Barnard College - Mortarboard Yearbook (New York, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 216 of the 1977 volume:

lEiiruiirfuilf ruiiipjilfi i 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 i THE LIBRARIES COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY Columbiana i i i 1 1 1 1 i i 1 Barnard College Mortarboard 1977 Co LU ' Where do you go to school? Barnard. Where? It ' s the female part of Columbia. You answer wearily, one more time, and wish to God they ' d finally get it right. But you kind of understand. After all, you thought more of going to Columbia yourself, a year or two or three back. It ' s only when you ' ve been here a while that you begin to recognize the importance of a women ' s school — of Barnard — and of being a woman, after all. TABLE OF CONTENTS index Senior Index 207 3 Place an individual in a closed environment for four years and she will, of necessity, form numerous relationships — with the college administrator who employs her in her work-study job, with the professors for whom she reals off pages and pages of typed matter, and the guy behind the counter at Mama Joy ' s who sometimes gives her an extra pickle. And then there are the friends. They usually come in two categories: male and female. And though she often finds herself going through periods of time when she foresakes friend for lover, she really does know her priorities. Lovers represent the temperal, the ephemeral. They are as lovely as the shined brass door handles on Hamilton and the crown- bedecked blue cloths unfurled on Low, gracing the Columbia campus each Commencement. As lovely to look at as the ivy on Barnard Hall, as the flowers before Milbank ' s marble columns. But like the embellishments, lovers fade. Friends remain be- hind, waiting, as steady and reliable and comforting as the build- ings themselves — without their seasonal adornments. Sisterhood is powerful? In unity there is strength? She laughs at the catch phrases, almost annoyingly common now. But she wouldn ' t try to deny them. For if the Barnard student leaves with anything, she leaves with her friends. Barnard and Columbia Students TICKETS AVAILABLE NOW for the Inauguration of Jacquelyn Mattfeld as President of Barnard College NOVEMBER 5 3:00 PAA RIVERSIDE CHURCH These free tickets can be picked up from Mrs. Loud at 119 Milbank or Mrs, Patell at 210 Mcintosh (upper level) RECEPTION IN HONOR OF THE PRESIDENT OF BARNARD COLLEGE NOVEMBER 5, 1976 BARNARD HALL immediately following the inauguration ceremony ADMIT ONE INAUGURATION OF THE PRESIDENT OF BARNARD COLLEGE NOVEMBER 5, 1976 • 3:00 P.M. THE RIVERSIDE CHURCH Guests will find it convenient to be in their places at 2:45 P.M., before the Academic Procession begins. RESERVED SECTION Holding President Mattfeld ' s inauguration in Riverside Church, amid the splendid glow from the stained glass and rich hue of wooden pews was of almost religious sig- nificance to Barnard. It was a reaffirmation of our identity, a reassertion of our purpose, and a restatement of the fact that we plan to be around for a very long time. Despite the long and until recently amicable history of the two institutions, Mrs. Mattfeld said in her speech, it remains mystifying that the present agreement should have had to be negotiated as though a treaty after war . . . instead of through the more appropriate style of dialogue which has (as) its base, the pursuit of reason. The pursuit of reason. Barnard ' s motto, and a course of action we feel worth continuing on, an intention the inau- guration well reflected. Barnard students could take pride in their college throughout the day. Whether they were present at the morning ' s panel discussions, in Riverside Church to see Mrs. Mattfeld receive the seal of the president or to hear the invocation and benediction delivered by two recent Barnard graduates, or at the reception in the gaily deco- rated gym afterwards, they felt a closeness, a unity, a sense of purpose. All around were successful Barnard graduates, women with careers, interests, roles to play in the world. 8 Why should we be any different? And why shouldn ' t we expect to see others follow us? At the panel discussions in the morning, promi- nent women educators pondered the question of women ' s education. Does it serve a purpose, what are its effects, they asked, and how can we best continue to serve? The final consensus was a posi- tive one, the conclusion reached that women today are offered an infinite variety from which to choose. Barnard represents yet another option — that of a small, women ' s school within the context of a large coeducational, research oriented institu- tion — and must continue to provide for the women who wish to avail themselves of such an education. Barnard women can have the best of two worlds — the competition of a male domi- nated environment, or the nurturing warmth of the companionship of women. Prepared statements are expectedly smooth and quote-worthy, but one of the day ' s best comments came extem- poraneously during one of the morning ' s panel discussions from Mary Ann Lofrumento of Undergrad. Even though the original purpose of setting up the Seven Sisters was to provide an education for women that wasn ' t available anywhere else, she said, that purpose has changed. Now we need women ' s schools more than ever. Women are awakening now and learning what they have to do ... . The colleges must provide a different education that will enable them to make it in the world. Barnard College has attempted to do just that since it opened in 1889. President Mattfeld ' s inauguration signified our intention to continue as long as women and society require and desire our service. 