Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 138 of the 1957 volume:

i-JDCJ - Class LD .1?) bookTR 3 The LiBRAR Y 51 OF. Cop ■2. Haverford College HAVERFOSp, PA. PURCrfft etD FROM THE iPAiGN Fund 1949 -fc MO. 2)1 19 51 Accession No. noseioc ,■ ' •1 :■; i ' i ' '  ' i -Vv ' ' li,A ( THE 1957 RECORD Published by THE SENIOR CLASS OF HAVERFORD COLLEGE H a V e r f () !• d . P e n n s v 1 a n i a Business Managers Editor-in-Chief Wilham A. Yost III Anthony G. Bing John G. Wallace ' The Record this year is dedicated to Archibald Macintosh with the thought that Just praise is only a debt. Four FRESHMEN Any beginning invariably suggests to the opti- mistic picture which is better than the past, whether it be the arrival of one hundred new faces on campus or the laying of the corner stone of a new hangar. And with the passage of time the illusion IS just as invariably destroyed. However, there is an important distinction between the growth and change of animate and inanimate objects — a distinction which is perhaps best seen in the ability of the members of the Freshman Class to develop inwardly and at least to outgrow their greenness.  t £i. -i7 ji:My.  t;K%-; ,«? THE ORIENTATION PROGRAM Neglected in the past has been a discussion of the orientation program which in a way can shape a boy ' s whole impression of Hoverford. In planning to deal with it more extensively, we asked a Fresh- man if he would tell the first part of our story. Because of the naive enthusiasm with which he treats the subject, editorial parenthesizing seems mandatory, but it is kept at a minimum so that the reader will never lose sight of the fact that it is a Freshman speaking. Anonymity is by request. One week before school opened in the fall, I, with hundred or so others, became the best Freshman Class ever, We seemed to be a rather heterogeneous group, ( unique is the word Hover- ford uses), but I was comforted by my observation that all the parents seemed to look the same. As Haverford ' s embrace replaced my mother ' s, we were whisked away to the nature walk and library garden, and then to the cramped quarters in which we were to exist. This association of oneself to nature is an important factor at Hoverford. It helped me, I know, to remove myself even further from reality. Association with nature brings out the animal passions, and so we were led to the dining hall, where I sot down to my first meal. Since they told me not to be degrading but mildly humorous, I leave the thoughts of that meal to those who have shared the similar experience. After the meal we met with the Customs Com- mittee They told us that we soon would be ac- quainted with our big brothers, another innova- tion in the Customs program, designed to integrate the Freshman just that much faster into the college. My big brother tried to get me drunk the only time he bothered with me. Customs and Honor This Customs Committee is o wonderful thing. It changes completely from year to year, yet always with the purpose of breaking down indi- viduality to build uniqueness. I never have under- stood how this is possible, yet with the assumption of the cap and beanie, with the sacrifice of entity to community spirit, we ore at once together and unique. This has led to a lot of the Haverford student ' s problems, thinking that he must be unique when in fact he is merely normal. The secondary purpose of this committee is to get rid of Freshman apathy, and if there is none, to build it up in order to destroy it later. The head of the Customs Committee this past year has been Bill Newmeyer. This was his third year as a member of this organization as well as his third year as a public servant, for Bill suc- cumbed to campus politics and has been very successful, serving three years on the council. His curly hair and eyelashes, coupled with his love for medicine, have somehow contributed to his love of Rhinie culture. For three years he has been the greatest nursemaid to these larva, who begrudg- ingly but sincerely give him their thanks. Perhaps no one in the Senior Class could give such a good first impression of the school and this is why his leadership has been so successful. Moving from the sublime to the ridiculous, we come to the Honor System Committee, and its leader, if not exponent, Joel Levin. This committee is the most important one, ideally, to the entering Freshmen, since it introduces them to Haverford ' s unique system of honor. The cute little fellow at its head, bristling with new and original ideas, has made the Committee and the principle for which it stands much more of a living thing than in the past. Joel is a scientist with a libido. Though his friends have repeatedly told him to be an English major or else stop taking English courses, he has persistently tried to bridge the gap between Art and Physics. This campus Rabelais prefers to do his teaching from the trees. As such, he is symbolic of the whole Haverford process of inte- gration, save that in his efforts he has achieved a certain unity in himself which the college hos failed to find for itself. 1 Seven More Orientation An integral part of each year ' s Freshman pro- gram is the invasion of Bryn Mowr. Though it has been long thought that mixers were more for the members of the Customs Committee than for the Rhinies, there always seem to be those who hove good time. As is shown in the picture above, it is often only the boys who find the evening enjoyable. For some men it is their last look at Bryn Mowr, much to an equal number of girls ' relief. 1 myself had a fine time until ten o ' clock when they let the upperclassmen in. While I was enjoying the Octet, not knowing that I would hear the same pieces every time I went to a dance, my date disappeared. That was fine with me ' cause we went bock and threw the Sopho- more, who had taken her from me, in the pond, and then had a watertight. Some fun. I was immersed in orientation. Eight The New Freshman Advisor About the one really good innovation this year in the Freshman program has been the initiation of Freshman Advisor, Bill Docherty. Too often in the past the Freshmen have been cast out to swim without any li ghthouse to direct them from the rocks. Although Bill gives out no brilliant flash of light, his advice and presence are more of a steady beam which is much safer and surer for the storm-tossed sailor. There has been too much babying done at Haverford. Too often a directness of approach has been replaced by a kind of weak sympathy which never satisfies the troubled student. Bill, in his capacity as advisor, has done much to correct this trouble. His treat- ment of the students as men makes them fee! like being men and not habitual resters on an analytical couch. It would seem that if others met with the success of Bill that his college would soon cut down the 30-40% of students who receive some kind of psychological help. We thank a fine man for his contribution to Haverford College. THE ADMINISTRATION ARCHIBALD MaclNTOSH Acting President WILLIAM E. CADBURY, JR. Dean ALDO CASSELL Comptroller THE STUDENTS ' COUNCIL In four years, as many will testify, the machine age has come and gone and reappeared again, but its character has changed. Despite the shortcom- ings inherent in any political machine, the heritage of student government we received as freshmen was impressive both in caliber and accomplish- ment. Since then, however, it seems that the intri- cate and efficient machinery of intellectual and plebian wheels has been superceded by the slow grinding of mill stones — yielding an admirably stable but uninspired government. If this is an accurate reflection of a change in the character of the student body, then this is the natural result of the democratic process. However, if it is merely a manifestation of a popularized version of demo- cratic apathy then it ' s unfortunate that the stu- dent body isn ' t realizing the unique self-govern- ment potential which exists at Haverford. The election of Louis Matlock as president of this year ' s council was practically a fait accompli stemming from a transplanted Westtown popu- larity. It was no coincidence, however, for Lou was warmly supported by elements of any factions one may claim exist. As leader of the octagonal ring, Lou accomplished an extraordinary feat by main- taining a delicate, yet very sensible balance be- tween Chemistry, athletics, and Stu Cou affairs. The implications of such a balance offer an in- sight into the major innovations of this council — namely, the laudable attempt to distribute the burden of the president ' s responsibilities which would make the position more appealing; and the questionable attempt to draw boundaries that de- fine, and that will inevitably limit council juris- diction. On the surface, perhaps the outstanding fea- tures of this year ' s council were the home-made investigations of waterfights damaging to the reputation of Barclay walls, the monthly kitchen- cabinet dinners behind door C and a healthy, well- rested president as father of the council. Twelve THE SOCIAL COMMITTEE Another new ccmmittee this year has been the Social Committee under the leadership of Mike Heeg, president of the Senior Class. Like many other committees this was started with much en- thusiasm and interest. It was to provide the stu- dent who ordinarily would not date much the opportunity to enjoy events which would take place on the campus. It was hoped that the committee could bring in folk singers, lecturers, small bands and so on. Needed for this was money. Unfortu- nately the college did not seem to sense the crying need for social life on the Haverford campus. What was asked as a five-ten dollar assessment from each student turned out to be a token gift from the college. Still the committee was not disbanded, even though its hands were tied for want of money. This year they have given a couple of dances, as well as planning for many things which never reached fruition. Such is the way at Haverford. And its Function THE OCTET They ambled up to the bandstand end formed a non-geometric semi-circle. The Haverford Octet. But there were ten — or was it eleven. The crowd quieted imperceptibly during the incantation one, two, three, four, BO, Doot-doo-doo The octet was singing and clowning its way through another performance. The same old songs, but Tony Bing did Faraway better than usual and really killed the audience, Katowitz lambasted Rigoletto ; the hall came alive. The whole group was loose, but Zavitz was loosest. Last year Pete was the head of the Octet, and this year it has been said that he was the member with the foamy head. This combination of nectar and harmony began four years ago when Pete as nervous Rhinie was thrust into the midst of twelve upperclassmen in the Tower, He managed to survive in this atmosphere of debauchery but appealed to Matlock, Block, and Plass to return him to the moral life. An interesting idea, but unsuccessful: Lou got married, Neil ma|ored in economics, and now even Block can be heard occa- sionally raising o Budweiser baritone. But the music will soon give way to mathematics and football when Pete starts his teaching career. Behind the entertaining performances were panicked dress rehearsals, tensions and disagree- ments, and the attitude that the Octet was a good thing to work on occasionally. The results came from many late hours of rehearsal in Union. The group had a lot of talent, with Donham, Maud and Bing all scraping the rafters with their high notes; Mohr ' s casual accenting from the other side of the Mason-Dixon, Zavitz, Katowitz, and Taylor helping muddy up the middle parts, but could all be counted on for good performances. Thomas and Mezger kept the group from floating owoy with a gravel tone that went down to unknown depths. When the group got together well, the results were good, Horry Thomas ran the group in his senior year, replacing Pete who was taking over Harry ' s pre- vious )ob of Glee Club President. Harry spent enough time in the chemistry lab to major and get into med school, but otherwise could be found, usually with his four-year roommate Mike Donham, in the midst of some group project, ranging from brainstorming for Class Night to inventing prepos- terous schemes for ploying May Day, and fre- quently singing. Otherwise, he spent a year making Council meetings shorter and funnier; he lost round after round at Bryn Mawr; he was proud of occasional bits of scholarship. Fourteen s- ' mft l,f ifc Jr .f- 5H«- «• 1 k «r. ' -jri.j iii i rfEa£anA t  74tfimi fifteen Football The football team had a rather bizarre season, ending with a favorable record of three wins, one loss and three ties. The team ' s strength lay in its line, though we had a capable bockfield whose only fault seemed to be in never calling the right play at the right time. Weakened by injuries, especially that of Larry Griffith, it seemed each week as if Haverford would have trouble fielding a team. With the loss of Griffith, the backfield never functioned very well after mid-season, but the line was always there to take up the slack. The best game of the year for those few spec- tators who watched it was the 7-7 tie with Wes- leyan University, a gome which Haverford might have won had it not been for a dropped pass. Leading this fine team effort was co-captain Joe Torg whose play in this game was the greatest individual achievement all year. This was Joe ' s fourth year as key to the Haverford line. Though often outweighed, he was never outfought. Cer- tainly the best player on the team, Joe showed at Wesleyon that he was even more alert than the coach. When Haverford was stopped inches short of the goal at the end of a long sustained effort, everyone, including the coach, succumbed to de- spair. However, it was Joe who noticed that al- though Haverford had not scored a touchdown, they might have indeed made a first down. Meas- urements affirmed his thoughts, and Haverford went on to score the tying touchdown. The other co-coptain this year was Skip Block, President of the Varsity Club, and, like Joe, a pre- med. Unfortunately, on early season injury cut down Skip ' s playing effectiveness, though as a member of the team he became on inspiration from the bench. As the biggest man on the team he served to frighten opponents who thought that if such a giant were benched, the rest of the team must be terrors. His type of drive and spirit enabled a team which had very little ability other than the ability to be a team, to hove a good season, the best in four years at Haverford, One day a man may come who is large enough to fill Skipper ' s jersey, but there will never be one big enough. JUk 2.4 % ' t ■ ' ■ :. Sixteen I ■ ' iiii tfH :s -JB- In a school that does not emphosize football to the extent of supporting it through scholarships, the success of the season hinges on the outcome of one game, Swarthmore. This year ' s contest was played in a ram which even washed out Bouncing Binny ' s drum and kazoo corps, Haverford ' s answer to a marching band. The gome, as might be ex- pected, wos largely a defensive one, with our line showing a definite advantage over theirs. Each team received a number of breaks but cou ' d not capitalize on them. The tensest moment came when, late in the game, Swarthmore drove to cur one yard line, only to be stopped by a fumble. The picture of the actual fumble can be seen on page fifteen. Though generally outplayed, Swarthmore managed to hold Haverford to a 0-0 tie. Receiving the trophy as the outstanding player on Haverford ' s side of the Swarthmore gome was Dan Naumon, Senior end His value to the team can not be over-stated. Though he suffered a con- cussion in the Wesleyan game, Dan came back to give Haverford a wonderful performance this year. Superb on defense, his timely passes and place kicks often saved the day for Haverford. Since our purpose is to speak of the Seniors on the squad, we have looked at Joe, Skip, and Danny. In a very great way, looking at them is like looking at the team, not only because they held it together, but because the kind of spirit which they showed was typical of the Haverford Football Team of 1957. JOE AND SKIP Soccer .Soccer at Haverford in 1957 was successful and exciting. Despite the fact that three of the start- ing eleven were married, the team enjoyed a record of seven wins and three losses, the wins headed by a 3-2 victory over Swarthmore, and the losses being to such eastern powers as Navy, Princeton, and Pennsylvania, The Swarthmore game, the winning goal of which can be seen being scored by Werner Muller on page fifteen, marked the emerging of Haverford as a team, and as a team, for three quarters they were as good as any team in four years This final victory was the culmination of a long season for Coach Lester who stepped into the big shoes left by Jimmy Mills who went to the Olympics, Lou Matlock made the third team All- America, , S- iiJ«? Ji ii !Si iri« As soon OS Jimmy Mills left, Clive Coroneos stopped running laps. Last spring Clive hod been heard to soy, What me get married, me ze Latin Lover? Surely you are kidding, Johnee? Besides acquiring a wife, Clive had four full years at Haverford cutting classes, sleeping through classes, not being able to find his classes, etc. He found a little time in this strenuous schedule to play a little soccer. Adapting his class cutting techniques, he started cutting corners on his laps. Though demonstrating a rather odd example as captain, in a game he was a good one, and those who witnessed his incredible goal in the Swarthmore game will not soon forget it. George School fought the Westtown trend on the soccer field in the presence of Dick Forman. Dick played about every position on the line, usually left inside, but all with equal ability. His biggest trouble was combining his interest in soccer with that in birds. As Haverford ' s most active ornithologist, the crowd felt that Dick dur- ing a game might become distracted by the beauty of the day and the glory of the birds which seem to hover round our soccer field, but this distraction never came about. Besides his ornithology, Dick has been active in the Glee Club, but one doesn ' t hear him singing much on the soccer field, (but then who could hear much over the wails of Versocir ' ) Bob Bookhammer added the maturity needed in the line, and also the ability. Though he reputedly started here before Mills was coach, he did not ploy in any way like an old man. As a matter of fact, he was probably the most valuable lineman on the team. Bob was in his glory at the Swarth- more game. Not only did he play a fine gome, but also he was the object of much alumni speculation. One man with three little girls was heard to say, Is that Bobby Bookhammer? He was a Sophomore when I was a Freshman. The grand daddy of Haverford soccer was one of the sparks on a team of which Haverford could be really proud, and at times amazed. I -8 Hi Cross Country Cross Country is the only college sport which has the unique distinction of having as its playing field, walks around girls dormitories, wooded hills, roads and mountains. Although Haverford ' s nature walk provides none of the exotic scenery that the team encounters on away trips, it is full of such phenomena as Keolreutena paniculta and the China tree The harriers seem to take all this distraction in their stride and this year, under the coaching of Pop Haddleton and the leadership of Dove Nowlis, won half of their dual meets, or lost half, depend ing on whether you ore a pessimist or an optimist. The leading Senior on the team was Don Crane. Just when it looked as if he were to be top harrier, Dave Nowlis took over, so Don has been our second best runner for about four years. This budding biologist was on the nature walk one day Wtien the team ran past. He thought they were on the way to dinner or that the library was closing, so he joined them. Since he finished ahead of everyone else, he was persuaded to join the team, with the promise that he could eat the training meals. Of such stuff are stars born at Haverford College. Twentwone SOPHOMORES After the first period of any growth, there seems to come a let down and slump in which little prog- ress is made. The illusions are destroyed, but replaced by wild complexities, as the new born babe washes off the birth process and becomes aware of life. What was an idea receives the form of a structure, empty, but with some kind of a founda- tion. Upon this skeleton outward appearance is fashioned, while within, floors are being torn up and rebuilt, endlessly, with no apparent plan or purpose. Will we Sophomores move into our struc- ture while it is still of use to us? Dining Room and Coop In a college where uniqueness has bred disunity, there is a need for some impersonal factor to bring the students together. In the Dining Room one sees a very strange Haverford College. The men become very different beings while eating. Leaving books, coats, and all protection without the dining room ' s confines, they adjust to the mass media for a half-hour, end then each goes his own separate way. Served food often suited for animals, the stu- dent body become animals themselves. In the dining room, anything goes. Meals are an escape, but unfortunately the visitor to meals cannot realize this. What seems like a group of pigs, throwing their slop around and banging on the tables just to hear the noise and grunt their disapproval bestially, is merely a force of lotus leaves operating, a vogue narcotic which makes life seem just that much easier for a little while. The fine thing is that no one is fooled by what goes on while eating. Somehow the student who throws a loaf of bread the whole length of the hall can, upon leaving dinner, grasp the time concept of T, S. Eliot, totally unaware of the wilted rose garden which he left. We should not be proud of how we eat, nor where we eat. We must, though, understand. The Coop IS the other important unifying force. The relaxation which is found there is not the some as that in the dining room, but of a more civilized sort. This important meeting ground of student- faculty interaction has been the scene of many serious and insignificant intellectual battles, but it is natural, close, and can be important in the growth of a student who earnestly desires to learn of life Twent -three Twenty-four Scarcely believable are the phenomenally bene- ficial yet revolutionary changes which have re- cently token place in the composition of the faculty within on atmosphere of artificial tensions and heated controversy. The College during this unusually turbulent four-year period suffered from intra-College squabbling, the loss of the guiding genius of Gilbert White, and a funds drive designed to achieve objectives antithetical to those upheld by the teaching staff. The resulting conflict ap- peared to find o focal point in the matter of the appointment or re-appointment of members of the faculty. Because of the intimate relationship which existed amongst and between the faculty and stu- dents, fostered by the isolated and somewhat self- protective atmosphere of the small and liberal arts college, each individual lost his objectivity when viewing fellow members of the Community, and subjectively judged teachers and colleagues as friends, not professors. First in this conflict which enropt the whole college came the faculty, who, by Gilbert White, (as a mark of his democratness ) had been given committee authority to oversee and perfunctorily confi-rm department appointments. Second came the students, heralded by vociferous English majors (only in the second case prompted by a purgee), who sided with one or the other camps within the faculty, and became even more obnoxious than the faculty (which was quite a feat!) out of ignor- ance of even the basic facts in the case. But though each and every one who partook in the struggle thought himself extremely vital, the college machinery ground out its predeter- mined course. Student opinion, when prompted by a can ' t-toke-it, was categorically disregarded, and proved, much to the naive chagrin of rabble- rousing undergrads, that student opinion wasn ' t worth the bread it was buttered on when it come to evaluating a member of the faculty. And the faculty committee, placed in its position by Gilbert White to safeguard against such abuses as per- petrated by an aspiring department chairman only proved that its services were instrumental to the system. Indeed, when June, 1956, acting as referee, stepped in to stop the fight, it was found, amidst the blood-shed, that System had won a resounding victory over Emotional Attachment. But only the administration, recognizing that student ignorance of basic facts was in large port responsible for the continuation of the battle, could prevent further bloodshed, by instructing students in the ways of the System and the criteria (no matter how arbi- trary) used in evaluating the faculty, something they didn ' t do ' But although ignorance and emotions hod tried to ploy their integral roles in faculty appointments, the record shows that notable — if not outstanding — progress had been made in garnering an excep- tional faculty especially suited to the Haverford system. In the sciences, no less than amazing prog- ress was made: Loewy arrived m a done Biology Department; Lemonick into a Physics Department, (given to playing games on the demonstration table), Williams into the Chemistry Department and Heath into the gut-ridden Psychology Depart- ment. All assumed department chairmanships, and all did a |ob which for outshone the work done by their counterparts in t he social sciences and humanities. And besides these four bright lights, Haverford ' s fortunes shone onto a lower level : the natural sciences got Wisner and Sonter, the social sciences, Muller, and the humanities, MacCaffrey. The losses, when juxtaposed with the gains, found Haverford still well on the winning side. And what of the future? Each year there was a turn-over of approximately 25 per cent in the faculty, and consequently it was difficult to soy from one year to the next where the trouble spots would turn up. But of a few we can now be quite certain: the History Department (which needs at least another MacCaffrey and a half); the Philoso- phy Department (which needs about two more Bennetts); the English Department (which needs another Quinn and perhaps an Ashmead thrown in); and Economics (which needs help). The moral of the story is really quite simple: The savior i n the post has been what the hope in the future must be: not student participation in selecting and reappointing faculty members; and not a faculty banding together to discharge the outcast and retain the friend. It is the young in- tellectual, the Allendorfer, the Roche, the Bell, the Muller, or the Heath (not the tried scholar and antiquated lecturer) who, content to come to Haverford for experience, plans (if he fails to place love of Haverford above financial security) to end his days chairmaning a department at some large, well-paying university. What Haverford thus learned from the chaotic experience of these post four years was that it would draw such men to its fold not through petty squobbling and administra- tive dickering, nor by reform of its component parts, but by preserving — if it couldn ' t improve upon — the Haverford system per se: its intellec- tual vitality proportional only to its age of emo- tional and intellectual maturity and youth in pro- fessorial and ideological endowment. T H O U G H T S O N F A C U L T Y ENGLISH The darkling sun hangs limply in the torrid, fever-encrusted atmosphere. From the miasmal wastes, heavy with mold, pours o stench of rotting, laden with a fine tang of faintly scented urine. The morass extends both forward and backward through the eons, untouched by any real light. Trees, twisted by cancerous growths of all sizes and types, hang heavy with humid nightbiue fruit. Grey-white mist pervades all. The dark is one of gaseous putridity with murky humours lurking around every branch, moss, crawler, bush, or bog. And then, lightly and quietly, two shadowy figures dance onto the scene, clod scantily but tastefully in the glowing white of Eternal Dawn. These two gnomes, Edgar Rose and Alfred Satter- thwaite, carry in their hands brightly glowing, spark-showering fire-brands. No time is wasted. One touches his ember to the eye of the sun, transforming the scene as the Sun begins to fling