Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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V. Forces of the law distribute daily greetings to naughty stu¬ dents. Sure, and me name is Friday. I’m a campus cop with powers covering near-by public streets. I’m a busy guy and work a full day. What do I do? I’ll tell you. In the morning, I stand at the main gate and stop all cars. Only those on official business can use the drive. It’s funny hut there sure is a lot of official business going on at Tufts. During the mid-morning, I patrol the hack roads looking for cars with motors left running or radios left on. Occasionally I give a ticket if I find any illegal parking. Things are quiet in the afternoon so I usually find time for a cup of coffee or a visit in the Chem building boiler room with Doc Doleman. At night things are different. They get restless and I have to quiet them down. Some¬ times I have to help in a raid and other times I have to stop a raid, but 1 don’t mind because I’m a cop. A policeman on duty at the main gate prevents unnecessary traffic on the main campus drive. 11

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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

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Presided over by a crew of hard¬ working ladies, including happy-go- lucky Bessie, the Kursaal, for some reason renamed the Pine Room, is a busy place from dawn to dark. Hazel calls it a home away from home. The Kursaal is also the home of the largest permanent floating bridge game in the east. Girls from the affil¬ iated schools lunch here between a lecture on muscles and one on mo¬ lars. Such conditions make this a hunting ground for Tufts men. Lang lobe Kursaal! 12