Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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held recently, show that. Much of the muttering and dis¬ satisfaction of last year has gone. The campaign produced some hard feelings, but if the long range effect was to weld the student body into a more cohesive unit, then its burlesque was of great value. With the opening of classes in the Fall, the football team became the topic of conversation. And quite a topic it was, upsetting the predictions of many an armchair strategist who felt that Tufts couldn’t win a game even with the Notre Dame eleven. But no one complained be¬ cause of the victories, and spirit, that old intangible, grew a bit deeper into the students. Homecoming and Interfraternity Weekends, both, were the best and most colorful the campus has seen in years. Both presented good entertainment and restful breaks in the curriculum. The Christmas Sing, largest the college has ever seen, was acclaimed by all to have been the best. To the winners, Stratton Hall and Delta Upsilon, repeating their performance of 1946, just words of praise must be given. But the topic of the year proved to be not The Weekly, or the basketball team or any other campus event. Rather, the Year of the Big Snow. When we left the campus for Christmas vacation, the ground was bare. All of us, including the Southerners on Hill, returned with snow stories, but not many could equal that which the campus mutely displayed. Beginning conservatively a few days be¬ fore Christmas, the snow continued to pile up until it reached heights never before seen in this area. It was not until mid-year exams that the ground reappeared, but then only in the vicinity of the steam line between the Library and Chapel. We thought the worst was over, but the return to classes brought more snow to conceal any bare spots which may have appeared. And through all this, the construction

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workers on the Jackson Gym and Bookstore took to shovel¬ ing snow to earn their day’s pay. The only joyous people on Hill were the members of the ski team who took ad¬ vantage of the Heavenly gift to set up a slalom course on the slope next to Memorial Steps. The Senior Soiree proved to be a bit of a puzzler, still provoking questions and comments on campus. The Seniors, supposedly well appointed with that j avoir faire , have yet to decide whether the comedian was bona fide, or trying to collect funds for some worthy charity. And those corn cob pipes! Freshmen wore caps to identify themselves, but after the Soiree, the corn cob was the ex¬ clusive sign of a Senior. Our last semester on campus has been as crowded as all Spring semesters are. The basketball team, after playing dismal ball during January, finally finished the season in something resembling a muted blaze of glory. The seemingly endless stretch of dances began with the Jackson All-Around club formal soon after classes began. Then there was the Leap Year informal and the Spring Sports Dance. The relief provided from this surge was poor indeed. Mid-semester exams were upon us. And then, after vacation, the long stretch began. Something doing every day. Nomination papers for elections had been turned in and voting was upon us. Student Council announced the rules and regulations governing this year’s Mayoralty cam¬ paign. Lambert-Kingsley Open House was held. The engineers were restoring their annual Open House. Junior Weekend came, and with it the announcement of the extra¬ curricular awards and election results on Junior Day.