Clark University - Pasticcio Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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X. . t. i Q l A li lx l' ,-X S 'li l C C I ll I U 2 6 ll N. x impressions. The finals in June were but a repetition of the hectic cram- lt, ming at mid-years. Our ranks were not greatly depleted as a result of the ' finals. X' It seemed that we were like Hedgelings that had peeked through the shell ii' but knew not in what direction to fly. X' The summer vacation 'fled and we were sophomores, the lords of the lk. campus fwhen the seniors were not aroundj, our regime enforced by the i same paddles we had had the pain of meeting before. The year began with ik a fire at the laboratories and a flaming Ku Klux Klan cross on the campus. ig Perhaps these warm occurrences explained why we made things so hot for yi the freshies, but we were out for revenge. For every cigarette squeezed out of us the preceding year we now exacted a package, and for every stroke of . j the paddle we had received we now returned a dozen. We were the beggars ii. on horseback, and that year God was not with the horses. li It must be admitted, however, that our ardor was somewhat dampened at lg ' the rope-pull when our team, again led by the Great Kali was hauled il through the icy waters of University Pond. Yank Sachs, our anchor-man, xc' proved himself a hero when he rescued Fly Gannon, the president of our li! class, who, unable to endure the outdoor plunge, had collapsed. The rescue il knocked Yank out but his kind are hard to kill, anyway. hx The year was marked by the capture of our banner by the freshies and the consequent seizure by us of the freshmen banner. We express our grati- tx tude to Judge Utley who refused to jail us on charges of larceny preferred li by the freshies. , . Other high spots reached that year included the hunger-strike at the fri. dining-hall over the dismissal of Miss Brennan, the purchase of an athletic iii? field, the kidnapping of our president hy the freshies, and our daring attempt li at rescue, and the sadness at the deaths of G. Stanley Hall and Edmund C. Sanford. So closed our second year. 'CA When we returned as juniors we found that during the summer the roof ' of the main building had collapsed and that a new auditorium was to be built. Our numbers had dwindled to fifty-two. The year was marked by no - important occasion, since our efforts were being concentrated on studies. Our lg ideas were taking shape and found expression in pseudo-intellectual theories, poems, and short stories, and in more and longer 'bull sessions at Malloy,s. xx Next to studies our chief occupation was the growth of mustaches. This l industry soon reached the stage where it became a toss-up between studies Y or soup-Strainers. Some of us might have decided unwisely had not latest 'Q reports from Spencer decreed smooth-shaven upper lips the style. So we spent our junior year studying, studying mustache-agriculture, ex- ly, pounding our theories and entertaining the pick', of Worcester's female L1 population. tc' And it came to pass that a third vacation passed. li- At last we were seniors numbering but forty-one-just one-half our size when we entered. How proudly we surveyed the campus and the buildings, he and the poor undergraduates! With what disdain we looked down upon K those worms, blissful in their ignorance, who still had such a long climb before they could reach Senior Heights! By now we had become masters in i the art of getting by . We knew the profs intimately, could forecast the -R questions to be asked at exams and did not need to study hard. How buoyant were our spirits and light our steps until the middle of the year when the idea struck us that soon we would possess diplomas-but no lik lm 1321

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i x leisure PAs'1'1cc1o 1112, cap and a bright red Bohemian tie to match! We shall never forget the scoffs, the jeers, the laughs we received while passing through the streets with our regalia. That first autumn was the most impressive in our entire college career. We were a lot of goggle-eyed freshmen, wondering what it was all about . There was a bewildering series of class-room lectures, intelligible and other- wise, of dining-hall dinners, laboratory periods, Y receptions, Fine Arts lecture courses, college plays, letters from home, gym classes, debates, Glee Club concerts, Clark Nightsi' and Bohemes. Soon we wondered not only what it was all about, but where we were. The rapid succession of events was beginning to overwhelm us. We saw that we must draw limiting lines, that our activities must be concentrated in channels most profitable and pleasant to us. As a novelty and help there came the fraternity rushing season. How thrilling it was to feel that you were being competed for by more than one fraternity, that they had especially devised rules and regulations to get men like you into their organization! The rushing season over, the select were subjected to initiation ceremonies unexcelled in their ingenuity and barbarity. Then came the great divisions in our class, socially and intellectually. The fraternities rivalled one with the other for the membership of the best students, or athletes, or the most talented, as the case may have been. Such fortunate individuals quickly made their choice, and henceforth were of their own separate camp. At the same time we were being oriented in our studiesg some going the precise mathematical way of science, others the romantic road of English and the fine arts, and some entering the newly created field of geography. Yet as a unit the class was organized under Bert Hooper an able leader. We were no mean class for, at the rope-pull which was to decide whether we were to wear the caps and ties for a month longer or else take them off immediately, under the captaincy of Long-Jim Kalijarvi we hauled the sophomores into University Pond and settled the matter in our favor. Clark was then in a period of adjustment. An administration of great prestige had been replaced by one of equal ability. There were the critics, and trouble-makers, and unfortunate incidentsg there was discussion df a merger with Tech, but matters were not pushed and Clark weathered the storm. The transfer of several esteemed professors to other colleges, and the death of the well-known Arthur Gordon Webster cast a gloom over the school. There was inaugurated a new marking system and the number of hours required for graduation was raised from IOS to l2O, thus making our class the first to go on the four-year schedule. ' That very unsettled first year was brightened by the first class banquet held in Boston. To avoid discovery by snooping sophs we secretly gathered at a downtown corner on a beautiful spring evening and boarded two busses. Expecting interference from the sophs we were armed with two-crates of pre- war eggs. Under the delusion that the informed sophs were aboard a trolley car which passed us in Marlboro some of our vigilant members who were practicing for the baseball team threw a few of the ancient and honorable eggs into the trolley. Blissfully we proceeded, little knowing that after a successful banquet at the Hotel Lenox we would be stopped by the police at Marlboro and released only after we had promised to pay the slight damage cost. The freshman year passed quickly with its never-to-be-forgotten first li in 'zfasiaff i331

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37' ,. ,LF ,,f ,Q , Ja, 7 a, a., l- If -f .f-71 .ijt if ltl.-inkP.-xs'1'1cc1o-11176 jobs! What to do? Outside of qualifying as inexperienced teachers we had no professional training, no trade, no employment bureau. Evidently the paddle of the rowboat was thrust in our hands, whether we will it or no. And we must paddle-upstream. We took stock of ourselves. Between meetings called by our president, Clark Stetson, and exhortations by the editor-in-chief of our year-book, Frank Graf, to turn in our writeups and prepare our pictures, we checked up on our Clark education. Our viewpoints had changed, they had become more mature and liberal. Our scope had widened and we were more receptive to new ideas. We could not help but feel that it was due largely to the efforts of our faculty that our intellect was sharpened and widened, and our current of thought diverted to deeper and better channels. To the faculty who cooperated so earnestly with us we extend our thanks. And in taking stock of ourselves we realized the enormous debt we owed to our parents for their sacrifices during these four meaningful years. Today, as we stand at the threshold of a new life, we are prepared to cope with whatever problems confront us. The benefits of our college educa- tion will never be estimated, but they are many and cannot but have their good results. And as we receive our diplomas, there is, in the hearts of each of us, a deep gratitude and appreciation of the sacrifices of our parents and a firm resolve to show them that their sacrifices were not in vain. X X if N X it .gig 172.gif JA, .-2.6 JA A A 1,341