Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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CHARLES JACKSON ALLEN, Jr ■ 2. I EAST OAK A % ' E N U E , M O O R E S T O W N , N ■ J . LIKE the late lamented Instrumental Club, like a car with bad brakes, the noise from mv clarinet sets your teeth on edge. First it was the Night Owls, and then the Gold Coast Ambassadors, but now it ' s me all by mvself that routs the people from the dining hall after meals with mv infernal practicing upstairs. Even in my room my jazz-a-phone keeps up this loud wailing, harmonizing beautifully with Goldmark ' s classical music from above. I keep a catalogue of mv dates, and rate them preciselv for future reference — good, fair, terrible, etc. You asked me if I had anv further comment to make. No, it isn ' t important. Just say, I said, just say I like a good time. So you ' ve left it at that. I was born October 31, 1913, and entered from Moorestown Friends School. Engineering was mv major held. My activities in- cluded: Golf letters i, i, 3, 4; Instrumental Club i; Glee Club 1, 3, 4; Cap and Bells 3, 4. [17]

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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]

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WILLIAM WILLIAMS ALLEN, III 41 SOUTH WOODLAND AVENUE, WOODBURY, N.J. SENIORS gasped and Freshmen fainted on that crisp October after- noon in 1935: the only Junior manager in the Middle Atlantic soccer league had just appeared on the scene smoking a long, black, fragrant cigar. Who won the game is already forgotten, but me and my stogie will remain forever graven in your memories. It was the start of a meteoric career, for my flair for the spectacular soon led me into new fields. Junior year I understudied Bobby Gawthrop as chief Hoppy-heckler at varsity basketball games, and for 1936-37 I was head boo-leader in my own right. Visiting teams, referees, and Edgar brothers are still looking for me, the moon-faced master of the Bronx cheer, who vanished so quickly after every game. I was born on October 3 , 1916, and entered from Westtown School. I majored in Government. Among my activities were: Soccer Manager 3, 4; Business Manager, Record 4; Founders Club 3; News i, 1, 3, 4. 18]