Babson College - Babsonian Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Babson Aquires Wellesley Country Club In a surprise state- Director of Athletics ment Just Money, Vice- President of Business and Financial Affairs to- day announced that Babson College will ac- quire control of the Wellesley Country Club at the end of the month. Money explained that the Club has been pur- chaseo by an Alumnus from Brazil who, in turn, gave it to the school. Both President Soren- daughter and the Board of Trustees are reported to be overjoyed at the gift and met in extra ses- sion to decide upon an appropriate use of the facility. Acting upon confiden- tial recommendations from the Student Gov- ernment and BISO the club will re-open next September as the Roger W. Babson Discoteque, Babo Disco for short. The grant of the club to the school came free of restrictions, making it possible for the facility to be used for whatever Babson see fit in the fu- , ture. Upon development of the OFH Home on Coleman Hill special Old Foogies nights are contemplated. Besides the Disco the new property will be- come the home of the Babson Golf team. The tennis courts will also be available for student use. Bob Heartfull says that he is currently develop- ing plans for other uses of the excellant facilities available at the club. In order to better study the situation the entire Ath- letic Department office will be moving to the club following the clos- ing of school in May. That way, says Heart- full, I can do my work without all these damn athletes coming in moaning about broken bones and sprained mus- cles all day. Nobody whined like that when I was in College . . . . Money seemed to be the most pleased with the acquisition. In an in- terview today he re- marked that The facili- ties are excellent, requir- ing little renovation for our uses. And, most im- portantly; it ' s a money maker! Student reaction to the acquistion seems mixed. Many are pleased that the school now owns the property but question the choice of a Disco. On student was heard to remark That ' s the trouble with older people, a new fad gets in the news and they immediately assume ev- eryone under thirty is dancing like a jungle bunny. What ' s the World Coming to? cal Dis XT. Why do I have the dis- tinct feeling that the man- ners of many people in this world are going rapidly to hell? It has always been my contention that the word, please , and the phrase, thank-you , are short enough that they do not provide excess strain on the voice, and that com- mon courtesy does have a place in our society. But lately, I ' m beginning to believe that perhaps I ' m a throwback to another era. At first, it was a series of small annoyances such as the cashier in the super- market failing to thank me for dropping $100 plus change for the weekly gro- ceries, and the attendant at the gas station acting as though I ' d just disturbed his sleep, ambling over to my open car window and saying, yea? , rather de- fying rae to do other than beg him to fill my tank with seventy-five cent a gallon gas which I am throughly convinced is not as good as when it was only thirty-five cents per gallon. Now, things seem to be going from bad to worse. The supermarket checkers appear to take great de- light in trying to send my eggs along the conveyor belt with the rest of the groceries; the gasoline at- tendant has become a bit more surly. Even my own children have joined the bad manners wagon. Like last night . . . Valentine ' s Day . . . everyone gave Dad his cards, but with the exception of the card which I was giving my lo- vely wife, there continued on next page Poetry Corner Poetry Corner Poeti C A Timely Rem -1 s ft Three Blind Mice, Three Mile Island n See how they run, see how they run ? n They all ran after the baby ' s life, She sent them away amidst great strife Did you ever see such a sight in your life? v: As Three Mile Island. o Up in Smoke 3 Help, help the King is thinking : ) While his cabinet is stinking o Watch out, the ship of state is sinking 54- Til later, this is the end of drinking v: n And so we are led o By the hair on our head 3 To seek a sweet bed ft) of Panama Red As the kids reach for their coke. The cars will stop going up in smoke. -1 So it ' s time to take another toke Don ' t you think it ' s all a big joke?

