University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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 ! : ' hnl Iheu llun iff if I wo ... Slowly the month came to a close, and stu- dents burned the midnight oil cramming lor final examinations. Coffee pots perked on the stoves in fraternity houses and bull sessions pre- ceded exams. Bleary-eyed pupils staggered into rooms and answered lengthy questions for two hours and returned, convinced that it just didn’t pay to study. I he month ended and the students were eagerly looking forward to the Spring semester. The old notes were thrown out. The old hooks were filed away. I he old tests, old notebooks, old penc ils Idled the waste- baskets. and everyone looked forward to a bright, new semester when 4.0 was going to be achieved. It i two o'clock inul February. The hands of our clock shake a little stiow from their exterior and move confidently through the second hour of OM 12 hour journey. Seniors receive diplo- mas and say their farewells, their throats catch- ing just a little, and leave, ready for the largest classroom that exists, ready for the largest test they'll ever have to take, while, on the campus, fraternities make grand plans for rushing week, with pinhes, elaborate and frequent, and the neze semestei begins with a noise and students form long lines in I he Bookstore buying books and equipment. and bustle to and fro arranging their schedules. “Have you taken this course— zehat's it likeV' Is he an easy grader{ “I haven't got Saturday classes'’' “Why don't these book-buying lines move faster.'' It's a neze se- mester and the spirit is high and the outlook is bright. It is two o'clock and February. 1()2 students received their Bachelors’ and Masters’ degrees at the ninety-first commence- ment and the gymnasium was crowded with happy faces. Proud parents watched their sons and daughters march to the platform and re- ceive their diplomas, proud that the past four years have opened the door to a hopeful future, and as these graduates left, friends left, leaders left, and the new. young talent filled their large shoes and began the new semester with a de- termined intention to charge this University with a spirit never seen before. The beauty of Moose head. We lift our hearts in prayer for thee 10

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The school year has ended and the hands of the clock of the University of Maine have swept their course. It has been an active year, and the hands have traced their path quickly, leaving behind them cherished recollections. Through the seasons the hands have passed; through the months, the days, the hours they have marched, a twisted path behind them, and now. at the end of the year, we can turn back and relive those unforgettable moments. It is a great clock, for the year it represents has been a great year. The hands are strong, stronger than they were 12 hours ago, and now. as they rest at 12:00. they stand large, fortified to begin a new school year, a new 12 hours, but let us turn back the hands of time; let us retrace the trail the clock hands have wended, and sec the trail marks, the signposts they have left for future years. It has been a good year. It is one o'clock and January. The hands of our clock are coated with snow. Students re- turn from vacation with happy faces, with full stomachs from Christ mas dinners, and face fund examinations. The campus is a blanket of snow and small footsteps trace the faith to Stevens Hall. The trees, tall, unassuming, stand bate of leaves, and the wind lashes through the branches, and red-nosed students skurry to the Bookstore, to Carnegie for coffee, for hot choco- late. and in all the snow the semester draws to an end, and seniors prepare for graduation. The semester's work is being united and com- pleted. It is one o'clock and January. In the preparation for final examinations Winter Carnival came to the University of Maine in all its glory. The students turned sculpturers and molded snow into various Walt Disney forms before all the buildings on cam- pus. Delta 'Tau Delta built a huge Donald Duck sculpture and won the men s di ision. while the girls from the Tims shaped a grotesque Dumbo and headed the list of the competing girls’ dormitories. In the gymnasium that Friday night University of Maine students danced to the wee hours of the morning, and in the midst of the busy week end I larry Easton was crowned Winter Carnival King and Nancy Kelley, Ouecn. The deep snow helped the many events that Saturday and the week end left the students relaxed and ready for finals. Sports kept up its steady pace. The basket- ball team was struggling to win ball games but found itself meeting experienced quintets and unable to stand the superior play. Jack ('hristie and Larry Mahaney. and a new sophomore prodigy. Bob Churchill, tried to push the team on to victory but the competition was too severe. In skiing, meanwhile, we were enjoying one of mil best years, and an Olympic contender. Bob Pidacks, was setting all soils of records for the Maine outdoorstiien. Also, in indoor track, the consecutive victories were mounting, and in this cold month of January Coach Jenkins was watching such stars as Jack Waihcn. Mai Os- borne. and Dick Dow extend the string to 21 wins. Of mountain peak and lordly pine, . . . 9

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An intensified rushing program began for the fraternities, and the freshmen scrutinized each and every fraternity before choosing the one they desired. Smokers, ic dances, sales talks, dinners, ball games all attracted freshmen, and in the end hundreds of them signed to different fraternities. Pledgeships began and the frater- nity system was in lull swing. Campus activities began to move along, and the University was soon bu zing with activity. Pat Dionne organized a very inspiring Brother hood week with its main theme Brotherhood —It Asks Po Be Lived ; the varsity singers sang in Carnegie Hall: the basketball team be- gan finding its own. beating Bates, and giving I'Conn and Northeastern a hard battle: the Maine Cam juts continued to appear regularly, with its efficient presentation of the news; the Maine Masque began preparations for The Tempest; and the International Club high- lighted Brotherhood week with an entertaining group ol skelc lies. And while the campus hummed with events, a few men left for the army. There weren't many, hardly enough to be noticed; some were inducted and some enlisted, but in every Ira- ternity. in every dormitory there was an empty chair, an empty desk. There was talk ol a de- ferment test to be given students, and the boys began worrying about the future. It became difficult studying with such insecure prospects, and grades fell off. More boys were taking Ad- vanced RO TC than ever before. In the bac k- ground of every campus activity lay the knowl- edge that the army might snatch you away any- An rditor views (he news. time. Men took physical examinations and found themselves fit. March was coming—win- ter was going to leave and spring enter. It is three o'clock and March. The wind snaps any remnants ol snow from the hands on our University clock. The quarter mark of the year is reached. and winter is breathing its last breath. The campus turns toward religion and welcomes its religious leaders onto the campus, and a week is devoted to a reaffirmation of faith; 'while in the Little 'heatre the Maine Masque brings Shakespeare on stage again, and as the sun strengthens in the heavens athletes take the field and run. play baseball, and participate in track events. It is a month struggling to forget winter. March is. but each day, in the morning, the chi I lx wind kisses the coeds good day and re- minds them that winter hasn't left the campus yet. h is three o'clock and March. The month of March was an active month, socially, and the cleaners had exceptional busi- ness cleaning suits and pressing evening gowns. There was the Sophomore Hop, ably led by Connie I.awlcy. setting off St. Patrick’s day with just tlie right note, and the sorority formals fol lowed, and Sigma Chi and Kappa Sigma were bombarded with sorority girls and their dates. I he Maine Masque presented a vivid perfor- mance of Shakespeare's Tempest, and Jerry Matus and Dwight Frye thrilled all audiences And ask a blessing all divine. II