Freshman Red Book 9 durance. In the fall rumors of improve- ments raised many hopes, and there was even seditious talk of going to breakfast, but few of us went that far. Then the menus began being posted, but this prac- tice degenerated into a little game where the kitchen staff tried to devise new and deceptive names for the standard dishes as fast as we could guess what the old names meant. In regard to compulsory athletics, there was very little we could do. In the summer we vainly tried to have our manip- ulations on the pinball machines and on the banks of the Charles count as athletic credit, and in the winter we played phantom squash, but for the most part the system was universal and unavoidable. In Freshman athletics the perplexing question is not How can we train the Freshmen most efficiently? but How can we be sure every Fresh- man is getting physical training? Yet it was this compulsory exercise that brought a single conformity to our disparate lives. Four times a week we trudged to the athletic field or gym, where, if we were weak, we could be strong, or, if we were strong, we could be stronger. Naturally we howled with anguish, but it was wonder- fully good for the peace of the soul. Our existence, however, was not all toil and strife, and, though we liked to write home about how hard we were work- ing, we had a good deal of leisure time to spend in conventional and unconventional ways. We had not been at Harvard for more than a week when at one of those traditional Harvard-Radcliffe teas the Rad- Wavren House, 5:01 P.M. Monday clifie girls opened and almost stunted our social life. Bemoaning the prospect of a eompanionless summer QWellesley did not open till fallj, we turned to the Harvard Provision Company for cheer and di- version. Yet here, as in almost 'all other aspects of our social life, we faced the task of adjusting ourselves to Boston: in Boston no liquor could be sold to miners. For many of us Boston was a bewildering city of strange places and stranger customs. There were some curious laws about no dancing on Sunday. The restaurants lacked glamour, the night clubs lacked good entertainmentg the newspapers lacked reliable news cov- age 5 and the book stores lacked popu- lar novels fwhieh were all in court getting d am n e d and bannedl. One ' day we got on the sobway to see the city itself, but besides the crooked alleys and Beacon Hill, there was on- ly Tea Wharf and the Old Howa1'd. We never got as far as Tea Wharf. So the summer passed: the three days of one hundred degree temperature, the humidity, and the hurricane. The Yard cop was no longer treated with awe- some respect, but became more a plaything or a challenge to be eluded and deceived. And whenever things get particularly dull, there were always Professor Hooton's un- predictable statements about women mak- ing better Presidents than men. Then suddenly it was fall, with the dread of first finals in our hearts. Our nonehalant enjoyment of life went by the board, and we started frantically to take notes, copy notes, borrow notes, or buy notes. There were strained, sleepless nights of cram-
”
Page 11 text:
“
F1-eslwnan Red Book ll. their Sophomore year. The Class of 1948 could now be a unit only in name, but never again in fact. Yet as the Freshman was five years ago, so is he today. The good old days oi' 'tbefo' the wah are really underneath little dilierent. Today the navy students march and countermareh in their bloodless battles in the yard to the rollicking rhythm of A-dil-ee-ip 2-3--ll Hip-2-3-4 ! But now, as always, the Freshman status is the same. Lounge lizards we still could be at noon, or night il' we so desired. We could rise listen to the radio, go to a show club, or simply indulge in the boisterous deviltry of youth. We were sensitive in spite of our sell'-confidence, a trifle careless and a trifle lazy. Although we were awake occasionally as long after the lights were lit as during the daytime, we failed to do all that was expected of us. A little exercise, some studying, and a good deal of loafmg and fun-that was about what we did during our Freshman year. We went through one oi' the most crucial pe- 1'iods of our lives, and yet we shall probably , 451' T Wgigi, '1Hopc I didn't wake you up remember it, not for its significance, but for the little things it brought-the thrill of our first Harvard cheer or the pleasant warmth of spring in the Yard. Little things, very intimate and very vivid, but things in which we shall always retain the charm and humanity of our first-and most memorable-year at college. C'est la guerre L CIGARETTES SORRY
Are you trying to find old school friends, old classmates, fellow servicemen or shipmates? Do you want to see past girlfriends or boyfriends? Relive homecoming, prom, graduation, and other moments on campus captured in yearbook pictures. Revisit your fraternity or sorority and see familiar places. See members of old school clubs and relive old times. Start your search today!
Looking for old family members and relatives? Do you want to find pictures of parents or grandparents when they were in school? Want to find out what hairstyle was popular in the 1920s? E-Yearbook.com has a wealth of genealogy information spanning over a century for many schools with full text search. Use our online Genealogy Resource to uncover history quickly!
Are you planning a reunion and need assistance? E-Yearbook.com can help you with scanning and providing access to yearbook images for promotional materials and activities. We can provide you with an electronic version of your yearbook that can assist you with reunion planning. E-Yearbook.com will also publish the yearbook images online for people to share and enjoy.