Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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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 }

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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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Day Student Council J, Daily Travel. During these four years some of us commuters have covered about 1,000 miles — approximating one half of the way to Mexico. We don ' t mind mileage and bus bump- ing, but we do insist upon sleeping in our own beds every night. Anyway, not everyone can be a good commuter. It calls for special qualities — endurance, resourcefulness and cunning tempered with a dash of ruthlessness. Our faces have the alert, twitchy look of one whose life is spent matching wits with time. Our eyes have that strained look from reading juggling print. We have, however, managed many complexities and technical problems such as Open House, installation of the milk-box and redecora- tion. Everything is exciting about life in the Dormitory! ! The blaring phonograph, the insistently ringing phone, and the whooping feminine voice violently an- nounces that we are very much alive. Who hasn ' t voraciously promised to settle down to some hard study? As a re- sult the messy room gradually crowds. New Yorkers and Old Mademoiselles are pulled out. Chocolates and rookey cookies appear. It may be a political caucus or a psychological discussion, but it has the makings of a lengthy bull-session, patron- ized by conscientious knitters. Needless to say, our sincere promises are recanted, and we donate our jocular and unbiased opinions. Who hasn ' t basked on the roof in the Spring? Who hasn ' t visited Carver ' s or Lower Campus then ? Who hasn ' t borrowed garb or guy for a dance or rushed like Cinderella to sign in the dreaded dead-line only to spend the rest of night hashing the affair? Who hasn ' t had their muffins or hot- canine at the dog-cart before a sojurn at the Sink? Life in the dormitory is just like it is shown in the movies. Window Watching, that lonely feeling, family visits, craving for mail, bridge, coke parties, campusing, fire drills, house meetings — lite cuts — and sings in the Reception room. Dormitory Council