Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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C ■ ince September of 1947, one hundred people have remained together as a body striving toward one goal — graduation. Here in their last year of 1951 they have joined together to perform their last official act — dedication of their only material possession of these four years. . . . What is really meant by this dedication? First, let us consider that one of the great meaningful traditions of Emersonians is to leave their book to a member of the Emerson family. This dedication, therefore, must contain a good deal of thought by the graduates before deciding. Affec- tion, respect, and admiration must come from the class prompted by the qualities of friendship, leadership, and character the recipient shows. This year we have chosen someone who is one of the most perfect examples of an Emersonian. One who is not only a credit to the College but whose character reflects in this year’s graduating class. One who has truly, although young in years, presented an ideal character to us, helping us to develop our own personalities. One of whom we are very, very proud; one who has been one of us. And so with this dedication goes our desire that in some small way it may strengthen her in continuing on with her work, helping to turn out intelligent, free-thinking men and women. We hope that she will accept this gift as we have given it — — For everything you have striven; for everything you have given. We thank you . . . 3r a need cine C rowii e v

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(J t’s 1951 and we seniors have got to go out and apply a feu band-aids to a badly — ' battered world. It won’t be a snap course but it ' s about time someone did some- thing about it. There are sixteen steps that ought to fit somewhere in this operation. Probably a good job of literary analysis” would be the best thing to start with. We will have to keep taste” and ratio of values” constantly in mind. We can put to use a gift that is typically Emerson; creative atmosphere.” Looking at the job that has to be done and seeing its magnitude, we can see that the most important step will be obedience to purpose.” Our Emerson heritage is one that fits us well for this or any other job. Learning is ours to use modestly and wisely. May we remember this and answer, Here,” with a mental X-voice. eptember, 1947; we drove by the college three times before we saw it. We entered ■ — - and stepped cautiously into the newness of everything. This was college and we were here — finally. There was a clock in the hall and it quietly, calmly ticked; not particularly at us; it just ticked. We walked past the clock and down the stairs to find catacombs and strange people, who didn’t seem to care what they said or did. We were new then; so long ago ... or was it? A little guy named Smith with a crew haircut became president of our class. A short man with glasses and curly hair began telling us wh at had happened to Western Civiliza- tion since 1215. And one member of our class had already started doing The Birches for all of his P.O.E. classes. Hazing rolled around and we had to cry like a baby”. The Bells and Kipling’s Recessional were fighting for most disliked poem. We met a slim man with a stern face and a deep voice who always got our respect for some reason that none of us could quite define. All these people and things, we met, and tried so hard to understand. The clock was still ticking when we became sophomores; we found it was our turn to haze. Things were familiar now and could we have looked like that when we were freshmen?” Our catacombs became passageways and we didn’t have to go out in the rain any longer in order to go to classes in the other buildings. Beowulf made his mark and was followed by all sorts of Englishmen who wrote stuff. We discovered the loud sigh and were initiated into the intricacies of the West End Clinic. The drama department was its usual exhilarating self with such plays as The Inspector General, Francesca da Rimini, and The Taming Of The Shrew. We tried to learn to say Mrs. Kilham” instead of Miss Scalise.” Our debating team debated its first debate. The student government was having its trials and tribulations and with Noc Wright we founded a radio fraternity called Rho Delta Omega. Was it so long ago that all of these things happened? The clock ticked its immortality and we found that we were the Junior Class. Dr. Green took the Vice-Chancellor’s position at the University of the South and Dr. Dewey became our new president. The people who had once hazed us were seniors and we hoped that Page six