the shovel philosophy, Be brave, begin -These are all bywords with us because they symbolize experiences we have had together just as the same kind of words do for any group of friends. But to the uninitiated, they are insig- nificant speech -to use another quote the Seniors like. If an impressionistic write-up of our memories won't do for the yearbook, shall we try to be witty and factual at the same time? Something like: Our junior year found us in the Training School trying to discover the elusive distinctions between appreciations and understandings and repeating Dewey's two criteria-quickly, now, what are they? It can be seen that this sort of thing has been done too often to be particularly original with us. Shall we then attempt a little satire on progressive philosophers' pedaguese? Taking a paragraph from Mursell, we could remark that our college careers have been vital learning experiences in which we dynamically and strongly interacted and which have engaged our interest, will, and active purpose. 28

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CLHSS llllll We the class of 1948 leave to. everyone the sincere wish that each may find the happiness that he seeks. CLHSS PHUPHEUU There are no Cassandras or Laocoifins in the class of 1948 30