Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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Mac is back! was the joyful cry, and judg- iiiK from the ovation he received in Collection, Haverford was awfully glad to see its World- Traveller-Vice-President on campus once again. Archibald Miiclntosh, adorned in all his grey- ing, bow-tied, and unassuming superiority, (|uickly temijcred the joy, however, with a glib I wish I was back in Europe. For he had fallen victim to the smiling hospitality of the Swiss and the alumni-free atmosphere of Mat- terhorn ' s summit. Haverford seemed to have lost its charm for Mac. Wonder why. Perhaps some of the enthusiasm which greeted him was due to student hope for relief from the academic pressure which, according to uncountable ])olls, is the current thorn in the undergraduate side. But he has kept hands off the professorial tyrants and is interviewing hundreds of Einstein-like applicants who thrive on academic pressui ' e. Mac ' s gentle face has given rise to a myth concerning his fatherly nature. However, re- ports from drunkards, downers, and Dining Room rowdies who have had chats with him have shattered this impression. He is calm and easy-going, but he means business. Mac is familiar, perhaps painfully so, with student farces, foibles, and follies. He has been admissions officer for more than a quarter of a century, has acted as president on three occa- sions, and is head of the College Entrance Ex- amination Board. He knows all the answei ' s. Dean William Cadbury, case history in hand, waits for Mrs. .Andrews to announce the next supplicant. Director of Admissions Archibald Macintosh learns that two students from Tibet accept scholarships. At Haverford no one desires to make the Dean ' s Li.st, though one might think .so from the queue in his waiting room. In the shadow of Mrs. Andrews ' benignly indifferent face, they sit against the wall, those hollow men, squinting over white cards, scratching heads, abandoning themselves in 1950 issues of the Neiv Yorker, or vainly looking for humor in the Louisiana Summer School BitUeti)i. Next! Knees wobble and the sedentary musical chairs go through another .shift as the chosen one walks in on the man in tweed. Is the enigmatic smile simply a reaction to a familiar face, or is its owner thinking about the lumpy fete by Brueghel to the right rear? He greets the student by his first name (always grounds for being wary) and takes the pipe from his mouth. Say, we haven ' t had you over for dinner yet, have we? As the senior anticipates his last supper, he tries to remember what was said at the last Meeting, hurriedly rehearses old chem formu- lae, and cooks up a defense for his tran.script. Suddenly he discovers that he is unclear about the Dean ' s last Collection announcement : Was it Friday classes moved to 10 a.m. on June 2, or ten classes moved to the second Friday in June?

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HUGH BORTON President The College comnumity has had ample oppor- tunity to get better acquainted with Hugh Borton in this, his sophomore year as President. After last year ' s round of inauguration, con- gratulation, and initiation, Mr. Borton settled down in his (dry) office in Roberts Hall to sink his teeth into the myriad of tasks and problems which continually beset the modern college executive. How well he succeeded is difficult to pinpoint. His policies were criticized for lack of . . . policy! But as the year wore on, critics were forced to admit that some of their criti- cism was unfounded ; there was even deserved praise for his stand on loyalty oaths for government fellowships. Having not yet shed all vestiges of his days at Columbia, Mr. Borton also teaches a course in East Asian Studies. Every Wednesday after- noon, he leaves his sanctuary in Roberts to meet the Haverford animal face to face across the seminar table in Chase 1. Students who take his course find that the austere prexy has a fluent teaching method, a shy wit, and a knack for making the intrigues of the Tokugawa shoc uns extremely vivid. Pic- tures of mixed bathing in Japanese watering places add life to the academic mood, and Mr. Borton ' s deadpan rendition of an inane Chinese play is a high spot of the course. Four Oriental Bryn Mawr girls help create atmosphere and blushingly serve as examples for illustrating complex sociological problems. ( All Chine.se fathers want boy babies. Now, with all due re- spect to Miss Yen, Vm sure her father was quite disappointed when .she was born . . . ) Thus it gradually becomes apparent, as Hugh Borton finishes his second year at Haverford, that he is not like Uncle Billy Comfort or Felix Morley or Gilbert White. He is like Hugh Borton. Ten

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A practical guide at registration time, a comfort to those who pass as well as those who fail, Edytha Carr, Registrar, readies another tran- script, chang ' es another course. For a man with a basement office, Walter Baker evinces a happy countenance. Facing problems of expansion, this Vice-Pi-esident in Charge of Develop- ment is a vital administration figure. ' 5 ■ !S TS ' «»« S»P?« «« fiiilllll The Blue-Men, decked out in sartorial elegance in tidy uniforms and stylish chapeaux, take one of their infrequent work-breaks in front of their plush Foundei s office. Proudly positioned in front of a map of Rome, Comptroller Aldo Caselli appears to be pondering either his Vei-di course or hidden damages in the Barclay Lounge. Forrest Comfort administers a reading- speed test to the cameraman. In his tiny office in Roberts, Mr. Comfort gives both sage advice and remedial reading lessons to all who ask. Billy Carter and Tom Cavanaugh chuckle fiendishly as they distribute first semester transcripts. Opening their mail den by 8:30 each morning, these men are vital links in innumerable romantic chains.