Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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a Awestruck after the first semester at Bridgewater, we realize that, after all, the main purpose for coming to this institution is to delve deeply into matters imponder- able. However, we find that after long hours of intensified effort, the withering gaze and questions of the instructor re- duces all to nothing. How many times then, have we earnestly tried to solve a major problem, Finally, logic concludes: We are opaque We are a part of this course Therefore, this course is opaque. Weather observation from the tower, a musky stench from the laboratory, and long hours of compiling fairy tales indi- cate that we are seriously working toward that distant goal. Each spring we sadly hibernate with impermeable Term Topics to analyze. Vacation finds us, as class-technologists, scrutinizing our native school systems. We were sincere scholars, even if we did coax professorial irritability. Typical Student u cLlcJ: Here once the embattled student stood and fired the shot heard round the rotunda — last Exam — supplemented by a shower of books and papers. Another harrowing experience is over! Our fears have been more than justifiable, consider- ing the virgin material at hand. This was the time for all good men to come with a supply of oil for the lamps of exam week. Post exam ten- sion is gradual. Now we congergate to dis- cuss the demerits of the exam admini- stered and the merits of our capabilities, as seen through our professionally slanted eyes. A gesture of relief designates that we did it before — and we did it again! Stooges as y

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1 1 e 1 1 etc =zyuii.cti u il We peered out at the world with our horn-rimmed specks, intensely interested in our major and fo rever ready to pitch into a bull session ' or argue about the labor problems, Dewey, and the world situation. We were book-burdened; we struggled with exams, and with feet planted firmly on the ground realized our Motto Not to be Ministered Unto — But to Minister.

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ala Standing Committees =ytie pytudi This is Chapel. Here we sit — at times disdainful of our lot — at times en- grossed in the subject at hand, at times delving deep into all the points brought forth by lecturer of the week, presented to us via June Whittier of Lecture Fund and by John Henry Fitzgerald of the Chapel Committee. Here we heard Captain Bill Vinal, Colonel Cooper and many other such un- forgettable personages. Here we swooned with preparations for the next class, or concentrated on the hair-do just ahead. Here we were vocally lost, in spite of Miss Rand ' s coaxing calling forth myriads of tonal splendor with the aid of the new organ. Here we sat as rampageous fresh- men, and then as dignified seniors. It was here that we saw the class as a body for the last time. It was here that we took our first step in the direction of a new and in- dependent life It is Chapel that will always be cherished in our memory. Losing your balance on an icy walk is no fun, and neither is unbalanced college life, for balance is probably the major principle in modern living. A sense of stability, permanence, and equilibrium is sought by everyone this side of the asylum. Weights on one side should be bal- anced by weights on the other side of jus- tice. Here our focal is Liz Lawrence, President of S. C. A. and her staff of able assistants, Esther Boyden, Eleanor Gan- non, Jimmie Costigan, and Alice Bubriski. This is the group that padded the jolts, passed ou r resolutions, subtly attempted renovations (remember Nell Giles?) and most important of all, acted as the liaison officers between the faculty and the students. Kay Tiernan set the Freshmen off right with the Handbook, and Mary Sardi balanced polls at elections. {19 }