Goucher College - Donnybrook Fair Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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We watched the world change an the news-maps . . . . . . and burruwed time and money fur theatre and muvius 27

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where Charles Street broadens into a grand con- course. Here we changed at Greenmount for the Sherwood gardens and the Homeland bus. North- bound on Charles Street, Coucher rode into the territory of suburban Baltimore. Steering us into the midst of the commercial city, the downtown bus-trip brought a elose-up 0f the incongruous features of Baltimore, whose irregular profile we had seen from the top floors of Coucher. The Charles Street bus ran the gamut through the living center of the town, and on our way to a National Symphony concert at the Lyric, we heard the Baltimore prelude to Beethoven,s Seventh in the hurIy-burly of North Avenue traHic and the Pennsylvania Railroad roar. Beyond the showroom and gas station district loomed the Belvedere where sounded the brasses that we danced to, Opulent in evening wear. Sunday bells on Mount Vernon Place calling us to church chimed across the monumental square where we had walked on weekdays to the doors of the Peabody Conservatory of Music and the Walters Art Gallery. Just a little beyond the monument where the small shops begin, we buzzed for Franklin Street. Frivolous in mood7 0r studious by necessity, as the case might be, we either walked a block and sat down with a good book in Pratt Library; or we walked three blocks and seated ourselves in Fordis Theatre to watch a new play try-out for Broadway. From there on, Charles Street narrowed into the business district. On Lexington, main street of the city proper, trafhc Snme went duwntnwn tn others In study at Pratt shnp . . . lights reflected 011 wet, crowded pavements, and traHic horns mingled with the fog horns from the near water-front. Down-at-the-heels venders emerged from areaways t0 proffer shoe-strings and bouquets to the well-dressed Coucher girl. Hochschilds, Hutzlers and Stewarts stood together disputing for the Coucher market, vying for our pink checks with window displays of collegiate fashion. Keiths, the Hippodrome and the Century were ready to collect whatever change was left from the shopping costs; and in the absence of the price of admission to movieland, there was at least bus fare enough, with a two-trip slip, to ride self- righteously back to the hooks. From the height of Mount Vernon Place, the absurdly Victorian roofs of Vingolf and Fensal showing above the far tree tops, marked out Goucher 0n the uptown landscape. We got a per- spective 0n Goucher, riding back up Charles Street through the city that encompasses the college, on the bus that was such a disturbing element when it impeded our hurried way to an eighty-thirty class; the bus whose screeching airbrakes violated the library silence and upset our nightly dreams. But even as it disquieted life on campus, the bus noise was the voice that invited Coucher to join in the life of the town. And7 nearing the familiar brownstone house on the corner of Charles and Twenty-third Street, we pulled the signal cord and stepped out at this Coucher College that is7 through the courtesy of the Charles Street bus line, an active part of old Baltimore.

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Weekly. Seated: B. Borwick, B. Ferris, R. Landesman, D. Greenherg, S. Fineman, J. Gardner, 5. Barman, B. Fox, E. Kramer, S. Brach, G. Semen, G. Yampolsky. Kneeling: H. Townsend, B. Connolly, R. Levine, L. Schrank, B. Bernstein, D. Elliott, S. Harris, E. Apter, N. Left, D. Wofsey, D. Jaffe. Standing: J. Martin, H. Jasper, A. James, E. Accles, J. Grossman, R. Crothers, EA Katz, F. Heilig, J. Swire, M. Holteen, D. Lipsitz, C. Rosen, D. Foreman, J. Keven. Weekly, on Wednesday Mnrninq . . . . typewriters in the Smoke-House, first Hoor front, reeled off accumulated scoops and straight news stories onto the bright yellow copy sheets of Coucher,s Paper. On Thursday, the dummy lay in state upon the oval green table while columns of proofs were cut, juggled and finally pasted into a f ront page layout that was a journalistic triumph. No news was the only bad news. Yet, while it was often difficult to dig a feature story from the routine of college life, on Friday morning mail boxes were crowded with W eeklies. We called W eekly an organ for the expression It had been a rather high- sonnding and meaningless appellation until this of student opinion. year,s editor forced the main campus issues into print. But our newspaper staff did more than express itself editorially. In the first term days of ttthird ternf7 argument W eekly tossed fuel on the local political conflagration when it spon- sored a straw vote for President. If, in actuality, Mr. Roosevelt won, it was not Coucher,s fault. Nor was Weekly to be chided because Mr. 28 Willkie led on their make-believe ballot. The Hobby Show in Coucher Hall rotunda so amused us between classes and so impressed us with the preoccupations of our fellow students and faculty, that it didn7t much matter when, at the last minute, Weekly forgot to announce the winner of their project. In forty-forty-one, the Weekly Flag read: Editor-in-Chief, Jean L. Koven; Associate Editor, Grace Semon; Managing Editor, Doris Foreman; News Editor, Dorothy Elliot; Business Manager, Selma Brach; Advertising Manager, Dorothy Lipsitz; Circulation Manager, Gertrude Yampolsky. Quarterly . . . . . . the creations of Coucherk literary artists were gathered within the covers of Kalends, ttmonthlyii There was no dearth of con- tributors as had plagued past editors. Unlike W eekly, the problem before the Editorial Board of the magazine was selection rather than collection in name only. of material. But when aspace did not permit the inclusion of all copy, as it seldom did, the Kalends9