Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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SENIORS Chal- ter II HE senior write-ups, which appear in the next few pages, have a story behind them, and some introduc- tion is obviously necessary before they can be appre- ciated in their true spirit. A hirge number of seniors were asked to write up one or two of their class, and the resulting effusions handed in to the editor were for the most part sickening eulogies and panegyrics. We learned, for example, that one of our number was a colossal figure, that another was a Great Lone Soul, that a third was our ideal athlete. Others kept us in stitches most of the time, and all were handsome, witty, brilliant, masterful with women, and popular. Still further compli- ments were included later at the urgent request of special groups. Then, at the eleventh hour, after careful consideration, the editors decided to ridicule everyone equally at one swoop. This was done simplv and readilv bv substituting in every case the first person for the third. The result is that the seniors speak for themselves, and everybodv is getting just what he asked for. The turning of tables was so complete that it surprised even the editors. The write-ups that were meant to be most complimentarv are now the most insulting, and parents, friends, and relations can take consolation in this. We expect evervone to understand that what has been done was done to make the hook amusing and interesting, instead of a collection of funeral notices. Anv contrarv interpretation can only be the result of conceit or stupidity. [15]

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ROBERT CROZER ALEXANDER 162.8 SPRUCE STREET, PHILADELPHIA, PA. THE color blue is typical of my person, but not my disposition. I have never been seen by day on the Haverford campus wearing any other color. Blue suit, blue shirt, blue tie, blue socks; overcoat of a gray-blue, and bluish hat. My evening clothes are midnight blue, and the very car I drive (at first a Chrysler, now a Ford) is another shade of the same color. Out of my fountain pen flows a particularly dazzling blue ink, and I even affect a blue ribbon in my typewriter. Aside from that, my life is wrapped in all the mystery appertaining to the day student. You know I like tennis and bowling; I have been observed at two Haverford dances and one ice-hockey match. I was born September 16, 1911, and entered in 193 from the William Penn Charter School. I majored in English, and my activi- ties included: Haverfordian 3, 4; Neics 4. [16]