Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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Mr. McGurren Mr. Durgin P- et vecuvc We understand only in the light of our own experience and so employ the whole visible world as a yard stick, and interpret all the data it offers us in terms of our own past history. Using every aspect of our four years together at Bridgewater as the criterion, we will always remember George Durgin of the U.S.N.R. and William McGurren of Freeman ' s Wholesale Corporation as Regular Fellers. A hard-hitting Yankee, Lieutenant Durgin, with his ready smile and dynamic come-back, taught mathematics, lived eco- nomics and expounded his philosophies on life in an unwritten volume entitled Com- mon Sense. Worcester Bill McGurren, sturdy, concrete instructor impressed us all with his deep masculine voice and genuine, lik- able personality, as well as his fatherly advise and practical psychology. The echoes of their memorable words will long sound forth in Boyden Hall: What does the author say? Go out and get married, girls, Saturday Evening Post. ' Apply Yourself Fudgit {21 }

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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

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Ned Denton yl [u.tai Twenty-five years to paint a mural of life. Superint endent of Grounds — that was all inscribed upon his door, — philoso- pher, humorist, actor — real man — real Ned went unmarked. His tales of youth in Yorkshire, spoken between puffs on his corn cob pipe and interwoven with his homespun philosophy were a cultural course of this institution. Students and faculty alike could turn to him to unbur- den their deepest problems, confident that they would receive true understanding and his sincerest help. No job was ever too small or large for him, and all received the Denton touch of perfection. Ned Denton played the game loyally and won his B as well as the way to the hearts and minds of innumerable Bridge- waterites. From School to Scotland {22