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Off Beat Journal. If it Happens, It must be Possible Babson Park, Mass. Student Affairs Announces Drinking Regulation David Leeson prepares to study . . . ? Student Solution to Library Space Problem As the antiquated New- ton Library has continued to get busier, students have had to become more re- sourceful in order to get themselves a seat. Many tricks have recently been tried including; placing Save for the Librarian signs on carrols in the Ref- erence Room and putting sleeping maniquins in chairs to save the seat. Yet, even these drastic measures have been found to no avail. One group of students, who asked not to be identi- fied, have found what they consider to be the ultimate solution. To be assured of a seat, they have taken to camping on the Newton Li- brary steps. They generally pitch their tent around 12:30 and are awakened by the custodian coming to open the building around 7:00 the next morning. They have found that by this method they can get the choice seats staked out, with their tent poles, and keep their seats while they eat breakfast. During the day, those who do not have class, guard the seats of those who do. When asked if they could possibly have enough work to sustain the stay, they re- plied, The books on our subjects are so old that you have to spend literally hours extrapolating information and putting a modernized interpretation on it from periodicals. We anticipate keeping up our stay, with but little rotation, through the end of the exam period. Those staying for Summer Session are trying to make arrangements to set up the tent in the Newton Room on a permanent basis. Thus far, they have met with little success. Lieutenant Dan Bark of the Babson Police was quer- ied about the legality of the camp out. He replied, I don ' t know anything about it. I don ' t want to know any- thing about it. I don ' t want any hassles. Just leave me and Droopy alone will ya! He did say later, however, that a stay past four in the morning might make the campers subject to a re- stricted lot parking ticket. When asked why no tickets have yet been issued. Bark mumbled something about not being able to get the cruiser up the steps, and walked off. In response to the new drinking laws the Stu- dent Affairs Council has announced new Babson College regulations. The regulations were re- leased by Dean Stumpe ' s office following an all- day conference at Calla- han ' s. Starting immedi- ately no alcoholic bever- ages will be permitted on the Babson Campus at any time, in the posses- sion of anyone. Security will begin to make regu- lar use of their gates to search and inspect all cars entering the cam- pus. Only the Main en- trance will be used with the Bryant Gate being replaced by a statue of Roger W. Babson. The texts of three of his Pro- hibitionist Party speech- es will be reprinted at the base. Plans call for the statues dedication during Dry Fall Week- end. President Rulph Sor- endaughter has issued a Presidential Order to Security Chief Droopy authorizing spot checks of all dormitory rooms, lockers and administra- tive offices, excluding his own. Chief Droopy left campus shortly after receiving the order in the company of right- hand man Dan Bark. The two borrowed the new cruiser and were last spotted by Virginia State Troopers who were VALUABLE Good for 1 cent Off the 80 Babson i an wondering what a Bab- son was. An investiga- tion by Acting Chief and former Superintendent of Van Services, Ser- geant Loophole, dis- closed a scathing letter of resignation by the two. Apparently, they were highly indignant at the prospect of having to act like Police. Vice- President Just Money has had an APB issued on the car stating It ' s not paid for yet, besides, that loaner lawn mower from B G looks ridicu- lous with flashing lights! In a letter to the Board of Trustees Presi- dent Sorendaughter states in part We ' re better off this way, no more problems .... Now we ' ll be able to have a Founder ' s Day as Roger Envisioned it, with tea, milk and chocolate chip cookies; the benefits to our image will be immeasurable. Reaction of the stu- dent body has been largely unprintable but was aptly summed up by one student who said They don ' t have to wor- ry about a ' suitcase cam- pus ' on weekends, they have to think about the prospects of an ' empty campus ' during the week. This is what hap- pens when you make a King a Governor. COUPON Q.r ' SBBinnHKmsnDB

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Whafs The World Com- ing Too? Cont were no others . . . not one single card from any of the three children. What was supposed to be a pleasant dinner turned into a sullen, tear-filled evening. The St. Valentine ' s Day meal-sicker was bad enough but the crowning blows came the day after. Being an invenerate cigarette smoker and, as usual, reaching a state of near panic at just having opened my last pack, I decided to stop at a local drug store to purchase a carton. Since the surgeon general ' s report, I have the feeling that, somehow, cigarettes purchased from drug stores must be a little safer — if not, why would drug stores with all their heal- ing medicines, sell them. Well, anyway, you have to understand the arrangement of this particular drug store before we con- tinue. As you enter the front door, there is a long counter on your right. It has to be long to house the four cash registers, and beneath the counter is a neatly arranged candy display. Display may be a poor choice of words — perhaps museum would be more appropriate for I ' ve never seen as many shapes, sizes or names on candy bars in my life. — In front of all this is an area for lines to form. Displays of the weekly specials, the latest in patent medicines, costume jewlery have all served to make the once spacious area a hazardous maze through which customers must meander before eventually reaching the counter. Now to compound this confusion to a fur- ther