Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 156 of the 1962 volume:

THE RECORD HAVERFORD COLLEGE 1962 t A :, ADVISORS - Scott Gillam Scott Morgan Lee Yearly MANAGING EDITOR - Richard Parker PHOTOGRAPHY - John Major LAYOUT - John Liesveld. Jr. COPY - Vance Gage BUSINESS MANAGER - Roger Salisbury ADVERTISING - Michael Werner PATRONS - Hugh Knox SUBSCRIPTION - Forrest Klinger, Jr. FACULTY HERMAN M. SOMERS )- . isx ip tl jj- . ' ' ■ STAFF ' •r 7 ' ' X. Mf 1 : 4x i EDITOR - Jonathan Flaccus - ' t ■ Pa d9 2 Wj rx . ] j ' tJ ' ir N s. y f: %fj . ' iiSSSKT- W- tVA; L i ir ' Page 3 t ii . . ' : ' ' - - FACULTY Sometimes fervent, sometimes desultory and almost unnoticeable, the long-drawn struggle of the Senior Class to overcome its own ignorance and prejudice could only end in relative victory. Some fine team-work and flashes of in- dividual brilliancv. a good deal of ineffectual wavering and plodd- ing perseverance — our Haver- ford education. Frequently it was felt that activities on the Haver- ford front lack a unified and comprehensive strategy, but. gen- erally speaking, victories have out- weighed frustrating impasses. What facts we have learned are less significant than the prejudices we have unlearned and the values we have begun to uncover, in our- selves and in our work. Four years is not too long a time to work out our personal orientation, the most valuable yield of education. For what personal cogency and integritv we have achieved here, we are particularly grateful to the example of the faculty. We have had four years of contact with men and women interested in de- veloping us — not weighing us with facts or oppressing us with dogma, but showing us the struc- ture of understanding. We thank the faculty for guiding us to many of the questions we must ask: we will remember their example. Page 8 HERMAN M. SOMERS Anyone who has taken the op- portunity to listen to a ward lead- er or precinct committeeman soon discovers that the low man in the American political party heirarchy likes to talk. He wants to talk about his job. of which he is proud. He wants to elicit a little understanding and admiration for his efforts and his svstem. so often the object of abuse. He wants to educate his listeners. He might even philosophize a little. In a sense. Red Somers is a ward leader with a forum, a man wlici puis the trut hs of American pnjitirs in terms a Cdljege stu- dent can understand. He has suc- cessfully bridged and integrated two worlds. There emerges from this dialectic a most profound ipw of what social man is and liow he should be governed. One ran get tlie impression that l!i-(l Idiiks nil tlie academic world as a mission field for the salva- tion-bearing message of the poli- tician. The religious metaphor is Page 9 unfortunate, because if there is one message that Red would have his students receive, it is that politics should not he a religion. In the spirit of real American pragmat- ism. Red is quick to point out that, politically speaking, it ' s the saints who have caused all the trouble — the boys who will die — or kill — for an idea or a cause. Human nature being what it is. peace is a possibility onlv when all submit to one. Rather than pa so high a price. Red would have men wage war peace- fully. Virtue lies in tolerance, mut- ual respect, compromise and recognition of the fallibility of yourself and others. Virtue is made possible by institutions that allow for human fallibility and make peaceful war possible. The politician, for whom ideas are necessarilv of first importance as they help iir hurt his chances of election, provides the buffer be- tween the battling idealists. For all his protests against the men who are consumed by ideas. Red emerges as an idealist of a sort, or at least an enthusiast. The object of his enthusiasm is denmcracy. toward which he demonstrates a faith that is some- times shocking to budding intel- lectuals whose confidence in their own infallibility is unknowingly accompanied by an assumption that the power to make decisions should He in their hands. (It comes as no surprise to learn that Red was nurtured by the La- Follete Wisconsin politics of the ' 30s.) There is some comfort for the academv. Some specialized activi- ty is necessary to truly define the alternatives from which all men choose, and so Red will subsribe to the idea that education is of some value, as . . . an article of faith — an unscientific obser- vation because I ' m in the racket . Proof of this faith lies in his efforts in the field of social in- surance, efforts that have achieved for him enormous stature as an expert . And beyond this work is his inestimable service as a teacher. In accordance with Red ' s un- inflated evaluation of man ' s ca- pacities, his students are not cod- dled. The carrot is implicit: the stick, in the form of persistent cjuestioning and a little book, is most explicit. One has the feeling that o ne would have preferred to outrank Red in his Army days. On the other hand, no student of his can fail to realize that both teacher and pupil are fighting the same battle and are on the same side. Another characteristic of the man in the classroom is his fre- quent indulgence in the use of experience as teacher. Anecdotes abound, rarely lacking significant powers of edification. Classes with Red often become a combination of anxiety (if you haven ' t done the reading), outraged humor_ and a smug delight in being told the inside story. Perhaps the best measure of the man lies in the sense of privilege and opportunity his students feel in their exposure to him. Red is an educator in the widest sense of the word. He purveys