Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Postum and aspirins supplanted the lunchroom milk shake and a dentist ' s drill appeared mild compared to this extraction of knowledge. Vacation offered a cure for the many upside down stomachs following this intellectual forage which marked the third milestone in the history of ' 39. Senior With unrelenting gusto, Mother Natvn-e rushed in the Scholastic year amid howling gales, uprooted trees, and the campus strewn with every kind of foreign debris. Dispersing her whimpering breezes throughout the Tower Building, she succeeded in reducing the rotunda ' s former white way to such a state of abysmal darkness that guides were sought to open the trail to the various offices. The Heights and Stylus opened a verbal feud over the innovation of a pictorial cover on the latter in which our renowned feline Clipper figured in an extremely prominent role. The social season was set on a high plane when Lou Sacco encored the Class Song on the eve of the Holy Cross football game. Distinctive approba- tion of the toast relegated it to the already famous repertoire of B.C. songs. Then followed a bombardment of campus activities. The Cross and Crown Honor Society tapered off the remainder of ' 38, first with a concert and tea for maternal appreciation and then an informal strut amidst a mardi- gras of decorations and popular swing tunes by Johnny Hart. Under the guise of foreign ambassadors with their maroon-and-gold sashes, the Senior Class promenaded to the music of Ruby Newman at the Copley Plaza when the Philomatheia Club sponsored the Senior Ball. Every lovely debutante attempted an American version of the English Lambeth Walk amidst the elbow-rubbing of the socially elite. Father ' s Day embossed Patriot ' s Day with a little interest on an intellectual investment. Following a baseball game, Dad enjoyed a banquet and an evening ' s entertainment by the class members. Then as quickly as Mother Fame smiled on the goldfish swallowers with a bit of paper publicity so quickly did we find ourselves in Senior Week. Our retreat opened the festivities — our last as under-graduates. Class day, resurrected the jokesters for their speeches and quips of biographical remin- iscences, whence we sojourned to the Tower Building once more while the lads and lasses graced their pedestrian appendages to a bit of music. Enhanced by the conferring of an honorary degree upon Eamon de Valera, Commencement Day saw the reception of degrees and the cessation of all undergraduate activities. But now that the end has come and we look back over our deeds ; some- how our souls are wrapped around everything here at B.C., as we proudly sing Alma Mater. [29]

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When the faU had passed slowly into winter and quizzes had passed into mid-year examinations, sober faces sought textbooks as the only defense against intellectual casualty. However they proved to be a Winchell set of exams — over in a flash — and thoughts were turned to our second Under- the-Tower dance. Lou Sacco kept the time and the class kept the receipts. On May 7, 1937, the Staffer was surrounded by a multitude of city guards, and questions from the curious who had gathered there brought this reply, Don ' t you know? B.C. Sophs are promenading to Hudson-Delange ' s music to-night! What a crowd and what a dance! With the eager anticipation of a healthy summer ' s tan and the scrupu- lous scanning of the help-wanted ads, we wrote farewell to the classics and arrived at the half-way mark of our college career. Sunior The shrill clarion call of philosophy welcomed us back. With one eye on the social calendar and the other on logic, we endeavored to retain a socia- bility of notes whilst grimly preparing for the onslaught of Kant and his cohorts. In October the bells of the Tower called us forth to dance under so inspiring a structure to the Hallowe ' en tunes of Don Fabien ' s orchestra. The same month revealed the brethren ' s heads buried deep in minor logic bluebooks, with the strains of Maryland, My Maryland beckoning them to the south. Immediately following this trip, a travel worn honors sec- tion adjourned to the committee room of the library to render an oral encore in the form of a minor logic specimen. Diamond Jubilee W eek celebrated the founding of our alma mater, featured by many festivities and crowned by the Dramatic Society ' s produc- tion, The Music Makers, an achievement of untold labor and never-to-be- forgotten fame. Following this presentation came the lightly tripping Greek chorines who were destined for fame admixed with notoriety in direct con- trast to the original tripsters of Antigone ' s days. Well fortified by Mass and Communion on Sunday, the lads blew the lid off for a week of unforeseen joys; Monday saw the Assembly Hall clouded with smoke, cut only by the cheerful words from Bill Cunningham, Jimmy Foxx, Tom Thorpe and others; Tuesday rolled into view with a wealth of fun at the Kenmore gardens — as we skated (or slid) over the floor to the favorite swing tunes of the day. Although we were still only partially re- covered from such dazzling speed, splinters and bruises, Wednesday found us standing in the Blue Room wielding a demi-tasse of orange pekoe and a delightful teaser of cake. Still in the groove from this tea dance, the Tim- ilty School was graced that same evening by a series of one act plays followed by dancing. Thursday was set aside by tradition to prepare for the greatest prom in the history of the College. Our happiness was short-lived, however, for the gloom spreaders an- nounced the advent of that philosophical interview formally called the orals. [28]

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JOSEPH J. ADAMS, JR., B.S. (Soc. Sc) 172 Chester St., Fitchburg, Mass. One fine fall day in September 1935, there was weeping and wailing in the wilds of Fitchburg as a favorite son departed for Boston. Since he arrived at this temple of learning, Joe has ful- filled his determination to do well in academic and recreational branches by obtaining fine marks and cultivating a wealth of friends through his genial and jovial personality. Arguments pro and con are the forte of his ex- istence. When there is work to be done, Joe is the embodiment of in- dustry. When play is at hand, you will find him a carefree merrymaker. He manages to fit into any situation. League of Sacred Heart 1, 2, 3, 4; So- dality 1, 2, 3, 4; Marquette Debating Society 2; Italian Academy 1,2; Glee Club 4; Sociology Academy 3, 4; Junior Smoker Committee 3. THOMAS J. AHERN, A.B. (Honors) 72 Amsden Street, Arlington, Mass. Gus has always been somewhat of a puzzle because he never has much to say about himself. Although in class he appears indift ' erent and almost bored, outside of class Gus proves himself to be a convivial person. Whenever he is called on to give a paper in class, he livens it up with his quips and humorous asides. His ap- parent indifl ' erence is only a front which he puts on to hide the fact that he is considered somewhat of an oracle by most of the football squad. For the last four years he has held the uncon- tested office of class beadle. League of Sacred Heart 1, 2, 3, 4; Sodality 1, 2, 3, 4; Philosophy Seminar 4; Football 1, 2, 3, 4.