his flaring beams. The other dances blithely, merrily, touching his spark to the throngs of stars, giving a richer, deeper hue to the once dark bog. The gnomes finally come together to ignite the moon to end their pas de deux This is the signal for the third gnome, Frank Quinn, carrying the Trumpet of Trumpets, to spring on the scene. After skipping lightly over a mouldy root here, a treacherous bog there, he pauses in a pose and poses in a pause, applies the golden trumpet to his lips, and sounds a call of triumph into the newly lighted wilderness. Quickly, Gerhard Friednch pirouettes in. This elf carries a transparent bag bulging with fireflies, and with a sweep of the wrist, he flings open the satchel and, as he spins, tosses myriads of the bugs both heavenward and groundward. When this is done, the trumpeteer again sends forth a clarion call, and two others appear, slowly, painfully burdened. Max Bluestone lopes on, bear- ing a monstrous green sack on his right shoulder. Patiently, he swings the bag to the ground, and pours into one of the bogs the contents. A veritable cornucopia of truths flow out; some shining and beautiful, others bent and scraggly, a few quite old and hoary. The first truths sink into the miasmal wastes, disappearing immediately from sight, but the truths ore so plentiful that those poured on top gradually stay on the surface to form the beginnings of an island. Tu ' entv-six Following behind, carrying a load equally as heavy, comes Jack Lester. On his stalwart shoulders lie an infinite number of books. Slowly, he mixes these books in with the truths and the islond that is formed begins to toke on shape and meaning. While this creation is being brought to comple- tion, on the outskirts of the group dance two vaporous sprites, John Ashmead and Ken Wood- roofe. Although it is almost impossible to see them, their work of removing the noxious vapours stirred up by the island building is considerable. Finally, the foundation has been laid. The one- time miasma is now ready for its Eternal Use. A final call comes from the trumpet, and the par- ticipants retreat behind various bushes and up various trees to watch the blooming that is to follow. Ralph Sargent appears on the island, play- ing a fife, dancing lithely: now swirling, now curling, smiling between the notes of his inviting song. Behind him comes the horde; a brawling, screaming, tumbling moss of bpbes: pink-cheeked, sparkle-eyed, dressed in swaddling clothing. Some pause, looking with wonder at the surroundings, picking at every leaf, or sniffing every swamp; others ' plod on steadily, looking at neither side, their faces dumb. Some wander far from the lead of the merrie fifer; others stick close behind him, even clutching onto him for reassurance. All are fresh, most are young. This is their adventure. Once they ore on the island, with a flourish and final vibrato, the fifer departs steathily from the troop, joining the other gnomes behind the trees to see what the children will do with their new- found toy. First to start work and first to finish is Dick Smith. Without even adjusting his swaddling cloth- ing, Dick prys up the truths and books nearest at hand and builds a neat white house with a picket fence and fine white smoke puffing from the chimney. Once through, he ignores the labors of the others and sits in the doorway of his perfectly constructed bungalow with a stock of The Satur- day Evening Posts, checking through the stories for possible material. Almost OS quick is John Wallace, but unlike Dick, John never really gets through with his job of construction. Within minutes he fashions, using many books but few truths, a massive cord- filing system, complete with folders, cross-filing, and annual index. Once the major task is complete, the work really begins, because then the faults, the incompleteness, the failings that constantly spring up in the filing system con be reworked and re- fashioned, making subtle changes that may seem inconsequential to the casual observer, but which are of real importance to the system itself. Feeling that many hands make large the work, Bob Price, Larry Ferguson, and Jim Francis pool their talents into the building of one modest edi- fice. With a real spirit of criticism, two of them often stand bock and watch the efforts of the other. When Bob is working, the structure tends to resemble a lofty white mansion, replete with lofty pillars around the front and sides, complete with a wide cascading lawn of purest green. Larry mumbles dislike for this gaudy display, and with a heavy book destroys all the columns and re- places them with a harder New England front, complete with sprinkled snow on the lawn. Jim vociferously stands back and applauds the efforts of oil. The pile of debris resulting from the vacilla- tions of will tends to build up an insurmountable wall of discarded refuse around these three, and presently they are hidden totally from the view of gnomes and cherubs alike. Striking in contrast is the handiwork of John Schott. Using a minimum of truths, he stands somewhat off from the throng and quickly fashions a sheaf of paper, a typewriter, and a printing press. First, using these new-made tools, he types up long, arduous, finely printed papers. Then he turns to his soulmates and, pulling up his swaddling clothing, begins to read his manuscripts. Many of the cherubs stop their work to listen, smiling and nodding their heads, returning to their work only when John goes back to typing up another sheaf. Tony Cowen builds an impressive structure that changes consistently as it grows. First it looks like a dusty tome, then a Renoir painting, then a woman lightly clad in a smile, and finally a castle. It is grand and magnificent panorama, but un- fortunately he garnered most of his material from off the island, so mixed with all the books and truths are not a few palm fronds, tree roots, and a wriggling salamander. The building, conse- quently, IS rather unsteady, and no sooner does Tony bolster up one corner than another begins to droop. Also constructing a fantastic edifice is Tony Bing. In moments, this cherub has built, using all the filmy truths, a spiderweb of beams and cross- beams flung skyward that threaten to obscure or even capture the sun. The work could go faster, but with a sly smile, Tony pauses every now and then to fashion a dart from a gossamer truth and secretly fling it at the protruding parts of any nearby tad. Bob Leeds has considerable trouble with his work. As soon as he gets some sort of foundation laid, he disappears from the island for a long interval, reappearing each time a little older and a little greyer. Therefore, his building must be whipped off between trips: a Rube Goldberg ap- paratus that is kept from falling only by a well placed supporting hand here, or arm there. Tcm Helmstadter, with a grunt and a smile, de- clines the chance to build, but instead collects and eats with relish the inner organs of the fireflys sprinkled at random around the island. He shuns the truths lying at his feet, and instead pulls a potato from the swamp and slips it into his pocket. Often, quietly to himself, he says Mrkgnao. Tom Joyce, settling on the brightest part of the island, quickly fashions hundreds of smoothly curved female cherubs from his stock of truths, shunning all books. These new additions to the island alternate between mixing him drinks, tweak- ing his chin, or stroking him affectionately as he goes on to build a swimming pool, three beach cabins, and seven cases of gin. The sounds of merriment from this corner increase steadily as time goes on, and no amount of stares from other parts of the island can serve to quiet the female giggles. In keeping with this spirit, Lorenzo Milam builds an elaborate still, a rather chesty female torso, and a door with eight locks on it. He settles down quietly to sample the results of the first run-off, but is soon disturbed by John Bernstein who, not too eager to build anything, has thrown together a blunted meat-cleaver. Bounding around the island, he uses this to bludgeon sizable hunks off all the various buildings that ore beginning to tower around him. The gnomes of creation, safe in their hiding place, watch the activity. Their faces begin to sag and quiver. This was not the purpose for which the island was laid. Daringly, pushed to action by this untoward turn of events, the group steps from the bushes. Scoop- ing up stray truths as they move towards the cherubs, they mold them in their hands to new truths, showing what should be done with the fer- tile resources of the island. The advance is soon turned into retreat. Darts and bludgeons fly; gnome-heads are struck by tumbling structures; walls and doors block com- munication; one cherub removes his glasses and lectures on filing -systems; another quickly prints up a paper condemning gnomes; the island be- comes forbidden to the original builders. Incredulous at their own failure, the group mills uncertainly on the outskirts of the island, wonder- ing where to go, what to do. And then, albeit mournfully, the trumpet sounds, the fife is heard, the embers ore relit, and the gnomes. Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov ' d on in silence to soft pipes that chorm ' d Thir painful steps o ' re the burnt soyle. Twenty-nine llPUIillllllll HISTORY . . . Ubi studeo, patna ibi One of the best known eras in European his- tory of unknown men is the lower, lower middle ages. Undoubtedly, however, there were many men who deserved immortality. Giovanni Capistrano d ' Abruzzi in his recent book on medieval life be- tween 907-809 has attempted to reconstruct the lives of some of these men. A small fragment from his writings is reproduced below.- ' Not far outside of Pans was a small country estate called Villans and in the pages of the estate book we find that there was a man living there called Kenneth Calkins who was known by his friends as Bodo. Actually there is very little that is known about Bodo except that he spoke a south German dialect and lived on the corner of the estate with his faithful wife, Jepie, and three dogs. However, just as we are able to con- clude certain facts about the weather during the night when we get up in the morning and find that an icicle has suddenly appeared outside the window, so, too, the historian becomes a detective in attempting to discover the missing links of his- tory. With this in mind, let us try to imagine what a day in the life of Bodo Calkins was like. On a fine Spring morning toward the beginning of the end of Charles McCaffery ' s reign, Bodo gets out of bed. He goes downstairs or upstairs depend- ing upon whether he sleeps on the second floor or in the cellar, winds the kitchen clock and sets the alarm at 9:45 for Jepie and then slips out the front door. It ' s still a fine spring morning so he whistles as he and his favorite dog, Widsid (with open i ' s), make their way to the manor house. Today is a special day for Bodo, for besides its being his twenty-first birthday and fifth wedding anni- versary, he is also going to give his semester report to the manor steward, Jean Hecht, on the progress of his investigation on ecclesiastical and temporal relations in Normandy. As he approaches the manor house he sees Hecht pacing back and forth in front of the door — a cigarette holder clinched tightly between his teeth. Three of Bodo ' s con- temporaries, Erman Iriye, Frambert Nauman and Ragenold Long, are already there trying to keep pace with the steward as they deliver their reports. As Bodo draws nearer, he overhears them talking. The first is discussing the influence of whales on Japanese-American relations; the second is quoting a passage from Augustine, and the third is reading a paper on the political theory of the Missi Dominici. Intermittently, the steward mutters under his breath, Gemeinschaft. ' ' Otherwise, he doesn ' t seem to be listening. After waiting in vain for an hour for his turn, Bodo Calkins becomes disgusted and decides to seek out the manor lord, Thomasus E. Drake, and complain. However, when he gets to the door of his office, he finds a little note on it saying, Hove gone on a trip to Florida in search of old manu- scripts. Will not return until victorious. Bodo ' s eyes shine for this means there will be a celebration that night. He forgets about his report to the steward and hurries home to help Jepie prepare the wines. ' History is largely made up of Bodos. ' ' From the Poems and Love Songs of J. P. Abelord. - Lo Vita Nel Mezzo Del Cammin. 3 Ibid, vot IX p. 221. In the place now occupied by the grounds of Saint Cloud. Ed 3 Brachtcn, f. 401b: ' secundum quod videri poterit toto die. ' Thirtv CLASSICS With the tolling of the bell the three novitiates approached the monastery garden, Dave Belash fidgeted with his collar which was never on cor- rectly, and which was too small for him: It had been brought to his attention that his lack of care in his dress was bringing disgrace to the whole order. At his side walked Al Acton, a recent transfer from some little known minor monastery. Bill Warde, who only recently became a convert to the order, carried a tome of Vergil and a pile of unfinished tracts. Entering the garden they found Father Howard, surrounded by cricket bats and scripts for faculty Class Night productions. Shoving these aside, he brought out his texts and said they were to read from Vergil for the day. Warde was ecstatic. When Howard wasn ' t looking, Belash pulled out of his pocket a dog-eared copy of Catullus ' love poems and slipped it into the pages of the Aeneid. This copy carried with it the fond me.mones of his hockey days and room ping- pong while in college. His sighing was immediately noticed by Howard, who, knowing that Belash was once again in his own mystical world, sent him back to his cell where he had to brush his hair fifty times and let the air in and out of his bicycle tires. Alone at last, Dave looked at the plaque which awarded him the Poetry Prize of 1910, lapsing once again into a Ciceronian reflection on his past glories. This left the two serious students of Latin and Religion, Bill and Al, who diligently were listening to Brother Comfort scan a line. Though both novitiates had decided on the religious life, there were great theological differences between them, Al being more liberal than Bill, who wanted to apply his Latin a little more directly. As the bell which Belash didn ' t hear tolled, the three left in the garden separated, Bill going to choir practice, Comfort to the Test Match, and Al to the tele- vision in his room. Thirty-one F R E N C H Bundled into an American Express bus, Haver- ford ' s group of French ma)ors decided to make o tour of Pans, hitting all the high spots and arriv- ing back at the doors of American Express in time to pick up their mail. This was a one day stopover for them before they went with Larry Wylie to Provence where they were to find another country village to immortalize. The first stop was the l_ouvre, and the first off the bus was Tony Amsterdam. Refusing to wear a tie, he almost lost out on the chance to represent Haverford in this project. With him he carried ten or twelve books and a small portable easel. Quickly separating himself from the rest of the group, Tony began to speak fluent French with some Germans. Rushing past the Mono Lisa and others, he found a painting at which no one else was looking and labelled it great. It was a recent Redon, dug out of a musty garret on the Left Bank where it had been used to patch the ceiling. Kichincs an Exhibrtio i Entitled The Fall, this painting absorbed Tony for the whole day. As a contrast to the taste of Amsterdam, Line Paine was entranced by the voluptuous Reubens and Veronese which seemed to engulf him. Quickly making a tour of the Louvre which he had seen many times before. Line walked out to the bus where he met Larry Wylie who exchanged an off- color joke with him. Line then went on to examine the Volkswagens parked along the curb. Buying a Trib along with some scenic postcards, he found that Joe Jones had won the Kentucky Derby, and, much to his delight, that Boston was destroying the Social Register. Gladly renouncing his blue blood, he too was clad in Amsterdamian turtleneck sweater and dungarees. Suddenly the Blue and Yellow Death came grind- ing to a halt and Mason Barr, grinning from ear to ear, stepped out with Helen on his arm. She hod somehow managed to sneak his car over to him under the guise of germ warfare. Anxious to get to a radio to hear his replacement for the week on Leakage, Mason hurried Line and Larry into the car and drove off, heading in the direction of Les Deux Magots, leaving Amsterdam murmuring happily to himself. l{| I HO l()s( l l GERMAN Fraulein, noch zwei grosse Helle und zwei Dunkle, Bitte ' Shouting this request over the din of the Faschingboll Herr Pfund sits down at his table and reaches for another Weisswurst. At the same table sit three other members of the Haver- ford Verein fur die Bewahrung und Verbesserung der deutschen Sprache, John Gary, John Cope and Tod Haberland. Now and then they catch sight of the last member of the group, Erik Mezger, who has succeeded in picking up a schones Fraulein and is now on the dance floor trying to do the Charleston to a Bavarian Trink-Lied. Haberland murmers to an old Bayer sitting next to him, Ich habe Milwaukee Bier viel lieber, but proceeds nevertheless to order his third Mass of Hackerbraii The revel continues as another group of half- naked Studentinnen come into the hall But the little group of Haverfordians, unperturbed by all the excitement, remains earnestly engaged in a discussion of Rilke. Finishing off his second liter, Pfund orders another and then begins to read a few verses in a rather clouded voice. Freilich ist es seltsam, die Erde nicht mehr zu bewohnen, kaum eriernte Gebrouche nicht mehr zu uben, Rosen, und andern eigens versprechenden Dingen nicht die Bedeutung menschlicher Zukunft zu geben; . . . His listeners are deeply moved and Haberland comments to his friend, No Hackerbrau ist gar nicht so schlecht, aber es fehit das klore blaue Wasser das wir in Milwaukee benutzen Never- theless he orders another Mass. Especially unmoved by the rising spirit of revelry around him is John Cope. He has an intense dis- like for teutonic women and is therefore moved only to a feeling of disgust by the rising tide of nudity at the nearby tables. Nevertheless, as a pre-medical student his interest is turned now and again to several of the more unusual anatomical phenomena in his vicinity. Haberland is heard again to mumble something about Milwaukee beer. Then he orders himself another liter of Hackerbrau. As the evening wears on Pfund becomes some- what tired, and John Cory takes over the reading of Rilke. Einmal jedes, nur einmol. Einmal und nicht mehr Und wir ouch einmal, Nie Wieder. John Cope, his scientist ' s curiosity stimulated, is now trying to lure a most interesting specimen ever to the table Mezger can be seen in the dis- tance, still dancng, but now on a table. He has somehow lost his Hosentrager, but by now he is little aware of such details. Haberland bubbles to a long unconscious friend, Ich hotte nicht so viel Bier trinken sollen, wollen, konnen, mogen . uberhaupt ' slides from the bench and |0ins Pfund, peacefully asleep under the table, Weil uns noch die Closer blinken, lasst sie nicht vergebens winken, leert sie, Freunde, schwenkt die Hute Quf der goldnen Freiheit Wohl! Bruder, lagert euch im Kreise, trinkt nach alter Voter Weise, leert die Closer und schwenkt d:e Hute out der goldnen Greiheit Wohl ' PHILOSOPHY The day, though bright, was not clear. People, having risen early in the morning, came and went in the agora. First to enter was Martin Foss, closely followed by Stan Johnson who carried port of the former ' s toga, lest it fall in the dirt. Foss began talking of the beauty of the day, looking right into the sun without blinking. Overcome by this mystical experience, Stan too looked into the sun, but tripped over a reality which was lying on the ground, dropping Foss ' s toga. Wh ile Stan was cleaning the robe of his master, preparing to look heavenward soon again, Frank Parker came in, followed by an enormous group of students, and went to the great well in the agora ' s center. There he explained Aristotelian logic to his eager disciples. Momentarily he looked over at Foss who once again was looking into the sun, but with a shrug, went on with his discourse. Bill Stine sat not at his feet, but nearby the great Parker, draw- ing circles and spacing golden means through them in the dirt. Parker mentioned temperance and Bill ' s drawing stopped. He wisely nodded his assent to the point of a life of temperance, and returned to his proportions, drawing an order to the means and ends, . . , pondering. When Parker arrived in his discussion of Aris- totle to the point of speaking of the social nature of man, Peter Meloney ' s attention was drown from the circles he too was drawing in the dust. Peter had been coming to the agora off and on longer than anyone else. While Parker kept insisting on on intellectual offering to the Universe, Peter was content to offer libations of the choicest wines. Boldly asserting the excellence of English philoso- phers, he threatened to carry on his learning abroad Thirty four Benson Hart stood opart from the groups of Parker and Foss and observed, stroking his upper lip, critically making notes. He had just returned from the Olympiad. Having now given up these interests in sports, he was yet flushed with the thrill of physical pleasure, and a little loathe to enter completely the world of the mind at the agora. For this reason he watched, letting his attention drift from time to time to the maidens coming to fill their urns at the well, and at the frescoes and friezes, panelled on the buildings. Suddenly his attention was drawn to o solitary figure, clad majectically in a loin cloth, playing a bongo drum. It was Douglas Steere. Douglas had been an itinerant philosopher mak- ing so few trips to the agora that he seemed more of a visitor than on inhabitant. Reaching the center and pushing Parker and his disciples a little to the side, he spread his arms and started to speak. Foss and Johnson turned to listen, but not the disciples of Parker who urged Frank to continue his lecture at a more remote part of the square, knowing that when the day progressed, they would find themselves in the sun, though the rest were in shadows. In the middle of Steere ' s talk a great cry was heard and a bearded figure came running in, fol- lowed by several thousands of blackshirts. De- nouncing Plato ' s Republic and stating that he suffered no delusions about the intentions of any government, Frank Versaci climbed to the top of the well. Foss, Parker and Steere started for him as he continued to shout hysterically about the wonderful connection which he had found between fascism and pacifism. Meloney laughed, Stine de- cided he ' d go to the library. Hart was puzzled, and Johnson afraid as Versaci went on, thrashing his arms about in the darkening day. At last the three teachers met at the center, and joining together in a single effort, pushed Versaci down the well. It would seem to take a rare type of individual who could find a strong connection between Bibli- cal Literature, Russian and Spanish, yet even a more remarkable person who could devote himself so equally to the perfection of all three. Such a person would indeed have earned the right to be called liberally educated, and equally well- rounded . Certainly there is no more well-rounded person on campus than Thomas Harvey. The amaz- ing thing IS how he manages to find time and ability to spread himself out over such a wide field, to the exclusion, alas, of some of his ever present social responsibilities. Often it has been found that those who concentrate on one sub|ect are those who get the best grades. It is the test of a great scholar that he con do equally well in all fields. The success which Tom has had in those fields out- side of his Ma|or, which is Economics, has certainly earned him the right to number himself among those names such as Amsterdam and Abramson, the great scholars on the campus More than that, Tom has been a great unifying force among the faculty. Senor Asensio, Professor Flight, Miss deGraff and hloward Teaf would never have been aware of their kinship with one another had it not been for Tom. Nor would there hove been such a kinship between Messrs, Caselli and Reardon. Tom ' s somewhat disarming appearance to those who don ' t really know him belies his ever searching mind. So absorbed with the search for absolutes and truth, he often forgets to wear socks or even worse, but one can not ask too much of such a scholar. MUSIC Early on Tuesday morning, the twenty-third of April, several hundred grumbling students sluffed into Roberts Hall, eager to hear the annual per- formance of the best composers on the Haverford campus. This year it was no worse than usual, even better, cause it was shorter. That keen head of the Haverford Music De- partment, William Reese was, from the balcony, not in sight in the audience, nor was he particularly missed, for he had little to do with the compositions themselves, which could be solely blamed on Dr, Swan, who realistically apologized before each piece was performed, ridiculing each composer in an effort to transfer the guilt from himself The man with the distinguished beard was by far the most enjoyable thing on the program. Getting up before the audience, he sighed, leaned against the rostrum, nodded to the viola player who was also the union steward of the local, and ran down the stairs, holding his breath and then his ears. The fine string quartet was half way through the first composition before the audience realized that they- were no longer warming up. Most of the interest in this piece was centered around the second violinist who looked at all times as if she was about to poke cut the eye of the first violinist sitting next to her The fine musical facilities at Haverford showed through on the next piece m which there was a pedal screech to accompany the piano with singer Surely this was quite a bold step of originality, especially when the composer cleverly put the pedal squeak in an enharmonic key. This piece added meaning to Dylan Thomas ' poem, though the words were not heard by the audience. Later on in the program there was an added treat when a Bryn Mawr child got up and musically recited another poem, this time by the female contemporary of Thomas, who was at the time in residence in Bryn Mawr. The final piece put a finishing touch to the stu- dents ' view of the value of a music department, for It proved neither classic or romantic, but c rare mixture of sounds, ranging from a tremulous cre- scendo to a groan of a dying swan. BOOKS BOOKS T iirtv-eig)it i. ' 9 COLLECTION The most intriguing aspect of any Tuesday morning Collection program (popularly referred to as third day Meeting because of all the reading accomplished and general disinterest in the speakers) is found in the mezzanine section of the auditorium where one hundred odd seniors play hangman with classmates they normally never talk to and at the same time practice perfected techniques of Collectionmanship (the art of col- lective facial engrossment and intellectual self- deception) (a much more difficult and precise art than Studentmanship which depends simply upon the skill of the individual). Nevertheless, despite the general atmosphere of concealed ennui gener- ated there is no place any senior (even Peter Moloney) knows of where the most soporific speaker is given such a hearty round of applause and so many shouts of more ' . (Several theories have been advanced that attribute the resounding ovations to special acoustical effects provided for in the will of William Pyle Philips, and the cries of more to a sonor phenomenon that arises from the clapping of hands — an effect not unsimilar to the one observed when thee is standing near the green house.) Fortunately for everyone, however, a farsighted alumnus donated a large face clock that con be seen by even the most nearsighted speakers which effectively terminates what otherwise could be a perpetual cycle of clapping and more and clap- ping and more ; and which, at the same time, subtly reminds the speaker that he is talking to a group of empty