9 The Inauguration of JACQUELYN ANDERSON MATTFELD as President of BARNARD COLLEGE NOVEMBER FIFTH NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX 14 17 Welcome to the Columbia-Barnard meat market, the graffiti scrawl read, A wry commentar y on the officially (and naively) sanctioned Freshman Orientation. Those who participate (those who sanction, too) agree that the butcher terminology Is an apt expression for the contrived situations, the stilted conversations. Friday: One thousand scared freshmen, similar expressions on pale faces. Pushed on the floors of unfamiliar dorms. Try to sleep in a stifling room and Oh, God, it ' s tough being a commuter, especially in this room, horrid totally primitive no other way to describe it the bed ' ll proba- bly break 1 think the closet door already has and it ' s so damn hot here I wish 1 had a roommate so stupid of them not to provide any and praise the Lord I am only a commuter hate to live here never survive it will 1 even survive the weekend the food alone is enough to kill wish I were still in high school still in Brooklyn should ' ve gone to Brooklyn like everybody else and and . . . And there are people here with whom I discuss Watergate, sprawled on the yellowed grass of South Field. People who comment on Eliot ' s intentional use of symbolism, on cummings ' lyric verse. As we stroll to John Jay for lunch. The floor parties are truly the sadistic notion of some confident upperclassman. Crammed on the eight floors of Hewitt, Brooks, or Reid, (did the girls really lock themselves in their rooms last year, as the rumor goes?) No one is comfortable, with the scent of mingled Schaeffer and sweat heavy in the air. The Sangria is warm, the conversation cold, but the air is clear in the shadow of Alma Mater. 1 catch myself saying words I ' ve never said before. Such terminology should be primarily reserved for the writing of scholarly dissertations and such, don ' t you agree? Not for the floors of Ferris Booth Hall, but we all see our pseudo-intellectual tendencies. We accept it, and we laugh. Idle talk on endless lines, and meaningless chatter at Mcin- tosh ' s Open House. What did 1 do in school today. Mommy? Finger paints and Spin-Art, and a pie eating contest that became a pie throwing contest. And guess who had a front seat? Apple pie on clothing and giggles in the dorm. Grin. A sponsor with a torn tee shirt and a crinkling smile. (Why are they all so much cuter than the freshies?) A guy from Boston who hates the Celtics, but kind of likes our Yankees, so I guess he ' s all right. And everyone sharing the Sunday Times in Carman ' s blessedly air-conditioned lounge. The band has a good beat (though their voices are flat) And 1 try to convince a cynic from Oregon that he ' s missing so much through his idealistic loss. 1 cannot find the words (not the right ones, anyway). Surrender in a hapless sigh, and it really doesn ' t matter. This room isn ' t so bad after all. And maybe this place isn ' t either. Monday: Suitcases packed, rooms vacated, the elevator down for the last time. With murmured good-byes, 1 think of going home. And yet, as 1 trip down the cobbled paths. My glance traveling from Milbank ' s sun-warmed marble to Mcintosh ' s cool plate glass. To linger on the aged ivy trailing the walls of Barnard Hall, I wonder if I ' m going home at all. — Jacqueline Laks 20 f One gets a strange feeling returning to campus after a long vacation. The buildings are obviously the same — Barnard and Altschul. But somehow, the ivy seems fresher and fuller — Mcintosh ' s shimmering plate glass windows reflect more light — and the geraniums in the central circle before Milbank are growing, after all. One doesn ' t even mind tripping on the stairs from Mac to Milbank or getting pebbles in one ' s shoes crossing the BHR courtyard if it means coming home. I suppose 1 should be studying, but frankly, a seat at one of the library ' s plastic desks just isn ' t the best spot. The view is too distract- ing: students rushing to classes in Barnard Hall, and mostly, just peo- ple lounging on the grass. Nice grass. Warm and sunny and soft. Nice campus. Nice day. Too nice to work? Isn ' t it usually?? I never liked 9 a.m. classes and I especially don ' t now when it means rushing from John Jay to Milbank for early morning German. I invari- ably leave Columbia half asleep, but by the time I ' ve crossed Broad- way and am passing Lehman, the wind whipping my face has at least a partial effect on my state of awareness. Do this many people really take 9 o ' clock classes, I wonder. But then, the administrators have to get to their offices by that time too. So we huddle deeper in our coats and hurry north together. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I ' ve been turning over in my mind ever since. Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, he told me, just re- member that all the people in this world haven ' t had the advantages that you ' ve had. — F. Scott Fitzgerald 27 29 31 i 33 34 • bertad au . oerto Rit 38 39 41 42 i t la le PAPYRUS 45 46 Sitting in a room Finishing a beer, Pickles and pizza: Holiday cheer. Christmas puppets move jerkily Across the T.V. screen, The audience laughs heartily, For the moment; serene. Papers and exams — I know they ' ve got you down. But it ' s really not so bad When you ' ve got friends around. Friends you can talk to. Alone or en masse; Friends to help you up again When you ' re flat cxn your ass. Friends who share secrets And cigarettes and beer, A pal who will listen When you think no one ' s there. We go to the movies. On Broadway — The Wiz; We pour through the pages Of Playgirl and Ms. You don ' t know what you ' ve got guys. For Godssake this is it — The greatest city in the world; It ' s here 1 really fit. Oh, 1 know there are catches (Like violent crime). But man, if you want to You can have a swell time. BHR brunches. Parties and dancing, A handsome lad, all dressed in plaid. In my direction glancing. I flash my smile, he struts in style. For Love I ' ve been aching — I ' ve got him. Oh I asked for it. Wham! My heart is breaking. A college romance blossoms. Just like an old movie. I almost have to laugh at it. And yet, 1 love him truly. Don ' t worry about parting (We ' re mature adults). But Christmas break is almost here — Four weeks will seem like months! Sitting up all through the night. Talking and crying; Then standing close before the window To watch the sun rising. Down over the buildings He throws his yawning beams. The first snow is falling On the city of our dreams. We walk upstairs to the roof In the early morning glow. Our footsteps leave tracks In the new-fallen snow. Our breath comes out frosty, We shiver from the cold; A tear freezes on my cheek — Oh Lord, we ' re growing old. We look out over the city; Silver in the dawn. You kiss my tears and hug me — Tomorrow you ' ll be gone. You think I ' m