Farmingdale State College - Islander Yearbook (Farmingdale, NY)

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Familiar faces, possibly reluctant to emerge from their summer hibernation, but surely eager to see old friends, peeped over, around and between massive throngs. Financial matters were settled and class programs were distributed. With dismal awe those parties concerned found out that the lower tech campus was still in existence. The mechanics of the dormitories were once again functioning with one exception-there were no senior girls to be found. After much research on the part of numerous scouts its was reported that all senior dorm students of the female species were hiding out in town. Sad, but it had its compensations, or so said the senior girls. Freshmen were greeted and treated by the upperclassmen and soon shed the title of worm, hung up their dinks and became mem- bers of the Institute family. Again the whistle sounded and the old pigskin was kicked into action to take the beating of its life. Through rain, rain, rain and more rain the class, mud up to their ears, saw another season of spirited tournaments on the football field. Between football games and classes we found time to venture far into the back woods of Wyandanch and invade a once peaceful little business establishment, better known as the Chateau. You didn't have to sprechen sie Deutsch to know its red-faced proprietor with a heart of gold meant business when he rasped, HCHILDRUN! YOU GOT TO BE GOOT OR OUDT YOU GO. But Aggies will be Aggies and a good time was had by all.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTCRY When the class of '56 invaded the academic groves of LIATI, we were greeted royally by Director Knapp with a tea in the Rose Garden, open-heartedly by the Student Council with a chicken barbecue, and hard-handedly by the Senior Class with a Hazing Program. We lined up outside the bookstore with money iangling in our pockets-and by the time we exited past the cashiers, with armloads of books, slide rules, dental instruments, banners, and souvenirs, only our nerves were iangling. Beanies and Student Handbooks were the uniform of the day. The serene autumn stillness of the campus was regularly shattered by off-key renditions of the Alma Mater, done to the imperious commands of sophisticated Seniors. Somehow, we survived Orientation and Hazing, with the promise to ourselves that we would do things differently. Our roommates became our buddies or enemies-as fate and room assignments would have it. About this time, we began to appreciate Mom and her home cooking, despite the best efforts of Crotty Brothers, Incorporated. However, the lines at the Dining Hall never did get any shorter. Freshman year was over before you could say Spring Festival. And there's so much to remember from that first year-but we'll wait and tell that story to our grandchildren. It was another lazy day in September when Senior class registra- tion was held. Last year's freshmen were now seniors. Yes, we had made the grade!

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