Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Robert K. Hill President William E. Munroe Vice President Helen A. McDonald Secretary Robert C. Tull Treasurer At the halfway mark of the century we seniors view ourselves in the mirrored face of Time ' s own clock, eager and determined to fulfill our ambitions. We do not expect easy achivement, but we are optimists who know the best in life awaits us if we create our opportunities and use them wisely. Before we leave our college, we pause to reflect that we sh uld cele- brate 1950, both individually and as a class, by showing the world the best the Emerson tradition can offer. There is a subtler quality than technical proficiency. Call it magnanimity of atmosphere or what you will. It is ours for the taking, and each of us will absorb it, mold it, until one day our associates may say, There goes a sincere, an understanding, a kind person, who wears his learning gracefully, without patronage to anyone. There was once a time when the thir- teen brownstone steps of 130 Beacon Street were new and wonderful. There was a time when the open door, the bright hallway, and the lazy old clock were strange and different. And at this time we were unaccustomed and untried, eager and assured. You hailed us as Tomorrow.” We answered, Make it so. There was once a time when . . . Oh, Young Lochinvar has come out of the west . . Drop your lower jaw, boy, and give me a whoa.” Remember the fun of haz- ing? O.K. you Maggots, give us a song and dance!” The class elections: WIN With Wilson,” Moe For Vice.” There were other voices. Listen. Albeit by way of digression, Suffice it to say, this is a microphone.” Learn to love the daisy.” Who likes Saroyan?” There’s a chill in the air.” Growing pains in the Radio Department. Pains in the Drama Workshop, too, with a little thing called The Golden Falcon. We started the Emerson Col- lege Choir. With Paul Mundt we created the Berkeley Beacon. And didn’t we help launch WECB? All this was only yesterday. There was once a time when we were Sophomores and felt secure as Emersonians. There were new class rooms in 126 Beacon