getting sappy? You ' re probably right. You want to do something about it? I ' m ready to fight! To keep this poem from getting longer, I guess I ' m trying to say. Your frown makes me down. Your smile makes my day. We ' ve all felt sorrow, sometimes joy — Held it in a glance; If we can stick together. We ' ll have a better chance. I don ' t hold that love ' s the answer (I ' m still a pessimist at heart); But hell, it couldn ' t hurt to try. And it sometimes makes a damn good start. So my wish to you all Is a happy new year. And to all my friends peace, love . . . Oyez, . . . and beer! By M.B.W. 49 A stumbling walk to Uris at just after eight in the morning. Not so early, really, from the view of a Brooklyn commuter taking General Bio at nine — or even from that of the 10:35 lecture-goer. But once you get to be a senior, well, you suddenly find yourself getting up for a one p.m. or a two p.m., or the ever famous four o ' clock seminar in Hamilton. But it ' s 8:30 for the GREs — the Grees, I like to say (oh, so flippant, and oh, so light. My entire future just happens to depend on those little blackened circles). Eight thirty, as we trudge in line, led like polite second graders across Amsterdam to Law for the actual test. 1 hold David ' s hand tightly, not from the cold — though it is bright and chilly and not from the nerves — though I ' ll admit to a few. Basically, though, 1 hold David ' s hand because I want to, because I want someone to tell me 1 don ' t need an Educational Testing Service admissions ticket, a carefully complete grid of LAKS JACQUELl M and F and 05 16 55 to assure me of who I am and of who I ' m supposed to be. Grad Record Exams? The Grees? Wait a minute. Graduate? And Graduate School?? But I ' ve hardly learned how to be an undergraduate, much less a departing senior. But then, I wasn ' t really ready to be an entering freshman four years ago. I wasn ' t ready to journey to a new school, to face a mass of unfamiliar faces and feel a place for myself in their midst. Orientation. Assessing each other across a tightly wedged wall of humanity on 8 Brooks. But what ' s a floor party for, if not for the mutual appraisal, if not for the quiet assessment, eyebrow slightly raised? But why does he seem to do it so much more than I do? Hell, so what if you go to Columbia. Aren ' t I good enough for you? I mean, I do go to Barnard. Which didn ' t seem to mean too much after three weeks of English A. I don ' t get it — are they all so smart or am I so dense? Do they really see such subtle points? or is it that their brilliant observations are of mere trifles, are of the pointlessly obvious? I guess they ' ve learned to play the game a week or two before I do. It ' s really quite simple, and the name — I-Go-to-College-Now, or It ' s-Fun-to-be-Pseudo — tells it quite well. Freshmen pick up on it early and as seen in so many senior seminars, it sticks with you. And it really is simple. Just put on a voice that you think sounds like East Side snob (East Side snobs kindly attempt a stab at Har- vard, please), adopt a bored laugh, and drop the right lines, the proper phrases. Economic determinism. Panoramic landscape. Ego-identity. Existential dread. A few names — Yeats or Thucydides or Bakunin — aren ' t bad either. Sure, but what have I learned? I ' ve learned to drop the lines and mouth the words. But sitting here faced with finding an antonym for the word PUSILLANIMOUS (I swear, I never even knew the word had a definition, much less an antonym), I realize I don ' t even know what all the words I voice mean. I ' m not sure if that ' s my fault or Barnard ' s. I ' m not sure who bears the blame, who has the responsibility for the knowledge I ' m supposed to gain, for the knowledge I ' m supposed to depart with. I come away with four years of classes behind me, with four years of reading lists and assignment sheets, yet what I remember are the disparate experiences, the chance smiles and whispers. My first large history lecture. Profes- sor McCaughey in his bright yellow tie. Kate Stimpson running her hands through her hair, gazing upward as she lifts my consciousness higher than I thought possible. My lab T.A. shaking her head as I agree to watch my partner dissect her fetal pig, but refuse to do my own. Skip ' pusillanimous ' . At least the sentence completions are easy. I do remember libraries — but for what reason? Gossip- ing on winter days as the wind howls outside Lehman; College Library at three a.m.; and all those evenings in Burgess-Carpenter, watching Pious and the grad students. Who is to blame for my lack of knowledge, for the diffi- culty I am now having comprehending a passage of read- ing comprehension? It could be Burgess. And it could be me. But who can blame someone for socializing, for trying to build a relationship, a friendship, an iota of warmth from the blank stares one usually receives in response to a South Field smile? No, I ' m not trying to pick him up. Is that so hard to understand? I guess so; I mean, I ' ve been thinking of giving up trying . . . I ' ve already given up on the Lion ' s Den and Mcintosh dances. Happy Hour? The Pub? It ' s really all the same, just like South Field, just like Orientation. The Columbia- Barnard Meat Market revisited, on a slightly older but no more mature level. Pity the poor floor counselor, thinking of the myriad times she ' s heard But he said he loved me, and now he won ' t talk to me. And I saw him with another girl, after all we meant to each other! And I don ' t know what to do. And I ' m lonely. And I ' m scared . . . And yes, I guess I am too. After being hurt too many times by too many people I thought I could trust, I ' m afraid to start a relationship again, to share my bed and my thoughts and myself once more. Not to say that I ' m not trying — after all, . . . after all? I look across at David, scratching his nose, and take a rather malicious pleasure that after he breezed through the verbal sections before anyone else, he is having difficulty with the math. Tough. He ' ll do better than me anyway. He may not realize it, but we are competing, very definitely. On this test, on our paper grades, and even in the light bantering conversation we throw back and forth. I can be as clever as you can, babe. And as tough and insensitive and cold and