Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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FRANK J. QUINN GERHARD G. FRIEDRICH EDGAR S. ROSE ALFRED W. SATTERTHWAITE The 200-keeper, proprietor of the stacks cubbyhole menagerie, is John Lester, whose office is the Library. Lester, despite his youth and hardiness became the most titled member of the staff as Librarian, coach of track and soccer, and temporary dean, during the second semester dcp.irturc of the administration ' s med school officer. He brings his athletic enthusiasm to the class, his I ' th century course taking on the qu.dities of a brisk training regimen, an invigorating skull session with the bones of Byron as subject for dissection. Tucked away in Founders, temporary residence of traveled Philips Visitors, are those perenially enthusi- astic intellectual tourists, the Cockney and the Scot, both products of the liberal Oxford punting seminars. The former. Ken Woodroofe, gained n o legendary status during his year spent at Reed, the Liberal ' s Western retreat. He returned in much the same state, rumpled and cherubic, his comfortably dishevelled ap- pearance achieving sartorial splendor among the ragged costumes of the students. Ken is seemingly the friend of every student. His informality and all-day office hours in the Coop attract all sorts of stray pets, lured on by the engaging prospect of his boisterous harangues. Many have tried to characterize him as zany, fey, or the eternal youth, and his enchanting performance in the year ' s well-remembered Waiting for Godot indi- cates that all of these appelations have considerable validity. He also teaches Dostoevski. Frank Quinn, the Scotsman, the snared bachelor and more sober of the pair, handles probably the most di- verse range of courses, from Chaucer to 20th century ' British lit. He stresses the individuality of each of the literary figures the course tackles, and if D. H. Law- rence and ' Virginia ' Woolf seem to be writing the same book, it is largely because of the strongly humanistic framework which Frank finds underneath the books seemingly disparate overtones. Quinn is the original master of the subliminal pene- tration techniques now coming into vogue among the Madis(5n Avenue set. His ability to produce the de- sired answer from the dumbfounded student is a rare feat, and one that has earned him the rightful admira- tion of a host of devoted pupils. Behind the bowl of Edgar Rose ' s pipe is one of the quieter members of the department. Despite his Lan- caster rearing, he is not exactly a Pennsylvania Dutch- man. Instead, he is an aesthetically inclined arrive from the University of Chicago who peacefully ripostes some of the fevers in freshman tutorials and raises provocative questions in the smog of Chase seminars. When he succeeds in getting away from the frosted glass of Whitall ' s hollowness, he lectures of James Gib- bons Hunecker, uses his faculty experience at Chicago for some Softball, or caters to his past as organist and music critic by sitting down at a piano. Eleven

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FACULTY RALPH M. SARGENT JOHN A. LESTER, JR. JOHN ASHMEAD, JR. KENNETH S. WOODROOFE ENGLISH It is quite fittmt; that the chief port of call for English majors, and the English interdepartmental communication — or at least communiques — should he located in Haverford ' s Pentagon, one-sided Whitall. Just above the marble halls lined with traffic viola- tions is a more homey den, lined with books. The cus- todian frequently chagrined by the treasures unearthed from his shelves, such as Poetry, Scientifically Analyzed, is a genial, crop-headed figure, scarcely awesome enough to be a department head. Yet Ralph Sargent, benign as he appears, partakes of the building ' s spirit of authority. Specializing in the Elizabethan era, he is himself somewhat of a Renaissance figure, frankly de- lighting in Shakespeare ' s franker passages, pointing out at some length the less spiritual implications of Donne ' s use of die and rise. In a more general sense, though, the Renaissance man ' s diversity of interests and the eclectic character of his bookshelves are embodied in Mr. Sargent ' s innumerable pursuits and project courses — creative writing, current literature, and the Philadelphia try-out season. In an equally fitting fashion, the majority of the department ' s underlings are housed in the upper reaches of the Library, their offices appearing, quite literally, as extensions of the stacks. The personalities of these men are as various as the Library ' s architectural styles, diverging from the cheery pedantry of the department ' s amateur cartographer and conventionaire, poet Gerhard Friedrich, to the sten- torian Spencerian, Alfred Satterthwaite, whose fright- ening resonance and unpronounceable name are made less terrifying in the trembling freshman conferee by the jauntmess of the prof ' s glistening brush cut. Satterthwaite is a Harvard grad, and prone to remi- nisce of the wondrous stable of Harry Levin et al; but while no crimson banner hangs from his door either, the John Harvard zealot extraordinaire is Mr. S ' waite ' s (standard abbreviation) neighbor, John Ashmead. This eternal booster returned to the campus after an extended sabbatical spent in Greece and his spiritual home, the Far East. For. as all his paper writers know, Ashmead is a mystic of sizable proportions, a necessary compensation for the slightness of his grades and sta- ture (physical, of course) . His absence, on good re- port, was craftily arranged, for in the intervening span he acquired an envied legend, that of the cultivated ogre, the demon of the tutorial, the remolisher of over- sized reputations among senior majors. Some found, to our dismay, that the legend was not a total piece of fabrication, and students of his 18th century course will long remember his definitive lecture on the subtle- ties and atrocities of hokum and balderdash. Ten

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HERMAN M. SOMLRS POLITICAL SCIENCE (The scene is the s[ acious Founders Hall office of Herman M. Somers, chairman of the political science department. Boo s, papers, memos, and letters from all over the United States compete for attention on the old desks and tables scattered through the room. An- drew M. Scott enters jaimtily, overcoatless, in his usual light hrown suit and unbuttoned button-down collar. ) Scott: Good afternoon, Red. Somers: Good afternoon, Andy. How goes the Dela- ware County Democratic cluh? Scott: Fine, fine . . . I Steven Muller enters the room, clad in the latest Ivy fashions. ) Somers: Glad you could get here so soon, Steve. Just put your coat over there. Muller (placing his collegiate coat on a hoo iie.vt to Somers ' tweed overcoat): When your private secre- tary called I had just finished translating the Norwegian footnotes in the hook published yesterday, Publio Cor- porations in the World Community, by a man I studied with at Cornell. I hadn ' t yet started the revision of my list of the 600 best political science periodicals for Political Science 22 students. If you don ' t mind. I have a preliminary list here. . . . Somers: The reason this meeting was called was to plan the program for the department for the coming term. I wt)uld appreciate it if you would bring up your point, Steve, when we come to the course. We can get started as soon as Bill arrives. (William A. Reitzel ' 22 wal s in. He is wearing a darl{ brown suit with a vest, and is carrying his brief- case, unique among diplomats, initialed WAR. J Reitzel: Good afternoon, gentlemen. Andy, did you get a chance to read my article on Kennan ' s book on American diplomacy? Scott: No, I spent the afternoon expurgating Rous- seau ' s Confessions for my children and mailing my article on challenge and response off to the Journal of Politics. Somers: Be seated, gentlemen. While I was in Ten- nessee straightening out the TVA, I got an idea for an addition to my administration course. We could divide the class into line officers and staff officers and have them argue with each other for four class periods on the relation of the reading to their respective jobs. Of course I would keep close watch on the discussion and see that they stuck to the facts. We might set up a model Brandywine Creek Authority. Scott: Excellent idea. Red. Muller: I wonder how well that would go. At Ox- ford something like that was suggested, but before I go into this, let me say . . . ( c.) Reitzel fin his best Oxonian accent): Red, I think it IS necessary that we recognize the distinctions be- tw-een line officer, staff officer, administrator, and ex- ecutive. Scott: That ' s a good point. Here, I ' ll show you. . . . WILLIAM A. REITZEL Tu ' eli