Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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lad ' with remained to know t Lee Childs. How often did we who knew him become spellbound as this master story-teller of them all spun his web of fiction. A man of many relations, Lee is the only Haverford man who claims cousins in both Afghanistan and in Patagonia. This the original bo ' from Syracuse has ever excelled in pinning the bovine. Often far into the night Lee ' s little room was filled with the flotsam and jetsam of all four classes as he alternateh ' did Chem 5 and told about the Adirondacks and the exigencies of existence of medical men. The bo ' with the line hit the dances as hard as he hit the books. Executing a fox-trot that would make Arthur Murray gulp, Lee would further confuse the a contradictor - account of his personality. So to most of them he an amiable man of m stery. Those who were fortunate enough he real Lee knew a simple, kind, home person who loved kids. f ' ' TSir |[ ' ' ' ' ' ? John Clark. ... And the walls come IJ k SSI v tuniljlin ' down ... That rolling basso heard for the past four years in Glee Club concerts, in so many plays — heard bouncing around the floor of Roberts Hall and tumbling down all those stairs from the Tower — belongs to Center ' s most loyal son and one of the last of our members of the Society for the Preservation of Hebron, Booneville, Boyertown, and All Points. John ' s concern over the social as well as the intellectual education of Haverford men is responsible for his being a co-founder of the Barclay Retter Bridge Bureau and Protective Associa- tion. The high point of his winter campaign was in serving as usher at the recent wedding of an honor member of the SFHBBAP, but it does not seem yet to have done anything more than put ideas in his head. He will not be a bachelor for more than five years, though . . . not without breaking a written contract. John is one of the relatively few who has found out that Swarthmore isn ' t so bad after all. Of course it took him three and a half years to discover this fact, but then the co-operation plan between us has only just begun . . . 12

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John E. Bye. The loss is ours that Johnny decided to spend the first three ears of his college career at Farlhani, tor lesides his indoniiiable sense of humor, his ability on the track would have made him a well-known member of the Class of ' 42. Hi- was captain of both track and cross country at Earlham, and it was only the fact that he was here but one year that kejit him out of Poji ' s clutches. Johnn - was a day student, and in order that he would not lose the knack of breaking records, he would leave college after an 11 :,?() class, drive in a not too leisurely fashion to Media for liuich and then to his job— all by one o ' clock. Before this daily dash biologist Bye was usually to be found either somewhere on campus with a cyanide jar in his hand the collector ' s gleam in his eye stalking some hapless beast or else working on the fmnth flo( r of Sharpless with his fellow majors whom he constantK ' refreshed with hi liniiiKlless wit and en- thusiasm. Lloyd Cadbury. T. LUnd is that luan you all have seen after lunch eN ' ery da -, quietly trudging beneath the ginkos, in rapt contemplation of a Choco-Fop. He has been doing this for four years now and the rumor is lu ' ing bruited about that his spirit will continue to do so long after he has gone. But whenever a reunion of good old ' 42 comes around, you ' ll undoubtedly find Cadbury dissecting a tsetse (?) or a binturong, or whate er other outlandish beast may inhal:)it the fens and brakes here- abouts. Cad is a fiend for the minutac of local fauna, and we have noticed his scalpel twitching in an un-Quakerly way over a mere housefly. Cadburv- is a fellow of quiet organization and well-laid plans. He continues to smile his cjuaint and so far indomitable smile, and still insists that Haverford can be moved bodily to Florida for the winter months. He always sighs a trifle when this fails to happen, and we once thought he was going to wear his o ' ercoat through May, just from sheer stubliornness. U

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Tom Cochran. Bi , ijcnial Tom spends most of his da liKht hours staiidiTijr near Senior Kntrance and buttonholing the fel- lows as the - uo by. lie ' s ijot a lot on his mind, too: (lowers to he ordered for the girls in the latest Cap and I ' x-lls play: leather priorities to l.e finessed liefore the Siwash Teachers basketball game can go on; Ri ' .coKi) ads to cheek up on — not to speak ot Tom ' s most persistent worry: Who was that girl I saw oii with last night? B - night, Tom either engages in a masterful bridge game, or keeps a vigil at the Straw. .Xttci hops he l;ats his father ' s ear over to Camden and back, jusl to get the wanderlust out of his system. But there is et another Tom — the Tom of the gridiron and the Tom oi the C.o - department. We somehow feel that a few years heiu-e we ' ll be seeing more of him- perhaps on the co er of Time m.igazinc. Al Dorian. We are studying quietU ' and efticienth ' in our little cell. The birds are tooting happily in the treetops. All ' s right with the world. Suddenly the air is shattered by a crashing baritone. It ' s Al pouring out his soul to the world at large. It ' s Rigoletto in the morning, Tristran in the evening, and almost anything in the shower. Not that we object, of course. Every- one must find his outlet, a little salt and pepper on the dail - routine. Al finds his salt in song . . . Nor is this the limit to his accomplishments. It is not everyone who can claim to have conducted a dozen of the world ' s foremost symphonic orchestras. 1 In- mere inter ention of a phonograph record between Al and his orchestra detracts nothing from his .ibility. Inthe field of sports, Al has madeabig contribution to Haverford ' s laurels, both as president of the ' arsity Club and as a versatile athlete. On the soccer field, under the basket, on the pitching mound, on the tennis court, we see the same flourish and finesse. Always the clown, the dude, the aesthete, the athlete. What more could a woman ask? 1.?