cruel, and I can go without calling you for a day ... or two? . . . just as well as you can. If I sit by the phone, well, you don ' t have to know. If I miss you when you go up to Boston for the weekend, well, I just won ' t tell you. And if I ' ve found myself in love with you after all my self- admonitions and warnings, well, . . . well, I won ' t tell you until I ' m sure you won ' t laugh. I ' m competing for your approval, and in so doing, also fighting a battle with myself. I have to prove that I ' m as good as you intellectually, that I can write commensurate prose and conceive of equally subtle abstrac- tions. I guess, in a way, I want to prove I could ' ve made Columbia as well as Barnard. And so I fight my college ' s battle with your college on a miniscule, personal level. Are our students as good as yours? But what is a good student? Are our standards as high? But define the proper level. It all goes around and around, and never seems to end. Perhaps that is partially because we argue along parallels, our reasons traveling straight paths that never seem to merge. I refuse to concede that women might be given a fair shake in the College; and you refuse to admit that the very idea of a woman ' s school is necessary at all. We shall see if we are indeed equals, ostensibly, at least, when these test scores are reported and we ea- gerly rip the envelopes open in our sweaty little palms. And what will it mean then? That I reviewed my math more, that you are better at little circles and 2 pencils? And I want to go to grad school and so do you. And what will we do when we get there (assuming, of course, we do)? Read more books and mouth more platitudes in more seminar rooms. Will you ever rival Lionel Trilling? And will 1 develop a new theory of his- tory, one impressive enough to merit me a Memorial Reading Room like Hofstadter ' s? I ' m not even sure if I really want to. But I ' m not really ready to leave. So we walk from the building towards Livingston, and it ' s only one o ' clock, the day has just begun. I ' m relieved that the Gree is over but as yet uncertain as to what I will do with it now. I guess I ' ll apply to Colum- bia after all. Another year or so to see if I can capture the essence of what I know is here, of what I think I can see . . . but it ' s gone. ANTHROPOLOGY PAULA RUBEL MORTON KLASS MICHAEL LANDAUER WILSON RADDING BARRY JACOBSON SANDRA CENTER DAVID HENRY ECONOMICS EDUCATION KATHERINE WILCOX GISELLE HARRINGTON ENGLISH CONSTANCE BROWN ELIZABETH CAUGHRAN FRENCH TATIANA GREENE SERGE GAVRONSKY HOAN PHAM HELEN BAILEY 67 GERMAN FREDERICK PETERS MARVIN SHULMAN GEOLOGY LEONARD ZOBLER TOBY BERGER GREEK AND LATIN ITALIAN ANNETTE BAXTER DARLENE LEVY LINGUISTICS RICHARD WOJCIK JOSEPH MALONE PETER SCHUBERT JACQUES-LOUIS MONOD FINE TREES OF SnVESTRE 73 ORIENTAL STUDIES PHILOSOPHY JEFFREY BLUSTEIN MARY MOTHERSILL REBECCA GOLDSTEIN PHYSICAL EDUCATION POLITICAL SCIENCE FLORA DAVIDSON PSYCHOLOGY RICHARD YOUTZ SANDRA STINGLE 1 CAROL RAYE LILA BRAINE MARILYN HARRAN DAVID SPERLING MARINA LEDKOVSKY JAMES WENDT SPANISH ENRIQUE GIORDANO BARBARA SCHMITTER (Dean of Studies) BRETT COMBS (Bursar) DORIS COSTER (Dean of Students) LINDA McCANN (Assistant Bursar) ADMINISTRATION MARY McMAHON, (Registrar) £5% VIRGINIA SHAW (Faculty Secretary) REMINGTON PATTERSON (Dean of Faculty) JOANNE LORANGE (Associate Dean of Stu- SUE BOLMAN (Career Placement) dents) SALLIE SLATE (Public Relations) HARRY ALBERS (Vice President for Adminis- tration) DORIS MILLER (Administrative Assistant) HELEN McCANN (Admissions) RAY BOYLAN (Security) JANE GOULD (Director of the Women ' s Center) PATRICIA BALLOU (Librarian) MARYELLEN TUCKER (Librarian) 84 85 My parents were anxious, for some obscure reason, to learn of the efficacy of my education. I tried to deter them from this path of questioning by providing amusing tales of oversleeping for class, but they were persistent. They wanted to know if their life savings were well-spent. When I first came to Barnard 1 was very involved in getting the requirements over with as quickly as possible. It didn ' t matter who the professor or what time the class, as long as I ' d emerge with nothing on my conscience like an unfulfilled phys. ed. requirement. Gradually 1 came to realize that it was not the squiggle (since abolished) that was important — it was the scheduling. Therefore, 1 only scheduled classes for three days a week with no breaks. The idea was to get all the classes over with as soon as possible. This in turn led to an inevitable cutting of the 10:00 class, and a strong reluctance to attend the 1:00. My habits changed in college as 1 formed my own lifestyle, and the semester finally arrived when I was no longer a morning person. Neither was 1 particularly an afternoon person, but no longer was it feasible to schedule classes before 1 p.m. After a full night of serious drinking and smoking with my friends, I could hardly be expected to rouse myself for anything much earlier. There was a short craze of scheduling classes according to whether the professor had a interesting name. But finally 1 had finished my requirements in all non-major fields, and was ready to concentrate on the subject I liked best. Or second best. After all, there is no writing major, so 1 majored in English literature with a writing concentration. This meant establishing the fourth floor of Barnard Hall as my residence for four years. There were other courses and departments 1 found satisfaction in, particularly in the Experimental College. Not enough people take advantage of this program ' s opportunities for creative and self- structured learning. Was there a course that changed my life? 1 found that my talents do not lie in calculus nor my interests in anthropology, but there was no one course which ultimately steered me towards my life goals. Profes- sors were sometimes pompous, sometimes self-impressed, and sometimes too busy for a floundering student. But one gets out of a course what one puts in (say the academic sages), and although slumming through college is a talent, it reaps few benefits. — Jamie Bernard Incompletes to complete — yearbook pictures to select — and diploma cards to file. Plus, of course, the inevitable applications and or resumes to pore over, cry over, die over? And please — don ' t men- tion