stomachs. But perhaps the real high point of any collec- tion program comes about fifteen minutes before anyone enters the auditorium. It ' s about that time that Ed Stevens con be found, a solitary maestro, calmly trying to unlock the secrets of the organ with the wrong key. Despite his best efforts, when the student body finally arrives they can never master anything more difficult than Swarthmore Won ' t Shine Tonight — it ' s little wonder that Ed finally decided to give up a brilliant career as a Quaker organist and enter the field of economics and matrimony instead. For those whose names were accidently omitted from the Collection attendance charts and con- sequently most likely denied themselves the ad- vantages of Hoverford ' s sixth course, the most memorable experience of the year was when Frank Quinn threw a pebble into the intellectual sea in front of him It may have been only a pebble, but it made a sizeable splash — a splash which got too few of us wet. Thirtynine DEFENSE DEPARTMENT CONTROVERSY The big tent was enlivened briefly during last February by a new sideshow called Defense De- partment Funds . The show proved to be a great popular success, 250 odd members of the great unwashed flocking to its first, and last perform- ance. Its popularity was no doubt due to its com- prehensiveness: combining the worst features of the revue and the spectacular, it presented an omnibus display of local talent, including a sword swallow- ing act by faculty scientists, a display of acrobatics by Douglas Steere, a corps of clowns led by Frank Versoci, and it was all topped off by a rousing, old-time religious revival that stopped |ust short of the second coming The show was emceed by Ira Reid, who handled the task with all his customary dialectical skill, occasionally establishing contact with the audience. It began with a dramatic monologue by Louis Green, who outlined the origins of the controversy in minute detail. Ira Reid then asked for all factual questions, explicitly barring contributions to the discussion until later, whereupon William Bacon Evans got up to moke a contribution to the dis- cussion and left The students next subjected Louis Green to a barrage of questions — the same ques- tions, on the whole — which he faced manfully until shell shock began to set in The divertisse- ment began in earnest when the floor was thrown open to the great unwashed, whose diverse talents provided the show with its substance. After over two hours of sound and fury, a final omen was registered by the reading of the plaque on the Common Room wall (which bears a mot of Frederic Shorpless) to the hushed and misty-eyed throng Then, after hearing Ira Reid sum up the night ' s gibberish by saying that the problem was as old as Western civilization , they silently folded their tents and stole away. A new development in audience participation was pioneered by the producers of the Defense Depart- ment show. The illusion was conveyed that the audience functioned both as cast and as play doctor, i.e , that their sputtenngs would affect the fifth act outcome which was as yet unwritten. This ingenious device not only stirred the participating hordes to euphoric heights but also avoided the necessity of giving away money which, one sur- mises, might have hod to come from the Defense Department. The after-effects were slight and subsided soon. The News , printed on editorial which was 80% misunderstanding. And the Board of Managers appointed a committee, as boards of managers tend to do, to study the problem They hove not been heard from since, nor has anyone else. Forty FIFTH DAY MEETING Haverford ' s traditional patterns of education hove not changed greatly over the years, but Within these patterns there has been noticeable change. Quaker Meeting, always a tradition and a requirement at Haverford, has lest much of its meaning for many students. There are relatively few Quakers in the student body, and few students who are content to spend one hour in ethereal contemplation. It is no longer a silent meeting Perhaps it is characteristic of this troubled age that people have to speak out in Meeting. Pro- fessors seem compelled to exorcise a devil at least twice every Meeting. What should be a religious service has been transformed into a symposium on anything from Ubongi cooki_ng practices to the migratory habits of the yellow-bellied sapsucker. The change is regrettable, and measures are being taken to reconcile the various opinions of Fifth Day Meeting at Haverford. As It is now. Meeting is anticipated by the stu- dents with as much relish as is Sunday supper in the Dining Hall. But come Thursday, we see stu- dents traversing the footbridge and trodding the path of the gmkoes to the Meeting house, where they enter the hubbub of fellow captives. There is a rush for the obscure bock rows and the seats near the back windows are coveted for their high quality of light for reading purposes. During the meeting, reading, sleeping, and speechmaking vie for prominence. Watches are synchronized as a favorite speaker rises. Students divert themselves with Time magazine, chemistry notes, day- dreams, and sometimes silent thought. The last is a minority triumph over Time, Space and after dinner speeches. The wails and ceiling of the Meeting house are confining and monologues weigh heavily on ascending thoughts. Group worship, if present, is as well hidden as a certain student who slept soundly through Meeting while lying on the floor under one of the benches But lest the preceding description should com- pletely slander Meeting in the reader ' s mind, we must admit that there are achievements in Meet- ing. A few students through superior concentration have caught glimmerings of the inner light. Sev- eral ethers have succeeded in worldly contempla- tion: there is perhaps some value in thinking about one ' s secular life on earth. Seme mysterious ele- ment IS also present in Meeting, which is un- fathomed by present students, but which is clearly manifest to alumni who praise Meeting in the way a voyager safe on dry land would praise the experience of riding out a squall in a leaky sailing ship with a mutinous crew. This paradox of the alumni who come to an appreciation of Meeting after they leave is one argument for the continua- tion of compulsory Meeting. The uniting function, the gathering of the whole college in one group at one time, is another. So Meeting will continue But changes are clearly needed. It has been suggested that the modern student cannot endure to think about him- self for one hour. Contemplation of his own char- acter IS so depressing that the student seeks es- cape in reading. It is perhaps more true that it is easier to read a magazine than to think seriously about oneself. However this may be, if Meeting IS to be changed, attitudes must be changed. This IS the raison d ' etre of Freshman meeting where Meeting is explained and freshmen ore exposed to a good meeting with interested upper- classmen and faculty mambers, i.e. they are pain- lessly brainwashed so that, at the proper time, they con bring favorable attitudes to Fifth Day Meet- ing. The Freshman Meeting has been fairly suc- cessful this year. Other improvements are being studied by a committee headed by Ralph Sanson. These changes however, will not clear the Meeting sky of the cloud of Compulsion, which has been tolerated in the past and seems necessary for the future of Meeting. Encouraging all the faculty members to come to Meeting has been suggested as well as bringing the lords of Roberts who sit up front in the facing benches in the Meeting house down amongst their peers for a more democratic meeting and a freer exchange of ideas and re- buttals between hesitant students and learned professors. Different arrangements for attendance will provide a smaller and therefore a closer knit, mere personal meeting. Beyond these changes, little can be done. Meeting will still be a voyage on a leaky sailing ship in a squall, but it is hoped that the crew will be less mutinous in the future. Fonv-oiie THE PHILIPS VISITORS The Philips Visitors Program is a distinctive and valuable feature of the Hoverford experience. Under the competent guidance of Charles Brown, the program was a successful means of providing addi- tional depth to the faculty. For the faculty and few students who are sufficiently trained to benefit from close association with outstanding men in their field, the program offers a rare and often inspiring experience; for the many students who attend the popularized lectures, the Philips Pro- gram, along with Collection, has the potential of a sixth course. While the entire college community may benefit either directly or indirectly from the generous en- dowment of Mr. Philips, the program has neverthe- less come to symbolize the favored role that the natural scientists and their projects enjoy at Haver- ford. It seems unfortunate that at such a dis- tinguished institution there is not at least a fund ' to provide for the safe and speedy transportation of decadent pianos to the Founders Concert Hall ' to restore some sort of liberal arts balance. Among the prominent Philips Visitors this last year have been; GORDON W. ALLPORT, Professor of Psychology, Harvard University. SOLOMON E. ASCH, Professor of Psychology, Sworthmore College. MAYNARD BARNES, United States Ambassador to Bulgaria, 1945-1948. LUCIEN BERNOT, Conseil National de la Re- cherche Scientifique. HUGH BORTON, Director, East Asian Institute of Columbia University. DAVID BUTLER, Dean, Nuffield College, Oxford University. HENRY STEELE COMMAGER, Professor of His- tory, Columbia University. PAUL H. DOUGLAS, United States Senator from Illinois. JOHN T. EDSALL, Professor of Biochemistry, Har- vard University. RALPH 0. ERICKSON, Professor of Botany, Uni- versity of Pennsylvania. RENE FULOP-MILLER, Professor of Sociology, Hunter College. ROBERT K. A. GARDINER, Permanent Secretary for the Housing Ministry of Ghana. ROGER B. HARDY, Professor of Pudendumology, University of Manchester. ROBERT HARTLEY, Director, International Studies, Brookings Institution. FOLYKARP KUSCH, Professor of Physics, Columbia University. MARCEL MAGET, Director, Laboratoire d ' Ethno- graphie Francaise du Musee des Arts et Tradi- tions Populaires. JULIAN PITT RIVERS, Visiting Professor of An- thropology, University of California. B. F. SKINNER, Professor of Psychology, Harvard University. VICTOR R. WEISSKOPF, Professor of Physics, Massachusetts Institute of Technology. GILBERT F. WHITE, Professor of Geography, Uni- versity of Chicago. Fortvtwo THE NEWS Controversy ' One cannot say of that messianic soul, John Schott, that he mokes mountains out of mole hills; he ma ' kes mountains out of everything, including mole hills, and, to be sure, not a few mountains as well. He is a bom reformer with a propensity for seizing bulls, sacred and otherwise, by the toil, a view of education a little exalted even for Haver- ford, and an occasional tendency to confuse him- self with Jesus Christ. It is not surprising, then, that John ' s major im- pact on the college has been in the role of cru- sading journalist, rather than in that of able stu- dent, which he also fills. After a more than ordi- narily undistinguished freshman year, he began to blossom forth as on amalgam of Savonarola and Horace Greeley, and wos in his junior year elected Editor-in-Chief of the local edition of the Farmer ' s Almanac. John, whose capacity for getting work done was equalled only by his capacity for making more, had first to deal with his Managing Editor, Jonathan Gallant. The latter was an individual relaxed to the point of stupor, although subject to brief, epileptic fits of activity, and one who took The News and its crusading editor even less seriously than he took most other college paraphernalia. In no time at all, however, he was merrily joining in the task of turning the college upside down. And by the end of the semester, Schott had him working so hard that even now, while engaging in his favorite sport of vegetation, Gollant will sometimes break into a cold sweat at the thought of those hectic times. John Schott would be the first to deny that his Haverford News was anything but the best ever put out at Haverford. This it may not have been, but It was, certainly, a newspaper the likes of which the college will probably not see for some time, largely because, at the first hint of another, the alumni will descend shrieking on the campus and burn the Union. Technically, it was a good job: relatively well written and edited, and excellently laid out. John had visions of a regularly six page News (count- ing, of course, on the assistance of Gerhard Fried- rich) and put out several six page issues; there would have been more had not a sit-down strike, fomented by Gallant, dampened the Editor ' s ardor. It was the editorials, however, which gave Schott ' s News its distinctive, voice-crying-in-the-wilderness tone, and caused a minor convulsion in that under- developed area known as the Alumni Associa- tion. The alumni expected of the editorial column only the sedative murmur of platitudes, tempered with on occasional distant hosanna. Instead they got several solemn pronunciamentos, heavy with the spirit of Gilbert White, on The Liberal Education etc., and a series of detailed criticisms of whatever on campus Schott and Gallant thought needed purification in the sacrificial flames of News editorial censure. Palpitation set in when the paper fired on pre- medical students, the Presidential Selection Com- Fort -three mittee, the Social Science 11-12 course, and ths Departments of English, Chemistry, and Engineer- ing, The alumni ' s cup of woe overflowed, however, when the decision to build the field house was dubbed idiotic and the tabernacle itself was referred to as monstrous . For a time, the Alumni Association bore such bolshevisms with the stoic resignation of a stuck pig. At length, it arose in all its maiesty and, speaking ex cathedra , indicated that although, of course, no one wanted to interfere with freedom of the press or anything like that, a withdrawal of alumni financial support was not beyond the realm of possibility The News had, at the tims of this encounter, the vocal and vigorous support of perhaps as much as 3% of the student body, although this estimate may be too high. A somewhat larger minority (all thought, action, and opinion seem to be the prov- ince of minorities on Haverford ' s adventurous campus 1 rebuked The News for not presenting the views of the typical student, undeterred by the obviousity that the typical student did not, and in all probability could not, edit the newspaper A more serious objection was that raised to the paper ' s brief flirtation with yellow |Ournalism dur- ing the Student Council Elections. Crusader Schott shrewdly disassociated himself from his candidate after nominating him But The News write-uDS of the candidates ' speeches exuded a certain partisan- ship by employing the subtle device of quoting the stupidest things said, of which there was no lack, by the office-seekers the editors opposed Events were taking on the appearance of a grade C movie, and the administration was running its fingers through its rapidly diminishing hair at the thought of convulsing the alumni with more contro- versial editorials, when Editor Schott discovered that he could not keep the college on the straight and narrow and pass his course work at the same time He therefore oscended to the celestial heights of Publisher , an office created for the occasion, and the technical details of putting out the paper were left to Gallant and a rising subordinate, John Adams, into whose nerveless fingers The News was soon to fall Despite a somewhat beleaguered air, accentu- ated by a paneless window in its office which had been broken by some mere playful critics. The News managed to maintain its customary confu- sion and brought forth four more issues which were notable for their sheer grandeur, sweep, and table d ' hote It also scaled new heights of acrimony in the finoi editorial of the semester. This was a Parthian shot at the Athletics program which, be- side exhibiting something less than ecstatic delight with the emphasis given to football and the system of what It called compulsory recreation , also poked accustomed fun at the colosseum and ac- tually called for a resignation. The response was immediate. Some of the more frolicsome athletics loyalists, demonstrating that sportsmanship and sense of fair play for which organized athletics are noted, responded by: o) threatening to kick the publisher ' s teeth in, which ones not specified; b) sending a procession of television repairmen and florists with what were apparently meant to be funeral wreaths to his entry; c) sending in a false fire alarm in his name. These maneuvers caused vast merriment on cam- pus but, it may be assumed, somewhat less among local television repairmen, florists, and fire departments. A more scholarly reply came later from an alumnus who had learned to write at some time during his academic career (an accomplishment that hod evidently eluded the authors of the above- mentioned pranks). He wrote in to say that, al- though he couldn ' t sling de big woids like the author of the editorial, he ' d sure like to meet him someday on a football field in football uniform. However, he confided that he was all for learning, knowledge, study, etc. in an aside, and so the cause of education may not yet be lost. The same issue of the newspaper that bore the editorial also announced Schott ' s and Gallant ' s resignations, news which, if it did not precisely result in dancing in the streets, at least caused considerable relief in some quarters and sent o shudder of ennui through the student body as a whole. In retrospect, the editorial series which stirred up such a tempest in the college teapot was neither entirely wise nor entirely ill considered. A few of Its salvos were foolish or unjust. On the other hand, a number of changes similar to ones it suggested have since been carried out by the English and Chemistry Departments, and the Faculty Curricu- lum Committee. Shortly after the two Jacobins resigned. The Alumni Association, demonstrating new alertness, began circling The News for a landing And landed. The subsequent News was for over a semester unbesmirched by a hint of controversy, except for an occasional absent minded twitch about a dull collection speaker or Mrs. Nugent. Perhaps the students, noticing the difference, will eventually be more receptive to a livelier news- paper. For the alumni, into whose dim ranks the class of ' 57 is plunging, there is probably no hope. And so our tale of intrigue, suspense, and de- mentia in the bazaars of ancient Haverford College totters to its inevitable climax and collapses. The evil doers, abashed but unrepentent, slink off to their graduate schools and $2,000 fellowships; and the placid virtues of harmony, resignation, and generally keeping the nose clean ooze back into the market place. Satis superque. Fortyjiie A RECORD The Record is about the only Haverford or- ganization which has to petition tor members- Even worse than getting people to pin is getting them to work. This year, thinking that he could save himself some work, the editor stated that it was to be a class project. If it was a class project, then there were only three or four in the class. Caught up in this mess was Bill Yost, the Busi- ness Manager who spent most of his first semester wondering what his |ob on The Record was to be. The editor had chosen another manager origi- nally who unfortunately stayed but half the year, leaving every thing except the stationery in on awful mess. When Bill assumed the latter ' s title, he found that the true mess was glossed over by a veneer of efficiency which was efficient only in creating more work. The guts of the organization were always in a state of upheaval of which the editor was not aware as he went on gaily spending money he didn ' t have. It was a credit to all that Yost was able to bring out this book. This year ' s Record is about as strange as the organization behind it, but admittedly different and daring, Bing, Milam, Gallant, and Holsteod have all vowed never to return for a class reunion for fear of their lives. It seems hard to believe that anything done or written was in a spirit of fun, but such was the intention. Certainly they had a lot of fun writing it. Forty-six w H R C As years g o, this has been a most meaningful one for WHRC. A rigid schedule of announcing and engineering was established early in the semester and industrious interest has served to make a solid retinue of airshows result from this. The board, under the artful and sometimes exuberant leadership of Dave Ellis, has met consistently and with purpose. The technical management of Dan Eyster has resulted in a plethora of gadgets and gew-gows to shock the most placid and experi- enced engineers. Energy and a quick tongue re- sulted in a year ' s contract from Lucky Strike with a United-Press teletype as the reward, as well as new favors from the College Radio Corporation in the form of spots that paid real money. The suc- cess of this year is monumental considering the confusion of mental and physical wiring that was so much a part of the station up to this time. With a rich new collection of records, working capital, and uncanny spirit of staff, WHRC shows some real promise of solidity. One of the most solid items on the station ' s log for the past four years has been the smoothly- sliding, richly-honeyed voice of Bill Tyson. Bill claims the voice has almost caused him to lose his honor to unchaste maidens countless times, but his contemporaries claim that he speaks in such silken tones that his dates tend to drift off to sleep. (To end this threat, he took up smoking a smudgy pipe: the women still sleep but he enjoys talking to the pipe.) Bill threatens Spain with a year-long visit next fall; Franco hasn ' t yet changed his visage, but then again neither has Bill. Forty-seven G O V E R N M E N T The heads and porticipants of the great campus •political organizations |Oined in a single effort in conjunction with the FBI to find the perpetra- tors of the Easter Egg caper, Charles Mack and his trusty assistant Bob Hunt were the first on the scene, quickly followed by slinky C i A. agents. Hunt had |ust been promoted for his solving of what was being put down in the annals of the ' State Department as the Toddle House Story , a thrilling case in which it was found that the waitress in the Toddle House hod been passing on secrets from the helicopter factory to o special agent at Haverford College, the one person who remained uncaplured in the case Quickly to see the connection between the Toddle House and the Easter Egg, Hunt surmised that the same person was behind each, especially since pink and yellow seemed to be the dominant colors used m the painting of the stones Whatever the cause, and ■whoever the persons involved. Mack and Hunt, and the CLA, were sure of one thing. In some way the Democrats and Socialists were to blame As was typical of their usual perception. Hunt -and Mack had hit on the truth. Using the eye of the omniscient author and observor, let us drift ' back little way into the past to the night before Easter A light green Volkswagen drove up and down the road m front of Roberts, Two heads looked wanly out of the windows, looking for people. Finally the car came to a stop and two figures slid out. One wore a sign of J C. Antichrist, and the other a slightly beat up Adlai button which had been his reward from a rather fruitless campaign. The one with the sign jumped up and down end said to the other, Let ' s give these capitalist on Easter they ' ll never forget Humming the Dies I roe he danced around, wav- ing a paint brush, applying only pink paint to the rounded stones which he said looked like , well knowing him, you know what he said they looked like. The other figure was all for putting S D A on the stones, but the smarter one knew that It would be a way to trace them, and in turn find out about the helicopter factory, for indeed these were the same subversives. Piling the paint back into the Volkswagen they drove off. Since the mystery remained unsolved, even by secret investigator Hunt, we offer this as our confi- dential expose of international intrigue on the Haverford scene. Let this be a lesson to all who try to hide behind the protective folds of some organization. Basketball The Basketball Team, in amassing a rather disappointing record of seven wins and nine losses, nonetheless showed some moments of greatness, moments which made the season just that more depressing, for unrealized potential is almost worse than no potential at oil, and much more frus- trating. It IS hard, and sometimes wrong to point out the weaknesses in a team, but with this team, there seemed to be one glaring weakness. At no time did they function well as a team, the reason why perhaps best unknown. Certainly there were enough good players Leading the team were co-captains Harry Allen and Gene Hudson, the former certainly one of the very best players in the area, and the latter periodically one of the hottest shots. Periodically is a key word which more or less describes the team. Every one on the first team was capable of a good performance and often gave just that, but three individual performances on the part of Walton, Hudson and Allen never seemed to be put together. If one of these key men were on, invariably one of the others was not. This of course made the season interesting, but didn ' t help the overall record any. Rounding out the starting five were Ben Dent and Marty Weigert. A very good gome to watch, as far as the score went, was the first game against Swarthmore, in which Ben Dent scored sixteen points and Larry Forman, an excellent Freshman, handled the boards. Larry too was a hot and cold player, scoring over twenty points at Delaware, and being handcuffed in other games. The loss of Weigert through sickness no doubt hurt the team, and even wben Marty returned, he was not as effective as he had been. Gene played his best game against Drexel, and had he not fouled out at the beginning of the fourth quarter, the team might hove pulled one of the area ' s big upsets of the year. It would not have been much of an upset, thcugh, to those who knew the worth of the team, for it could have beoten any small college team that it lost to, including Drexel. In his best gome. Gene scored nineteen points, in addition to keeping Buckley, Drexel ' s ace, fairly well under control. With his exit from the game, the team lost its confidence and drive, another common failing. Horry was the team ' s leading scorer, though his best gome was one in which he did not score so many points Whenever Harry would appear in a tight situation, murmurs would circulate around the gym about his coolness under fire, for Harry was the one player who could keep his head and hold the team together. At Ursinus he demonstrated this fantastic coolness, and thanks largely to him, the team came from way behind to win by comfortable margin. p A I N T I N G A N D S C U L P T U R E NON AC JUNIORS Distinctive of the intermediate stage of develop- ment is the oftentimes disillusioning and yet miraculous phenomenon of metamorphosis. Dis- illusioning OS is any dream that fades when touched by reality; miraculous that from a hodge podge of scattered materials and architectural nightmares the first signs of a disciplined, maturing, func- tional structure are at last slowly emerging. The most typically Havsrford of all Haverford institutions is the Class Night Show, the most anticipated and over-emphasized two hours of dubious entertainment that exist. For each half hour show, there are usually about one or two people who give up two weeks of school completely, and several more who think they have. Class com- petition is fierce and wholesome , and the final decision, made by obviously corrupt judges, always wrong, except to the winning class. The wrong show is invariably picked and this year proved no exception to the rule. Seme said the general caliber of Class Night shows was improved, but rather it seemed to this writer that they ware consistent and all about even, with no great shows as in the past, but with the blessing of exhibiting no flops like the Sophomore Show of the Class of 1958. Certainly the only