Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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Philip Schuyler Benjamin History Born September 29, 1932 214 Windermere Avenue Wayne, Pennsylvania Curriculum Committee 4; Freshman In- troduction Committee 3, 4; Basketball, Manager 4; Varsity Club 4; Neu ' S 1, 2, 3, 4, Alumni Editor 2, Nfu ' x £i j or 3; Neu j Bureau 3, 4; Record. Managing Editor 4 James Purvin Felstiner English Born May 28, 1932 330 Oxford Road New Rochelle, New York Class Treasurer 3; Student Adviser Col- lege Development Program 3, 4; 5 a- f» j ' Council 4; Intramural Committee 3 4- C u N g ?!; Committee, Chairman 2, 3, 4 Mark Cameron Lissfelt Political Science Born June 28, 1932 1515 Shady Avenue Pittsburgh 1 , Pennsylvania Customs Committee 3; Scholarship Dance Committee. Chairman 2; Basket- ball. JV 1; Intramural Committee 1, 2, 3, 4, Chairman 3; Karj Vy C »i 4; C mj N y?! 1, 2, 3, 4; G ee C aA 1, 2, 3, 4 Edward Joseph Baylis Thomas Philosophy Born January 9. 1932 40 Rockglen Road Philadelphia 31, Pennsylvania Soccer 2, 3, 4 Jrack 3, 4; Varsity Club 3 4; C wj Night 2; G es C « 2, 3, 4 John Christian Wren English Born August 4, 1931 317 College Avenue Bluefield, West Virginia Freshman Indoctrination Committee. Chairman 3; Freshman Introduction Committee 3; Honor System Committee 4; Basketball. JV 1; R ?a r; 4 10

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HEARTBREAK HOUSE: MERION ANNEX I Far beyond the busy hubbub ot the on campus life stands a brown and white, barn-like structure whose traditions reach far back into Haverford history. It was with two years of experience under West Chcsterian tutelage that Jack Harvey sallied forth as tlie Grover Whaien of Merion Annex to welcome this fifth-entry trio in the fall of 1953. With tiieir arrival (he Annex, usually the scene of light comedy in affairs dc la cocur. sadly watched the dark d(xir of romance shut on less talented romeos. During the college theatre season the President of the Drama Club, fresh from his exploits, knee-deep in the Yukon mud, stoically undertook his part as Shane Dibbins to cope with the endless crises which confront such an organization. ( Thank you, Madam, for loaning us your fine antique chair for our set. Unfortunately, how- ever, there was an open paint can nearby, and . . . ) Bill has fulfilled his rc-spon- sibilities quietly and without complaint; his efforts have much furthered the Club, and his understanding guidance will be much missed. In four years he has been a loyal friend; we have appreciated his interest in us, his good taste, his friendly good humor. We look forward to his literal appearance on the architectural scene four years hence. Charlie Fry is most commonly found rushing somewhere in his black Chewy convertible. He might be heading for a Nautical Club regatta, a procurement mission for the Drama Club, or his own personal procurement mission to Bryn Mawr. Although a great admirer of things aesthetic, and more particularly feminine beauty and companionship, he found that Europe viewed from a bus full of laughing females was just too much. The American press reported that the bus slid off a soft shoulder and into a Dutch canal, but some of us think we know better. During his more stationary moments, Charles can be seen comparing the various ways of tackling a situation or delving into some deep philosophical problem. His helpful, cheerful attitude has made him a good friend to everyone. Jack Harvey, The Third Man Theme , came to Haverford in his sophomore year as a transfer student from Williams. He has been active in the News and the Drama Club, while his storehouse of information concerning current theatre and flick opportunities in the area has been a constant aid to his friends. In addition to this. Jacks room has provided an everfaithful sanctuary (sure sack) for weekend guests in the Annex. As a history student at Haverford, he has shown particular interest in the study of the nonexistence of feminine influence in the court system of Norman England. His aim is to be a Philadelphia lawyer , an end which he is sure to achieve. Bill Wilson (of Greenwich) would give anybody anything he has, and frequently does. His plaintive query, Has anybody seen my car? can be heard at any time of the day or night, and he has been known to go for a week at a time without having the slightest idea of where it is. Hiding beneath his suave exterior of unruffled calm lies both a heart ever willing to take on the concerns of a troubled friend, and one of the most sarcastic tongues in captivity. A staunch advocate of capitalism, Christianity and clear thinking, his unshakeable conviction that the opposition is merely confused leads to many unreconcilable arguments: ( Now, that isn ' t what you really mean. What you mean is . . . ). At any rate, his slow smile and especially his genuine friendship will not fade easily from our memory.