my senior thesis. Some things are better left unsaid. Let us just say that one more class of seniors is about to depart — if we can ever get around to ar- range it. 89 DEBORAH A. WALDMAN AMY STRAGE 94 95 JUDY RATTNER JOYCE PERLMUTTER 102 LINDA TAGER CATHERINE LEVESQUE IRENE MAGRAMM RIVKA L. WIDERMAN SUSAN L. ROSE RHONDA LUBKA lULIANA DUMITRESCU CAROL ERLICH 113 ELENA J. LEON VIRGINIA L. KAN JACQUELINE A. KOCH LISA A. CAMMETT HINDE FERTIG MEI-KUM CHOW DEBBIE GILLESPIE L ' TANYA KEITH PAMELA DARROCH KAREN KRANZLER DEBRA MINOWITZ AMY GERMAN SHARI RUBIN MARGARET BROADDUS KATHERINE M. RAYMOND SUNIA ZATERMAN MICHELE HALBERIAN PEGGY E. CHERNIN RUTHI DAVIS EILEEN P. GREENBERG JANE ROFFIS MARY WONG KAREN OSTBERG JANE KESTENBAUM MARY ANN LOFRUMENTO RYZA WEINSTEIN MICHELLE POPOWSKY DEBORAH LEIBLER DEBORAH EPSTEIN ELLEN MELTZER NIVINE CAPTAN BARBARA HAVLENA 139 ANN D. LOUGHLIN CARYN GORDEN CYNTHIA FIGUEROA REBECCA ROMEROVSKI BETH PENDERGAST RACHEL A. COHEN LINDA TSUSAKI ALICE K. WONG PO CHUN NG JESSICA FOGEL ADELE WEITZMAN SUSAN LEBEDA ALISON LAINE KNOPF ANDREA SHEPARD EVA E. KALDOR SUSAN CASTRONUOVO 168 TERESA JANKOVIC HELEN REIBEL MARY SHAWN REININGER I knew I was ready to graduate when . . . ... I attended my fourth Orientation (one as a freshman, three as a sponsor) and decided I wasn ' t jealous of my sponsees for starting out anymore. ... I found College Library during finals to be quite tedious. Either no one was doing anything good anymore, or I was just too old. ... I couldn ' t remember when I had last attended a Mcintosh dance. ... I found myself telling the freshmen in my archery class stories about the Lion ' s Den, now a relic of the distant past. ... I worried more about my recommendations than my grades. ... 1 decided I could not spend another semester sharing my dorm room with a hoard of roaches. . . . Floor activities turned dull. It just wasn ' t fun to penny someone in or stay up drinking till 7 a.m. anymore. ... I found I had too many books for my shelves. ... I started wondering if I should take an incomplete in se- nior thesis. ... I refused to have classes on more than three days a week. ... I didn ' t mind going home to visit. ... I decided it would be nice to live like a normal person and go home after work, instead of seeing the same old cam- pus, the same old faces, day after day after day . . . 173 For those of us who once pictured ourselves in college in a bucolic environment, passing quiet times reading Descartes in a tree house, watching the grass grow, or making footprints in the snow, a week at Barnard began our search for viable al- ternatives. Barnard ' s boasts of New York City as its playground motivates us to find substitutes for cliche collegiate activities. What to do when life stops being a Cabaret, no- thing seems so great about owning New York ac- ross the street from Columbia, you ' d just assume give regards to Broadway for good, and east side, west side etc., looks more like Hell ' s kitchen than the home of the Yankees? Go Visiting. Visiting is a favorite sport at Barnard for residents and com- muters alike. Since Barnard students tend to live at all four quarters of the campus, making several vis- its in a row is the perfect way to work off the pac- kage of devil dogs you injested at a weak moment. Everyone knows that Barnard students are never in their rooms unless they are expecting visitors, so equip yourself with a purple flair and a pad of paper if you are dropping by unannounced, since you will most likely want to leave a note at the door where there is no doodle board. Make your- self comfortable: sit down in the hall, being careful to avoid the roaches who may be competing for space, and compose a message. Next to getting phone calls, there is nothing like an entertaining note to make a Barnard student feel loved, so even if you are feeling rotten, be amusing (you may come up with some good ideas for your creative writing class). If your hostess is in, she might invite you to sit on her unmade bed, apologize for a week ' s worth of dirty underwear strewn all over the room and listen to you complain about your love life and the economics midterm you failed. If you are lucky, she will give you tea with her sympathy, or maybe even hot choco- late prepared on her hotplate. If you don ' t feel like socializing, and are de- termined to find the urban equivalent of the traditional collegiate passtimes, with a little imagination you could discover; the carols on the second floor of Barnard library are almost like a tree house; watching the soot fall on your favorite windowsill requires powers of concentration similar to those used to watch the grass grow; and making footprints on a freshly cemented sidewalk provides the same creative outlet as tramping through a blanket of snow, with results a lot more permanent. — Deborah Jacobs WANTED: the typical Barnard Commuter. Substantial reward for anyone else able to provide conclusive proof that she exists. PROBABLE WHEREABOUTS: Lives too far from the campus for comfort. Sometimes seems to spend half her time at the bus stop or train station, especially when in a hurry. Discovered in freshman year that unless you live in Times Square or Penn Station, it is impossible to get to the Columbia area without changing trains or buses at least once. Supposedly hangs out in Mcintosh between classes but didn ' t discover it was a commuter hangout (or anything but an inconvenient location for mailboxes) until halfway through freshman year. May be seen at said mailboxes at least once a semester, claiming her accumulated letters. Placement Office newsletters, and frantic notices from the Bursar ' s Office while listening with one ear to the incomprehensible dialogue emanating from the nearby daily all-afternoon bridge game in the lounge. Spends a lot of time in the library or, if an English major, in the James Room. May carry a bag lunch or buy food which she sureptitiously eats in the library to save time while studying. 