show which opprooched the great efforts of the Class of 1957 over the past few years was this same class ' s show, and in this article, we hope to show why. The Freshman show hod some very fine mcments in it, enough for them to deserve the appellation usually accorded most Freshman Shows as b ' ing the best Freshman Show ever . Some thought that this ' show was also better than the winning produc- tion, but that in itself was no feat, for all of the other shows seemed to surpass the |udges ' choice The Freshman were handicapped by a lack of good music and by a slow pace which often killed off some really fine statements about the Fr=shman orientotion program. Particularly memorable was the scene with the Customs Committee in which the limits of the Honor System were delineated. Led by Werner Muller who made the sweetest girl imaginable, the Freshman Class showed more than any other Freshman Class in four years an aware- ness of the college and at times quite amazing perception, perception. The Sophomore Show wa s the winning choice and proved, as in the past, the judges ' love for a simp ' e allegory which was cleor ev n to the Social Sciences The setting for this show was cf all places in a monastery, making their performance for those who had seen the same show two years before and heard the same |okes a little bit tiresome. Psycho- logically it was very excitina. for who would suspect that out of all the many subjects, that two classes would hit on such a subtle conveyance for their allegory? That certainly would be an interesting thing to follow up. Though using jokes which had for the aged Seniors and faculty about the same freshness os Bryn Mawr, and though it was written in rather sloppy blank verse which had as its sole virtue the fact that it sounded better the first time you heard it than the second, the skit produced careful continuity, rounding off well in a final chorous of waving burlap and dry sack, a climactic failing in all the other shows. Not wishing to say anything bad about such a superlative production, let us odd that the voice of Jim Katowitz, leading the chorus through a wine-impassioned rendering of the Dies I roe , was magnificent. The Junior Show had Ken Geist, but he was not quite strong enough to carry the rest with him. An excellent actor, he truly deserved the best actor oword from the |udges. Perhaps a weakness as for as the ideal cf Class Night shows is concerned is that Geist ' s show was not a class effort, but rather the concerted and sincere effort of one person. Ken wrote it, directed it, and starred in it. We can not help but feel that it was somehow fitting that he should receive the award and not the class. The show itself was not original and could be seen, with slight variations, in many theaters in New York. It was pretty well written, but did not exhibit much of a sense of the theater, at least that port of the theater which holds the audience ' s attention. It IS always hard for a Senior Class to drum up enthusiasm for a show The Class of 1957 had won twice in a row, a new record at Haverford, and much enthusiasm, especially on the part of those responsible for past successes, was dead. Halstead and Bing didn ' t care if they ever sow another script or lyric. Moss certainly didn ' t want to direct and was planning to leave that weekend. Hoover was writing a string quartet, and Hovilond, recovering from the plague, decided he ' d study for comps. Weeks rolled by with little or no activity except for a skit about Gilbert and Sullivan in Penn Fruit. With about three weeks to go, someone, in the per- son of Mike Heeg, became panicky, for nothing hod been done, Halstead and Bing waited in glee till they had, they thought, the class over a barrel. Then they offered their services in return for some class effort on the Record, a bargain which they alone adhered to. The combination which hod written the three previous shews started to work again, this time though, with a singular lack of in- spiration Halstead hod to keep prodding Bing who was not interested in the least until he had written himself the lead. Whipping off a two page script made from the remnants of a discarded idea of the year before, they leaned back, success on their faces, and waited to see what Hoover could do with the music. What Harry did was truly astounding, surpassing even his music of the past years as far as variety and excellence. This time there was no denying that the music was the whole show, though the cost felt a little handicapped because Bing had neglected to write any lyrics until the day before c L A S S N G H T the performance. Bill Moss, in his perennial role of director and dancer, suffered the same mental anguish of unwanted responsibility as in the past, but this year could laugh at the ridiculous situation. Ideally the Senior Show approached very nearly the epitome of what a show should be. It planned to take something contemporary with Haverford, and not leaving it in the mire of exclusive student appeal, was going to give it general significance. This seems to be the framework under which a good show should be written. Probably the biggest contributing factor why this impression was not sustained through the whole audience was the lack of preparation and rehearsing which the Senior Class afforded to a really fine idea. Giving the pressing argument of the Defense Contracts a new twist, they brought new poignancy to the problem the whole college was facing, as well as subtly giv- ing a point of view. Dumping the controversy in a cesspool of allegory, they came up with the Martial Plan , which as is known concerned the invasion of Martians from the Donhamites to the Haverford campus in an effort to steal the bell, symbol of the intangible spirit which Haverford was unwilling to give to any government, Martian or not. Their attempt was to weave this into an artistic pattern which might disarm, but never mislead the audience The audience seemed to get the message, while the judges did not. Within this enactment of the controversy in pantomine, ballet and songs, was a rather clever impersonation of William Baken Evans, done by Tony Bing. Though he, too, was intended as a symbol, his symbolic meaning seemed to be swallowed up in Bing ' s desire to be a ham. Bill and Binny danced very well, and for Binny there was seen the change from sheet stealer to Persian drunk to saintly Quaker, a progression not untypical of his four years at Haverford. In an effort to make some kind of tribute to the fine |ob Binny did as cheerleader and kazoo organizer, Bing and Holstead wrote in a little part for the kazoos at the end. All in all it was a very pleasant performance for all concerned, and it was with a little regret that Binny, Bill, Lauro, Harry and Tony walked away from Roberts without any prize for the show which probably was as good as any they ever produced. Their dis- appointment was tempered by a growing realization of four years that what is to be obtained from Class Night con not ever be engraved on the outside of any cup. -.±::6 Slowly I pushed the door open. I hod opened this door many times before, but this time I hod a reason; I wanted to go in. Self-consciously I stepped inside and cleared my throat. On the edge of G low red corduroy covered bed sat a thin figure, his chin sunk deep into his chest, his hands hanging to the floor between his knees. Through the smoke of a cigarette smouldering in the ash tray I saw the figure of a girl in the dimly lit corner. She was sitting so that I could see her knees, I admired her knees for a moment and then spoke : Frank, I said, the ' Revue ' is getting more like the ' Soturday Evening Post ' every year; popular romance, trite sweet-talk about the beautiful world, happy endings, and a gay picture on the cover. What kind of a college magazine is that? Just what, I ask, is your conception of good litera- ture? ' The figure that had been listening atten- tively, slowly swung around and stretched himself out on the bed. Contemplating the ceiling, he be- gan speaking in a well modulated voice, Shut the door. The girl coughed. On the wall I sow a sign which read, The ' Revue ' is one of the three best college magazines in the country. Signed, Frank Conroy, editor. He continued, Who are you trying to impress? What ' s wrong with the ' Saturday Evening Post ' ? The girl, paying close attention, broke in, I don ' t believe you ' ve closed the door. I was shaken by the reply; I tried once more, You know OS well as I do, if a magazine sells, there ' s something wrong with it. Frank looked at me, groping for the cigarette still smoldering in the ash tray, So what, no one reads it, it ' s just good to have, like six volumes of Winston Churchill. I couldn ' t argue with that, it was good to have. I liked to press my hands against the smooth covers and run my fingers over the supple pages, but then I snapped back to reality, But you don ' t understand, I struggled for words, I . . . ' I ' read it, but it just doesn ' t portray life the way it is; the world is difficult and tired and sad; life is a struggle against ignorance, against stupidity, against . . . , the word got tangled in my throat, I gagged, Don ' t make me laugh, the girl said coldly. She laughed. But what about the editorial board, I gasped, E. B, White III, Mather Feick, Dan Parker and Peter Hunt, This isn ' t their conception of literature, is it ' ' ' ' Frank, finally finding his cigarette, took a deep puff, and letting the smoke slowly filter through his sensitive nostrils, answered, We print what we get, if that isn ' t life, so much the worse for life. He stuck his little finger in his ear, slowly twisting it he continued, a helluva lot of people read the ' Saturday Evening Post, ' I don ' t have to tell you that. The girl coughed and scratched her right knee with her left hand; I hadn ' t noticed what thin fingers she had. I turned to leave; Frank called after me, Shut the door on your way out. I slowly closed the door behind me. Suddenly I didn ' t care; my soul burst its bonds and I felt, for the first time, free. I knew I would, I must, write; I would shatter those college- boy illusions. 1 spat on the floor and pushed on into the cool night; that darkness which envelops all ugliness and sham in a friendly anonymity. T H E R E y U E ' T H E DRAMA C L U B The Drama Club ' s season had a decidedly light- hearted tone, three comedies, albeit of a serious nature, and a fourth of unserious intent. These ambitious undertakings included two plays by modern verse dramatists. Fry ' s Phoenix Too Fre- quent , and Eliot ' s The Cocktail Party , balanced by the infrequently performed Measure for Meas- ure and the too frequently performed She Stoops to Conquer . In its second year under Director Bob Butmon, and the new Drama Club president, E B. White, the season was completed successfully, that is, all the plays w ere produced on the scheduled weekends. Though handling material scmewhot beyond the ken of the Haverford thesbian corps, the plays abounded in fine settings, new faces, and intellec- tually gratified, if aesthetically wounded audiences. The season ' s opener, Phoenix , Fry ' s meta- physical poem to the |oys of the flesh and spirit, featured freshman Dave Morgan as the virile, in- fatuated officer, Jinty Myles, well-known purveyor of ingenue wiles carried over from the previous season, as the affectedly grief-stricken widow, and Barbara Taze, as a multi-lingual slapstick servant. Though the verse rhythms, and humor of the re- incarnated Bard showed through the somewhat in- definite characterizations, the aura of believability, sometimes associated with acting, was hidden be- hind the sunflowers , or whatever those horti- cultural specimens are that Mr. Fry plants as images. Sixty-two Measure for Measure , the full scale mobiliza- tion for Bryn Mawr ' s undergrad weekend, was ari effort as virtuous as the play ' s central themes of mofolity and justice, procticed variously by the denizens of mythical Vienna. Bill Tyson ' s Duke was distinguished by an expres- sive baritone range that failed to give the impres- sion that he knew what he was talking about. In all fairness, this part is a very difficult one to put across or for the actor himself to understand. Isabella, as played by Pat Moron, had fine poetic moments, though her passionate convictions be- came at times a trifle sharp-edged, and a little out of character. Ken Geist, os Angelo, displayed a theatricclly effective, or affected, sense for the traditional proscenium-enconsed soliloquies, and evidenced strong facial suffering for the benefit of the closest orchestra spectators. He did, however, seem the sole person to feel the meaning of the character he was representing Eric Koskoff amencanized and sentimentalized Cloudio without much improvement, Andy Miller offered a highly entertaining, though narrow, in- terpretation of Lucio, and Roger Hardy emerged amusingly as Pompey, though th ability of his mind did not seem to come through in his body. High spots included the ingenious revolving sets of Peter Rockwell and Bill Bertolet, the charming duet of Ellie Childs and Tony Bing, and Mr, Geist ' s anxious, studied passes at Miss Moron in the tense seduction scene, as well as on stage. Though the characterizations were individual, their delineations proved rather divisive in the over- all effect, but in spite of the disjointed quality of the production, the prevailing tenor of sordid vice and virtue triumphed over the broken rhythm of this intriguing problem comedy. The March presentation, The Cocktail Party unexpectedly proved to be the finest group effort of the season, Eliot ' s now famous comedy, a continuing source of puzzlement for critic and viewer, with references to metaphysical sanatonums and ant-hill cruci- fixions, provided a thoughtful and theatrically exciting evening for the year ' s largest audience in Goodhart, The Haverford contingent, headed by Charlie Knight as the omniscient psychiatrist, solemnly in- toning the verse through a ponderous set of whiskers, and Jon Korper as the amusingly be- devilled husband, both made outstanding contribu- tions in establishing the key prototypes of Eliot ' s contemporary allegory. For Charlie it was a long jump from the role of the Provost in Measure for Measure , Andy Miller ' s keen sense of timing and comic in- ventiveness shewed to advantage in his subdued characterization of the culinary guardian , and Eric Schoonover, moking a step from the hooded hangman, invested the somewhat bland role of the aesthetic wanderer with a sincerity one sensed rather than experienced. The now perennial Miss Myles played the saintly Celio with uncommon restraint, for her, as well as wi th compassion, and Kathy Kolhas, when not burdened with some rather brood gestures, brought the required humor to the scatter-brained Julia, totally lacking in the affected Lavinio of Cynthia Hoi ley, ■;■ Since it is always a little risky wri-ting a review about a ploy which has not as yet been performed, She Stoops to Conquer will have to be in the form of a sneak preview. Heading the list of males is Sixty four Eric Koskoff, renowned ham, whose face appears in this play in all but three scenes. Playing opposite him IS Pam Wylie who looks mere like a Williams ' Laura than a buxom eighteenth century heroine. E. B. IS back for another round at the histrionic wheel as are most of the eld standbys. The sched- uled play for which She Stoops is a replacement was to be the Beggars Opera , but the ever tem- peramental Dr. Reese withdrew his orchestra sup- port at the last moment, desiring to wait till he had a better orchestra, yet knowing that it will not exactly be forthcoming. The production might have flopped, but that has never stood in the way of the intrepid director and his faithful few. As was evidenced in The Cocktail Party , Di- rector Butman ' s ability was at its best in molding an outstanding cohesive group effort. His aim of presenting only the most thoughtful and significant drama, regardless of production and acting defi- ciences, condemned as foolhardy by many, can be more or less vindicated by tbe productions of this year, particularly The Cocktail Party . It has been for more entertaining watching a good play put on just so-so, than watching, as in the oast, a bad play getting a good performance. The Drama year for the audience and actors of 1957 has been most challenging. - T i ' iw -« J jL ' i - l M I MO m4 ' «ilHM - I m v: GLEE CLUB AND ORCHESTRA L..._:jlr The most populous of the campus activities, ou ' - side of the Students ' Association, in which member- ship is similarly enforced, is the Glee Club. For- tunately there is such a love of singing on the Haverford campus that not even the taking of an oath upon entrance to the club takes away the enthusiasm. Once again, as in the dining room, meeting, and other organizations, there is ex- emplified in the Glee Club the tremendous urge to belong to something and to have an organization in which the individual con fit without having to do anything for himself. Without wishing to psy- chologically explain anything, it seems that these )Oining drives may be the result of the overstress of enforced individualism. The rehearsals for the Glee Club and orchestra as well are run by a hyper-sensitive drill sergeant who tolerates nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing. In him Haverford has one of the finest musical di- rectors in the country. Bill Reese consistently turns out a fine singing group which must not only be regarded as a tribute to his own conducting genius, but also to the ability and desire for those he trains who feel that they are making a sort of harmony, even though aware of an underlying dissonance. Sixty-six Following a long line of basses, Erik Mezger be- come co-president this year. As a leading second boss in both the Glee Club and Octet, and as a person with vast organizational powers and inter- ests, he was the natural choice for the position. During his office the Club had a relatively good year, with the institution of a Freshman Club being one of its finer achievements. If devotion to the organization is any criterion for excellence, it must be stated that Erik did an admirable |ob. Belonging both to the Glee Club and the Or- chestra was just one side of Marc Abramson ' s many interests. When not studying, he could be often seen fiddling around with women as he did with his cello, though often not with the same degree of success. The times in which he really didn ' t like to employ his musical talents were those in which he was required to sing Happy Birthday, either to himself or others. Everything went best for Marc when he was calling the tune, and al- though the tune was often a solo, the solo was one of extreme intelligence, never slurred, often re- peated, and precise in its clarity. INTERNATIONAL CLUB Several years ago the Student ' s Council awarded the International Club the distinguished but ob- scure Edmund Jennings Lee prize which is given to that organization which demonstrates the best character and all around ability, or something It was well deserved for the new club had stimulated a good deal of interest in international affairs, even though they were largely gastronomical and social in nature. As would be expected, the novelty of Danish pastries and Dutch chocolates served by native connoisseurs wore off Last year when the dwindling club membership elected Akira Inye as president, they little suspected that despite his reverence for the past, there would result an overthrow of the status quo with the establishment of a new modus vivendi. However, during the year there was a conscious attempt by Akira and his carefully selected staff of advisors to plan pro- grams that revolved around controversial inter- national events — thus hopefully providing on added interest in and awareness of current problems in other countries that would extend beyond the Sun- day Times review of the news. As a result, there were fewer refreshments, but more refreshing meetings — the most interesting program revolv- ing around the Middle East crises and involving a panel discussion among several students imported from Bryn Mawr and Swarthmore, Throughout the year to effect any sort of international flavor to the meetings, it was always necessary to carry out such an immigration program — reflecting an un- fortunate limitation within the Haverford student body, but which after all could possibly be inter- preted as an intentional policy to promote closer relations between the scholastic trinity. It was no coincidence that the organizational hierarchy of the club this year resembled the struc- ture of feudal society. However, instead of bond- ing the Bodo internationalists to the organization by offering enticing fiefs and benefices in return for service, Akira simply handed out impressive titles with every |ob It proved to be an effective method even though it meant he had two vice- presidents in charge of transportation, four vice- chairmen in charge of drafting and making an- nouncements and seven presidents pro tempore in charge of attending meetings. Despite an otherwise retentive memory, Akira apparently forgot that it was always the same two people who received the commissions. Sixtv-ei ht COMMITTEES TAKEN EN MASSE I ' ve been a student ot Haverford College for nearly four years and yet it wasn ' t until )ust the other night at one of the Curriculum Committee meetings that I heard a very interesting discussion all about what makes Haverford what it is. I didn ' t follow everything that was being said but I thought o d scussion like thot was pretty worthwhile. But there was one guy there who kept saying that although the Curriculum Committee was one of the few committees appointed by the Student ' s Council whose ulterior purpose could lead to something other than a rehobilitation clinic for mal-od|usted students, that there still should be some limitations imposed upon the committee so they don ' t undertake every problem which is brought to the attention of the college at large. I didn ' t think that was very valid because we have done o lot of good things this year like on investigation into one and o holf hour dosses ond into the advisor program and the longuage departments and an investigation which I thought was especiolly good into the need for o psychiatrist on campus. Once someone suggested that we investigate the nurse because he felt that she was dis- couraging students from getting sick. But I ' m glod we didn ' t take that up because I don ' t think we have any business going into personalities. Anyway, I was going to tell you about the meeting the other night. The fellow next to me started it all when he said he didn ' t think there was anything either unique or distinctive about Haverford, unless you were a student there and then it tended to become the center of the universe I knew |u5t what he meant. But he didn ' t stop talking there. Instead he went on to soy how he thought that Haverford had o very fragmented student body and that we don ' t have any of the typical unify- ing institutions such as frats ond eating clubs He said he thought everyone roomed pretty much where they wanted ond with whom they wanted regordless of class, and that real unity was most strongly felt on an individual level within the numerous nuclei of Hi-Fi ond drama and bridge enthusiasts I think thot ' s probably pretty true But then some one cut in without even putting up his hand and said he felt something like class unity was largely a myth, with the possible excep- tion of Class N ght week and Alumni reunions, perpetrated on the freshman class by the Customs Committee to justify their existence I didn ' t th:nk that was very fair, but I felt better when he finished up by saying that the dearth of class con- sciousness was really a fortunate thing for it allowed a mobility and exchange among the classes which is on integral port of the informal Haverford education Then the chairman of the committee made a very good point. He said that this had its unfortunate effects, too, for it means a lot of students fall between the crocks and never find themselves As an example, he pointed out that most doting was done on an individual level so it made it hard for the inhibited student. And most students don ' t like stags cutting in on them at dances. If seems to me to be o real problem I don ' t know how it hoppened but then we were suddenly talking abou fraternities on campus I hadn ' t even known there were any, until this one fellow who seemed to be doing lot of talking said that the reason why students joined them was because there wasn ' t sufficient prestige and recogni- tion of their talent involved in being simply a member of several extra-curriculor activities ond so they found it neces- sary to join underground mutual odmirotion societies. He soid he didn ' t think that either their existence or purpose were compatible with the ideals of the college. But then someone pointed out that even the vice-president was a member. Another club which is sort of like a fraternity also get raked over the coals: Founders Club. I heard someone soy that the club hod no function other thon trying superficially to create student leaders on o campus where no one really cored much about hero worshipping. I always thought Founders Club wos pretty good star to hitch my wagon to The only thing is I don ' t approve of having to apply for member- ship It would moke it more like a big fraternity if they tapped you on the shoulder, God only knows how we got to tolking about the other things we did, but somewhere in the middle of the discussion someone brought up a very interesting point that I had never thought about before. They said that despite the fragmenta- tion on the individual level there were severo! elements which contributed to a feeling of unity in the student body. He said the dining hall was on obvious example where everyone shored a common experience, and that Collection ond Meeting were two other examples of experiences students shored together as a group, even though it was by o coercion. The chairman got another word in edgewise when he pointed out thot Stu- dent Government, including the Curriculum Committee gave a large number of students an opportunity to work for the community on a voluntary, olthough at times self-seeking, basis And finally this guy across the table who was doing so much tolking soid he felt that in many ways the most in- fluential element which contributes to a community feeling at Haverford is the Honor System. Actually what he said mode a lot of sense. He said thot for the majority of the students it provides a normol and healthy social atmosphere and that it had eliminated the need for less efficient means of regulating student conduct impos ed by the odministrotion which hod resulted in a minimum of friction between the student body ond the administration; and at the same time, he said he felt that it had relieved the faculty of the difficult responsibility of assuming o duol role as proctor and teacher — thus provid- ing opportunity for closer faculty-student relations. And finally he said he thoughr the Honor System contributed in some port to the i-ntegrity ond mutual confidence in academic wcrk which prevails at Haverford. I was pretty sure the discussion could have gone on oil night but just then the chairman soid that we would have to break it off because he had to finish up his project paper Sixtv-nine CHEMISTRY Canto n doubia rima to thee will 1 tell A journey to me that one time befell T ' was during the year of old fifty seven That took me below and not up to Heaven. For forty long nights and forty long days I travelled unendingly manifold woys. At times not believing the evil in things — Yet ever descending the concentnc rings Til finally I reached that lower-most place. Where no man ' til I hod dare show his face. The world that I saw was merely one room Where men labored endlessly womb to the tomb, Keeping apace, with their fatal fosks Assigned to their souls and not to their masks. Canto And now listen well to what I sholl say For what happened then may happen some day To any of you who to be kings Will let worldly pleasures be infernal things. Canto III The room that 1 sow contained in its spaces 20 Ten and six men with agonized faces, Passing their days imprisoned by Time In fiery hot walls of limestone and brime. 