not only information, but an understand- ing and admiration for democracy that is contagious and which goes far beyond the limits of political life. Haverford can consider it- elf fortunate in its association •vith this latter-day gadfly, who. while often destroying the old gods, replaces them with newer and wiser ones. Page 10 LOUIS C GREEN I ' m very well acquainted too with mntfers mathematical, I understand equations, both the simple and quadratieal. About bivomial theorem I ' m teeming vith a lot o ' news — • With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse. The Major General ' s wnrrls can serve as an excellent introduction to the well-known figure who is head and sole memher of the Haverford Department of Astron- omy. Dr. Louis Green. His know- ledge extends far beyond equa- tions, both the simple and quad- ratieal . extending into such re- latively unastronomic fields as philosophv and English literature. He is able to speak of Aquinas with almost as much authority as he can of the quantum theory. He does not allow science in gen- eral and astronomy in particular to remain an isolated discipline in the students mind but relates it to the whole field of human experience. If a person has ever stood in the hall outside of Chase 8 he perhaps might wonder at the laughter which he hears inside. The applause which follows would be even more mystif ing. H this person were told that the class in session was an astronomy class his curiosity would probably grow to amazement. In most minds as- tronomy is certainly not supposed to be a discipline capable of in- citing laughter in anyone. Astron- omy is supposed to be a sober discipline. There is certainly noth- ing humorous in its elegance: if anything it is cold and distant. This, of course, is true to a de- gree: for viewing the moon through a telescope is certainly a different experience frf)ni reading Shelley. The one fact that makes all llie difference in this case is that this is Dr. Green ' s version of astronomy. Not to imply that the universe that he speaks of is dif- ferent from that studied by other astronomers, but rather that it is more ital than most version- a person is liable to encounter. In this lies the clue to the laughter. Dr. Green himself is a rather tall and severe man. suggesting more a Presbyterian minister w itli a strict Calvinisf background than an astronomer. A first glance affords one no indication of the latent humor of the man. Yet it is the whimsical humor with which he liberally lards his erudi- tion that permits him to excel in the class-room. His spontaneous acting ability permits him to imi- tate with equal facilitv a diatomic molecule or the hypothetical uni- verse in angular motion. While the educators are work- ing on methods to make the learn- ing of science painless. Dr. Green has developed his own relatively painless method. Most students at Haverford enroll in the astronomy course as a means of hedging the science requirement and have lit- tle initial interest in the content of the course. Much to the sur- prise of many students they dis- cover that they enjoy the course, and cannot remain indifferent, at least not to Dr. Green. He is able to expound such complex theories as that of re- lativity to students with a minimal scientific background, and to do it successfully. It is Dr. Green ' s accurate and sympathetic feeling for the students and his desire to teach them, rather than just to teach, that permits him to convey to them his feeling of enthusiasm for astronomy. Page 11 ROBERT H. BUTMAN No performance of a play is ever alive ' unless the direction has been enthusiastic and invigo- ratinpr. Time and apain college productions go flat because there exists no driving, encouraging force behind them to lend pace and clarity. The same is true for the classroom: learning is a lead- ing forth of knowledge, but first there must exist the inspiration and desire to learn. This is only created, in the classroom, when one feels that the professor him- self is motivated by a profound desire to understand and to help others to understand. There are few professors who take the trouble to broaden a student ' s mind as Bob does. It is for this that sreat teachers are remem- What does it mean to gamble? With money as the symbol, the flip of a coin in Humanities class has shown us more about Dos- toievsky ' s story than three hours of lecture time. Similarly, a sim- ple stage direction. You sound like you ' re making love to your- self instead of to her. ' has proved the most effective remedy for a common situation on the Haver- ford boards. There is at least one place on this campus of keys which is never locked. As students we have walk- ed into his apartment at anv hour and been made welcome, which is something some of us can do no- where else. He is necessarv. he is there, and he is appreciated. Yes, there have been quarrels, and some of us dislike him. To some he has come too close, to others not close enough. But that is part of the gamble — when each of us makes some attempt to reach out and sense the other, we are betting on the fulfillment of ourselves as human beings, and hoping, sometimes against hope, that we will win. He is respected for the amount and the frequency with which he stakes: criticized for his losses and loved for his victories, but always respected. That ' s as it should be. There are too few gamblers left. ERNEST PRUDENTE It ' s pretty hard to get through Haverford without meeting Ernie Prudente. You can do it. although Ernie probably has as many peo- ple in his courses as any other professor. You can do it: hut you miss something. You may