Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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LET NOT KNOWLEDGE HALT HERE PURSUE IT

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PREFACE On the following pages you may note the activities of more than six hundred Emerson students, and the achievements of the graduating class of nineteen sixty- two. Far more is reflected here than is apparent to the casual reader, and much more is implied. These pages, pictures, and covers are an obelisk beneath which is buried the memory of our youth; the first third of our lives. This was an era devoted to the completion of our formal education. Graduation appears to many of us to be the end of a period which permitted freedom to slowly and often painfully determine values to live by, and then granted the luxury of time for the exami- nation of tentative conclusions. It is sad too, in looking back, that we must admit the years have gone by too quickly and so unnoticed. If, then, this yearbook proclaims to those who read it and to us the end of questioning, then it must also mark the end of existence as men. If we clothe ourselves in the shroud of prejudice, lethargy, and apathy, then the whole of our lives may one day be recorded in a volume far slimmer than this. Our book must show us our responsibility to be consciously, constantly, eagerly, and earnestly aware of the world about us. Let us cherish and try to understand every moment of our lives. Stephen Barry Y oung

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Mr. Kenneth C. Crannell DEDICATION We were four years younger. We knew so much, then. 1962 was four years hence; it might have been forty. Now we’ve grown, and now we leave. We re- member first impressions. New friends, small rooms, and large assignments. We remember our initial confrontation with tasks that seemed beyond our means, with more responsibility than we had ever known. Somehow, those tasks were done. We also recall a curious, overwhelming desire to be every- where at once, to do everything at once, and to be more than ourselves. And we acknowledge a grow- ing sense of discipline within us. It is in appreciation of and for this new-found maturity that we, the Class of 1962, dedicate our yearbook to a man who de- manded that we meet his requirements, and in so doing, taught us to meet life’s requirements. We dedicate this yearbook to a man who taught us to be someone else, that we might learn to be ourselves. And most of all, we dedicate this yearbook to a com- passionate man who has given us his understanding. We the Class of 1962 dedicate this yearbook to our friend, Kenneth C. Crannell. 7