Framingham State University - Dial Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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HISTORY Framingham State Teachers College was an exciting and unfamiliar place to Susan Smith and Priscilla Logan that September day in 1938, as they looked eagerly around at the campus, its summer calm broken: a chaotic scene of departing parents, strangers milling about and upperclassmen calling greetings to one another across the green oval in front of Dwight Hall, where the two girls had met a few minutes before. The first maze of activities that marked Registration, and the bewildering events of the days that followed brought Priscilla and Susan more closely together in a friendship that grew with their years at college. Sue enrolled as an Elementary, commuting student, and Priss became an H. A. with a room in Peirce Hall. The senior-freshman sing in Horace Mann living room that first Saturday evening, the now historic hurricane that swept across the campus late the following Wednesday, leaving buildings, trees, and even students somewhat shattered, the odd socks, pigtails, shower towels worn toga fashion, and huge name-placards of Initiation Week, the Senior Tea for the freshmen in the midst of that hectic week when senior sisters became again for a brief time those friendly, sympathetic oracles who had aided the two girls during Registration, the club drives, new acquaintances, and classes-all these jumbled together formed the two girls' remembrances of their first autumn at the college. They thrilled to the music of the Hampton Singers and went-gaily, if a bit un- certainly-to Harvard-Yale Week-end fthe Mock-Man Dance, the hockey game, basketball, and the alumnae matchj. By Christmas, with can everwidening circle of friends among their classmates, the upperclassmen, and the faculty, Priss and Sue felt, although almost unaware of the emotion, that they belonged at Framingham. After Mid-Years, which proved to the two that all play and no work did indeed make Jill a dull girl, they drew a long breath and plunged into their second semester's work with the firm resolve-all too soon broken-really to do some studying every night. Because the Assembly Hall was closed for repairs after the hurricane, a Fine Arts Costume Ball, held off campus, replaced the annual Fine Arts Play. Stunt Night also had to be postponed until the following year. Spring brought to Priss and Sue the unforgettable memory of the Sophomore May Day chapel, when, against the background of the spruces of Chalmers Theater and the soft pastels of daintily gowned attendants, classmates, and former May Queens, the lovely sophomore May Queen was crowned with a wreath of flowers, and seated on a red and gold throne. Pops, finals, a goodbye-and the freshman year at college was finished. We play and sing,-at Harvard-Yale,-at Senior Class Night.

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Emily Climo, President Anna Eclcer, Vice-President Charlotte Lane, Secretary Margaret Clare, Treasurer A M 1 'T' il N Q' we 4 if ' N A A ,l4i mmf-S in CLASS OFFICERS

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Sue and Priss returned to Framingham the following September, greeted their friends of the previous year, and with a little more dignity and self-assurance began their sophomore year. They cheered their classmates and laughed at the faculty at the Student Coop Field Day in mid-October. Their first A'Kempis formal in December left them a bit breathless, later they applauded madly at Stunt Night, when their class presented Ferdinand the Bull in a gay Spanish fiesta. Preparations for May Day crowded swiftly on the heels of Stunt Night, but the early and efficient planning by the class with faculty advisor, Miss Carter, made the tremendous amount of worlc involved an exciting, instead of hectic affair. Sue toolc the part of Thoreau, and Priss was Mrs. Emerson in a play depicting May Day in Concord in the 187O's. Their class was honored to have as a guest during the pageant, Mrs. Eliza Williams Porter, the oldest living graduate of the school. After the excitement of May Day, life at school seemed monotonous. Final exams brought their own par- ticular stimulus, however, and closed the second year of life at Framingham. Another September, and Sue and Priss were once again caught up in the familiar whirl of activities on the hill. Their class began the now-accepted custom of Junior Week-end, a time for fun and comradeship, ending with a brealcfast after church on Sunday morning. Armed with lesson plans and illustrative material, and with no little trepidation in their hearts, the two went forth presently to teach in practice classes: Sue to the Training School for eight weelcs, and Priss at various schools in nearby towns for a full semester. Following their exams in January, when both girls attempted to cram four months' studying into four nights' time, Priss entered Croclcer for house practice. Stunt Night in 1941 was memorable, for the junior class won the coveted award with a cabaret slcit, including the old Turlcey Trot and the newest Rhumba. ln June there was the Prom with Peirce Hall dining room transformed into an old-fashioned garden. Then that year, too, was gone. 9, 5 4, When September, 1941 came, Sue and Priss were seniors. It was now their turn to malce things a little easier and a little happier for the bewildered freshmen, except during initiation Weelc when they assumed the traditional lordly and condescending air toward the lowly creatures. Freshmen Court had never seemed so amusing as it did during the trial of senior sister Mr. Sullivan, fwho had entered Framingham the same We become Teachers of Tots, Domestic Scientists, Kitchen Mechanics.