15 Set ' cntv Canto IV Poor Dutch Homester was the first whom I saw Compelled to his fate by Gay-Lussac ' s Low 25 To bubble and boil, to freeze, stain and bake A di-benzene ring for on edible coke — Repeating each night like a nugentish cook Ninety-eight poisons from his Meldrum ond Guck. And then through the fire, the smoke and the groy 30 Come the chemical fireman, Colin McCoy, To extinguish the fire and then to remake A bench for Old Dutch, oil night it would take. The fires which erupted would oft get so hot That Sisyphus Lachmon grew cold on the spot — 35 Lachmon who doily was ordered to bring Ten years of ice from a fast frozen spring Which ere he reached home, wouldn ' t you know. Melted ond changed into old HjQ Conto V And off to one corner away from the flames 40 Sat John Gray (ne Goren) at one of his games. And opposite John fast chained to a choir Was William P. Doherty, who gave not a core. If ace followed king or club followed spode — Hence, John never won nor a Master wos mode. 45 And mocking at them, spotlessly groomed Were Murroy and Joy eternolly doomed To help one another mix chemicals gay Which splashed on their clothes and dissolved them owoy. And conceoling chagrin Murray then would exploin 50 Just who was Godot ond everything germoin. But Jay never listened, for already he knew. And would rather watch Groff os he mode something new From rubidium, rhodium, neon and zinc Mixing them all in his private lab sink 55 Equipped with oldest test tube and beoker Holf used by him and half by Doug Meoker Who bragged more than once that by crossing the Styx, He lost freed himself, from his friends ' politics — But )ust as poor Diller would get something done 60 Along came Sir Culbert to break up his fun And remind him and Doug that lob has been meant For projects of Walters and not to invent. 1 I He DIVINE conei v dr) Canto VI 65 70 And speaking of projects, don ' t let me forget Tontalus Walters the governments pet Who stretched out his hand in vain to catch hold Of a contract with Wilson, bringing him gold. But |ust as he reached, it never would fail. The contract like magic would turn info hail. And lost in a blaze of lugubrious toil Were Gruber and Cadbury eternally loyal To determine m.p ' s of crystal Is unknown Whch sublimed with the heat and to Heaven were blown. And then from a flask of neo-prene rubber Plain John took a draught and became super-Gruber. Conto VII 75 Just now I have thought of a tale that I heard Of two other men and a wonderful bird That earned their souls from the depths of damnation Into Tenth Heaven and etheral salvation — Sir Williams and Winans are those I speak of, £0 The bird a tnmetylene louryl dove Conta VIII At lost I was forced by the heot and the smell To leave those poor devils and their chemical Hell One word of advice that I ' ve brought back to men Each would choose English to major again. bereiiiv two IIU: PR AIM . OF lOlA.y lU.timjIll ' -, KIMK PHYSICS The Friendly Missiles Foundation has |ust en- dowed Haverford with o fund for the advance- ment of elaborate senior physics pro|ects with a stipend of $71,000 per student per year. The ma)ors are excitedly conferring with the members of the department on possible non-military appli- cations of the grants Tom Benham is tape- recording the scene for an article in his magazine Suddenly, in a burst of classical linguistics, Richard Cohen shouts, Eureka No bathtub being around to complete the scene, Richard settles down and begins to describe his plarl for a bridge-playing machine that never gets tired, even without sleep As the idea crystallizes in his mind he instinctively starts to fill out requisition slips in triplicate Dan Swift, immediately becoming highly excited with the merit of such a project, says, Hmm, ye-es, that ' s not a bod idea, and mumbling to himself he shortly disappears from sight buried in a rapidly rising mountain of incomprehensible theoretical calculations. Bill Murray, meditatively contemplating a tnode plugged into his navel, seizes upon the possibility of a hi-fi radio telescope with which he might pick up the music of the spheres, hoping ultimately to enlighten Oxford ' s philosophy department with his discovery. Ted Hurlimann, watching the proceed- ings with disbelief, soys quietly, Well, one con certainly say it ' s, it ' s, — well, it ' s different. At this point Bob Noyes, with an Ach, yal , rigorously outlines his plan for an x-ray attachment for his violin that will allow him to play the world ' s most penetrating music. In the meantime Joel Levin has been sitting in a corner giggling to himself and blowing bubbles Seeing his proteges thus meaning- fully occupied, Aaron Lemonick, his white beard and toga streaming behind him, lumbers upstairs to clean his office. iierciUv three B O L O Y Dressed in long, flowing lab coats and Merlin hats, Ariel Loewy, Melvin Santer, and Iftikhar Bhati stand around a huge vat filled with primeval ooze. Loewy, genuflecting before a giant slime mold in the shape of George Wald, stirs the thick organic soup with a solid gold, teflon-coated ladle which doubles os ultra-centrifuge and cost the National Science Foundation half its annual budget. Bhati consults o cobwebby tome at his elbow and mutters Pakistanian wisdom to himself. Santer, not to be outdone, scampers frantically around the vat searching for the exhaust valve, stopping only occasionally to grind up spores, herbs, and Murray Charlson to replenish the thickly bubbling brew. The lights dim and the flame under the kettle flickers; the ooze begins to glow with a yellow-green light that casts eerie shadows onto the faces of the sinister trio gathered around the pot. At length, a peculiar figure rises out of the mass. It is Bob Densford. Snriling, he peers at his surrounders, whips out a deck of cards, and begins to deal. Just enough time for a quick rubber of bridge, he chortles, palming nothing below kings. Bhati recoils, This you call evolution, says Loewy, absentmmdedly shoving Densford back be- low the surface, It must hove been contaminated, Santer replies. I told you we should have observed pure culture technique. The ooze bubbles some more. The tno bends closer. A lonely figure rears up and wipes his eyes. It is Tom Linger. That you. Jack? he says, peer- ing at his audience. You ' re not Jack, he moans, looking at each in turn. Failing, he quickly melts back into the pot. More waiting, during which time Bhatti grows and shaves off three mustaches. Then Bob Linde- man pops above the murky surface of the ooze. Busily, noticing no one, he hums to himself as he bustles over the liquid, adjusting a glob here, a drop there, until everything is in order. Then he perches on the side of the kettle and begins to pick his toenails. Loewy quickly bonks Bob on the head with a dogfish, and the brew boils again. After another moment, the pot begins to heave and shake as the bulk of Ed Pine appears, displac- ing vast quantities of liquid over the top. Sewage bacteria, shouts Santer, his eyes rolling wildly. Quick, isolate it. He rushes off to the nearest cesspool to get some sludge for culturing purposes. Meanwhile Ed has pulled a guitar from his shirt and sitting on the edge of the kettle, he renders Annie Laurie and John Henry in a tremulous voice. He is soon returned to the pot. Another long period of simmering. The fire dies to practically nothing. The brew begins to glow wildly. A whiff of putridity springs forth. Fighting off nausea, the group leans ever closer. A final burst of light within the pot, and the triumph of creation springs forth: John Gallant. The sur- rounders are terrified: should they kill it or worship it. They fall back. John wipes his eyes and leaps from the kettle, full-blown. This is too much for Santer and Bhatti. They run screaming from the room. Loewy, taking his horror in hand, rips a fire hatchet from the wall and tries to bludgeon John. Too late: the skin has already become leathery and thick. Abandoning all hope, Loewy leaps from the nearest window. Left alone, John smiles crookedly, rubbing his hands. He hums a dissonant Bach fugue to himself, and begins to lope down the aisle of the biology lab, peering everywhere, searching endlessly for a crumb of bread , a pat of butter, or perhaps a half- eaten culture. r MATHEMATICS an Andres Seg[ovui pntf ram ' ,. IfCtt : ) The room was hot and smoky Flickering candles threw hazy shadows on the close walls, crovded shadows, and murmuring, murmuring as Bob Wisner quickly figured out the probability of anymore people getting seats Turning to Bob James at his side he said: If there are one hundred and twenty people here and there are only ninety-three seats, what are our chances of getting a seat, assuming that fifty are taken ' To this query James allowed as how their chances were pretty good, since they were already seated. They turned for approbation to Cletus Oakley who didn ' t hear them, because he was dis- covering a new mathematical puzzle which could be made by folding a napkin thirty times. Hastily the woiter pointed out that Mr Oakley was using the table cloth of his own table end that of the one next to him to prove his point Apologizing quickly, he dropped part of his sandwich under the table to his dog Suddenly everyone became silent and the lights dimmed, imperceptibly, for there were no lights, ond Gary Kravis and Ben Dent came onto the little stage. Gary quickly went t ' o the piano and beat out a few numbers, his men circulating through the audience, picking pockets and leaving cards of Rhythm Inc. At the end of his performance, Oakley took out his grade book and hastily lOtted down something, while Kravis sang an original composition called I love you like my slide rule, which pleased the three at the table. Dent then came into the spotlight Clad in a Mexican vest with a Service Committee button holding up his pants, he lifted one leg onto the seat of a chair and began to strum his guitar, much to the consternation of the person sitting in the chair With a deep, sensuous, and kingcolish voice he asked the audience for requests From the back of the room Line Pome stood up and asked for a piece which he had often heard Segovia play. A look of delight and rapture passed over Ben ' s face as he moved into the countropuntal magnifi- cence of Segovia Wisner was trying to follow him on his slide rule. With the completion of the piece Ben asked again for requests and again Line asked for a piece by Segovia, and the same one was played. With its completion he again asked for re- quests and ignored all of them, listening for the voice of Line who was effectively gagged by James and Oakley. Putting down his guitar, Ben casually asked if anyone were interested in a game of bridge ietentvsix It has often been said that there was the com- plete range from the sublime to the ridiculous at Haverford College. Those who have mode these statements have not been seemingly aware of the profound connection, though, between the polar extremes. Who, for instance would hove considered the everyday application of Astronomy? This is the great lesson of Haverford, learning abstract facts and then direct, immediate application in practical use. Somehow the sudsing power of a purging universe of ever spinning orbs and Oxydolic shapes can be captured by a perceptive Dick Smith in the revolution of a Bendix. Life goes around in circles in this universe, but someone always has to be around to mop up the overflow. THE ANS ER p M t I p A V L I e THL ' V ll I I lli-i o i 1 I P H SCO Y L O Y G George Coelho is sitting alone in the Psychology Department laboratory reading from a stack of books and taking voluminous notes in a pad at his side, Doug Heath appears, dressed to look ex- tremely Jung, leading a group of blank-faced youths. They stop in front of a man-sized cage, waiting breathlessly for Dr. Heath to speak. He adjusts a complex and does so: Today, you ' ll have a chance to see how the senior department majors learn the inside workings of the mind of the rat. After each experiment. Dr. Coelho will explain their behavior to you. They turn to look at the lonely figure in the corner, now cataloguing the notes he has just taken from the books. Then they turn again to Dr. Heath who pushes a button on the front of the cage. Don Stover and Roger Foster, huddled together, dressed in white furry loin-cloths, are revealed by a sliding panel. They sniff the air, twitch, and remain fearfully motionless. Another button IS pushed and Roger is dumped into a giant maze. He blinks a moment, sniffs the walls around him, and after a pause, whips out a pick- axe and rope. Using these, he scales the wall in seconds and scuttles to the goal, a scant foot away, which contains a fifth of Old Granddad. Cuddling this in his arms, he goes to sleep. The group turns to Dr. Coelho for an explana- tion, but he IS busy writing his notes in the margins of the books, and says only Obsessive compulsive and continues to work. Dr. He ath pushes another button, and Don is shoved into a Skinner Box. Attached to the metal push-bar is a mechanism that will drop a can of Schlitz each time he hits It. Ignoring this, Don whips out a hatchet, reduces all nearby wood to kindling, and builds a campfire in no time. Settling himself in front of this, he rocks back and forth, humming to himself (off- key) snatches of I ' m Well Aware of Delaware. The group turns again to Dr. Coelho, but he is liusy compiling his marginal notes, and mutters only Compulsive obsessive. Expectantly, they look to Dr. Heath, but at that moment the telephone gives forth with a long ring, and in perfect condi- tioned reflex, he dashes from the room yelling That ' s the gimmick, that ' s the gimmick! SOCIOLOGY Far into the |ungle went the little party, deeper ever deeper. Darker and darker became the night till only the whites of their eyes shown out beneath the jungle moon. Ralph Sanson suddenly spotted a light burning in the distance and pointed it out to Tom Cooper and Howie Wolf. Stealthily they approached the clearing where they witnessed a strange sight, not strange to them however, for this is what they had come ten thousand miles to capture, the glory of an African puberty rite. Pull- ing out their cross-cultural notebooks, they began feverishly to take notes. In the center of the ring was a little witch doctor, mumbling his words and repeating the last, the last. He, through the interpreter ' s explanation, was explaining the responsibilities of adulthood and the need for a definite ethnic group which could withstand the hybridding influence of nearby tribes. He continued to talk long after the young boys had stopped listening, finally directing his thoughts heavenward in an effort to be understood, under- stood. The three watched him with amazement and smiled knowingly at one another. Tom made a note on native dress and letting his Methodist instincts get the better of him, put down after his descrip- tion, awfully naked, Howie looked on while the boys played lawn tennis, using as racquets gourds strung with sloth gut. Suddenly, just as the fires seem to be dying down, the great chief steps forth from his hut and strides manfully to the center of the clearing, waits until his presence has fully captivated his audience, and then pours forth a grandiose speech which was TOO difficult for the interpretor to translate, even though he was of the same tribe. When at the end of his speech, after the young boys who had now passed through the rite were mesmerized to silence, the great chief brought out a cigarette holder and began to giggle, slyly folding his arms, a great cry was heard from the edge of the jungle, and three figures were seen, all heading in opposite direc- tions, disappearing into the night. b l Mr i •• Ov W4( i «m ■■;■ WITH A 1 I K1 FACES 1 HEi;v V ECONOMICS Labor Economics was on another all-important field trip. Leading the group was Howard Teaf who once again was telling the owner how to run his business. This trip was to the International Widget Corporation, typical of the fascinating examples of business and labor around which the course was built While the man was telling the students how management treated labor at their plant, Dr Teaf made things consistently more understandable by interpreting in forms of graphs which only a little calculus could solve. About the only one interested in this theorizing was Bob Kilpotrick who only wanted to teach Economics, not use it He didn ' t care at all whether a widget came with two screws or one, but was very interested in how it had a direct influence on parity Consequently he copied very diligently the graphs of Teaf while the others went on to watch widgets Dick Rehemeyer was not interested in widgets either. Around every curve in the factory he hoped to run into a diploma which would circh his ac- ceptance to medical school. When the man said that he hoped he was giving the class a compre- hensive picture of how things were run, Dick shuddered Close by Dick and wearing a tie that remarkably resembled his was Neal Plass, eagerly taking down the net proceeds which annually befell this busi- ness. From the small scale monopoly of a news- paper concession, Neal was about reody to move into the big time No more messing with peanuts It was widgets or nothing, Evily he grinned and began to erase imaginary competitors. Very bored w ' lth the whole proceedings was Son- ford Moses who recognized widgets as merely the opiate of a troublesome middle class. He himself was very nicely set up in a New England office, among those at lost who were his equals. Looking back over his fine group of mojors, Howard Teaf shook his head in disbelief. Widgets to widgets and worst to worst. Eighty POLITICAL SCIENCE A bleak prison. In the basement, a long line of pest infested cells extend into the gloom. A rat scurries along the floor. Water drips somewhere. The heavy smell of refuse and humans hangs on the thick atmosphere. In each cell a solitary prisoner stands or sits silently: condemned. | Steps are heard. The prisoners sit up. The heavy rust-encrusted door at the end of the corridor groans as it opens slowly to admit three men, dressed in black gowns of justice; William Reitzel, the lawyer; Steve Muller, the judge-advocate, and Andy Scott, handyman. The trio moves majestically to the first cell, treading lightly on the bloated rat bodies. Paul Nickel stands in the far corner of his filthy cell. He caresses his chains lovingly, smiling quietly to himself. Every now and then, he puts his arms in the martyrs position, tilts his head to the side, and closes his eyes as benediction to the world. In spite of the gloomy prison, Paul stands in a welter of radiant light. The three observers weep softly to themselves and pass on. Hank Farrell stands near the front of his cubicle, wearing his chains smartly, holding a Martini in his right hand. He smirks at his observers. Don ' t you gentlemen think I ' m one of the most dis- tinguished social scientists to appear since the advent of the Phillips Fund ' ' I was given a four year term. The group stands around, uncomforta- bly silent. The atmosphere is torrid Argo, mum- bles Hank. Huhr ' says Andy, leaning nervously forward, Argo, Argo whoti ' Argotohell, says Hank and goes off in gales of laughter As he does so, Reitzel snitches his Martini. Jim Whitney stands beady-eyed in the next cell, gesticulating, speaking to himself. I came here naively concerned about mankind, he shouts, and became a Political Science major hoping that someday I could make this a better world. He nods abruptly. I stayed in Washington a semester and was shaken by street-cars, submerged by printed words, and sickened by greasy sandwiches. He pauses, shakes his forefinger at the surrounders. Government consists of dissipation . . . As he continues, Muller makes a sour face. The others nod, and they pass on. X « Herb Long lies on the filthy cot in his cell. As the group approaches, he starts, begins to get up, and gets hopelessly entangled in his chains. He starts to speak, anyway I think that the country . . . (damn chains) .1 don ' t want to go out on a limb, but . , , (owM I think we can see this problem as . . . (blackstabbering rattlers!) . . . as almost a complete . . . (o ' damn ' ) . . . As he gets more and more twisted, the observers smile and go on Steve Fairfield paces back and forth, back and forth. Coming close to the door, he pauses, nods sagely, and says I travel in the middle of the rooa on all controversial issues, Having produced this, not changing his expression, he begins pacing the enclosure again, unhampered by the lack of space, Paul Allen lies asleep in his cell, Muller steps up and rattles the cell door Yahoo screams Paul, flinging himself out of the cot. He leaps twice in air, Wahoo, he yells. He catapults him- self towards his midget-sized barred window It ' s a beautiful day, he shouts The trio watching this display shrink back in horror Fortunately, before Paul can quite make it to the window to greet the morning completely, he gets tangled up in his chains and strangles himself In the last cell, Peter Panken stands nervously, awaiting his |ustice He eyes the approaching group, and starts to speak long before they have arrived before his cubicle This death bit, he says, is a serious problem, of course and as I see it, as is the case in New York, which although they don ' t solve everything perfectly, although they do, down in our ward as I remember last election year, or was it the year before . , A fly drones in the corner of his cell The ghastly trio begin to sag and slouch. One of them stifles o yawn The prison seems hot and stuffy Eyes begin to droop, Peter leans back on the cot behind him , , . and yet, I remember that my great grand-uncle, who once said that the entire problem was one of Icck of organization, and of course, in that way he was echoing the opinion of Hamilton, who, though he . . . Contrary to t he predictions of passimists, the Engineering Department emerged this year from the protective nemesis of Gilbert White to new heights of fecundity. Clayton Holmes, product of New England and Westinghouse, seems to have almost mellowed at the prospect of graduating the nephew of the future president of the College trom his department. Ted Hetzel, his academic associ- ate, has even spared some of his traditional interest in extracurricular Friends Service Committee and Social and Technical Assistance Program work to revel over the nourishment of his newly-acquired son-in-law in the esoterics of electronics and elec- trical engineering. Norm Wilson, still procurator of lathes and drill presses in Hilles basement, has been too absorbed in mourning the disintegration of his gun collection and the cracked left window in his Cadillac to appreciate fully the lifting of sanc- tions above him. However, he is being rallied by the improved quality of material in the Freshman shop class and the new view on the green house. But let it not be thought that the unique status of this year ' s engineering seniors places them on a stone foundation. Cries of You con still flunk this course, you know continue to reverberate through Hilles. To make the matter absolutely clear, it should be stated that Rol Henderson was far from the academic shoals when he decided to marry into the department. In fact, Rollie stands at the head of his class in Haverford ' s electrical engineering department. The fact that he also stands at its foot is inconsequential. As the annual slide rule carrying member of the baseball team, Rol has had adequate opportunity to work off the frustrations imposed by Strength of Materials and Analytic Mechanics. Although a Democrat because someone gave him the button, his training in the department has been well combined with a confident, knows where he ' s going attitude. In Reed Wilbur, stern, silent type, whose greatest claim to intellectual astuteness is his analysis of Clayton Holmes ' character (an aversion to brown- nosing) lies the key to the new life in the depart- ment. The nephew of the new president, he is being considered for the post-graduate assignment of getting a better deal for his depar-ment as a sort of auxiliary project course. A glutton for punishment. Reed has established some sort of record in overcoming two pro|ect courses and four required courses from Clayton Holmes. He expects to join hands with his fiance Althea and the U.S. Navy in holy matrimony. Unfortunately, the former has no connection with the department directly. ENGINEERING DR. HUGH BORTON The purpose of the past is to learn; the purpose of the future to use and to teach. DR. WILLIAM B. MELDRUM A good man out of the good treasure of the heart brings forth good things DR. WILLIAM E. LUNT The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge. TENNIS AND GOLF Tennis and Golf are year in and year out among the best sports, recordwise, at Hoverford At this time, half way through the season, each is en|oy- ing success, particulorly the tennis team which is undefeated and is at the present carrying a string of fifteen consecutive victories it is a very strong and young team, with old John Cope the only Senior on the squad Bob Pratt has performed amazingly at first singles, though Tom Harvey, (page 36 ' , still insists that he could give him a fight. The rest of the team is made up of Cope, Fullard, Getty, Englehardt, and Coulthurst Missing this year is Michel Heeg, a standby en the past teams whose injuries finally caught up with him. Missing likewise from the Golf Team is that illustrious performer. Jack Wilentz. Jack was the one person on the team who seemed to play because he liked the gome, and with that view, played only when he wanted to A beautiful and relaxed swing accompanied his disposition, a disposition which never took defeat seriously enough to suit other members on the team. Jack is missed this year not so much for his score, but for the fresh approach he brought the game of golf at Hoverford. Carrying on are Team, Smith, Shultz, and a host of others, all pretty fair golfers, fair enough to produce another fine record. US f99v BASEBALL AND TRACK Howie Walton and Hcppy Hopkins lead the Baseboll and Track teams into their seasons with the high hopes of bettering the performances of last year. With the baseball teom, improvement was not hard task, for there is no where to go but up after losing all the games After los ' ng four in row at the beginning of the season, the team finally beat Drexel, 5-3, ending the long drought. At this printing the season is not complete by any means, and there is in evidence a trend upward, lead by Walton, Hams David, a Freshman, Dave Shivers, also a Freshman, and A! Concours and Pete Clovel. This is Pete ' s fourth year on the var- sity, and for this unconscious looking center fielder with uncanny anticipatory reflexes, it is going to be the best. Howie, the team ' s most consistent hitter was moved to the outfield from third and played there quite competently. The addition of the new field house did not seem to have much influence on the track team As usual they didn ' t get in shape fast enough and came up with pulled muscles. Captain Hopkins, after losing his first race, quickly sustained a leg in|ury which kept him out for quite a while. This was a bad break for Hoppy who was on his way to smashing all kinds of records two years before. Stars on the team were Katcwitz, MocGoggin, Van Arkle, and Chet Berlin. i .j A - SAILING Sailing began at Haverford as a vaguely de- fined club and has become a racing team, primar- ily through the careful manipulation of Ralph Sanson and Mike Donhom, This team was good. They beat almost everyone, but usually someone else came in first, someone they had beaten before and would beat ogam. They made friendships and earned respect for the College at schools where Haverford was otherwise unknown; schools such as George Washington, Coast Guard, Ohio State, Kings Point, MIT., and Brown. With Ralph and Mike were the other fanatics; Hill, Mezger, Schramm, Stem, Tobias, Tyson and Wing. They managed to get to the Pine Trophy on a week ' s notice from Litchfield, contribute to the end of Navy ' s plywood Tempests with their bent masts, and ignore McCraken completely. Every week end, spring and fall, they were wet, cold, sunburned, dateless and out of it. Mostly they swore at each other. The loudest swearer was Mike Donham. A Chem major and part-time president of the you do good work in Chem 63 lob, he also sang in the Glee