Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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SIGMA DELTA CHI Looking back at four happy and eventful years as Sigma Delts” at Emer- son makes it very difficult to say goodbye” to all the jolly times we had to- gether — but for consolation we always have our reminiscences. We can always remember and live again our hectic but happy days of be- ing rushed and Tea-d” at the Statler, and our even happier experience of be- ing pledged. We can laugh at the riotously funny Hell-night,” and we can still sense the fragrance of those lovely gardenia corsages which were presented to us at the impressive candlelight initiation. And then — that ultimate feel- ing of importance upon becoming full-lfedged members of the sorority. There are other things never to be forgotten — our weekly meetings on six” in our cozy smoker, those inevitable lively discussions and bull-sessions, and last but certainly not least, our glorious farewell in May to school and .sorority at our bang-up” formal at the Ritz. Yes, these are the things we can remember for many years to come, even though we have to say goodbye” to all of it now. And these things we will remember, for fond memories always linger on . . . First Ixow : Leven, Newman; Kruprer, President; Glazer. Sccoyut Foh ' : Walowit, Rico, Rosenfeld, Goldberpr. Page Twenty-nine

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Firi ' it Rofr: Schnurr. Kono, Bowman; Watt, President: Parks, N. Simpson. Secvvd liotv: Means, Brown. Niesz. 1. Sullivan, Bishop, Prentzel. Third Uoir: Morrison, Perry. Connor. Not in picture: (Jlencora Dow. PHI MU GAMMA Never a dull moment — our slogan! It really makes one wonder to look back even a year. There was the entertaining of the National President and the State Chairman which started ’4l-’42 off with a bang, and things just haven’t let up since. Then followed a Faculty Party (with the smoker still in its renovated state) and the initiation of Dr. Wiley and Mr. Wade as hon- oraries. By the way, did you go to the May dance last year — the one we put on with Phi Alpha Tau? We certainly hope you didn’t miss the presentation of all the new sorority members (we added nine last year — the Luau, you know). And farewell parties at the Lincolnshire — never liked farewells before! This year we surely do miss Andrus, Brendlin, Cox, Flill, and Wilson, and finally Miss Nancy Doble (sorry — we mean Mrs. Berbrick! ). But there’s our presentation of Mr. Connor (honorary of ours) with his Romeo and Juliet eve- ning, planned for the middle of February. And there are always teas and other things. Nothing dampens our spirits to the extent that we can’t enjoy one an- other’s company. And with Mrs. Anthony” still in our midst — well, need I say more? Page T ivenly-eight

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First Fair: Bird. Neighbors, Phelps, A. Simpson. Srcond How: Gardner. Swan; Dibble, President; El- dredjre. Third How: Urban, Carman. Gallison, Mathews, Allen. ZETA PHI ETA Zeta is a lot of things . . . Zeta was a lot of things this year. It was the tea we gave for our Alums last fall. We were all determined to impress them — and after the two-hour strain of acting like ladies, the only impression we had was that the Alums were a bunch of smoothies. Zeta was the rehearsal at 130 Beacon Street for Toy Theatre all day Sun- day, when the temperature was six above zero outside and two degrees colder inside. Susie looked as though she might at any moment start for her home in the sunny South. Neither cold nor fever could stop Pat from emoting beau- tifully at every rehearsal. Then came the big night. We presented our annual project of Zeta Toy Theatre, three one-act plays; and a melodramatic good time was had by all. Zeta was the meetings with Mimi looking supremely intelligent, Freda looking at her new red ankle-strap shoes, and Jane presiding with glamorous efficiency. It was the smoker at two every Saturday morning with half the crowd lounging in slacks, looking like Irving Nurick; and the other half look- ing distinctly like John Whitcomb, telling about their dates. Zeta wasn’t a name — it was a lot of things. Zeta is a lot of things . . . Pa e Thirty