181 COMMENTS: May be armed with a heavy load of books and is dangerous, especially to occasional subway riders who unflatteringly equate skirt wearers with fashion fanatics while standing near the edge of the platform. Is expert at elbow to elbow combat in shoving-to-the-nearest-seat matc hes on trains and buses. Has mistakenly taken the express past 96th Street at least once and lived to tell the tale (but not by walking through the park). Is a connossieur of sub- way grafitti and inane advertising posters, especially those at the Columbia stop. Could have graduated within six months if Barnard gave credit for experi- ence in ignoring strolling subway car beggars with accordians, discordant sing- ing voices, and or religious tracts, or for expertise in the fine art of dealing more or less (in) effectively with underground harrassers who want heaven knows what (it helps to be bigger than they are and walk fast). Dislikes tokens and being the token commuter in clubs and other extracurricular activities. Is suspi- cious of any city, including her resident classmates ' places of origin, that lacks a grimy subway system which stays open all night and has a terrible reputation. DESCRIPTION: Said to look suspiciouly like the woman in any ad in Mademoiselle or Glamour. Her overloaded totebag (Gucci, of course) and harrassed expression at the mention of public transportation are good clues to her student status, but she can most easily be spotted on public vehicles by the Organic Chemistry or French literature text she is trying to read. Members of this group often attempt to conceal their dubious living arrangements by wearing jeans and old shirts and sweaters or other casual student garb and carrying knapsacks. However, deep down they are all as mancrazy as F.I.T. chicks, with the result that their native costume includes beautifully cut skirts of the currently fashionable length, panty-hose, dressy shoes suitable for walking through trash littered subways, and noticeable amounts of jewelry and make-up. 183 HABITS: Arises at an hour of the morning when most residents are still peacefully asleep. Curses nine o ' clock classes frequently. Usually leaves the house at least fifteen minutes too late to get to school on time without improbably spectacular connections. Arrives home just in time for supper (homecooked). Complains often about public transpor- tation, unopenable commuter mailboxes, and the inconsiderateness of people who invariably schedule extracurricular activities at an hour when all sane commuters are home digesting their dinners. Does not participate in discussions about the terrible food in Hewitt Cafeteria, the relative merits of restaurants on the Heights, the intricacies of the housing lottery and the various meal plans, or the difficulties of getting a flight home for Christmas without having to leave the day before her bio final. Votes for the undergrad candidates who support overnight commuter housing and never hears anything more about it. Wonders why the commuters are considered the problems when they ' re sup- posedly more than 50% of the student body. Talks frequently of applying for campus housing next semester and or wonders why all residents assume it is every commuter ' s highest ambition to unnecessarily spend large sums of money for minimum-comfort housing and minimum edibility food. Fights with parents and siblings instead of suitemates and lovers in the next dorm, and resents it when residents conjecture that commuters are under the parental thumb too much to leave the nest. Knows many residents and former commuters but few currently of her own kind, and none who live near her own out-of-the-way abode. — Margaret O ' Connell 188 189 Yule Log Ceremony MORTARBOARD 1977 WAS PRODUCED BY EDITOR Ann Loughlin LAYOUT CO-EDITOR Andrea Shepard ART EDITOR Elizabeth Balaian ADVERTISING MANAGERS Judy Stem Beth Wohlgelernter PHOTOGRAPHERS May May Gong Margaret Konecky Rosalie Poznachowski Barry Weinreb along with: Jane Kestenbaum Jean Chin Joy Cooke Haila Kleinman Ellen Shankman Vanessa Weber Danny Wyschogrod DARKROOM CREDITS: May May Gong TYPISTS: Ronnie Albergo Mary Farrington May May Gong Ann Loughlin ASSISTING MANAGER Rebecca Green PHOTOGRAPHY CO-EDITOR May May Gong COPY EDITOR Jacqueline Laks BUSINESS MANAGERS Judy Stern Ruth Leibowitz COPY Deborah Jacobs Jacqueline Laks Jamie Bernard Margaret O ' Connell M.B.W. LAYOUT STAFF Andrea Shepard Elizabeth Balaian Chee Chin Wanda Chin Agnes Ong Jean Szetoo COVER DESIGN Elizabeth Balaian ARTWORK Elizabeth Balaian Andrea Shepard j Elizabeth Kim SENIOR PICTURE EDITOR: Chee Chin Many thanks to Professor Ritchie for the use of his darkroom Additional Photo Credits: Barnard Public Relations, Columbian pgs. 50-51 195 196 RUTH LEIBOWITZ JACKIE LAKS 197 PATRONS OF MORTARBOARD We wish to thank the following friends of Mortarboard who generously helped to support us. To all their daughters and fellow students they send their congratulations and love. Mr. and Mrs. David Aschheim Mr. and Mrs. Paul Balaian Mr. and Mrs. Robert Begam Mr. and Mrs. Edward Beauchamp Mr. and Mrs. Bentsusaki Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Bilello Mr. and Mrs. Joe Bucheister Mr. and Mrs. Kai F. Ching Dr. and Mrs. Pantelis Colakis Mr. Bill Fong Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Friedman Mr. and Mrs. Leon Frisch Mr. and Mrs. William Havlena Mr. and Mrs. Harold A. Keith Mrs. Alfred Knopf Dr. and Mrs. Stuart Koblenz Drs. Vlado and Nada Kozul Mr. and Mrs. Simon Dr. Krasner Anthony and Maria LoFrumento Mr. and Mrs. Walter Lutzak Mr. and Mrs. Aaron March Mr. and Mrs. Harry Margoshes Mr. and Mrs. Morton J. Marshall Mr. and Mrs. Robert McNaughton Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Mednick Mrs. Tatiana B. Miheyev Dr. Albert Pennybacker Teresa and Gustaw Plewinski Mr. and Mrs. Popowsky Guy and Dorothy Porter Ms. Mildred Pride Mr. and Mrs. Guy Reininger Mr. Henry Riep, Sr. Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Robinson Mr. and Mrs. Martin Romerovski Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Rosenberg Mr. and Mrs. Fridtjo Schroder Mr. Mrs. M. Septee Dr. and Mrs. Sol Seltzer Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Sharp Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Solinger Mr. and Mrs. Max Stem Mr. and Mrs. Philip Toolin Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Torres Mrs. Dorothy Raymond Dr. and Mrs. Wen-Hua Wu Mr. and Mrs. Harry R. Zerbel Barbara Sterling Mr. and Mrs. Soon Fae Ong PATRON ' S PAGE Mazel Tov, Monita, From Mom, Dad, Lee and Gena and Hail to Barnard. To Our Dearest Caryn: May your path in life be prepared for you with good health, much happiness and great success. Love al- ways, Gordon, Sternklar and Malitzky families. To Ruth: Lots of love and good luck from Mom, Dad and Ellen. Congratulations Ruth Marquis and continued success in the field of psychology. Love all the family. Good luck to all 77 ' ers from Mr. and Mrs. James W. Loughlin. Congratulations and Best Wishes to Big Red ' ' and her Barnard classmates from Mr. and Mrs. Eliot G. Chertok. Mr. and Mrs. Philip Squeo extend their best wishes to the class of 1977 for health, happiness and dreams-come-true. Take it to the Limit . . . One More Time Beth, Jude, Lizzie and You-Know-Who Congratulations to Margaret Konecky, our third daughter to graduate from Barnard. Love, Mother and Dad. Dear Barnard Graduates and Students, May you achieve the superiority in your fields that our Kodak Ektaprint Copiers have in theirs. 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SERVOMATION CORPORATION 100 Fallon Road, Stoneham, Ma 02180 (617) 438-6000 200 TA-KOME HOME O F THE HERO 2941 BROADWAY With The Compliments Of Salters Bookstore Congratulations To The Class of ' 77 From Your Official Class Ring Supplier College Representative: Robert L. DeNeef 15 Nicolette Ct. Huntington Station, N.Y. 11746 (516) 673-8048 COLUMBIA STATIONERY 1125 Amsterdam Ave. (next to U.S. Post Office) SURPRISES Buy two pens and get the same make one free. 250 Bic, 59 Z Flair, 690 Pilot, 890 Pentel. Duracell AA 2 for .990!! School Supplies Greeting Cards Sony Cassettes 92 min. 3 for $5.00 Many More Specials. LEADERS in PHOTOGRAPHY SINCE 1905 15 WEST 39th street NEW YORK N Y 10018 (212) 270-109O THE STAFF OF MORTARBOARD 77 Wishes the Seniors all the best. New York City may have the World ' s Fair but Barnard has the World ' s Fairest! JEAN MORRIS LOUGHLIN ' 39 The place most people buy stereo. With so many stereo stores making so many advertising claims, you might not know which store really does have the low- est prices, largest selection, and H K3wvn H most informed salespeople. So we ' d just like to point out that 500,000 people who shopped around for the lowest prices, largest selection, and most informed salespeople, found them at Tech Hifi. The fact is, more people have decided to buy quality components at Tech Hifi than at any other stereo store. Now you know. 2878 Broadway and 1 1 2th St., 865-1060 1 2 West 45th Street 869-3950 Stores also in New Jersey. Pennsylvania Connecticut Rnode Island Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont, New York State, Ohio and Michigan Right after the Spirit of ' 76 Comes the Spirit of ' 77! Mr. and Mrs. James W. Loughlin Best Wishes from the Undergraduate Association of Barnard College to the Class of 1977 203 18,000 members of The Associate Alumnae of Barnard College Welcome the Class of 1977 to membership The association links together the graduates and women who have completed at least one year of study. Its purpose is to promote the interests of Barnard College and to further a spirit of fellowship among its members. You will receive four copies of the alumnae magazine each year. It is important that you notify us of any change of address so that we can send the magazine to you and keep our records up to date. If you are travelling or moving to another community we will be glad to put you in touch with the alumnae in the area. There are 40 to 50 alumnae groups throughout the United States and abroad whose members are happy to welcome newcomers and travelers. Be sure to keep us up to date on your future plans! With the compliments of the Board of Trustees 204 Cjcmgratulations Graduates Best wishes and good luck from all of us at the Columbia University Bookstore. 205 Barnard Bulletin BARNARD COLLEGE- Atlmissions 6CI6W120 280-2014 Alumnae Office 606 Wl 20 280-2005 Assislant Controller 606W120 280-2010 Barnard fund 606 WJ20 8e4 5265 Bldgsi Grounds 606W120 280-2041 Brooks Hewitt Reid Halls 3001 Bway 280-3684 Bursar 606WI20 280-2026 Class Advisers 606 W120 280-2024 Dean Of Faculty 606 W120 280-2031 Dean Of Students Mc Intosfi Center 606W120 280-2341 Dean Of Studies 606WI20 280-2024 Deane 3001 Bway 280-3684 Development Otc 606 W120 280-2001 Financial Aid 606W120 280-2154 FoodSvce 607W116 864-1737 Foreign Student Adviser 606 W120 280-2024 Health Svce 3009 Bway 280-2091 HEOP 606W120 280-2024 Housing 0(c Mc Intosh Center 606 W! 20 280-3095 Library 26ClarmntAv 280-3846 Mc Intosh Center 606W120 280-2095 Minor Latham Playhouse 607W119 280-2079 Personnel 606W120 280-255 1 Placement Career Planning 606W120 280-2033 Plimpton Hall 1235AmstrdmAv - 280-3417 President 606 Wl 20 280-2021 Public Relations 606 W120 280-2037 Purchasing 606 W120 280-5204 Registrar 606W120 280-2011 Safety Security 3009 Bv ay 280-3362 Six Sixteen 616 Wlie 280-5105 Student Govl Mc Intosh Center 606W120 280-2126 Treasurer Controller 606W120 -280-2003 Women ' s Center 3009 Bway 280-2067 Information 3009 Bway 280-5262 Barnard College Club 16E64 TE 8-0558 ;OLUMBIA UNIV- ;ivemical Engnrng Research Labs 632W125 :OLLEGES SCHOOLS— Architecture SchlOf- Admissions 116 8way Dean ' s Office n6 Bway Registrar 116 Bway Arts School Of The- Dean ' sOfc 116 Bway FilmDiv 116 Bw3y Paintings Sculpture Div 1 16 Bway Registrar lie Bway Writing Div 116 Bway Business Graduate SchI Of— Exec Programs 116 Bway Admissions US Bway Columbia Journal Of World Business 116 Bway Info 116 Bway Placement 116 Bway Registrar llS Bway Student Affairs 116 Bway Columbia College- Admissions 116iBway Athletic Dept 116 Bway Columbia Scholastic Press Assn US Bway Deans Office 116 Bway Fund Of c 1164Bway Registrar 116 Bway Dental Oral Surgery School Of- Dental Clinic Information UN 5-8400 280-2875 280-3996 280-3092 280-2595 28CM391 230-3395 280-5568 206 SENIOR INDEX GAIL G. ABRAMSON, 144 MICHELLE S. ADLER, 101 BRENDA AIKEN, 154 NANCY ALICEA, 129 JILL P. ALTMAN, 109 AURORA A. ARES, 161 MADELINE ARROYO, 101 DEBORAH S. ASCHHEIM, 148 ROSALIND AXELROD, 126 ELIZABETH A. BALAIAN, 116 MARY ELLEN BARTLETT, 161 SEMADAR BARZEL, 140 CATHY M. BAU, 148 JULIE G. BEITZ, 159 NOEL C. BELINSKI, 120 FRANCINE BENZAKEN, 136 BETH M. BERCOVITZ, 138 TOBY E. BERGER, 138 SUZANNE BILELLO, 169 GAIL E. BIRNBAUM, 145 KAREN A. BJORKMAN, 145 JANET E. BLAIR, 144 ADINA BLOCK, 149 GAIL BLOCK, 971 BARBARA A. BLYTHE, 145 KIMBERLE A. BOBO, 136 SUSAN BOUGESS, 97 DEBORAH BRANDRISS, 