Burdett College - Burbad Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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te The Class of 1945 in Songs DAY SCHOOL I Should Care Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair . I Dream Of You ; Ah, Sweet Mystery Of Life . My Dreams Are Getting Better All The Time She’s A Girl A Man Can Dream Of Slender, Tender, Tall You Ought To Be In Pictures The Surrey With The Fringe On Top My Boots And Saddle Boogie Woogie When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Chatterbox We Could Make Such Beautiful Music My Heart Tells Me I’m A Little On The Lonely Side The Sheik Of Araby Saturday Night Is The Loneliest Night In The Week White Christmas Deep In The Heart Of Texas I Don’t Care Who Knows It No Hair, No Nothing My Heart Sings From Twilight ’Til Dawn All The Time I Left My Heart At The Stage Door Canteen Whispering . ' In The Spirit Of The Moment . Pll See You In My Dreams Ain’t Misbehaving It’s O. K. To Owe Kay . Wild Irish Rose Stormy Weather Pll Be Around Just A Prayer Away Alice Blue Gown Pistol Packin?’ Mamma Out Of My Dreams Holiday For Strings Soldier’s Last Letter Sophisticated Lady More Than You Know June In January Don’t You Know I Care Everything Happens To Me Avenue Of Dreams Anne Agey Jean Alger Norma Baldini Helen Barbadoro Phyllis Bertine Delores Blevins Rae Blumberg Gloria Bonnaccorsi Victor Bonin Frances Borowko Despa Boyages Rose Brady Betty Carter Dorothy Clawson Isabelle Condoleo Marjorie Coombs Verne Craig Greta Crocker Agnes Croft Darlene Cunningham Marjorie Curtis Marjorie Cutler Norma D’Agastino Grace Dart Alice daSilva Ruth Davis Doris DeAngellis Ann DeBoghosian Olga DeBellis Claire DelNino Katherine Donovan Theresa Donovan Marilyn Edwards Edith Eklund Carolyn Eliot Allice Ellis Barbara Esty Florence Farrar Mary Fidler Ethel Fillios Jannette Finn Anita Fistel Barbara Flynn Florence Ford Constance Forrest Saada Gage

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rs FAistory of the Accountants of Burdett On September 8th, 1944, the portals of Burdett swung open to admit the hordes of incoming victims. How young, sweet—and ignorant we must have appeared with those vague, confused looks on our countenances. We stood about awkwardly, each feeling like the proverbial bump on the log, casting uneasy glances at our prospective comrades-in-arms. There was no one to whom to confide our thoughts; we were alone—each one of us alone in a crowd, lost in a sea of strange faces. Each one of us slunk to the nearest seat and flopped down, minus the grace that a young lady or gentleman should have acquired before ven- turing into a sophisticated college world. Arrayed in our bestest back-to-school apparel we thought we looked pretty nice—as the strangeness wore off and students were still pouring in, the femmes began to take in the surroundings, to be blunt—the men. As yet the male ranks hadn’t swelled to thei r present size but, those of us who were born under a lucky star, were blessed by Fate with a home-room in which actual men were as- signed. Within a day or two the cornerstone of many a lifelong friendship was cemented. The marking on the stone read ‘September, 1944”—a never-to-be-forgotten date. Chief among these friends was the faculty—ever helpful. Mr. Pulsifer, to use a nautical expres- sion, taught us “the ropes”, and before long well-supplied with ammunition (books, paper, pens, etc. etc.) we charged into battle. Our first taste of conflict was in Mr. Bridg- ham’s class where Einstein’s seventh dimension is considered mere child’s play. Figures, figures, and more figures; added, subtracted, divided and whistled at. (What am I saying?) And pen- manship—round and round, don’t move that thumb — another blot? — We invariably stumbled out of class cursing Mr. Faretra roundly under our collective breaths, gazing dejectedly at our poor ink-stained digits, and not much caring whether we ever graduated from our pathetic hen-scratchings to the status of a good penman. Then to Mr. Zoerner’s— were we glad that we had chosen an accounting course! That first day all we learned about accounting was that we were going to enjoy it immensely, that we were in love with the subject, mad about the liabilities and capital that our instructor expounded so earnestly. We threw ourselves wholeheartedly into this study. Then to the lunchroom—we weren’t very hungry but we skipped gayly down the four flights of stairs to the Club Room where we laid a few more of those aforementioned corner- stones; a couple of daring souls ventured to the upright and toyed around with the ivory keys; in a few moments a regular jam session was going full swing. Multi-colored bobby sox flew about to the rhythm of the conga, etc. After letting our hair down thusly, we decided that we were going to like this school and its inmates. Yielding to a sense of innate luxury we decided to celebrate this, our first day, by returning from lunch via the elevator. From our home-rooms we slid down the bannister to Mrs. Meany’s law class—torts, misdemeanors, -chey fell on uncomprehending ears. Over- heard during a lull in our first lecture—‘‘The only bar I’ll ever pass—’—the rest faded into an obscure whisper. However, a good imagina- tion lends the finishing touches to the remark. The rest of the week was one mad whirl, jour- nals, typewriters (all makes), statutes of law, rules for letter-writing, all were flung simultaneously at our young brains. The effect was amazing—for out of the chaos we emerged seasoned college students, far removed from the adolescents who graced high-school classrooms but a few short months before. We elected class officers, established a school magazine, riding, bowling and skating clubs, a new sorority, a men’s club, and for the first time in years undertook to put out a year- book. We've learned a lot, we grads of 1945, we've sweated a lot, worked a lot and worried a lot— but it was worth it. As we join the ranks of Burdett alumni, it is with a feeling of regret, yes, but with a certain pride in the things that we have accomplished and a hope that what we have begun will be loved, continued and improved upon by the confused, gauche- appearing boys and girls who, attired in their bestest, will enter the portals of Burdett when they are flung open in the falls to come.

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