Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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Barnum Museum, home of the biology and geology departments and the shelter for Tufts’ famous mascot, Jumbo. A student in Biology 146 — Build Your Own Frankenstein Monster, an advanced course open only to qualified seniors with the instructor’s consent. Step right up ladies and gentlemen and see that c olossal stupendous trib¬ ute to the great showman, Phineas T. Barnum. Come and see the el¬ ephants, count them, all one of them. But there is more, much more. For just $7.50 more (and it’s well worth it) you will see a horrifying, blood curdling sight. Ladies, unless you have strong stomachs, you had hest not come any further. For right be¬ fore you eyes, you will see a spectacle of blood and gore that will stop you in your tracks. Frogs, ladies and gentlemen, frogs massacred by the thousands. Come one, come all. 9

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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

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Working for Maintenance fills the wallet of many outdoor minded Tufts students. Any similarity between this picture and views of Franklin Park zoo is pure coincidence. When Charlie Tufts put that light on the hill, he also planted some trees which have since become great leaf-dropping monsters. Each year more and more appear to replace those lost by storms and age. But whether new or old, they all shed leaves. A common sight each fall is the leaf-gathering brigade. Augmented by students, this industrious hand carefully rakes together all the fallen ones, collects them in neat piles and then, when their hacks are turned, the strong autumn breezes playfully redistribute the leaves in every direction. Therefore the procedure continues on into the late afternoon until union bells ring and instantly quiet and peace again descend on the campus. Another day, another dollar. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line but sometimes that second point is a long way off, at union rates. 10