Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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We found ourselves working with uncommon dili- gence for a Resistentialist, and our lives became com- plicated by Donne, Spender, Eicbrodt, and too many cuts. The debating team rose to new heights under a man with a pipe, a chessboard, and a great dramatic sense. WERS-FM had grown old enough to shave, and LIGHT UP THE SKY toured with a success not at all surprising to Emersonians. The Prom finally arrived, and Joyce McLeod graced the Hotel Somer- set’s Louis XI R allroom as reigning queen. Emerson became accredited. Our degrees — those we were going to get in a year — looked like they might be sheepskin after all. e said “so-long” to a few men as a new war rose in the East. Jack-hammers had cut the esplanade, our unofficial campus, into huge chimks of ugly earth, as the construction company pounded the man- made park into a slick, quick highway — and over- head, jets roared their ironic disapproval of humanity. May Day honored Alice Cowley as its Queen, and Alice honored the day with her characteristic charm. Dean Jonathan W. French, Jr. became Acting Presi- dent of the College when Dr. Dewey was called upon to return to his duties at Lake Placid. We watched the city become wet with spring rains and take on a becoming fuzz of green, and the doors of our Junior year began to slide to their usual slow close. hile they were closing, we caught glimpses of the seniors who were graduating and we realized that we were next . . . we were next .... e w ere seniors. The last three years became a hazy shape of many happenings and many experiences . . . some pro- found. We looked back at the hazy shape, just for the record, but all we could make out was a montage of laughter, coffee, cigarettes, and lazily attentive conversations. The exceptions ser ed to prove the general rule. The yearbook got off to a fast, orderly start with schedules, deadlines, pictures, articles, snapshots, and meetings. Scholastic life goes on, and some tans are becoming darker; unhappily, only some. But tlien, some people spend more time in the sun, or tan more easily, than others. hether ’tis nobler,” was a long piece to remember, Reed is — for the second, de- served term — president of our class, and George is acting as official intermediary between us and the administration. We see heartache and unhappiness become more characteristic in the world we are about to enter, and ivhat to be becomes the question. We see failure, and yet we deny ourselves the simplicity of pessimism. e need not inherit the ability to fail. The people with the darkest tans will have to remain up front to protect those of us who fought the vaccinationary exposure. Unlimited cuts, caps and gowns, rings and invita- tions, remind us that our time here is at an end, and we hope to carry through our own Evolutions, re- membering to shout a “ hoa!” when future time seems to run out too fast. page seven