Club, Octet, Class Night Shows (etc.i and ran the Junior Prom. One of the original Yarnall House Freshmen, he was usually tagging after Thomas (T. 0. Jones once asked if they were brothers. Ha!), looking for a Bridge game, going to B.M.C., joyriding in his convertible or looking for another Quinn course. He ' s proud of the fact that he ' s taken more English courses than Chem. In the Wunderkindergarten he was always out-argued and usually out-ployed by Noyes and Thomas — except that they never touched his Republicanism. The most apologetic swearer and probably the only Sociology major in the history of the College to pass Clayton ' s Analytic Mechanics, Ralph San- son endeared himself to the Class of I960 by intro- ducing them to the raptures of Fifth Day. One of the last survivors of the original Scull House clan, Ralph eventually landed in eighth entry where he spent two years watching Gallager read mail and planning repairs on the Model A. in the middle of the senior year he surprised himself and the Sociol- ogy Department by announcing that he intended to play airplane pilot for the Navy. As a flyer, he may be able to get around enough to answer the perennial question, Where ' s Ira- ' CRICKET For the first time in many years, the Haverford cricket team will be composed entirely of home- grown Americans. Gone are the days when sev- eral imported cricketers could be seen luxuriously lounging on the pavilion steps, commenting to novices that the key to Cope Field fours and sixes is the growth of a beard and belly approximating the proportions attained by W. G. Grace. Now cricket blazers can be worn only after running the gamut of bruised palms, infinite bowling averages, and embarrassing ducks. Under the watchful eye of Howard Comfort ' s able coaching replacement (respectfully referred to as A Brain ) resplendent uniforms (T-shirt and khakis), Monday-after caucuses, and rever- ent humility became the order of 1956. The team responded to Arthur Brain ' s stern English public- school tutelage, and emerged undefeated, winning three matches and drawing four. The 1957 American assault on the cricket pitch, the windows of College Circle homes, and mid-match tea will be captained by Dick Wagner. After having endured three years of COMFORT- able batting aggressiveness, MALANIan shock psychology, and BRAINwashed humility, Dick will lead the team through the usual schedule of graduate school and club teams. Besides this, he sang in Uncle Willy ' s Glee Club for four years and presidented the Psychology Club through an eminent array of speakers senior year. Dick ' s biggest disappointment — his attempt to tram psych lab rats (including Harriet ) to play cricket was thwarted at the last minute when Doug Heath decided to let members of Psych 34 perform brain surgery on them. With five letter winners — John Harkins, Binny Haviland, Lou Matlock, Harry Thomas, and Wagner — returning and the improvement shown by Bill Moss, Charlie Knight, Eric Schoonover, Don Scarborough, and Hank Done, the team should have a very enjoyable and relatively successful season. £ight_v-Time THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1957 Donald A. Crane Charles ( ' Chuck ' ) Brown, African transfer stu- dent, has simultaneously delighted and tormented the Economics Department by ma)oring in Political Science. In addition to an unerring ability to spot the weakness in any professor ' s argument, Chuck ' s capabilities extend to critical interpretations of the Saturday Evening Post, frantic room cleaning before 7 30 breakfast, prolonged bickering with the Bell Office over the latest phone bills, evaluation of Columbia ' s latest recording of Tchaikovsky, and the groan from the couch during ' sack time, ' Varied capabilities plus his quiet and occasionally explosive personality point up Chu ck ' s impact. (Editor ' s note: Among his many capabilities seems to be lacking any writing ability, 1 Roger Foster could often be seen in the Black Bomb, loaded to the gills, tromping off to B.M.C., Mt Washington, or sundry ski trips. During his stay he has left his mark as a connoisseur of the Vittle House, an accomplished skier, an expert on female reactions to his bear rug, a master of hutmen ' s stories, and the only person whose hi-fi sounded worse than the Glee Club, Amongst his notable academic achievements: frequent panic sessions, acceptance at Western Reserve, and a complete Heath course in one week. A mountaineer at heart, he could find the right peg every time. (Editor ' s note: Rog is pretty important all right.) Dick Forman was a seasonal performer while at Haverford. Fall found him holding down the left inside position on the soccer field; Winter found him pounding out the papers he had neglected to turn in during soccer season, now overdue at Swarthmore where he took most of his courses; Spring mornings found him bird-walking with Mrs. Mac or sleepily shambling in his wooden shoes to his position at the kitchen toast machine; and the Spring of his Junior year found Dick awake. (Editor ' s note: What does Summer find Dick doing! ' ) Don Crane is likewise a mountaineer of some repute, so much so locally that he has often been asked to guide a boy scout troop along the perilous ridges of route 23 When not hiking or running on the nature walk, he is most likely to be seen in the Library, running a race with time to see who gets to June 7 the quickest. If there is anything in the way of a prank pulled en campus, Don is either in en it or knows about it, a phenomenon stemming from his Freshman year when he kidnapped the Sophomore Class President. (Editor ' s note: What ever happened to that president anyway- ' ) Richard T. Fcrman Roger Foster, Jr. Charles V. Brown Thomas H. Helmstodter Neil W. Plass Peter K. Zavitz Despite the fog of erudition which characteris- tically pervades the night .over Lloyd lawn one might, if he searched, find Ploss, Zavitz, Ciavel, and Helmstodter in the sometimes studiously still, sometimes boisterously noisy confines of Fourth Entry. The most likely and consistent event of the day for these four occurs when Zavitz and his date come into the dorm at 10 in the evening as they have every night since the beginning of school in the fall. Almost as likely as this, is that Ciavel will meet them going by in the hall, and interrupt his fierce concentration on the latest book which has been foisted upon his still virgin mind. At this point he begins to curse the fact that he is again without o date, yelling for solace to Helmstodter, who puts him off with a noncommital grunt from his back-study. Helmstodter is mumbling in- coherently, translating Chaucer, or grinding out his latest thesis on the significance of the gnomic clue in Joyce ' s Dubliners. This scholar, whose nature directs him toward erudition until midnight, when his conscience directs him to the local brewery which has been the repository of all woes, presents an interesting contrast to Ciavel, whose conscience directs him to the pursuit of a cottage cheese erudition, but whose nature inevitably brings him to the same degenerate end. Meanwhile Ploss, the economics ma|cr with poetic ability and a world-beating imagination, has been indulging the latter talents to some success in his secluded cloister, away from the temporal banality of fourth entry. By the time the evening is late he has transformed plotomc splendor into poetic vision, and has Clave! and Helmstodter, who have long since given up all but the most marginal of pur- suits, enthralled as they lounge on the steps in the Hall. Zavitz has finished his date, and strained the resources of tenth quaffing at double the rate of the others with his characteristic peaceful, Quaker equanimity, evoking the quiet owe in which he has been always held by his contemporaries. Pierre Ciavel Marc Abramson Ph. lip M. Fc-rn-.oii J-y S. GoocIniQii Having been placed in one group fcr some totally inexplicable reason, the four of us, Marc, Jay, Phil, and Buddy, sat down to discuss what we had in common and could say about our collective selves Each one of us was pre-med, and had at one time or another lived with at least one of the other three A superficial examination of the fact might imply, to someone uninitiated in the ways of Haver- ford, that we know one another But such was not really the case Sometime in the middle of the first semester of our senior year, the four of us tried to arrange o time when we could meet and discuss the content of the critical account of dynamic human inter- relationships Nothing happened for 6 months. By the day before the Record Book was to go to press, the situation hod grown desperate Fortunately enough, the day before the deadline Warren B. Hecht the four of us met at Menon Hall at Bryn Mawr. A faint glow of recognition lit our respective (but not respectable) faces, Don ' t I know these guys from somewhe re, we all thought. Then it struck us, three of us were room-mates. We had all gone to Merion to pick up dotes, or so we thought. Ah, the sweet innocence of youth ' Our dotes were nof there, with the exception of one old reliable for Joy The three dateless wonders were absolutely enraged Phil, in an absolute frenzy, fell instanta- neously asleep. Buddy suitably incensed, threatened to pierce every darn girl in the dorm, with his sabre, of course Marc, tearing the few remaining hairs from his pate, started a stream of polysyllabic invective, suitably interspersed with four letter words, which lasted no less than 4 hours, 37 minutes, and 21 seconds. Back in the room, we decided fo write our little opus Marc, having no date, hod vigorously started to play his alto Phil hod fallen asleep again, but the shower of rosin and flying horsehair irritated his hoy fever. He sneezed violently, and just at that instant, the A string of the cello broke with a resounding whack. Jay, who had surreptitiously retired to his room, emerged covered with lip stick, to find out what the racket was. Buddy, still brand- ishing his sabre, nearly stabbed Jay. Joy, shrieking with fright, irrevocably disturbed Phil ' s sleep, at least for 15 minutes or so The four of us, staring at each other, remembered the deadline We put our heads together: the crash was awful. The first one of us to regain consciousness mode a wise decision. He took a blank piece of paper, went down to Bing ' s room, gently removed Bing ' s thumb from his mouth, replaced it with a fountain pen, and crept away hoping for the best. Dave Belash, also known, for some reason, as Flash, exemplifies the kind of crusty Yankee individualism that thinks nothing of going to a movie in central Philadelphia by bicycle in the dead of winter. A classics major who plans an eventual career in medicine. Dove rounds out his eclectic talents with a self-taught knowledge of auto mechanics and a profound ignorance of classics or medicine. He spends his spore time playing piano, ping pong, or practical jokes, in the reverse order of frequency. Sceptical iconoclast John Gallant lopes about campus in a crouched posture brought on partially by habit and partially by continually stumbling over obstacles such as chairs, rugs, or Dave Belash. The crouch conceals on intellectual variant of saturation bombing. At the flick of a generality he springs, hands gesticulating, loosing a fearsome barrage of mere facts collected from the Statis- tical Abstracts, The New York Times, the government pamphlet section, and whole cloth, which combine to destroy such offenders as Jesus Christ, Karl Marx, History,- ' Schweitzer, and the Quakers. Soon there will be nothing left but John. Paul Nickel ' s main claim to distinction is that he personally consumes 60% of the beer and 70% of the books (he eats them) used on campus This industrious, if not precisely sober, approach to edu- cation is attributable to the fact that he has worked his way through college, in the great Ameri- can tradition, rolling drunks and scabbing in auto factories during the summer When not spawning seventy-page papers he hitch-hikes to the Uni- Jcnathan A. Gallcnt versity of Michigan for revels there and, on return- ing, lapses into the Midwestern twang ( the na- tions of Western Yerp ) and histrionics ( Gentle- men, they have fired on Fort Mudgel ! as well as cut probation. Although the most immediately striking thing about Bob Challener is his size, he actually wouldn ' t hurt a fly, at least not a big fly. His only fault, outsi de of a tendency to lapse into common sense, is a slightly exaggerated inferiority complex about his Midwestern background (a moderate one, of course, is mandatory in sensible Mid- westerners). His size has a mental analogue in that valuable trait which, in the very few who possess it, is the main justification for colleges: a capacity for growth. Robert C. Challener Dovid C. Belosh Poul E. Nickel The lights are turned down very low, but since it ' s the middle of the afternoon it doesn ' t make too much difference. This is the scene of the First Annual Oh Hell Tournament which is being spon- sored by the local League of Women Oh Hellers to determine who can play the longest without sleeping or eating It ' s been two weeks since the tournament began and out of literally thousands only four are left --each one of whom is playing for the glory of the Scarlet and Black and Geld. None of them show signs of fatigue It ' s been rumored in certain quarters that they have learned the secret of the pigeons However, Jack Wilentz weakens occassionally and takes a nibble from one of Bob Densford ' s cigarette butts during a por- ticulorily tense moment But as Jack says, It ' s . . . it ' s . , . just to take the edge . . off my can make , , , make it down to H H and H and H , . and H and HandHandhand oh hell Playing opposite to the person playing next to this bundle of energy is Al Lachman who when you count Tom Unger makes the fourth It ' s evident from the fact that Al is playing in his underwear that these haven ' t been his two weeks, A quick glance around the table reveals who ' s wearing the pants in this game Bob also has two pair of glasses — one with scotch and the other with gin, Tom has lost everything but his pride and would gladly forgo that but his banker roommate insists that ever since Eve the bottom fell out of the pride market. Suddenly there is a loud chorus of ' Oh Hells ' from everyone but Jack who reaches out his arm with the grace of a short putt and sweeps all the chips into his lap This is the end of the line for Tom, But still not anxious to admit defeat he mumbles something about fixing anyone of them up with a girl in Boston for a few chips They politely Robert W. Denstord decline and then catching sight of the time on his pawned watch Tom exclaims coherently, Oh, Hell it ' s after four I ' ve got to get to the Biol, lab Look, stick around I ' ll be right back, He races out of the room on his hands and knees falls asleep outside the door. This is all it takes, Lachman jumps up shouting in a voice inaudible on the other Side of the room, To Hell with with you guys, I ' m through I ' m through, I tell you, I ' m through, I left some free radicles boiling and by now they ' ve prob- ably escaped. But I ' ll catch them. Out of my way , The chair doesn ' t get out of his way so he trips and falls into a snoring heap Tom and Bob smile at each other through the miles of fog. They shut their eyes to concentrate on forcing the some thought through their respective swollen, aching vacuums, Don ' i give up now , , , Just relax , . . Alan B Lachman Thomas Unger Jack N. Wilentz Stanley B. Johnson Edward J. Stevens Obviously, a person like Harry Hoover who con mourn the day Wishmeyer left and still draw in- spiration from Foss, be a senior in Barclay and yet like it, be the only member of his hall with a room without a Hi-Fi in every corner, try to work on a string quartet for Swan at the Union piano, find three notes within the center octave of the key- board unresponsive to the touch, and still find good cause to give up the rather distinctive life of the English major and the run-on sentence for the nebulous one of music, one for whom death shall have no dominion because he ' s too stubborn, must certainly have found enough at Haverford to write a chequered summary, let alone live it. (Ed. note: Obviously) Santord H. Moses, Jr. Stan Johnson came to Haverford with the neat, scrubbed look of a budding, proper Bostonian, and the apologetic, friendly approach of on eager cocker-spaniel, innocent of the distinction between ' goodies ' and ' bodies ' . But Haverford changed all that. After a whirl with German, he decided to mojor in philosophy. Thus he encountered Martin Foss, whose classes became Stan ' s spiritual home, and whose wit and wisdom was a guide for the remainder of Stan ' s college career. Having been slowly corrupted by the best of Haverford Quaker- ism, Stan plans to teach — anywhere but Boston end with on improper knowledge of great ideas but a love for people. Over a tired Pousse Cafe, Sandy will try to ex- plain that what Dun-and-Bradstreet has been lack- ing since the fall of the gold standard is a better prophet. After a dozen or so Martini ' s, this com- mandment giver overrides the eloquence quota, but fortunately the world ' s financial stability is assured by a Pembroke curve which is used in regulating Sandy ' s marginal propensity to consume. Over a tired hot chocolate, Ed will try to explain what organ music has been lacking since the fall of the harpsicord. After a dozen or so chocolate bars, this Virgil Fox of the Tuesday morning Col- lection service begins to droop over the key board, ossuring his fiancee that his ability to play wos inversely proportional to his marginal propensity to consume. Economically, he returns from the world of music to Moses ' gold standard. Hans Homester Gary I. Kravis Alfred Acton II Gary Kravis has well earned the reputation of being the fastest talker on campus. At all times it appears as if he is about to choke on the great gulps of air he takes in in an effort to nourish his vocal chords. Talking on for four years, he has successfully talked his way into a diploma, a pass- ing Math grade, several free cups of coffee in the Coop, once one of Homester ' s sandwiches, and on three occasions, an engagement to ploy at the hloverford dances. The men in the Musician ' s Union call him Scabby Kravis, for Gory, with his count- less musical slaves under the name of Rhythm Inc , have been underselling the union for years. It is always remarkable to attend a dance at which he is ploying. The music is marked by a definite beat, so definite in fact that often the milk machine starts dripping from sympathetic vibration. Gary is planning to use his Math mojor to help him count all the money he will moke, that is if no one talks him out of it, and this seems unlikely Though one of Gary ' s good friend ' s Dutcli Homester has never been seen at a Hoverford dance. There is some speculation that this is why he is Gary ' s good friend, speculation which has never been confirmed by either party. As quiet as Gory is noisy, Dutch always hod a willing smile for anyone, even his Chemistry professors, though the smile at times looked as if it might be tinctured with a little nitric ocid One of the few brave ones to major in straight Chemistry, Dutch has seen more of Hoverford from the inside of the laboratory thon on the outside. Highly metaphysical, he has rationalized himself to such a state that he be- lieves that he can see the secret of Hoverford and the Universe, somewhat synonymous terms, in the bottom of a test tube, or better yet, in the sound from Kravis ' throat. Al Acton has not been at Hoverford very long, but looks OS if he ' ll be here longer than anyone in the class, for he is not being graduated till next January. Living alone in Founders, he was in danger of not being discovered until the middle of his Senior year, for he come in as a transfer student from Bryn Athan, Ma|oring in Latin and with a profound love of knowledge he could usually be seen sitting in front of the television set in Union, any time from eight to two, every night. He proved his worth to the class in the intramural softball league, batting among the leaders in the league, and add- ing a steady hand behind the plate, though he wos at times relieved by Flash Pine. After he gets out of college he is going into the ministry, in order to be able to take little boys to baseball games. T inetyeight A while back, when Confidential turned down one of his best stories, Dick decided that his spelling was at fault, so he returned to Haverford after hating the army for two years. This year, when Confidential turned down one of his best stories, Dick decided that all editors were lonely bigots, so he got engaged. After mailing his latest story, Dick ventured the opinion that if graduation and marriage didn ' t change his luck, he might go back to hating the army. With a rewarding smile and a political scientist ' s all-encumbering wave of the hand. Hank explains why he reads the Social Register: The names alone are a story, but add the addresses and you have a melodrama. Gasping to recover from this, the idle on-looker might be tempted to question Hank ' s future. He will be told that both the Foreign Serv- ice and the Navy are vying for his attention, with their addresses bordering, on the melodramatic. Bob Bookhammer, like Dick Smith, belongs to the memories of a bygone age at Haverford. Dick, Howie, Bob Leeds, and he could get together and discuss faculty changes with the background of many years and hardships. It has been often thought that they were alumni spies among the student body, a belief particularly held by Gallant and Schott. Anyway, Bookhammer returned to Haverford after some few years in the army, play- ing inside on the soccer team brilliantly, but keep- ing himself out of the picture pretty much as far as other activities were concerned, except for an occasional hiss at a Collection speaker. Henry M. Forrell Howard Wolf has returned from the army to Haverford as a letterman, serviceman. Sociologist, and husband. It certainly shows what a few years difference can make in a man. Spearheading Ira Reid ' s Virgin Island trip, Howie for the whole year was looking forward to his stay on the beach where he might be able to play a little beach tennis with the natives, those friendly ones, of course. Since he, like Dick and Bob are expatriates from the Class of 1954 or so, they felt a little strange about being in this yearbook, but then everyone likes to see a picture of himself in a book that he can show the kids when they are old enough to want to know Richard B. Smith Howard L. Wolf Robert S. Bookhammer Thomas B. Harvey St. Potrick ' s Day 6:30 am. Somewhere out of the grey, murky dawn comes a long jubilant cry as William Doherty leaps out of bed and rushes out onto the lawn post Tom Harvey who is curled up on the living room floor with Keynes watchtng the all-night show. Bill falls to his knees on the green lawn and bows three times in the direction of the field house, cursing under his breath in the name of several obscure saints the bright red doors. He falls asleep on the lawn 3:30 p.m. Ten people are already assembled in the room for the party that night. Nine of them aren ' t Tom Harvey, nor are even particulanly sorry about it And yet, in a certain, un- definoble, nebulous, even mysterious way ah their lives ore inter-locked and inter-woven with the life of Tom Harvey They are all stonding in front of the television set and Tom is yelling at them (in a pleasant loudly-pitched voice) to step aside. All but two of them, Gene Hudson and John Gray, step out of Tom ' s field of vision. They are fairly certain Tom doesn ' t really wont to watch the movie version of Romeo and Juliet . In despair, Tom pulls the last tucked in corners of his shirt out into the breeze and begins to scratch. It looks like it might be a full day of scratching so John offers to play a couple of hands of bridge with him to get his mind off temporal matters. However, it soon becomes evident that Tom has mastered one of the most difficult of arts, simultaneous scratching ond bridge. Just then there is a loud noise in the entry way as though on Irishman were trying to carry two kegs of beers through a swinging door by himself. Every- one but Tom and John who don ' t hear anything rush to help The first to reach the door and spilling beer and cursing Irishmon is Gene, whose combined basketball and Tenth Entry reflexes give him a distinct advontage over the others But as Tom pointed out later, there wasn ' t any need to get excited os long as the beer flowed into the room and not out. 1 1 ;59 p.m. Nine-tenths of the college has claimed entry in o the room by virtue of ancestral linkage to Thomas Parnell Playing the role of a catalytic host, Gene circulates freely among his guests, encouraging more singing and less drinking, trying to make the number of heods correspond to the number of greenbacks he ' s collecting for Bill. Ever hopeful that people will heed his plea ond allow him to watch even a commercial, Tom is still stretched out on the couch furiously scratching with one hand and passing to John with the other. Off in o corner. Bill is talking in hushed tones to a special guest about post-graduate work that might keep Bill near his sacred green temple. Everything is a success. 12 01 am. All but one person has drained through the doors — the beer mysteriously ran out of 12 ' 00 o ' clock. Out- side where the grey night is closing in Bill is putting the field house to bed for another year. Inside, John is putting Gene to bed At last, Tom has the TV to himself. Exhausted with nine hours of continuous bridge he crawls over to the set only to find that with nine hours of scratching his arms hove become so spastic he can ' t raise them to turn on the all- night show. John H. Gray William P. Doherty Robert W. Kilpatrick John B. Gruber Robert W. Hunt St. Patrick ' s Day, Barclay Hidden by the grey, murky down. Bob Kilpatrick leaps out of bed and rushes to the window yelling, Yahoo, yahoo what a beautiful day. Beating on his chest he pulls up the shade to inspect the clouds in the sky. To John Gruber studying Feiser and Feiser in the next room this daily devotional penetrates the Trappist silence like a tribal war drum, hfowever, it is short lived for Bob is soon racing out of the room at top speed on his way to breakfast. Somehow, though, in the darkness he strays from the path and trips over Bill Doherty who is still on his knees. A fight is imminent, but at the last minute Bill recognizes his advisory and shrinks back, sinking respectfully to his knees. Any- way, Bob is up on his feet running for the path and the dining hall before you can name your favorite Irish cream ale. Remembering the day when he tried to sneak into the breakfast at 7:10 posing as a waiter. Bob conscientiously stands out- side the door reading Keynes. At 7:30 he makes a break for the first chair at the first table which he has painstakingly worn ever four years to fit him exactly. With a precision which is second only to the rising of the sun, John breezes into the dining hall at eight minutes of eight, eats breakfast or what- ever else they happened to be serving this morning, and exits for the library at 7:59:30. 