Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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The EMERSONIAN for 19 4 0 IN MEMORIAM Betty Sauer Died October 26, 1938 Flower in the crannied wall I pluck you out of the crannies I hold you here, root and all, in my hand. Little flower — but if I could un- derstand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should understand what God and man is. T ennyson. r 27 ]

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‘ The EMERSONIAN for 1940 ■ Lawrence Edson Rochester, New York A.B. Larry Phi Alpha Tau: Emersonian Photographic Staff; Dean’s List. “Ardent lover of Pope ' s Pier- ian Spring.’ having achieved much more than a taste of it. ' Ruth Wood Cranston, Rhode Island B.L.I. “ Woodie ” Zeta Phi Eta, President 3; Stu- dent Government Representative 1,2; Vice President Student Gov- ernment 4; President Junior Class; Emersonian Sales Manager: Dean’s List. The expansive range of a harp is hers — each vibrating chord a crisp bright emotion. This coupled with her indelible love for living makes her a pulsating personality.’’ Anne Linscott Swampscott, Massachusetts B.L.I. Senior Recitals. “Her power for quiet participa- tion in our hectic ‘seniority’ makes her not a visitor, but an ally whose unruffled presence lends a stability we too often lack. Elizabeth Pierce True Weymouth, Massachusetts A.B. Betty “A quiet rich source of ability that has been proven many times, and humor that is quick and and clear.’’ I 26 ]

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T h e EMERSONIAN for 1940 We’ve been waiting a long time to write a story of these last four years. It all began in the middle of September, 1936, when we first stepped inside that grilled doorway and were confronted by the chaste beauty of our classic staircase. It was then we realized how much a threshold might mean to us. We soon became acquainted with what went on in the class rooms — strange things and new — much older than we expected. And then we decided that as we grew, Emerson would change around us. You see, it was not that we loved the place less, but simply that it came to matter so soon that we wanted a feeling of taking part of it along with us. Selfish, perhaps, but kids are like that, and we were kids, sixteen or eighteen then. T hose years have gone more in the fashion of a movie calendar ' s flipping pages than in any other way. We were freshmen. Leslie Howard played “Hamlet” that year. Roose- velt had been in office for four years and six months. Our country was in a period of colossal construction. Everyone was telling us that it looked like a bright 1940. We thought so, too. Freshman-Sophomre night and our Inter- Class dance initiated us, and we were soon confronted by a class pantomime which progressed as though inspired. We got enough of a taste of night re- hearsal and curtain call to request an advanced pantomime course the next year. 1 28 ]