Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

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THE REVIEWING CLEVER HEADS Gradually the lake becomes still and we gaze at the reflection of our four years at Millersville. First picture—sweet, innocent little cherubs fresh from Mother's apron strings. And then . . . ah, ha! Like lambs led to the slaughter, we were oriented by those individuals who inhabit ethereal realms—upperclassmen. Oh, the degrading atrocities we were forced into! Carrying an umbrella when the sun was shining wasn't nearly so bad as wearing our clothing backwards and having make-up on only half our faces. Eating square meals and wearing toast on our ears lowered us to prisoner of war ranks. And that eternal regalia! But eventually the great white gods became appeased by our puppy-dog air and declared that we could again join the human race. All of this, plus the bewilderment of the Page and Normal rush, left us in a whirl. Dr. Dutcher and Mrs. Councilman, after serious consideration decided that, with the help of the Almighty, they would attempt to advise and direct us in the paths of knowledge for four years. Perhaps they've repented since then, but what's done cannot be undone. At any rate, we're thankful for their unwavering kindness. A semblance of order was obtained with the election of our officers: Edward Donohue, President; Betty Edwards, Vice President; Mary T. Goldbach, Treasurer; and Mary Herr, Secretary. We began to feel more like a class, and a college class at that! But before the year was over, we had experienced for the first time, the joys of final exams.

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STAND . . The Sophomore year, under the guiding light of our president, Ann Foster, and her cabinet consisting of June Anderson, Gloria Vassil, and Betty Geisler, could be called our renaissance. We not only had college classes to bewilder us, but also that delight of delights—playground! Playground is that process by which you swallow one-half a lunch, plus one gulp of H-O and speed busily across campus to v atch little children at play. Under the keen observation of Mr. Beck-myer, we helped beautify the campus by adding one more tree. As is the tradition, we planted presents with it, not to be unearthed until seven long years elapse. On the social side of life, there was our February party, Cupid's Tailspin, a direct result of the return of the male animal to the campus. It was highly successful. Remember the balloons and music—and the refreshments. As Sophomores, and upperclassmen, we had the privilege of having pretty and popular Betty Geisler and Ann Foster selected as Varsity Sweethearts. Our pilgrimage continued into our Junior year, with Walt Reese at the helm, assisted by John Holzinger, Gloria Vassil, and Anne Bossier. This was the year we became upperclassmen—at last—but we soon came down from our rosy cloud. Work, work and more work. We all went unit crazy from a course entitled Curriculum Materials. Also, there was the little matter of observations to be made, written, and duly handed in. lies, big dances, Rat Races—a campus crov ded with people. We sponsored two dances ourselves—the Leaf Shuffle and our traditional Junior Prom. The year was over before we knew it! And then it happened! Almost with reluctance, we crossed the threshold of our Senior year. We trusted the leadership of out class to Elmer Hemburger and the publication of the yearbook to Babs Angle. June Anderson became Vice President, Romaine Boyer, Secretary, and John Holzinger our Treasurer. For the first time we came smack up against all the responsibilities of teaching. Were we nervous? You bet. But, our years of work were not in vain, for we emerged masters of the situation and enjoyed it! Appropriately we chose Our Hearts Were Young and Gay as our play of the year.” Thanks to Miss Lenhardt and the true-to-life Foster-Angle duet, it was a big success. The days went by so swiftly. All the last minute things to do and with it all, the ever-present Wonder where we'll be this time next year? Announcements, caps and gowns, our very last finals—and then the Senior Prom, biggest dance of the year. Finally graduation—a thrill we'll never forget. The dignity of the procession, the reality of our leaving the campus, and all our memories of friends and fun rush back. The lake remains mirror-smooth, the reflections of the past, sharp, but the reflections of the future still hidden in its depths. But college life also began to live up to all our expectations—football and pep ral-