Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Our junior plays were Family Portrait, Oat of the Frying Pan and The Two Orphans. In May Lois Allard was crowned May Queen at the annual Dance Drama. When senior year opened just a few short months ago, we paused to glance backward, and to remember the many classmates who had left us for various reasons — chief among these being the war. Then we turned to the work of our final college semesters, a bit older, a bit more serious, with Lois Allard as our President. One of the most important of all Emerson traditions, the Old English revival play, was continued as we presented Mach Ado Aboat Nothing early in December. And now, in caps and gowns, we plan distractedly for our Commencement activities, we whisper about Sneak Day, we work feverishly on our class annual — in fact, we do anything at all to keep from facing squarely the knowledge that soon the recital tea, the Commencement plays, and the Baccalaureate ad- dress will be only memories, and we will be out in the cold, cold world.” We have worked, played, and laughed together. Many changes in the school, as well as in the world, have come about during our college years. We, too, have changed; we are a bit less casual, a little more realistic than we were, for we know what we must face. Say we’re graduating, but add: College was fun!” Page Seventeen

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY When the class of 1943 came to Emerson College as brash young fresh- men, we thought of the war, then just beginning, as a disaster which might never touch us in any way. That was in the fall of ’39, but our college life be- gan normally enough with Frosh-Soph Night, and our hilarious attempts to en- tertain the sophomores. Part of class record will always be the performances of Little Audrey,” Olive, Martha-Jane, and Laurie. There were six class of- fices to be won, and by dint of much audacious and ingenious campaigning, the men captured five of these positions, led by President Dick Kilbourne. When that horror of horrors, our first exam period, rolled around, the ubiquitous Nick Stantley devised a sugar coating for the bitter pill. We pooled our limited re- sources of hard-won knowledge in cramming sessions known as Mid-Year- lings.” Nick later pointed with pride to the fact that every student who made Dean’s List that semester had been present at those glorified auctions of in- formation. We now take our fine Drama Workshop so much for granted that it is a slight shock to remember that our freshman play (The Distaff Side) and panto- mimes (The Tale of a Royal Vest and The Organ Grinder) were presented in the Lee Auditorium at the Pioneer Hotel. As Paris fell in the spring of ’40, we said good-bye to our freshman year and to several of our prominent classmates. When we returned that fall we felt that we had grown up — we were sophomores! Now it was our turn to illustrate How to Torture Your Friends” at Frosh-So ph Night. We had risen to the level of One- Act Plays, and this year our public productions were pre- sented in the new Theatre. The sophomores, under the leadership of Class President Bob Lord, sponsored a Valentine Hop at which we all wore our hearts on our sleeves — literally. On December eighth, when we were juniors, the entire student body sat silently in the Theatre and listened on the radio to President Roosevelt’s speech declaring war on Germany and Japan. The war, which had seemed so vague and distant, now came into the Theatre and stood beside each one of us as the National Anthem was played. The men in our class began to leave one by one. The activities which had once seemed so vital became relatively insig- nificant. But the gayest social event of the year, the Junior Prom, was as gay and glittering as ever. Jane Dibble made a most efficient Prom chairman — and also a most charming Prom Queen, with Bunny Bowman and Jackie Kinney, Class President, as her attendants. Page Sixteen

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First Kow : Kono, M. Sullivan: N. Simpson, Prcsidont : Semonian. Srrovd I (nr : Herzop, Henich. Hil- lery. Crowley. Goldl)cr r, Leven, HolFman. Prentzel, I-lrassil. Third How: Sclib. Bishoj), Gallison, Bidwell, Means, Roscnfeld, R. Thompson. Cooper, Spound. Not in picture: Barnahy Smith. JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY This is the unfinished symphony of the Junior Class — unfinished because there are only three movements: the allegro, andante, and scherzo. The finale is yet to come. In music, the vs ' ord allegro denotes a brisk or sprightly passage, and that is truly descrip- tive of our freshman year conducted by President John Sheehan and his cabinet. This was a year composed of happy pizzicatos originating in the Inter-Class Dance at the Hotel Sheraton, the unsubdued innovations of the sophomores’ Fresh-Soph Night, our guileless efforts in the cause of frustrated art (remodelling the smoker), our proud gift of a radio-victrola to the college, and that dynamic trip to Provincetown! Our sophomore year ushered in the second movement of our college symphony — the andante, marking a moderate onward progression still under the capable baton of John Shee- han. On Fresh-Soph Night it was our turn to create a discordant note among the freshmen, while we took a rest. But we overlooked their unharmonic improvisations, and gave them a Snowball Dance in the theatre. In Public Productions we presented the dramatic three-act play Night Over Taos. ” In this year we lost many of our members to the armed forces, in- cluding our popular President. The symphony is now in its third movement, the scherzo, led by Class President Barnaby Smith. This scherzo, however, is not of the traditional sportive character, for a serious note has crept in. We produced Key Largo, and Heart of the City” which was presented at Army camps. The scherzo quickly skips to the climactic Junior Prom, and then the melody suddenly stops in this our junior year. The symphony is still unfinished, but perhaps our former classmates will be able to come back in time for the finale next year, for without them the symphony will be incomplete for- ever. Page Eightee-,