3:30 p.m. Inside the Chemistry Lab, John is com- bining a latent interest in politics and his project course with his investigations into the nature of free radicles. He adjusts the side arm of a frac- tional distillation tube and drops a few pieces of cnti-bump into a thick porridge before lighting the flame. Then he scribbles into his notebook, ' Maybe the government can use these radicles after all, if I can only get them to take the loyalty oath. ' Meanwhile, in another part of town, Bob is just getting out of an Economics seminar and as he heads for the library he passes Doherty again who is carrying two large kegs balanced under his arms. When Bill is a few paces away he suddenly turns around and calls, Hey Bob, why not come down to Leeds tonight with some of the boys. You can get in free. Giving no indication that he has even let the invitation pass through the cerebellum for a hasty appraisal, Bob quickly replies with dig- nified elegance, Thank you, Bill, but I don ' t think I can come. I have a lot of work to catch up on. Bob hurries en to the library to make up for the time he has lost. 12:00 p.m. Behind locked doors, unknown to each other and the world at large, John and Bob secre- tively, in their respective dens, pay silent tribute to the passing of the green as they slowly sip Irish ale from painted milk bottles. The drama club lost a promising prospect when Bob Hunt, who skyrocketed to dramatic prominence when he put so much expression into his one line, Hail Caesar! in the Freshman Class Night Show that the class was almost disqualified, decided to abandon what could otherwise have been a mag- nificent career on the stage in favor of political science. One of the few majors in the department to whom the word proletariot has any personal significance. Bob proved that his first love was still acting and that political science was only a facade, for as soon as school was out each year Bob would head for the Great Lakes where he would join a stock company and spend the summer playing a leading role as a disillusioned upperclass school boy who had turned proletariat to work on the coal barges. These three may be seen almost any evening converging on the dining hall from Leeds and Sharpless, arguing vociferously over as little as possible. They carefully seat themselves so as to control distribution of the ersatz food, and fall to ( SnorkersI Good oh! chortles the ever present ghost of Johnathan Bennett V After the repast, they return to Leeds, where the usual state is a kind of half dozing euphoria accompanied by elevated dialogue vaguely reminiscent of Marty, v iith corresponding results — individual v ork or reading, card playing (bridge or hearts), phoning Bryn Mowr, or a collective gripe session on the rigors of being a senior physics major, all of this generally leading to work in the mid-evening. Later, the well entrenched custom is either to go out and get something to eat, or to walk down to the ever-welcoming Benham residence. In the morning, Dan will awaken sometime be- tween 7 and 9;30 (depending on the occurrence of an 8:30 course at Penn two days a week), Richard sometime between 7:30 and 11 (depending on previous bedtime and willpower), and Bill . . , Well, if you fellows would come in and shut my window and turn my radio on low of about 11, I ' d greatly appreciate it. After a quiet morning, con- sisting of trips to the coop and mailboxes, visits to Sharpless and an occasional class, there is gen- erally a regrouping for a noon assault on the dining room, after which the afternoon is generally spent in Leeds or Sharpless (generally known as Shapeless to its intimates). Week ends are generally spent dating, flicking, working, or doing nothing in particular, either individually or together. Sunday night, however, in- variably finds our happy trio at a nearby res- taurant — gourmets for on evening, not drowning, but burying, their sorrows. At the end of the meal they raise their water glasses in the Senior Toast: I just can ' t wait to get out of this damn place! Fichard L. Cohen Williom M. Murray Daniel W. Swift James P. Moody, Jr. Tcny G. Amsterdam Frank Vcrsoci, Jr. Embodying the best of Nietsche, Wagner, Presley, and Carrie Nation, the crusading Frank and the recoiling Hcverford have become as much c part of each other as ham-and-eggs. Frank has been heard to declaim, humbly displaying his plunger- technique of knife and fork, that black shirtism is a function of keeping certain garments out of the wash for months. One commentator mentioned to him that he had understood that Frank cast sunken jaundiced eyes on certain racial and ethnic groups. No! he screamed gently, 1 said I was anti-semcntic; you know, I hate words: you ' ll never catch me using them more than necessary. To boost up sagging British morale, he has offered Oxford his services for the next year. Oxford is overwhelmed, to soy the least. With the exit o f Paul Hodge from the Haverford scene, Jim Moody disappeared from the Senior Class, finding solace in the second floor art colony in Barclay, headed by various Junior aesthetes. Jim liked Paul so much that he offered to write him up for the yearbook, a noble gesture which the editor would like to hove followed up, only he didn ' t have a picture of Paul In his Lenten repentance till the coming of Paul, Jim burdened himself in sackcloth and sideburns, singing plaintive Flamenco dirges, writing forgotten sonnets on the bathroom walls, and giving his best efforts to unite the artsy- craftsy set of Bryn Mowr and Haverford. Wrapped up and included in his way of life, were, of course, innumerable performances in Drama Club produc- tions and smoky little folk singing festivals. There is not much to say about Tony Amsterdam that hasn ' t been said already, except to say that whatever one might hove heard was probably true. There is no doubt concerning Tony ' s status as be- ing far and above the best student in the class, but saying this is a little limiting. Recounting his activities would be impressive but perhaps not meaningful to many people. He has just as much work outside of Haverford as in it, serving as a museum curator, artist, writer, and agent, con- cur.i-ent with a list of six project courses. He seems at this time to be the one Senior in the class who can make an important contribution to the world, for contributions can not be made by those plan- ning them but by those who live according to the high principles they have set for themselves. Say- ing that a man lives his life in appreciation of the Beautiful is bound to get some snickers, but they can be discounted by those who know Tony and appreciate his sincerity and ability. A person never stands alone who stands with Beauty. One Hiindrcd Three Joseph S. Torg Daniel W. Nauman P. Donald Hopkins The All-American boy smell drifted up from the locker room in which Dan Nauman, Jos Torg, Don Hopkins, and Jim Francis had come after |ust finishing an especially grueling practice The coach had said all right boys, you can catch up on your studies later, but once the Swarthmore game is over, there can be no catching up This week I don ' t want anything but football, The team had bowed reverently, but some, like Dan, were caught sneaking over to the library Torg and Hopkins, the patriarchs of ninth entry, took the coach at his word. No one knew what Jim did, because he went home every night. Leaving the football field that day, all four knew that they were on their own now, subjects of Haverford ' s program of de- emphasized sports. Hoppy was to be in bed by 9:30 every night actually no change for him, for he had tried the same thing for four years. An ardent Math major with a speed with figures mathematical, matched only by his speed on the track, the Pitman flash took a speedy shower, sprinted across campus to his room, quickly opened all the windows to let out the cigarette smoke, and fell to sleep. Bevo Francis pulled off his football shoes and sat on the bench, mumbling esoteric Latin and English verse, cleaning his glasses, and murmuring some- thing concerning his status on the football team A strong supporter for the role of Junior Varsitv athletics, Jim spearheaded their attacks on both the basketball floor and on the football fie ' d After Danny Nauman, another day student, fin- ished dressi ng, he ran over to the Coop to heckle Dan, the vaudeville man. Meeting the rest of the coop-group, he talked over the latest things in the world of sports. Biblical Literature, and the string of girls he had from Haverford High who thought him their idol. The acknowledged captain of the Coop, Dan, after several hours, broke up the team and went home. The scourge of the gridiron. Captain Joe was the last to take his shower and leave the gym. Ex- tremely conscientious, Joe went immediately over to the Chemistry building to check on an experi- ment Finding only a hole in the ground instead of a building, he concluded that scmetthing must have happened which would have caused the building to be no longer there. Half way across the campus, he met Brother Neil, gave him the sign, then the handclasp, and finally the word, moving on towards his room. James B. Francis, Jr. W «. ' ■:4 '  Harry R. Allen Seemingly etched permanently into the Haver- ford landscape, Bob claims that the only reason the administration keeps inviting him back is because they think he works here. The administra- tion, on the other hand, claims that the only reason they work is because Bob keeps coming back. The faculty seems bored by the whole process and, al- though he is laboring valiantly, it seems possible that Bob will graduate this Spring. Tom may look as if he would bonk any faculty member reluctant to pass him, but in reality, he has no use for Black Jacks Torn between women clawing at his feet and a mug of beer in his hand, he decided to major in English, causing all sorts of worry in the department as to whether he would graduate or not. A penetrating paper on the Gothic novel convinced them, and we can look forward to seeing Tom back at Haverford for years to come. Harry Allen, like Tom and Bob, was a day stu- dent, a member for the Coop clique, and a most hearty critic of just about anything on campus. He come from the same school as the Boneser, but took up the road of sports, while Tom and Bob sported away their lives playing cards on the Dawn Patrol. Harry excelled in Basketball and was fine in Baseball as well, but stopped playing after his Sophomore year. The true mystery man of the year- book, Harry was the one person who failed to have his picture taken, which is a shame, because he really wasn ' t that bad looking. Corrupted by Bridge and Howard Teaf, Harry faces the future with one surety, that he will graduate from Haverford College. Howie Walton, also an area boy, but living on campus, was, like Harry, pretty much of a good othlete, and this year captained the Baseball Team as well as playing spasmodically brilliant basket- ball. He, like Harry majored in Economics, and like Harry, didn ' t like Howard Teaf. Unlike Harry, Howie had a television set in his room, an attrac- tion for many strange people from all over the campus. Known to be one who had a bit of a temper, Howie managed to keep it fairly well under control, especially when around the others in this illustrious group. This is one of the few Senior groupings which was known to get along pretty well and have the same things pretty much in common, a rare thing for Haverford. Thcmas J Joyce, Jr. Robert W. Leeds, Jr. Howard L. Waltcn Arthur Cowen III Benjamin A. Dent Lincoln D. Paine Four figures are seated on the floor about a low table in the bacl room of a maison de |oie There is hardly any light but It IS evident that all four faces are concentrating deeply on a rectangular board on the table. In the dark it is just possible to see the alphobet ond yes and no spellea out in luminous letters on the board, which casts an eerie light on the faces As one moves closer the sound of low voices becomes audible — as one moves further away the sound of low voices becomes indistinct--. We ' ll take the cose of a moving body with directional vector V . Fortunately, they have |ust been rehearsing up to this point so we haven ' t missed onything essential . . ot a nod from the staff one of the figures begins to speak. Let ' s listen. While 1 was digging latrines in Mexico last summer I un- covered this magical board The natives called it ouija or talking board. The natives really got excited about the dis- covery but wouldn ' t touch it They said there was a legend that this board could fortell the future so accurately that men feared to use it because their futures became inevitoble. They wonted me to burn it but I decided to keep it |ust for fun The person asking the question holds this stick in his left hand, Paul M. Haberlond then he may ask any question pertaining to the future. It must not be mercenary, however, for the board will stop answering. Choose the question carefully and make sure you reolly want to know the answer. Who will be first? There are three quick grunts. The leader decides to hand the stick to the figure to his right and soys, Remember, choose carefully OK, everyone, concentrate . Holding the stick like a stethescope, the first interrogator says, Parlez-vous francais- ' The board gives a jump and the disk slides over to yes . Puis-|e demander le question en froncais? Slowly, but unmistokeably the boord spells out bien sur. Ou arrive-je au fin de mo vie As though cogitating the disk remains motionless foi a moment and then heads for the F . After another hesitation it starts towards the R . Just then the figure lets go of the stick and shouts Aiese, I ' d rather not know — take it oway ' He hands it to the person next to him who says, I thought it looked pretty harmless. It was only spelling out France or Friends or mis- spelling Africa Here, I ' m not afraid I ' ll try it. He thinks momentarily and then, picking up the stick like o paint brush, soys, What I want to know is, well . . . what is life oil about? I mean just what is it that mokes people act the way they do ' Take a guy like Shakespeare for example. What mode him so great? Or even take o guy like Von Gogh . . , I mean 1 want to be able to feel life and know and experience things the woy he did, I love people and life, but 1 mean I just wont to know what you think? Confused by the battery of questions the board spells out, you ' ve got me. Tears of loughter roll into the glass of Schmitz the next figure is drinking Carefully setting the glass aside for a minute he says, Here, let me hove it. I ' ll bet I can get it to tell me something. . . Will 1 be able to pass my Germon comps without studying? The boord thinks this through and then responds, 30-70 . See, I told you Now let ' s try some- thing a little more controversial. . . Will I hove to get married? Another thoughtful pause and then the board slowly spells out, It is possible . Delighted with his success and forgetting the leader ' s warning the Fourth figure says, Now just one more. Where will Milwaukee end up this year? The board gives a low groan and jumps so violently that It knocks over the glass of Schmitz. The magic spell is broken and the four figures ore en- gulfed by the present. John R. Schott Four darkly cloaked figures are huddled about a small table In the back of on even smoller Parisian cafe. They are seated in such a fashion that they could easily represent the four principal numbers about the ioce of a clock. However, this is not meant to bs taken as on allegory on time. A candle is on the center of the table and four pairs of eyes are fixed intensely on the flame as though it were the Alpha ond Omega about to go out Suddenly Twelve O ' clock takes a silver spoon he ' s been sucking on out of his mouth and holds it over the flame. It quickly becomes blackened with carbon and he withdraws the spoon to inspect the miracle his imagination and the condle have wrought. He rubs the blackness onto his finger and holds it (his finger) up to the flome — smiling, with a grin that tries very hard to include both ears. He tears briefly at his hair and then throws his hands wildly into the air exclaiming, My God, I ' ve got if! From whiteness comes black! That explains everything, even ycu ' re damn foolishness about Christianity, He looks ac ross the table at Six O ' clock who is obviously skeptical, but who conceals his reaction for the proper time by reaching under the table for a silver t wo OtX)Ut to • nrhing, rer coffee pot he always keeps handy and pour fingers of scotch into a coffe cup. Aware i speak, the OthP ' rocr.r.-tfMll. ' rtfrnm fr. watching his ■ spirit. Conscious mat ne : as the center of attentior to clean them so he cai glass. Thus primed, he tn that simple my boy. I mean there ' s a lot of thn to think about before you make up your miinj . „.. ,;,,j.. hove to spend six or seven years thinking it over. Don ' t be hasty, my boy. He quickly reaches under the table for the coffee pot again and this time pours out three fingers. Meanwhile, Three O ' clock has been sucking on his finger and now brings it dangerously near to the hot flame. With a quick motion, he passes his finger through the flame several times and then without flinching he daringly holds his finger steadily in the center of the white light. It apparently doesn ' t hurt for he smiles at his baffled companions who try to pull his hand away. He tries to calm them by eagerly and lucidly explaining the phenomenon, It ' s really very simple, I don ' t see why you ' re oil so surprised. The amazing thing is if heat is radiated by the inverse square law how could the coolest part of the flame be at the center , . . My God, look at these whites . . . that ' s reolly something. Nine O ' clock rubs his cigarette into an ashtray and blows some smoke across the table at the candle The flame wavers dangerously near to extinction and the other three simultaneously yell at him to be careful. He reaches out his hand as though to grab a bunch of grapes. Yea, look, you guys, what . . what . . . (he struggles inwardly over alternative words. The struggle is reflected in his face in a moderote, friendly grimace) what difference does it really make if the flame goes out. It ' s just any old light and I can arrange to have it relighted I mean, for Christ ' s soke, it ' s just sitting there in the middle of the table. But there are three things I ' d like to ask about its nature, o) if you ' re going to soy . . . but here Nine O ' clock is suddenly seized with a fit of coughing os though choking on something. In the midst of the coughing he blows the candle out and the four ore engulfed by the darkness. Joel M. Levin Murray T. Charlscn James Peter Moloney r . Clive Coroneos Well anyway honey, we finally got to this party, and there were four guys sitting around so we just plumped down os pretty as you please. They didn ' t pay much attention to us 50 we |ust listened to them talk One of them was named Don, or Smokey, I never could tell which, and he looked as if he were real mad at something and frowning all the time but I found out that he wasn ' t really angry. He |ust looked that way And sometimes he talked real loud but when I went over to sit near him he started talking about Suzy, so I looked around to see what I could see Another one they called Clive, or sometimes a word I didn ' t understand too well, and he talked with the nicest accent and I really liked him a lot. He had such curly hair. And when I looked at him not obvious, but you know, he began to smile of me and his voice got husky and I said to myself This is going to be a good party, but then someone asked him obout his wife I didn ' t get mad or anything, but I sure was disappointed. The one who was giving the party was named Lorenzo. I had to lough at that, and I told him that it reminded me of Lorenzo Jones on the radio, and everytime the party wos quiet I asked him where his wife Bell was but he didn ' t get it or something. He hod the cutest southern accent but he talked about parties and booze on awful lot, so I didn ' t think he was so nice after a while The most interesting one there was nomed John Bern- stem. At first I was shocked because he didn ' t even try to clean up his lonugoge and he talked in such an owful way about religion and wor and the president, and I could hardly believe that he could talk like he did without something happening to him. But after awhile, I begon to realize that he was just a kid at heart, because no one really listened to him and I don ' t think he did either, because when he was saying some really awful things about the country, he got up and put his left foot in his left hand (while he was stand- ing there, mind you) and started hopping all around the room just like a little boy. I said to myself while I sot there watching him do it that people saying and doing things like that should make us all think. Donald 0. Stover John Bernstein Lorenzo W. Milam Charles S, Mock DguqIos W Meaker David L. Wilcox Dave Willcox and Charlie Mack are, for a change, arguing politics. Doug Meeker is mediat- ing. Mack: No, Willcox, I can never buy that view of the Republicans. For one thing, they practically ruined our chances of having a good president with their 22nd Amendment, their party machine in such places as Philadelphia, Trenton, and St. Paul is corrupt and weak, and their Eisenhower is a pa- tient, slow, and moronic stupe. As I was telling Cadbury as I went in to talk about my average . . . Meeker: How. You should hove seen . . . Willcox: How can you be so stupid. Mack. The Republicans have given this country its best prosperity in twenty-five years. If your dictator- minded Roosevelt hadn ' t bungled the war-time economy, all the investors should have made a neat little lump of financial gain, but instead, by bogging us down in lend-lease, I think that he and his stooge Truman carried us almost to the brink of depression, i know Eisenhower con and will . . . Meeker: Yuh. Y ' know, I had a feeling . . . Mack: My aching back, Willcox. The entire Tru- man administration was concerned with balancing the war-time spending and as efficiently as pos- sible getting us into a post-war peace-time econ- omy. The only inefficiency came through the idiotic Republican congress that killed all his good bills. As for Eisenhower ' s ridiculous . . . Meeker: Ha-ha. Yeah, I think, for myself . . . Willcox: 1 think your fool democrats will try to get us in war as soon as the economy begins to flop a bit. Let ' s go eat. Mack: As I was telling Cadbury when I went to show him my averages for his last marking session . . . (They depart, leaving Meeker smiling, gesticu- lating wildly to himself.) Om Hundred T ine E. Reed Wilbur Erik B. Mezger Paul R. Haviland, Jr. The three gentlemen in this group room to- gether in 203 Leeds for reasons unknown to each other or to the room priority system. The room itself was decorated in one burst of activity at the beginning of the fall with early American drinking apparatus, assorted basketry, and various curios of travel, track, and past glories (soldiers, dead and model). The room patriarch. Reed Wilbur, a steady-going engineering ma|or with a Rosie future, had on ever increasing practice as psychia- trist to his roommates ' woes as a result of sallies to Bryn Mawr and other regions of the outside world. The comic relief from staid cores was Binny, with his routines and expressions of delight or dis- may in a manner completely original to anything — including this world. The efficiency front, whose office the room became, was Mezger, who took himself so seriously that he accomplished very little, but saw and talked with a sufficient number of people to moke life worthwhile. Each contributed to and detracted from the progress through the senior year as an individual; Reed as a studied cynic and provider of the Red Plague; Binny as college cheerleader (unmatchoble), director of a much publicized Kazoo Corps and friend to the Rhinies; Mezger as chief legman for events musical, social, dealer with the comptroller, and representa- tive for South German particularism Week ends were the time for the greatest togetherness (in a social sense, not a psycho- logical one). Study date Friday nights, Saturday afternoon games, followed by impromptu gather- ings around tall glasses and soccer team ' ice; supper for Reed at Railroad Avenue, for Binny and Erik at Founders; the dance or the flicks, after which would be the party. Parties varied from a little beer from Tenth, through a Haviland-led sour hour, to on affair at Mezger ' s. Dates came from points north (Holyoke) or west (BMC) with amazing regularity. Nobody got up for Sunday breakfasts. For each there was a cause — misguided or guided with some effort. Reed had marriage, busi- ness, and the enlightenment of unfortunates, Binny had the good life, the Inner Light, and his health, and Erik had the perfect woman, the perfect ma- chine, and the existence through the double stand- ard. Reed concentrated on his engineering problems and non-supporting problems with one other inter- est, Binny upon his sports, his status, and the com- promising of Quakerism and liberty, along with many other interests, and Erik upon anything which struck his fancy, general information and one inter- est plus other interests The future is fortunately unpredictable. One Hundred Te7a Liberte, egolitie, fraternite — the revolutionaries of yesterday, the conservatives of today. These four were born too late to be revolutionaries and are perhaps as typical of Haverford men as are to be found. Clean cut, active socially, active extro- curricuiarly, active (but not too active) academic- ally. In a sense they used Haverford as Haverford has no right to be used — as a means and not as an end in itself. Mike, Bill, Skip and Dick — each came to get a med school acceptance via the liberal arts route and each succeeded in that goal. That they should be grouped together is some- thing of an anomaly, for with one exception the four were never roommates. Early in their college careers, however, they established a sort of fra- ternal rapport that lasted even through Bills ' mi- gration to Leeds in his senior year. Skipper and Dick managed to merge, in their senior year, two lives of a sort of studied cultivated leisure (TV set, of course). Mike, despite a sort of foggy aura that sur- rounded him, managed to head the class of ' 57 in his junior and senior years and greet each morning with his own effervescent rendition of Jamaica Farewell: I left a little girl in Tarrytown. Between bouts with a bad arm he also displayed beautiful coordination on tennis court and basketball floor. Although the four were not inclined to be brilliant students their academic interests were diversified. Mike and Bill chose the chemistry route, but the gentlemen of leisure went the distance via bib lit (Skip) and economics (Dick). Dick pursued (subtly, of course) several young lovelies as an undergraduate while Skip let the fTj 9S . Richord C. Rehmeyer femmes pursue him. Skipper also managed to get uninjured often enough to play some fine football for Haverford, and he at one time was considering dividing his time between playing for the Packers and delivering babies for Reserve (Reserve won in the end). Bill struggled for three years to find a mature phrase for be a daddy to the Rhinies and insti- tuted in his senior year a bureaucratic big brother system with an infallible checking mechanism that backfired. Summing up: They gave to Haverford, but could hove given more for what they got. They will, however, be among the staunchest of alumni sup- porters much to the chagrin of liberal faculty members, vintage 1985. Michael M. Heeg Blaine L. Block Williom L. Newmeyer The bull-session was a finely developed art in 202 Leeds. It u sually centered around a teapot in Bill Yost ' s room. It was for tea that Dick Groff would desert his well-ordered existence to be unconstructively socia- ble. He brought with him an encyclopedic knowl- edge of chemistry, Freudian psychology and sports; his harp and salty tongue could be confused only by pressing him about the contents of his latest letter to Duke It was suspected that not all of these epistles went to the Dean of the Medical School. Hunter, rosy and alert after his third shower of the day, would begin relating Doodles Weaver stories and other hilarious episodes from his life on the West Coast. For night-AI this late evening break was only morning coffee since he lived on what might be described as Japanese standard time. He was often absent for long telephone calls to Washington, D. C. Herb wouldn ' t stop planning his trip to Europe, he would just seek advice from Yost and Groff, who always informed him that he couldn ' t possibly make it on ninety-eight cents a day. It was then that Herb would consider taking on five coaching jobs instead of his usual three Al, however, would advise him to take advantage of a Leeds suite and use it to get in over at Bryn Mawr. He did both Selyn Yost presided over the teapot. As a good host he would clear the problems of the moment from his floor, his bed and his dresser and dump them on one of his desks. Depending on the time of the year these problems could have been the Suez crisis, his project paper, or The Record — Allen A, Hunter, Jr. perhaps even choosing a tie for the next morning. Whatever the situation, it was cataclysmic. It was at one of these sessions that the in- famous plot to deck the Library with a Beat Haverford sign was dared into existence, just be- fore Sworthmore Weekend. After a harrowing