Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Street. Does the Espie know about our new Snack Bar?” There was a new History Depart- ment. What is it with these basketball players? It’s the cheerleaders we came to see.” Then there was the time a German II class was lectured half a period in French. This out- Herods Herod.” Tears a passion to tatters, to very rage.” What else are they saying? Something will be done by sundown today. ' Muscle in wit McGoon.” And there was a time for sadness with the loss of Mr. Shaw. Even this was only yesterday. There was once a time when the only important thing was a Junior Prom. Wow! Adele Wentzell, Prom Queen! How about that?” Now, our first assignment is Henry I V, Part I, which is a play by Shakespeare.” There were new passageways cut between the buildings. Someone wrote a poem in the Berkeley Beacon and circulation jumped tremendously. Somebody at rehearsal kept shouting, Give me something! I want red meat!” There was our year at the Dance Drama. Rita Dorfman, . . . she is typical of all that is Emerson; she was our queen.” Good job by Student Government getting that con- stitution together. Someone started our flour- ishing Debating Team. This was only yes- terday. Today is a time of changes. Dr. Dewey has replaced Dr. Green, who left us for the University of the South. WERS-FM is on the air. Dodsworth, Othello, Winterset, State of The Union, and Playwright’s Workshop keeping the workshop busy. So you think you can teach, do you.” Now, Shakespeare ' s minor plays should not be confused with his others, which are called major plays.” Time to order caps and gowns, invitations, and class rings. Time for the Senior Prom. Time to get out a Yearbook. This is it. You have had four years to learn. Now go practice, taking from us what you can and leaving to us what we can remember.” All that remains is tomorrow. Once there was a time for us. A time for our laughter and our tears. Once there was a time when we were a part of this. Now we are gone. Tomorrow, who will stand under the lazy clock in the bright hallway and listen for us. Who will remember?

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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

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ELLEN LOUISE ADES BORN: Mt. Vernon, New York DEGREE: A.B. MAJOR. English MINOR: Speech ACTIVITIES Public Productions (2); WECB Staff (3); Dean’s List (3); Dormitory House Committee (2, 3); Kappa Gamma Chi(l, 2, 3), President (3) ; Berkeley Beacon Staff (2), Editor-in-Chief (3); International Relations Club (2). SPIRITED . . . the dance of typewriter keys ... a story ... a poem . . . the nervous energy of a bunny rabbit ... a grand slam in bridge. DOROTHY GEORGIA AHLES BORN: Rome, New York DEGREE: A.B. MAJOR: Radio MINOR: English Also studied at Edgewood Park J unior College, Briarcliff Manor, New York ACTIVITIES WECB Staff (3);S.C.A. (4); WERS(4). PETITE . . . quiet dignity ... a ready wit that springs forth at the slightest provoca- tion . . . dependable in friendship. 22 I