Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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formed into a super-highway. These were momentous changes in the life of Emerson. The changes wrought in our own lives during two years of college life interested us more. For we had changed, we were sure of that. We felt different somehow — we felt like EMERSONIANS. We were ready to relate ourselves to the whole. Bridge, coffee and cuts. That ' s all, that ' s all, that ' s all. That ' s all college is. . . . We started our junior year feeling very cocky. The new Freshmen were mere babies who didn ' t yet know what it was all about. But we could tell them! Bridge, coffee and . . . but suddenly cuts weren ' t so funny anymore. After all, only one more year after this one and then . . . graduation . . . Junior activities took some of the bridge playing time ... we still needed the coffee, though. We had become realistic. We were in the period that accentuates tempo, and our tempo was pretty fast. So many things to do and so little time to do them. We started making plans for our yearbook, we made arrangements for our Junior Prom. One of the most vitalized pictures which we will remember is of our lovely queen, Marjory Perkins (now Mrs. Roche) reigning at the Parker House Roof. We assumed a larger share in the activities of the school at large. Two of our classmates, Les McAllister and Marje Perkins, held important offices in the Student Government. Other juniors became leaders in the religious organizations, the fraternities and sororities, and the ' Berkeley Beacon 7 We were prominent, too, on WERS, in debate, and in Mrs. Kay ' s productions. Our own Prom wasn ' t our only pause for relaxation. There was the Interclass Dance, the Zeta Musical, and the Alpha Pi Theta Courtyard Fair. Everybody went to the Berkeley Beacon Party to have Knickie tell his fortune. Those fortunes were encouraging for the future, which for us was beginning to look terribly important. We paused for reflection . . . Emerson wasn ' t the same without Mr. Kenney. The halls didn ' t echo with whoas anymore and the freshmen weren ' t scared into submission . . . Mr. Connor ' s absence saddened us — Phi Alpha Tau held a Joe Connor Day and presented Mr. Connor with a plaque in token of our esteem for him, — we winked back the tears. A brighter occasion was Hand Me Down Day, when our own Pat Collins was crowned as May Queen. Then there was Commencement. We sat up and took notice because next time it would be us. We didn ' t know quite how to feel. Our ratio of values had been changing; we had reached realism. Would wo achieve artistry? Now we were Seniors; we had reached the final stage of our evolution. We didn ' t feel ready for it somehow. We didn ' t think that we had magnanimity of atmosphere , nor were we ready to be obedient to our art. But we were determined to make the most of our last year. We elected our May Queen, Pat Collins, as our class president. Joe Falzone was made Editor of the EMERSONIAN. And the annual struggle of classes vs. cuts began again. The struggle was even more bitter because cuts just weren ' t allowed. Even if we weren ' t ready for magnanimity of atmosphere, we realized that the school as a whole was well on its way to achieving it. The radio department gained new vigor as Mr. Dudley resumed his position as its head. Soon it was campaigning for funds for a bigger voice. We were all happy to welcome back Dr. Justus McKinley. Dr. McKinley Had served as head of our history department for several years. When Jonathan French resigned, Dr. McKinley returned to become our President. As soon as mid-year exams were over, graduation loomed near. And what would we do after that? That question haunted us. It overshadowed our fun and made every other problem seem insignificant. It led us to look beyond Emerson. It led us to consider how well prepared we were to face the world we had to enter so soon. Most of us felt a terrifying sense of inadequacy. We had not achieved artistry during our college years. Perhaps we would atta in it in later years. Page Seven

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