mid- night climb on the library roof, the sign was torn down by a conscientious sophomore before it saw the light of day. It was here that the election was predicted, the phone bills argued out, the college Administration ' s policies reviewed, and the latest issue of Playboy reviewed. As a money-saving device, our get-togethers constituted the proverbial rat hole; as a pick-me- up, the tea device was a total failure; but as a catalyst for a yearbook write-up, it ' s a lulu, isn ' t it? William A. Yost III Herbert H. Long III Diller B. Groff James N. Whitney Michael B. Donham Robert W. Ncyes Dear Mr. Macintosh; My boy wonts to go to Haverford, but through four seniors who are my only contact with the college, I have heard some shocking things about the education up there. If what they soy is true, my boy is going somewhere else. In the first place, these so-called students, Mike Donham, Bob Noyes, Harry Thomas, and Jim Whitney, haven ' t learned any real facts; they claim that instead they ' ve been taught to think at college. Mr. Macintosh, you and I both realize that one can trust only facts and that original thought IS a dangerous influence which has no place in our society. In the second place, what kind of a life have they been leading? They ' ve lived together for three years in a Lloyd suite they call Wunderkinder- gorten, in which they have such luxuries as a piano, a cuckoo clock, an e.b., and even the original Jarvis Pugh trophy, to say nothing of heathen decorations on the walls. And do you know what they do? They say, and I do hope they ' re joking, that they divide their time evenly between extra- curricular activities and loafing (though they call it social life ). College ought to be spartan and drudgy; they ' ve been using their imagination; blockhead, johnsquosh, 243, and obove all, bridge. Only Horry and Bob were infected originally, but now they ' ve oil got it; it ' s really disastrous, for they don ' t even have to go out of the room for a fourth (or a fifth, for that matter). And what about their activities? Why, they are allowed to overrun the various musical organiza- tions; they are briefs, for they hove won the minor letters in such dangerous sports as cricket and sailing, and they are on soccer and volleyball intramural teams. This is no way to learn a trade! I would like some clarification or denial, Mr. Macintosh, for it seems to me that Haverford may be subverting our youth! Sincerely, Disgusted Henry M. Thomas 1 Gail E. Chandler Robert B. Price, Jr. Foul R. Allen, Jr. The peculiar blend of Yankee energy. Southern hospitality and cosmopolite respectability that adorns this page brings together three persons as dissimilar in temper as they are similar in their taste for the better things in life, Paul ' s Puritan heritage and security in his chosen beliefs and dedication to the business world are balanced by his occasional trips to Boston, Cleveland, Washington, Poughkeepsie, or anywhere, just to get away for awhile, and by his frequent desire to ' let loose ' . Paul renounced the grosser elements of Haverford by the beginning of his Sophomore year and has been living in sober hermitage ever since but at times astounding his neighbors with the ' dolls ' that he suddenly turns up escorting on occasional week ends. William W. Moss III Bill in his time has played many parts. Of Southern origin and an English veneer and with a superficial knowledge of New York, his interests ore varied. As a matter of fact, you are never sure what he will do next, but whatever it is he carries it off with aplomb. At the end of his Sophorhore year he forsook English and Bryn Mawr and em- braced philosophy and Madeleine. A year later he forsook the former and became engaged to the latter. He finished up by exploring Political Science, hoping that his varied career would give him a well-rounded education, and hoping that a well-rounded education was a good thing. Bill is an enigma. He was also elected to the Founders Club. Bob brought to Haverford a devotion to Southern tradition and gracious living, and a knack of remaining himself throughout his college career. He remained immune to the proselytizing meta- physicians and humanitarians, preferring his own deep rooted security in the traditions of family and friends down home. Although he is occa- sionally teased by his neighbors as being ' Little Bobby Price, up from West Virginia, ' he is uni- versally respected. Amidst the amorphous mean- derings of humanitarian Haverford Bob is an enigma He also keeps the cleanest car on campus. Wllliom D Warde Four years have witnessed, amid changing per- spectives, an unending battle between Protestant- ism, Anglo-Catholicism and liberal and conserva- tive politics. How such on unlikely combination ever managed to enclose itself between the same four walls no one will ever know. It is practically impossible to pass through the entrance to first entry Lloyd without becoming aware of Bill ' s presence. He sings Ky ries and Gregorian chants from the moment he steps out of bed in the morning until he puts away the lost Latin book at night. A good many visitors hove stumbled out of the room looking for all the world as if they were suffering from alcoholitis, when in reality their affliction was more akin to an ecclesi- astical version of shell shock. Steve is sort of the mediating influence between the Catholic and Protestant factions since he generally travels the middle of the road on all controversial issues. Nevertheless, he has dropped his politicol reserve on several occasions to venture the opinion that, all ' sky pilots ' are hypocrites. After four years of arguing the moral versus the expedient in governmental policies, he certainly is entitled to his opinion. Tom is the Protestant par excellence. He came to the campus a fundamentalist Presbyterian and leaves it as a liberal Methodist with sociological leanings. His four years at Haverford have con- sisted of: constant offensive and defensive maneu- vers against a certain faction in the sociology department, anxious waits for fan mail from home, and regular week end trips to the source of his lighter (i ' ) reading material. After a futile battle with chemistry ( I took the course twice because the smells fascinated me ) Larry wandered into the psychology depart- ment to get rid of his science requirements. After three years of psychology, during which the science requirement was more than fulfilled, he is still puzzled over the differential motivational effects of the Inner Light and the Freudian libido. Yes, seminary should be interesting. Edward S. Fairfield Thomas A. Cooper Lawrence C. Ferguson John G. Cope Anyone trying to moke sense out of the crew in 204 Leeds was immediately co nfronted with the problem of the One and the Many. Akira, when not relaxing to the strains of the tuberculor cough of La Boheme, was usually busy drumming up trade for the International Club or else on his way over to a Bryn Mawr class. His embarrassment at hav- ing so much free time in the absence of Mac- Caffrey courses caused him no end of anguish. Ben gave up kayaking and track early in his career for the equally strenuous disciplines of Plotmus, Quant lab, Italian art, three study dates a week, and the ideal of eight hours ' sleep a night. John managed to survive the Great Salt Lake Woman Crisis and was able to turn his thoughts to other thir.gs, such as Goethe ' s ' Faust and ihe remote possibility of making the tennis team at long last. His no.sy attempts at learning to play his steel- band drum (carted all the way up from Trinidad) were rarely appreciated by the other three. Bill accomplished the superhuman task of arising every morning at 7;00 o ' clock in order to open the library. Vacillating between dejection and elation in his opinion as to the efficacy of philosophy in explaining life ' s mysteries, he found a strange, pseudo-masochistic delight in transcending to the realm of the Diesel. These were the aspects of the Many. Contributing to the all-unifying One Bryn Mawr College provided both academic and other stimuli, and Ben ' s grey ' 53 Ford could be seen shuttling bock and forth between the two institu- tions every day. The frequent Hart-built fires in the 204 fireplace served to melt the prevailing particularism of the suite, as did ping-pong, ' the suite ' s favorite means of sublimating cultural in- stinct. It was through these activities that the four sought to solve the perennial question: the One — one what? ' ; the Many — many w hat? Williom D. Stine Benson H. Hart Akira Iriye iL John G. Wallace Lcui5 R. MatlGck Rollard R. Hcndersan The first time I saw John he was hurrying busily across campus with a number of mam la folders under his arm. He had a way of swinging his free hand and nodding his headot everyone he passed that gave one the impression he was carrying a folder marked, Top Secret. Rush Delivery. It sort of reminded me of a trick I used in prep school to avoid being prepped by the upperclassmen. For three days i shuttled bock and forth between the administration buildings and my dormitory carrying an important looking bundle of carefully wrapped scrap paper and with urgent stenciled across my brow. I was never stopped and I never did any work. The first time I met John was over a very fine martini in his room. I was quite impressed for he hardly knew me. But he was always like that — very generous with his father ' s money. As I got to know him better, I found he was also very generous with his time — especially if it gave him reason to procrastinate an over-due paper. Despite the speculations and forebodings to the contrary, John triumphantly weathered the lonely mid-winter comprehensives and announced he had decided to cut the umbilical chord in favor of a career in banking. It was our first year when we were all freshmen and 1 remember Roilond Henderson was living on 3rd floor south in Barclay. We never saw too much of Rol that year for he was always giving Akira a little help with the English words that he couldn ' t find in the dictionary. Or else he was brewing up a pot of Japanese tea and seaweed. No one sus- pected that cultivating a taste for seaweed would ever pay off to an Iowa farm boy, but after an unsuccessful dip into campus politics his sophomore year, Rol decided to take refuge in Japan for the summer with the Friends Service Committee. It seemed that one thing lead to another, for it was on a week end work camp with the Friends that Rol first caught sight of Janet Hetzei, waving a point brush. He offered her a ride home and she said, Come ona my house, I want you to meet my daddy. There were all sorts of scandalous accusations when Rol announced his engagement and major on the same day — as a result Rol and Janet have mode plans to skip the country for a few years with the AFSC once again until things cool down a bit. It ' s difficult position to be an elected leader of a freshman class. Understandably, there is seldom a sound criterion for voting when a week- old class is trying to organize itself against the sophomores. And yet one member of the class is inevitably placed in the limelight. More often than net, his public life is ephemeral. However, Lou never lost the favor of either his class or the stu- dent body in four years of singularly non-political activities in student government. And as consistent with his council activities was his success in soccer, cricket and chemistry. Perhaps the one success which come unsuspect- ingly for those who were unfamiliar with the nature of Lou ' s prolonged week end absences was his fourth year marriage to Alice. However, for her own part, Alice was as consistently absent from Goucher. In fact, she became so familiar a sight in the dining room that some wondered whether ony- thing had substantially changed when she finally abandoned commuting to take up residence with Lou. Anyway, there are other things to wonder about, now that an addition is arriving. For in- stance, how is a graduate chemist going to support three hungry mouths ' William B. Tyson Richard V. Wagner Ralph C Sanson, Jr. Once again spring is near at hand, and once again four total strangers have been called upon to write about the good times they have had to- gether at Haverford, for The Record. There are long silences, and brief attempts at initiating conversation, thus: Sanson: Well . . . All: Yeah? . . . Barr: That is . . ' Tyson: Well, why not? All: Hummi?! In the desperate attempt to discover a common meeting ground the following facts come out: All smoke, but four different brands. All have majors, but in four different fields- All come from the US., but from four different states. All have thought about sex within the past week All take Mason Barr, Jr. off their shoes before going to bed. All have dated from Bryn Mawr, but with a different number of girls All get mail. All swear occasionally. ' - ' All satisfy oral needs.- ' All drive cars All have favorite singers, ' - All have favorite books. ' ' ' All own toothbrushes. All think Bing should be dis- posed of. ' - ' 1 Cornels, Pall Malls, Luckies, TysonMs. ■- French; Psych, Spanish, Soc ■ ' Marylo ' nd, New Hampshire, Ohio, the Virgin Islands ■ 6 days ago, 3 days ago; yesterday and five minutes ogo. • ' ' Left first, right first, both together; all three at once. Wyndham, Rhoads; Rock and Merion. ' 1, 15, 391 2; 269. 8 From: Mother, pen-pal, mistress; Aldo. 9 Darn, Goshgolly, Hicksitei; $@$@% ! ! I 1 1 Smoking and beer; talking ond tea; thumb ond milk; gum and Sol Hepatico. 11 Black ' 31 Ford, two-tone ' 51 Anglio, yellow ' 53 Chevy; green ' 47 Plymouth. 12 Renata Tebaldi; Eddy Arnold; Elvis Presley; Katowitz. 13 Don Quixote; Kitty Foyle; Playboy; The Power of Positive Thinking 1-1 Pepsodent, Squibb, Dr West ' s; Sherwin-Williams. 15 By arsenic, by Dispose-oll; by Ninth entry; by locking him in a closet to score the moths. A drudge in the Biology department once claimed that an entire culture of Aero bacter aerogenes gave up the ghost when Ed Pine looked at them through a microscope. Not to be outwitted, Ed has posed threat to all biologists by planning to make it his life ' s work. Besides bacilla, Ed tends to find people every now-and-then, but has handily worked out a solution to this human problem. If the source of irritation is a friend, he sits on them: this serves as a cathartic to the offender. If the source of trouble is a woman, Ed plays the guitar: this serves as a cathartic to his roommates. If the source of trouble is a cathartic, Ed plays. Bob Lindeman was once a member of the lonely 21 1 Club, but due to administration apathy and a duodenal ulcer, he became a premed student. He found that Treponema pollidum is more en- joyable than any bottle, and to clinch this deci- sion, he applied to Temple Medical school. The AMA was galvanized to action. Telegrams were sent. Meetings were held. But no action could avail: Bob was determined to be a doctor. In desperation, the administration was asked to dis- pense with his graduation, but at last report they had replied that they have enough troubles of their own, thank you. Early in his college career, Peter Panken told the political science department that he would be theirs. Immediately, to every lip arose, among other things, the question of who would be more profoundly changed by this union. Could New York politics be solved in the department framework? Would Tammany and Aristotle be compatible? Could Platonic Truth come to the Fifth Ward? The answer to these questions was not long in forthcoming. Peter spent half of his |unior year in Washing- ton. The president and congress protested mildly, but neither seems to have been affected perma- nently by this novel state of affairs. Peter, on the other hand, claims to have been kicked out of some of the plushest offices in the capitol. As for the future, both Washington and New York have expressed an interest in seeing Peter got scholarship to Indonesia. Indonesia continues to muddle along, as usual. Edward H. Pme Robert J. Lindeman Peter M. Panken Overwhelmed with the prospect of having a yearbook of their very own, several seniors dragged in a creai y band-wagon to put Tony in as editor. Smiling a Cherubino smile, girding his withering typewriter, Tony dropped the opinion that this would be the last time that Haverford would elect him to be their yearbook chief. Time will proba- bly prove this well taken Another pen-head well taken is Lauro. He is so taken with the school that he plans another year here, and even more if he plays his majors right He claims his permanent tenure is the result of his thoughtful fomily keeping him cut of White Plains so he won ' t score the neighbors His shaken neigh- bors confirm this. Ken has no neighbors Ken builds tents in his Leeds living-room Ken ' s roommates get dangled in the cords end flaps and hate Ken and h,s damn Doniel Boone Complex Ken makes amends by run- ning up 800 toll units a mcnth in calls to Swarth- more. Bell Telephone, in a recent manager ' s meet- ing, has suggested that Ken pcstphone his wedding for five or six years to assure their solvency. Chuck takes showers Whenever Chuck ' s room- mates see him fully clothed, they ask each other who in hell that guy is. Sometimes Chuck doesn ' t take showers. At those times, he rests to prepare for the next one. Once Tony asked Chuck what he would do if he were caught on the Sahara for a month Chuck looked at Tony for a long minute and then told him that yearbook editors seem to tend towards fatness. Anthony G. Bing The thing which brought these four really to- gether was the one car which the room shared, and the search for the keys which Tony was always los- ing Fortunately many times the problem of who was to drive was solved by having the car repaired, incapacitating all They played a little game all year to see who could leave the least amount of gas in the car for the next driver, a race usually won by Bing, whose victim was always Ken Ken would always get about half way to Swarthmore, wishing at all times for a leep rather than the old Ford. The last great uniting factor was their l:ving room, the ark of the covenant for the sacred year- book, Charlie ' s beer bottles, Lauro ' s rejections from publishers, Ken ' s books, and Tony ' s clothes It was cleaned fourteen times in 1957 Charles S. Winans Kenneth R Colkins Lavro DeB. Kalstead SENIOR ADDRESSES ABRAMSON, MARC; 7120 Woolson Rd ; Phila, Pq ACTON, ALFRED,! I; Alden Rd, Bryn Athen, Pa. ALLEN, HARRY R., 322 W. Penn St ; Phila 29, Pa. ALLEN PAUL R, Jr.; 242 Msmam St, Weston, Mass AMSTERDAM, TONY G; 5209 Woocb ne Ave; Phila 31, Pa. BARR, MASON, JR.; 1457 Prospect St.; Mentor, 0. BELASH, DAVID C ; 3 W. Cedar St.; Boston, Mass BERNSTEIN, JOHN, Everglades Hotel, Miomi, Flo. BING, ANTHONY G; 92 College St; Hudson, 0. BLOCK BLAINE L,; 1817 Benson Dr, Dayton, O BOOKHAMMER, R. S , 264 Forrest Rd., Menon, Pa BROWN, CHARLES V.; 2nd Hill, New Milford, Conn. CALKINS, KENNETH R.; 1217 Judson Ave.; Evonston, III. CHALLENER, ROBERT C, 204 Longue Vue Dr , Pittsburgh 28, Pa. CHARLSON, MURRAY T, 2915 Knowltcn Dr., Pittsburgh 26, Pa. CHANDLER, G. E; 320 West End Ave; New York 23, N Y. CLAVEL, PIERRE; 9 Rutland Rd , Scarsdole, N. Y. COHEN, RICHARD L.; 1461 Ocean Pky , Brooklyn, N. Y. COOPER, THOS. A.; 2521 Valley Vue, Huntington Valley, Pa COPE JOHN G; American Ccnsulate Gen ' I; Navy 117, FPO N. Y., N. Y. CORONEOS, CLIVE; Hasco, Pcrt-Au-Prince, Haiti, W.st Indes CRANE, DONALD A; 37 School Ave.; Chatham, N J. COWEN, ARTHUR, III, 37 E 70 St.; N Y , N. Y. DENSFORD, ROBERT W.; 5710 Oxon Hill Rd , Washington 21, D C DENT BENJAMIN A Dillard University, New Orleans, La DOHERTY, WM. P; 135 Broad St., Bridgeton, N J DONHAM, MICHAEL B ; Pines Lane; Chappoquo, N Y FAIRFIELD, EDWARD S.; 108 S. Carolina Ave; Atlantic City, N. J. FARRELL, HENRY M, 151 Harvard Ave, Rockville Center, N Y. FERGUSON. LAWRENCE C ; Fred Mason Rd.; Cheshire, Moss FORMAN, PHILIP M; 76 S. Hampton Rd ; Cclumbus, O. FORMAN RICHARD T. 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Pa HENDERSON, ROLLAND H; Poullma, Iowa HOOVER, HENRY B, JR; Trapelo Rd.; S, Lincoln, Mass HOPKINS, P DONALD, 11 N Jackson Ave; Wenonoh, N J HUDSON FLOYD E 109 Rehoboth Ave ; Rcheboth Beach, Del HUNT, ROBERT W; 5404 Kimbork Ave.; Chicago 15, III, HUNTER, ALLAN A, JR.; 193 Myro Ave; Los Angeles 27, Col. IRIYE, AKIRA, 332, 3-chrome, Norimune, Suginami-ku, Tokyo, Japan JOHNSON, STANLEY B.; 24 Ravine Rd.; Wellesley Hills, Mass. JOYCE, THOS. J., JR.; 557 E. Gates St.; Phila. 3, Po. KILPATRICK, ROBERT W; 707 NW. 20th St.; Gainesville, Flo. KRAVIS, GARY I ; 218 Stonewoy Lone; Merion, Pa LACHMAN, ALAN B.; 5420 Connecticut Ave, NW; Wash- ington, D. C. LEEDS, ROBERT W., JR.; 46 Righters Mill Rd ; Narberth, Pa LEVIN, JOEL M; 301 W. Tabor Rd.; Philo. 20, Pa. LIMDEMAN, ROBERT J.; 227 E Third St., Waynesboro, Po LONG, WILL M H., Ill; 5200 Wesley Ave.; Baltimore 7, Md. MACK, CHARLES S; 246 W. Upsal St, Phila. 19, Pa. MATLACK, LOUIS R; 101 Colonial Ave.; Moorestown, N. J. MEAKER, DOUGLAS W; 166 Sandy Volley Rd,; Decham, Moss. MELONEY, JAMES PETER; 523 Sunset Lone; E. Lansing, Mich MEZGER, ERIK B; Oak Hill Farm, Henderson Rd; Bridgeport, RD 1, Po. MILAM, LORENZO W ; 1894 Edgewood Ave ; Jacksonville, Flo. MOODY, JAMES P, JR; c o Setter, Sleepy Hollow Rd , Bnar- cliffe Mon ' r, N Y MOSES, SANFORD H, JR.; 8 Prospect St, Winchester, Moss. MOSS, WILLIAM W, 111; 704 Powell St; Williamsburg, Va. MURRAY, WILLIAM M.; Cedorcliff, Route 1; Camp Hill, Pa. NAUMAN, DANIEL W, 549 Virginia Ave; Havertown, Pa. NEWMEYER, WILLIAM L ; 1245 Josephine St ; Denver 6, Colo. NICKEL, PAUL E.; G-5133 Fenton Rd ; Flint, Mich NOYES, ROBERT W, 23 Fernwood PI; Mountain Lakes, N. J. PAINE, LINCOLN D; 300 Hammond St.; Chestnut Hill, Mass. PANKEN, PETER M.; 915 West End Ave; N Y 25, N Y. PINE, EDWARD H.; 11-18 Foirhovcn PI.; Fair Lawn, N J. PLASS, NIEL W.; 601 Clyde St; Pittsburgh 13, Po. PRICE, ROBERT B., JR.; 51 18 Kanawha Ave; Charleston, W.Va. REHMEYER, RICHARD C; 647 N. 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WILENTZ JACK N, 185 High St; Perth Amboy, N J. WILLCOX, DAVID L.; 627 Highland Rd.; Ithico, N. Y. WINANS, CHARLES S; Monen Boder Plotz 10; Bad Homburg Vor Der Hohe, Germany WOLF, H L ; Meeting House Rd.; Jenkintown, Po. YOST WILLIAM A, 111; 1936 N. 24th St.; Wowatoso, Wis. ZAVITZ, PETER K. C ; 4205 Stanford St ; Chevy Chose 15, Md. Becouse there hos not been a demand for them, and because the editors feel that they ore o misrepresentation of on individual ' s worth, a list of each person ' s activities has been left out of the Record of 1957. One Hiiiuirfd Tu ' entv ' one ANTHONY G. BING Editor LAURO deB. HALSTEAD Associate Editor Staff Lorenzo Milam, Jonathan Gallant, John Schott, George Hurchalla. Photography Editors Peter Wolf and Harold Kurzman. Business Staff John G. Wallace, business chairman, William A. Yost, business manager, Allan Gold, subscription manager, Robert Miller, advertis- ing manager, and Edward Thorpe. Art Staff Fritz Janschka One Hundred Twenlviwu PATRONS Mr. Mrs. Horry Abramson Mr. C. Vernon Albright Mr. Mrs. Paul R. Allen Mr. Mrs. Elmer Andrews Mr. L. Earle Arnow Mr. Burton N. Behling Mr. Albert B. Bernstein Mr. Mrs. G. E. Bing Dr. Mrs. Morton E. Block Dr. Mrs. Robt. S. Bookhammer Mr. Vernon E. Bradley Dr. Mrs. Paul C. Bucy Mr. Mrs. Charles F. Bullard Mr. W. A. Challener, Jr. Mr. Mrs. Samuel Charlson Dr. Mrs. Wm. E. Chase Mrs. Miriam E. Clarke Mr. Richard E. Clemson Mr. Phil Cohan Mr. Robt. T. Colburn Mrs. Olive F. Cornwell Mr. Byron Coroneos Mr. Curtis Mr. Maxwell Done Mr. Mrs. Arthur Ellison Mr. Jess Forman Mr. Roger S. Foster Mrs. James B. Francis Dr. Mrs. Wilmer K. Gallager Mr. Mrs. Ellis A. Gold Dr. Mrs. J. H. Goodman Mr. Mrs. Robt. K. Greenleaf Mr. Mrs. Irvin Gruber Mr. Mrs. Diller B. Groff Mr. Mrs. Thomas B. Harvey Mr. John G. Hershey Dr. Mrs. C. L. Hobaugh Mr. Mrs. Henry B. Hoover Dr. Mrs. Floyd I. Hudson Mr. Mrs. Charles W. Humphreys Mr. Elgin F. Hunt Mr. Cr Mrs. Keishiro Iriye Mr. Mrs. Richard M. Kain Mr. Mrs. Joseph Katowitz Mr. Wylie Kilpatrick Dr. Harry C. Knight Mr. Louis L. Lauve, Jr. Dr. Cr Mrs. C. W. Lindeman Mr. Mrs. Wm. Herbert Long, Jr. Mrs. Ruth Mack Mr. J. Gilbert MocOrt Mr. Cushman McGee Mr. Mrs. H. N. Monkemeyer Mr. Mrs. Kenneth W. Morgan Mr. J. Howard Morris, Jr. Mr. Mrs. Victor J. Moyes Mr. Mrs. Henry W. Musser Mr. Cr Mrs. Wm. Newmeyer Mr. Mrs. Phillip Nolte Dr. Maurice M. Pine Mr. Mrs. J. Russel Price Dr. Mrs. Robt. B. Price Mr. John S. Pyke Mr. Wm. B. Ray Mr. Paul C. Raymond Mr. Jonathan E. Rhoads Mr. Mrs. Rondthaler Mr. Mrs. W. P. Steward Mr. Mrs. Russell W. Stine Mr. Mrs. Albert Stover Dr. Martin V. Teem Dr. Mrs. Henry M. Thomas, Jr. Dr. M. Dawson Tyson Mr. Mrs. George V. Wallace, Jr. Mr. Mrs. Wm. Nelson West Mr. Hassler Whitney Mr. Mrs. Bertram F. Wilcox Dr. Wm.C. Wilentz Mr. Mrs. Wm. A. Yost, Jr. One Hundred Twentyjoui HADLEY FALLS TRUST COMPANY Holyoke, Massachusetts Main Office Maple Suffolk Streets, Holyoke Branch Offices Race Main Streets, Holyoke Shopping Center, Holyoke 124 Cabot Street, Chicopee 66 Main Street, Chicopee Falls Facility Westover Field Member of Federal Reserve System Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation One fiuii.i i.i Tuunlyfive The Cx eHJ Can c Jft ettet In Raising Funds for Colleges Churches and Charitable Agencies Protestant Chapel and Hebrew Synagogue St. Lawrence State Hospital Ogdensburg, N. Y. March, 1957 GOAL — $250,000 RESULT — $256,700 THOMAS W. MILLER ASSOCIATES 2719 North Front Street, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania Cedar 2-4537 One Hundred Twenty six The Suburban Travel Ag;encv, Inc. SUBURBAN SQUARE, ARDMORE (27 Coulter Avenue I -Arulliorized cienl.s lor - 11 Scheduled Airlines, Steamships, Tours, Resorts I lo ' tr(i L iKirtif lo Ijoit. TELEPHONE Ml 9-2366 Imported Gifts and Handcrafts Regent LA 5-731 Triumph Citroen Morgan HAVERFORD SPORTMOTOR, INC. Complete Rebuilding of Foreign Cars Fuel Injection Service Jomes P. Reordon 519 W. Lancaster Ave Hoverford, Pa. TOMS MARKET CHOICE MEATS Groceries - Produce - Frozen Foods 572 Lancaster, Ave. Phone BRyn Mawr 5-2317 BRYN MAWR, PA. BORGWARD D.K.W. RENAULT PENN BODY CO., Inc. •jfmporlea y cirs 574 Lancaster Ave. Bryn Mawr, Pa. LAwrence 5-2574 LEO J, JEWELER ' «!C« ' SUFFOLK STREET- MOLYOKE. MASS. C oinitiiinenis of GEORGE iVL EWING COMPANY Architects and Engineers One Hundred Twent ' Sei:en J. G. HEIDNER SON, INC. HAVERTOWN PRINTING Holycke ' s Music Center COMPANY Wurlitzer Organs and Pianos 2134 DARBY ROAD Hi-Fi Record Players and Records HAVERTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA 290 Maple St., Holyoke, Mass. Good Printing At No Additional Cost WILLIAM KRUGLER At Our New Address GUILD OPTICIAN Telephone: Hilltop 6-4500 SHerwood 7-8633 841 Lancaster Avenue • Bryn Mowr Member Printing Industries of Philadelphia REFRESHING . . . DELICIOUS . . . GOOD FOR YOU! That ' s a perfect description of WAWA milk. You owe it to yourself to drink the best, and why not, it costs no more . . . try WAWA and convince yourself. The milk that ' s bottled fresh in the country. WAWA, Delaware County, Penna. for home delivery call LOwell 6-6500 One Hundred Twenty-eight □ WHITING AND COMPANY Makers of quality paper Holyoke, Massachusetts D One Hundred Tu ' ciuv-nnu ' L omp lini en ts of m HOLYOKE WIRE CABLE CORPORATION 720 Main Street Holyoke, Mass. KEYSTONE CANDY TOBACCO COMPANY 354 West Lancaster Ave. Wayne, Pa. The Plumbers Supply Company 535 Lancaster Avenue, Haverford, Pa. LAwrence 5-0864 ond Midway 9-1570 • Custom Kitchens • BMhrooms • Electrical Appliances • Gas and Electric Stoves • Heating • Plumbing • Pumps • Roofing (Open on Thursday Evenings) L omplimenti ol THE CASPER RANGER CONSTRUCTION CO. Holyoke, Mass. One Hundred 1h rty Everything in Paints and Art Supplies BUTEN ' S PAINT STORES 809 LANCASTER AVENUE LAwrence 5-3610 BRYN MAWR We De liver bon voyage Abbotts Dairies ICE CREAM DIVISION Lombard at Third Street Philadelphia 47, Pa. FAIRLAWN MARKET 16 Station Road, Haverford, Pa. CHOICE MEATS - FANCY GROCERIES SEA FOOD - FRUIT VEGETABLES Free Delivery Phone Ml 2 9011-12-13 GALLIGAN BROS. REGISTERED PLUMBER 872 Lancaster Avenue Bryn Mawr, Po. 24 HOUR SERVICE WE 4-0918 LA 5-0822 LAwrence 5-4526 THOMAS J. LANNON 1025 Lancaster Avenue Bryn Mawr, Pa. Picture Framing Prints Paintings Cleaned and Restored Fine Arts Reproductions Mirrors Resilvered Phone: MIdwoy 2 0859 HAVERFORD TAXI SERVICE Pcnna. R.R. Station HAVERFORD, PA. 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