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

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History of the Class of l95O Well, what do you know! Four years have passed and the time has arrived for Willie Penguin, our historian, to write his tale of joy. Poor Willie! He really doesn't know where to start or what to say. Yes, Willie, we have been here for four years, and time has finally caught up with you because now you have to record all the glorious or should I say gory events. What! You can't remember what we did in our freshman year that was so outstanding or different? Well, let me remind you that we did all the things that other freshman classes have ever done, except that we went them one better. How could you ever for- get The Male Animal , the inaugural of big time productions at N. A. S. T. C? So help me, Willie, you must remember that this was the year that men started playing basketball at the school, and it was our class that put this sport across in the first year of its birth. Basketball has risen to great heights in four short years, but we, the Class of 50 , can feel justly proud because we are indirectly responsible for the fine team we have today. Willie, even you couldn't have forgotten about the M. A. A. This was one of the first years in the history of the school that they bothered to have elections. Don't you remember, Willie, that in our freshman year we had more than four men? You thought that the school always had cheerleaders? No, Willie, this was the first time the school had anything to cheer about - in the way of sports, that is. How about the gala Sadie Hawkins Dancen? D0n't you remember? That was when the women of the school could chase the men legitimately? The whole school turned out for this and people going by the school campus that afternoon must have thought we were all crazy, because men were actually running away from women - What advance. And the more academic triumphs? Many of our classmates joined the Trzconic Columm and some of the articles written by our class members were placed in places of posterity - for future reference. Of course we had to go to classes, how do you ever think we could have passed our finals if didn't? What's that you say? Quite a few of our classmates flunked out? Don't be silly: all they did was transfer. Of course the sophomore class was smaller, but what difference does that make? Yes, Willie, we still had to attend classes. We weren't Intellects yet, but don't forget that this was only our second year. Of course, we still had a basketball team, only it was better. The Drama Club production that year was Kind Lady and eight of the thirteen members of the cast were sophomores. You don't remember the big dance we sponsored that year? Well, no kidding, Willie, I don't understand how you ever got 24

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Senior Essay To the faculty: The class of 1950 marks the beginning of the end of an unusual educational period at our college. The pouring in of new students in the fall of 1946 warned you and the rather petite and feminine student body that the educational pot was beginning to boil For the most part, our class consisted of veterans. Looking back, it seems that we were often noisy and carousing and not particularly addicted to regular study habits. We remember twisting and turning the class hours into discussions and debates rather than the esoteric contents of the textbook. But the annals of our history show that we were doers as well as talkers. Our numbers gave us power, which now seems to have been misused. At any rate, we tried to stir the school, heedlessly sometimes, into a fer- ment of our own liking. That was the young us, the cock-sure us. Now, we have become, through your guidance, that of our parents, and even of the 'world's, young adults with a common, serious purpose. It is here, in these four years, that we have outgrown most of our adolescence. You, the faculty, have made us aware of the vastness of all knowledge. We have a touching acquaintance with and an appreciation of the background of all culture. You have endowed us with the will to learn, and, hence, the will to teach. Our single purpose, now, is to help save the world from destruction so that gener- ations to come may learn perfection of the absolutely guaranteed or-get-your-money-back- in-five-days little gadget for committing mass suicide is here. It is accepted that the mistakes of the past cannot be erased but can be utilized as teachers of the future. As a group of college graduates, we do not pretend to know the answer to salvation, but it is to that end that we bend our efforts. Joy R. Dorfman 23

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this job! Yes, we had to take the regular three hour exams plus the annual Sophomore Tests, and guess what, Willie, we were no longer silly, silly sophomores, but we were now known as jolly, jolly juniors. Why were we jolly? Because now we were going to the training school at Mark's and even a dope like you should know that you have to be jolly when you are teaching children. Did we have very many interests? just think back! Don't you remember? That's right, they were numerous and varied. Certainly, the organizations in the school found themselves being led or at least swamped by the members of our class. The Bookstore was two of our class members' special interest. Be thankful to them, Willie, for they made you famous. They put you on the caps, sweatshirts, banners, and stationary and even had murals of you made. Did we have very much ability? How can you ever forget the Western satire we put on at Stunt Night that year? You've forgotten about Dr. Broudy? Willie, how could you! He was our class advisor. It is a good thing we had Dr. Mileham to take his place. You want to know what! Yes, Willie, we are now seniors. Don't you feel stately? Well, you should. What have we done this year? Well, glory be! You are the limit! Don't tell me you have forgotten Father Monihan in the Drama Club play. Yes, Willie, he was a member of your class even if you didn't recognize him. Of course, we are still attending classes, no, we have not become Intellects yet, yes, Willie, we have to wait till june for that. You don't think that You are going to graduate? Well, Willie, I hate to say this, but I don't think that you should. What's that Willie? You are afraid that you will forget something when writing the class history? Well, that's all right, you cannot remember all the things we did. So there, Willie, you see that quite a few things have happened in our four years here, and these are just a sample of them. So, come on, let's see you get busy on that class history! The Old Guard? Yes, Willie, we do have one, but I don't think that we should mention them. P.S. In case Willie forgets: All the members of the graduating class wish to thank all of the faculty members who have faithfully guided us through four years at N. A. S. T. C. We are sure that your hard work will show good dividends before too many years have passed. -ROBERT J. DEAN