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LAST OF THE MOHICANS: MERION ANNEX H Although still the haven of the more socially minded, the proud facade of Merion Annex has withstcxKl in recent years an internal revolution of mtxJcstly sub- versive proportions. As sophomores under the benevolent tutelage of the third-floor barons, this auspicious conclave trundled beneath those hallowed buttresses the unfam- iliar graces of Rigoletto and the freshman Human Values Shelf . Three years of Experiment in Intersexual Living has not destroyed these baroque refinements, but rather has graciously seasoned them with the more durable traditions which, in spite of the most ardent reforms, belong distinctively to the Annex Dean of extrinsic affairs and general Mother Hubbard of misplaced worries, BEN! Benjamin extinguished himself in the history department by becoming its first student chairman, pro tempore. Already bearing the signature of scholarship (his scholarship, Lunt ' s signature, or vice versa), he has secretly professed a will- ingness to abandon all for the dean ' s office of most any small institution. Aside from three fruitless years attempting the mastery of basketball score-keeping, he has been heard to speak more resolutely in the NEWS office, where he has dangled many a Crawfordian controversy tenderly from the gibbet. And, with the sympathetic encour- agement of his friends, he has cKcasionally tread the rocky path of debauchery. Jim ( Much Ado About Nothing ) Felstiner looms as the phallic symbol of the students ' council, owing undoubtedly to his inordinate stature in the affairs of love. A man of many convictions, most of them repeatable, he has managed to couch himself in the lap of power and still maintain his primary allegiance. He climaxed his social career at Haverford by having a few with the Board of Managers while faithfully serving the line of duty to one of his many committee responsibilities. Although an English student by avocation, his primary interests lie in painting, as a glance at any of his abstractions will tell you. Thrice widowed by the vicissitudes of fortune and time, Mark Lissfelt was forced to find himself an amazingly popular room-mate. In spite of the cries of ' Tittle Dictator he pitted his unerring capability against the Sachs Machine and resolutely refused to believe any rumors of ascendancy to the throne, heir apparent, etc. In the academic circles he has attained an astonishing vocabulary of gutteral English whose similarity to spoken German is purely alcoholic. Political Science early claimed him as one of its most ardent victims, although the frequent lack of practical thinking does not induce him to speak of it vocationally. His contributions to the Intra-Mural program have made him a credit to his class. Enigmatic object. Nebula Andromeda, ' Well, how do I know what I ' m thinking? , Baylis Thomas is undoubtedly the life-blood of all fruitless and fruitful thought in the Annex, take your choice. The only virgin of logic ' s allurements. Baylis has managed to keep his mind philosophical in spite of that department ' s best disciplin- arians. His untrammeled grace permeats all fields of endeavour with equal dexterity, including both athletic and artistic. If not the renaissance man, certainly to the female eye peering through the haze of nonchalance he is the classical. He is most human at the wheel of a car, however, where power is tastefully spiced with irres- ponsibility and boyish grins. J. C. Wren escapes description as easily as he does most things. Although the timely mention of the LATE John Dewey once finagled him an astronomical mark in social science, Jace is generally honest with everyone but himself, and even there a short drink will go a long way. Aside from his sister and a logger in the far West, he can look and drink anyboJy under the table. He usually displays the energy of a groundhog in February, and it is particularly unrewarding to tell him anything important before High Noon, which, by the way, is the only song he can sing. He is reserved in speech and friendship, but both are worth waiting for. 11