degree, it should be remembered that there are four, count ' em, four cash regis- ters — and, of course, only one young lady operating one of them. Perhaps I ' m being charitable when I say, ' young lady. ' True, she was young, but with the stringy chest- nut colored hair, the inevitable wad of chewing gum being masticated as though if she stopped her jaws would lock. In oth- er words, she did not invite you to come to the counter to pay for your purchase, she challenged you!! Funny part is, that a number of people had taken up her gaunt- let and were actually trying to get her to take their money. Summoning up my courage, I decided to join what appeared to be the end of the line — you really had some difficulty tell- ing. A gentleman who had been standing off to one side walked over and asked, Is this the end of the line? I thought it was on the other side. He then proceeded to stand behind me. Now, you have to recog- nize that I ' m a little taller than six-two, and weigh a little bette r than two hundred, not too much of which is fat. Therefore, I ' m not the type you generally jump in front of in a line. But, I ' m getting away from the story, so allow me to go on. As the gentleman and I were chatting about the confusion of the lines, a rather elderly, gray-haired lady of about sixty-five stepped in behind him to wait — I think the kid at the counter had been taking sour-puss lessons from her. As the first man was released from the checker ' s clutches, and the line opened up a bit, I indicated to the gentleman that I thought he had been ahead of me before I joined the line, and I invited him to step ahead of me — after all, he was having trouble bal- ancing a number of items. He thanked me. I stepped to one side, and he and the gray- haired lady stepped up. I don ' t think she was deaf, but I ' m not certain. She just stepped up, practically in the man ' s back pocket, and stared at me, defying me to say anything ... so I did. Excuse me, madam, I began, and the dour look be- came sterner. I said, ' excuse me, mad- am, I continued, and at last, she backed off. Now, maybe I was being rude for not letting her into line with her tube of tooth- paste, but think about it. I could have been going to the end of that line all day long. Of course, then I wouldn ' t have had to face the shrew behind the cash register, but then, all things are relative. The girl behind the counter wasn ' t far- ing any too well. While we stood, she would yell every minute or so, Maria? Maria? Maria? Eventually, another girl appeared. Whadda ya want? asked what must have been a ' Maria ' . Everything stopped as our gumchewer, never missing a beat, and totally ignoring the customers in front of her, explained, Jeez, lookit a line — I need help. This, you must recognize, is a condensed version of the conversation which lasted approximately three minutes. Maria final- ly got the message, and with fear and trepidation (I think that ' s what it was. She moved so slowly toward a second cash reg- ister that I though she might be eligible for Social Security before she got there.), she opened the register and began to study its contents. The line, naturally, was not mov- ing during this interlude — everyone, in- cluding the gum-chewer was watching Maria. She was center stage, the middle ring, top billing. Where ' s Janet? asked the first check- er. Out to lunch, replied Maria. When she go? asked number one. I dunno; little while ago, answered Maria. I was beginning to think that everyone in this damn place was ' out to lunch, ' in more ways than one. I ' m gonna go to lunch too, said the first girl. Not yet, you don ' t eat, answered Ma- ria. Exchange over, Maria now adopted her dour face, turned to the assembled hordes, and asked Whonat? Whonat? she asked again, and the gentleman ahead of me made the big move. There were five people ahead of him, but he made the move to Maria. No one else seemed ready to follow, and therefore, after standing in that line for nearly half an hour, I pulled a ' rude move, ' and stepped in behind him. With an audible tsk, the woman behind me followed, and within another five min- utes, I had presented Maria with $6.09, bravely asked for a few matches, and was on my way. I don ' t know whether or nol the other girl ever had her lunch, and at this juncture, I ' m not certain that I care — I had escaped!! After leaving the store and heading back to work, the following examples of rudeness and bad manner occurred: 1. At the first stop signs, an old man stamped on his brakes, screeched to a stop behind me, and promptly proceeded to blow his horn, as though I had just com- mited the most unpardonable of sins by stopping; 2. At a traffic light which I saw turning yellow from about 25 yards away, I slowed, down, and was quickly passed by a teen- ager who entered the intersection just as the light turned red, and sped happily on; and ' 3. As the light turned green for me to go — not after it had turned, but as it turned, my friend who had ' honked ' me at the stop sign, leaned on the blasted thing again. If I:J was being kind, I suppose I could say that, it ' s nice to see older Americans with quick ' reflexes — I don ' t think I ' ll be that kind. Neither will I confide in you what I said ' under my breath about the old man ' s an- cestry. The point is that we seem to be falling into a horrible trap. To me, it ' s a trap of rudeness that can only culminate in our losing respect for each other, for ourselves, and may, perhaps, lead to some violence. I for one, don ' t believe that it ' s alright for Billy Carter to urinate on airport runways or make racial slurs against the Israelis; nor do I think we should visit another country and talk about Montezuma ' s Re- venge with the leader of that country — tacky, Jimmy, tacky. Maybe, we s hould get back to basics, give etiquette courses in our schools, teach our children proper manners. I hope that we will . . . please. Richard W. Bishop