Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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Professors are on hand to help students. Registration .... in our four years most of us have faced this procedure eight times. Five minutes before the starting gun is fired, large groups gather at the gate. A few rascals get a head start but they are soon trampled under when the gun goes off and the shout, “They’re off and running at Cousens,” can be heard as far away as Ball Square. Recently we heard from certain sources that Maintenance had found a middle aged man wandering through the track tunnel. He was carrying a list of courses for the fall term of 1936 and muttering, “Where’s the end of the line for the English department?” Registration is the supreme test, worse than even the College Board Examinations or finals. Here is where the men are separated from the boys, the women from the girls. Ah, three cheers for the survival of the fittest. A good writing surface handy to the scene of battle is neces¬ sary. Some of the many signs which guide students through that maze known as registration. 7

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The Taherna or Bookstore, whichever you wish, provides a shelter for texts, ties, tonic, and tissues. The Tufts Ivy Book says of the bookstore, “The Taherna, situated on the main campus drive between West and Packard Halls, space for the sale of student supplies, equipment, etc.” “Etc.” is a wonderful word when applied to the bookstore for never has so little meant so much to so many so often; that quick breakfast of coke and crackers before a nine o’clock class, the hurried meeting at eleven o’clock to check on a date, the rush for fresh¬ man beanies, and the last of all, the leisurely wait for hooks after registration. A package of crackers, a bottle of tonic and you beside me beneath the bulletin board. 6

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A handy non-alcholic oasis. Through these doors of Packard Hall pass bewildered fresh¬ men after wrestling with Huxley, as well as confused seniors having completed their tussle with Milton. To the seniors, the confusion in Packard Hall this year was a re¬ minder of the hectic state in that building during freshman English days. Shakespeare seemed different in North Hall, Dr. Blanchard was lost in the Renaissance without his maps, Professor Kinne had to trot Idealism over to Miner Hall three days a week and freshmen found English 1 meet¬ ing in such strange places as the old Music House and Cohen Art Center. Even the History department suf¬ fered when Room 10 was surrendered to six secretaries, five typewriters, a Ficus elastica and thirteen blooming begonias. 8