Binghamton University - Colonist Yearbook (Vestal, NY)

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C PUTRINO. K NllDGl.EY. P BLISS. E ZISKA. J. KOTCHICK St'lIf07' Offwrs, Illllllllfj' C'z1ss Pl'l'.Yi!lll,l1f L IQDWARD ZISKA Vice P1'z'siz1'r'11f KENNETH MIDGLEY Serwffai-y ,. . PATRICIA BLISS Treaszmfr . JOHN KOTCHICK Sw'gef111f-af-Arnzs . . CHARLES PUTRINO Partially obscured by our best suits, that was us you just looked at-the first Harpur seniors. We few, we happy few, are the intrepid band who came three or four years ago to young TCC. And here we stayed. Here it is that we chose to take our Liberal arts, our Business Administration and our NODOZ. While here, we sat in class 1800 hours each, less cuts. In the wildest imaginings of our instructors, we studied 3600 hours outside of class. We read. Al Capp-yes. And Ellery Queen, and Kinsey. But also Sophocles, and Chaucer. Omar, Tolstoy and Flau- bert. And Shaw and Mark Twain and Poe . . . W'e listened. Cole Porter, yes. Bob Hope, sure. But Brahms too. Even Shostakovich. And besides these, all the book writers, song singers, senators, scientists, and seers . . . we listened to them all-and to each other. Which brings us to the people-the unbelievable people. In jeans or dinner jackets, behind horn-rimmed glasses or the K MIDGLEY. C. PUTRINO, V. LANGELAND, H. WOLFSON. J. KOTCHICK Senior Ojfiicers, lnm' Class P!'t'Sjt1l'lIf KENNETH MIDGLEY Vive Presidvflf HAROLD NVOLIYSON S1'vrr'hzry VTRGINIA LANGISLAND Treaszzrer . JOHN KOTCHICK Swgffrzzzf-411-Arms . CHARLIS PLJTRINO eight Ounce variety, bleary-eyed at morning or ossihed at night, the wonderful people have been our good comrades and true, and they will not be forgotten. Nor will the night life. Well do we remember those nights of the soirees, the revels, and the baccanalesl When the mead did flow, and the healths were drunk, and some of the students. O fvnzpora, O 11101-4-s.' But our time has come. And so, as the sun sets over the prefabs, we pick up our battered little L. C. Smiths, smooth the wrinkles in our grey flannels, and say farewell to all of it--to Alma Mater and its quaint inhabitants. Turning back at the gate for a last look, there is a catch in Our throats, and we take a tighter grip on the porcelain steins that we carry away with us, for the natives-this friendly, simple people we have lived among during the four years of our expedition--are singing to us. So l011f' if's lu'z'11 'ood to know wr . . . .sf 5 ,

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