Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

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CLASS OFFICERS President..............................Verna Mae Frey Vice-President...................... Mary Rachel Hoover Secretary....................................Lois Hoover Treasurer..............................Helen Renninger Historian..............................Eula Mae Bender

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THE SEIVIOHS

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CLASS HISTORY 1942- 43 “All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances and one “frosh in his M. S. T. C. life plays many parts, his acts being four ages. At first the Freshmen, pop-eyed and trembling, with dink on dome and identification badge on blouse, creeping unwillingly like snails to Line UpI Ah! yes, those were the days. After we gained a semblance of college sense, we put in our ballots and pulled out our officers: President. George Brenner; vice-president, William Rudewick; secretary. Mary Reisinger; treasurer, Paul Kammerer. As the call to service cut into our class ranks we replaced Paul Kammerer with John Crowthers and were later forced to replace him with Louise Ludwig. We reluctantly said “good-bye to our class adviser, Miss Retan, but Miss Gress surveyed us, decided we needed help, and guided us from there on. Then we exerted our wits and willing hands and threw that never-to-be-forgotten “Dog Patch Hoedown. 1943- 44 Then the Sophomores, full of strange slang, looking down upon the “Frosh,” while seeking fun and frolic even under teacher's eye. To keep us on the straight and narrow path Richard Keller became the people's choice while Joanne Manifold stood by to assist him. Geraldine Yohe penned the activities in the book of M. S. T. C. life, and Betsy Stehman autographed the check stubs. Dr. Stine was added to our ranks and gave us masculine support as class adviser. More boys left for the service and we paused to consider the seriousness of days past and those to come. We planted the traditional tree, ours being a Norway Maple, located at the northern end of the Wickersham building. Letters and gifts were buried and we'll be back in seven years to claim our share of the booty. To prove we thought the “Freshies were swell guys and gals we cooperated 'with them and threw a bang-up novelty dance-game night-general fun session party, and did we ever have f-u-n-?-? 1944- 45 Next the Junior, books in arms and training school in view, his Senior year too near, a time too soon of parting from his many friends, dreams and doodles in his classes. Verna Mae Frey took over as president and Alice Robb assisted her. Lois Hoover became our capable secretary and Marian Ledgard tallied our financial score. We accentuated the food sales and eliminated the hungry folks by holding two profitable food sales. To add a little adrenaline to the school spirit we recommended to everyone the Junior dance and party entitled “The Frosty Frolic. The fun of the evening dispelled all signs of anything called frost. We felt honored to have Lois Hoover chosen as queen of the Spring Frolic, and we tingled with pride as she descended the steps and led her court of lovely spring maidens beside the lake and across the amphitheater to her throne. We had the Junior Class very graciously represented in her court in the person of Verna Mae Frey. It was a perfect picture with which to close our Junior book of memories. 1945-46 Last scene of all that ended this short and happy four years was Senior year and graduation with diploma, friends, job, and hopes for everything and determination to face anything. Coming back to serve us just as capably as in our Junior year was Verna Mae Frey as president with Mary Rachel Hoover as vice-president. J-ois Hoover did a return engagement as secretary, and Helen Rennin-ger took the cash in hand (figuratively, not literally). To make the Touchstone a treasured remembrance, we gave to Lizzie Caslow the responsibility of editor-in-chief and to Mary Fulginiti the job of business manager. Our Senior play, “Mr. Pim Passes By, was a huge success with real men and romance. We added to our bank account by having our last and best food sale. Amid pleasing and unexpected incidents while student teaching we found enough time to select invitations, order our caps and gowns, and to pause long enough to “smile at the birdie. We hadn't saved all our money for nothing and our last and final party was a real one—never to be forgotten as our fellows returned and we thankfully lived in a world at peace. We knit into our final school pattern last-minute tests, addresses, farewells, and teas. Then it was here—what we had worked for and dreamed of attaining—commencement. We faced a world that needed rebuilding physically and intellectually, and we all said our last farewells and stepped beyond the gate to try our hand at running this world.