112 ZAHAVA BRICKMAN, 102 MARGARET BROADDUS, 124 AUDREY L. BRONER, 130 ANNE BUCHEISTER, 112 MONITA BUCHWALD, 136 VALERIE BURKE, 138 ZEHRA CAGARLI, 98 LISA A. CAMMETT, 117 NIVINE CAPTAN, 137 ALICE C. CARDULLO, 160 SHARON CARMI, 130 ROSA M. CARRETTI, 130 GINA A. CARRION, 118 JAN M. CASADEI, 113 SUSAN M. CASTRONUOVO, 164 DONNA P. CERUTTI, 137 EVE D. CHARASZ, 105 KAREN CHARNOFF, 155 NINA E. CHARNOFF, 109 ANDREA CHASE, 148 JEAN CHING CHEN, 149 PEGGY E. CHERNIN, 129 DEBORAH R. CHERTOK, 165 MARIAN CHERTOW, 163 CHEE-Y CHIN, 144 LINDA S. CHIN, 108 NANCY W. CHIN, 118 STELLA CHIN, 96 WANDA CHIN, 167 ANNIE O. CHOU, 154 MEI-KUM CHOW, 119 SANDRA L. CHUNG, 106 JUSTINE M. CLARK, 145 SYDNEY S. COALE, 138 RACHEL A. COHEN, 152 MARIANTHE COLAKIS, 120 CINDY COLTER, 154 JOY E. COOKE, 149 COLLEEN A. COOPER, 157 MICHELE J. COSTELLO, 93 NANCY E. CROWN, 145 SANDRA D. CUCKSEY, 123 SYBIL V. CUMBERBATCH, 141 ANITA C. DARMANIAN, 109 PAMELA ANN DARROCH, 121 RUTHI R. DAVIS, 129 MICHELLE E. DENSEN, 131 LESLIE A. DIENES, 108 MARY R. DIMAIO, 171 CHARMAINE E. DOWNIE, 139 HANNAH S. DRESNER, 150 lULIANA DUMITRESCU, 113 DORIS M. EGAN, 118 NANCY S. ELLIOTT, 168 CARLA LEIGH ENGLER, 130 DEBRA J. ENNES, 154 CAROL ERLICH, 113 DEBORAH A. EPSTEIN, 135 MICHELE K. EVANS, 108 JANE-IRIS R. FARHI, 110 MARY C. FARRINGTON, 160 LAURIE ANNE FELDMAN, 92 JOAN B. FELDSTEIN, 124 MARCIA FELTH, 103 HINDE R. FERTIG, 118 JAMI J. FIELDS, 95 CYNTHIA FIGUEROA, 143 LETICIA V. FILIP, 151 CAPRI M. FILLMORE, 109 LUCINDA M. FINLEY, 144 TRACY FLANAGAN, 142 JESSICA FOGEL, 157 FLORENCE FONG, 147 MARIE FOSCARINIS, 100 LOUISA H. FOYE, 104 JULIE L. FRANCK, 166 AMY SUE FRIEDMAN, 116 JOYCE E. FRIEDMAN, 98 HENRIETTE S. FUGHS, 155 POPPY GANDLER, 93 AMY R. GERMAN, 123 GRACE C. GILINGER, 163 DEBORAH L. GILLASPIE, 119 ELLEN GOLDSTEIN, 100 CARYN S. GORDEN, 143 ORA GORIN, 131 MAUREEN P. GRADY, 155 REBECCA M. GREEN, 112 ELAINE P. GREENBERG, 133 NANCY E. GREENBERG, 117 ELIZABETH GRIDIN, 161 CAROL I. GROSS, 97 MICHELE J. HALBERIAN, 128 ROBIN HALPERIN, 148 DEBORAH S. HARRIS, 169 BEVERLY A. HARTER, 99 BARBARA M. HAVLENA, 139 LESLIE R. HECHT, 119 EMILY HEILBRUN, 103 EIJA M. HEINO, 156 IRJA-LEENA T. HEINO, 104 PATRICIA ANN HERRING, 131 KATHRYN A. HINKLE, 150 KAZUYO HORI, 150 RUTH E. HOROWITZ, 125 JILL C. HOWARD, 139 LUCY HSU, 155 HUI L. HUANG, 153 DEBORAH L. JACOBS, 120 TERESA V. JANKOVIC, 171 MARTHA JORDAN, 94 FRANCINE JUE, 96 MOIRA L. KAHN, 171 EVA E. KALDOR, 164 VIRGINIA L. KAN, 114 REBECCA E. KAPELL, 113 SUSAN G. KAPLAN, 158 RITA KATZ, 111 ELIZABETH Y. KAUFER, 94 L ' TANYA C. KEITH, 121 JANE KESTENBAUM, 134 TAMMY KIMMEL, 167 MARIE T. KING, 90 WENDY B. KIRSHENBAUM, 114 HAILA N. KLEINMAN, 126 ALISON L. KNOPF, 164 TIM TAI KO, 146 BARBARA J. KOBLENZ, 91 JACQUELINE A. KOCH, 117 CAROL KOJES, 167 MARGARET A. KONECKY, 161 ZELJKA A. KOZUL, 98 KAREN S. KRANZLER, 122 ENID F. KRASNER, 133 JACQUELINE M. LAKS, 165 KAREN ANN LALSINGH, 162 SUZANNE M. LAROBARDIER, 132 SUSAN LEBEDA, 159 LUCY H. LEE, 121 DEBORAH LEIBLER, 135 RUTH ANN LEIBOWITZ, 115 ELENA J. LEON, 114 WINSOME J. LESLIE, 103 ROSE LEUNG, 111 CATHERINE M. LEVESQUE, 105 WENDY LIFE, 104 JOANNA LISANTI, 141 NORA M. LITWAK, 162 MARY ANN LOFRUMENTO, 134 MARTHA LOOMIS, 158 LAVINIA E. LORCH, 132 ANN LOUGHLIN, 139 MARGARET A. LOVE, 158 RHONDA LUBKA, 110 WINNIE LUN, 133 BETTY LUNG, 116 IRENE MAGRAMM, 107 BETTY G. MAH, 106 CAROLE J. MAHONEY, 126 CHRISTINE A. MAHONEY, 97 SHARON F. MAILMAN, 127 GAEL R. MALKENSON, 172 SUSAN R. MARCH, 150 BETH MARGOLIS, 100 PAMELA G. MARGOSHES,143 LAURA I. MARQUEZ, 127 RUTH E. MARQUIS, 123 WENDY A. MARSHALL, 108 SALLY J. MAYER, 157 JACQUELINE MCEWEN, 125 PATRICIA E. MCKENNA, 93 JANE D. MCWILLIAMS, 165 ELIZABETH MEDNICK, 128 AILEEN MEJIA, 149 AMY J. MELTZER, 127 ELLEN MELTZER, 137 OLGA MIHEYEV, 170 DEBRA L. MINOWITZ, 122 ADIN J. MINTZ, 151 SUZANNE M. MONACO, 136 HELEN MONDERER, 162 IVONNE I. MORALES, 166 LESLIE A. MORGAN, 128 MICHELLE NEUMANN, 126 BETH NEUMARK, 141 PO CHUN NG, 153 ANN MARIE O ' BRIEN, 102 AGNES ONG, 120 SUSAN J. ONUM, 95 KAREN A. OSTBERG, 134 EILEEN PALEY, 115 KAREN J. PALMORE, 142 ADELE H. PARSONS, 125 FAITH J. PAULSEN, 140 207 THERESA F. PEARSE, 95 MARY-ELIZABETH PENDERGAST, 152 JANET M. PENNYBACKER, 106 LORIAN PERALTA-RAMOS, 100 JOYCE M. PERLMUTTER, 101 CYNTHIA A. PETRILLO, 107 MAGDALENA M. PLEWINSKI, 116 MICHELLE B. POPOWSKY, 135 JOANN A. PORTER, 163 JANICE PRIDE, 140 ELLEN K. PRIOR, 158 NANCY D. QUINN, 153 THERESA M. RACHT, 129 MARY E. RANKIN, 146 ARUNASHREE RAO, 90 JUDITH A. RATTNER, 101 KATHERINE M. RAYMOND, 124 MELISSA JO REEVES, 96 HELEN REIBEL, 171 MARY S. REININGER, 172 ANNE RICHTMAN, 103 CHRISTINE A. RIEP, 147 KATHERINE RIVERA, 99 ELIZABETH M. ROACH, 96 CYNTHIA J. ROBINSON, 141 PATRICIA J. ROCHE, 143 JANE D. ROFFIS, 133 REBECCA ROMEROVSKI, 152 LINETTE RONKIN, 163 ENID ROSA, 122 SUSAN L. ROSE, 110 SUSAN B. ROSENBERG, 105 JUDITH L. ROSENZWEIG, 122 SHARI B. RUBIN, 123 LUZ S. SALGADO, 172 LINDA-JO SAUNDERS, 94 SIGRID C. SCHRODER, 160 AMY SCHWARTZMAN, 162 RANI SCOTT, 146 DONNA L. SELDIN, 107 MICHELLE E. SELTZER, 168 YAEL SEPTEE, 137 KORENNA SEREDA, 102 LISA R. SHAMES, 147 ANDREA J. SHEPARD, 164 YOSEFA SHLISELBERG, 164 SIMCHA SHTULL, 93 JOAN I. SMALLWOOD, 160 LORI A. SOLINGER, 94 ESTHER M. SOLTERO, 142 ELLYN E. SPRAGINS, 90 NANCI L. SQUEO EILEEN G. STEINBERG, 121 BARBARA A. STEPHAN, 156 PATRICIA A. STERLING, 95 JUDY S. STERN, 131 AMY A. STRAGE, 91 ROCHELLE STRENGER, 91 KATHERINE A. SWENSON, 92 JEAN L. SZETOO, 170 RUTH R. SZYMKOWICZ, 156 LINDA V. TAGER, 105 MARI TAKAHASHI, 169 LIA A. TARENZI, 92 DAPHNE E. TELFEYAN, 132 NANCY M. TENNENBAUM, 117 HELENE R. TEPER, 104 SHARON G. THEEMAN, 110 LAYNE M. TOOLIN, 147 LINDA TSUSAKI, 152 MIRIAM VIALIZ, 99 SUSAN L. VICTORIA, 98 ARLENE VOGL, 106 NGA VU, 168 DEBORAH A. WALDMAN, 91 DIANE S. WALLERSTEIN, 156 MIRANDA P. WARREN, 112 DARLENE M. WATSON, 111 LORRAINE A. WATSON, 125 SUSAN D. WEBER, 92 RYZA WEINSTEIN, 135 LORI G. WEINTRAUB, 142 ELIZABETH A. WEISS, 114 ROCHELLE B. WEISS, 90 CELIA WEISMAN, 157 ADELE WEITZMAN, 159 RIVKA L. WIDERMAN, 107 DONNA E. WIENER, 151 EVA H. WIENER, 140 MARTHA A. WIGGLESWORTH, 111 KIM WINSEY, 169 ELIZABETH M. WIZENBERG, 127 BETH WOHLGELERNTER, 119 ALICE K. WONG, 153 ELAINE M. WONG, 146 MARY WONG, 134 YU FEI WU, 124 MARTHA YEPES, 115 YU WEN YING, 115 MARGARET ZALESKI, 132 SUNIA ZATERMAN, 128 FRANCINE ZHARNEST, 165 ELLEN ZIMMERMAN, 159 THEODORA ZIONGAS, 102 208