Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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JUNIORS “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp Or what’s a Heaven for?” — Browning.

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THE EMERSONIAN 1934 The President’s Message HIS STORY OF OUR HISTORY In 1630 John Winthrop marched his little ban d of men and women out on this neck of land called Shawmut or Trimountaine and started a settlement that he named Boston after the town in Lincolnshire, England. They had no auto road maps, or even college year books to guide and cheer their wandering ways. The band were Puritans, not Separatists. They were reformers: but as there was nothing here to reform they had to create new laws for beating Hades. History records that their first pious act was to fall on their knees; after which they fell on the Aborigines. They did other acts as godly as the first, and as godless as the second: such as establishing town meetings, and fixing taxes — which would not stay fixed but have been skyplaning ever since, even unto the reign of our last Grand Sachem. They banished unruly members, ducked gos- sips, put bibulous men in the stocks, executed witches, cut down the maypoles of merrymakers, and raised cain, generally. Time passed; a way it has. Then exactly three centuries later, when Bos- ton had grown to man size in 1930, came another band who trod the devious and winding paths that Goodman Winslow’s wandering calf marked out in its wobbly progress from Faneuil Hall to Copley Square; and there they camped. First they fell on their knees, on the marble steps of Huntington Chambers; and then they fell on the faculty, whose hair they have raised ever since. From far and near they came to this — home of the bean and the cod, Where the Cabots speak only to Lowells, And Lowells speak only to God. Then in the last year of their sojourn they moved their encampment bodily and permanently to the Promised Land on the bank of the Charles, where they left it in the capable hands of the sponsors of this book: a company no less distinguished for its creative purpose than those who came in 1630 and 1930. Just what history the class of 1935 will start remains for a more prophetic and worthy recorder than the humble and happy writer of these lines, who closes the first year of his leadership, as 1935 pushes 1934 off the embankment into very deep water. Ave to one, Vale to the other! Harry Seymour Ross, President. I 20 ]

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THE EMERSONIAN 1934 JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS President . Louise Monroe Vice-President . June Hamblin Secretary Bernice Jainchill T reasurer . Catherine George Junior Class History “ And this class, thirty-five, will be, As you will see, Eternal pride of E. C. O.” The class of ’35 approached the junior year — the hardest and the happiest of our college career — with high hopes and plans for making our Year Book and our Junior Week the best in the history of Emerson. Under the able di- rection of our president, Louise Monroe, we appointed committees and set to work. Alas for our confidence! The seniors escaped us on Sneak Day, and we had to admit defeat. Determined to wipe out the black mark, we opened our Year Book cam- paign with a tea dance which somewhat redeemed our reputation. From there, we plunged into Junior Week and completely reestablished our position with a mock opera, “The Mystery of the Wax Museum,” and a memorable Prom. The Prom, held at the Crystal Ball Room of the Hotel Kenmore, contrived to be that happy but rare combination, a social and a financial success. By way of climax, our class achieved a record number of students on the Dean’s List.