sign up with Ernie simply because of athletic require- ments, or because you have the sinking feeling that a few weeks of grinding or loafing have left you miserably out of shape. So you sign up for sports instruc- tion, body-building. Softball, base- ball or basketball: and vou dis- cover, if Vou didn ' t know it al- ready, that there ' s an unusual man at the heart of the program. He knows what he ' s doing and he does it well: and if vou came til learn something, you ' ll learn. Of course, if you don ' t want to learn. Ernie won ' t force vou; if you want to goof off, you can get away with it. You won ' t fool Ernie: but he won ' t get tough with you either. If you want to put ourself in shajje. he ' ll help, shouting words of encouragement to his sweating disciples. Let ' s keep those weights hot! he ' ll b :iow. And build up those necks and get those arms strong and those stomachs tight. Easy? Take it from Ernie. This is a gut course. When ou ' re sure nu can ' t lift five pounds more, hell grunt for ou so vou don ' t waste your energv: or he ' ll get you laughing so vou have to start over again. Usually the result is that vou make it next time: and that you find keeping vourself in shape great fun. Ernie may be serious about it. but be still makes it fun. Perhaps that ' s why vou like him — and there ' s no one who doesn ' t. When you come down to the gym. you don ' t stop being a stu- dent. Ernie believes that everv part of you needs to be toughened and exercised and brought into harmony, mind and body. Keep those arms going so vou won ' t get tired t ping. he ' ll roar. Ernie doesn ' t begrudge you the time ou have to spend stud ing. He knows you ' re here to get an edu- cation. That ' s part of Ernie ' s job: and ()u like the wav he does it. Page 13 JOHN ASHMEAD, JR. During his student days at Harvard University, John Ash- mead worked at one time or an- other as a salt tablet dropper in a tomato cannery, a music critic and reporter for the Hartford Times, a translator of German, and a cowboy and piano player at a Colorado dude ranch. The diversity of Ashmead ' s activities has stuck with him as Associate Professor of English at Haver- ford. Most of us know him as a teach- er of literature and creative writ- ing, areas to which Ashmead brings a wide knowledge encom- passing many of the arts. He be- lieves that literature should be seen in a context which is not strictly chronological or isolated but which spreads into other areas of aesthetic endeavor. Thus Ash- mead was a pioneer force in bring- ing to Haverford the Carnegie Study o f the Arts of the United States — a collection of three thousand color slides of American architecture, painting, and sculp- ture which he uses to broaden the student ' s (conception of literature as a work of art. Similarly. Ashmead brings his knowledge of music to bear on the style and structure of literature. He frequently reads -aloud to the class to give students a feeling for pitch and harmony in langu- age, in the belief that ' nobody is tone deaf. Interpreting a book, he may associate certain motifs with a character, or note an ope- ratic effect, where three char- acters are singing at once. Perhaps Ashmead ' s most valu- able experience as a teacher, in preparation for his second role as a writer, has been simply in meet- ing people. Having a wide variety of acquaintances is invaluable, he feels, and his various foreign teaching assignments in Athens, Japan, Burma, the Philippines, Korea. Formosa and Hong Kong have added greatly to this circle of friends. Out of those years of teaching and travel, and out of his experience in World War H. came The Mountain and the Feather. Ashmead worked on the novel on and off from 1944 un- til November. 1960. when it was accepted for publication. The book was written mainly from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. or from 4 to 8 a.m.. the only times available with a busy teaching schedule. Future plans include another novel (completed but not yet published) and a third in the drawing-board stage. In his third role as critic. Ash- mead has not confined himself to literature alone. He also has some rather provocative opinions about Haverford College. He com- plains of a desperately over- worked faculty and student body dominated bv the Puritan idea that work is the first thing in life. Such conditions, he claims, produce an atmosphere where study is 95% analytical and 5% creative and acts as a stim- ulus to grinding out plodders. As a remedy for this situation. Ash- mead suggests the possibility of abandoning compulsory classwork in the senior year. Students need some time to reflect, even though the ' goof-offs ' will take advantage of this free time . . . they will under any circum- stances. Commenting on the new two million dollar science build- ing. Ashmead half-humorously wondered about the possibility of buying 100 dollars ' worth of re- flection. Some of the points John Ashmead has raised in this ac- count of his diverse career would certainly bear such reflection. Page 14 PAUL J. R. DESJARDINS In Paul Dfsjardins. Haverford has its arrh enemv of s(i{)hists. past and present. Pliili)S(iphv for him is a life commitment, a |)as- sionate search for meaning: on hoth the intellectual and practical levels of existence, and not just another academic discipline. Paul was l)orn and raised on a farm in u|)state New York. He entered ale College, where he majored in English during his undergraduate days. During the war ears he served in China as a lieutenant in the army. For one ear after the war he was a novice in a monastic order. Then he re- turned to Yale and studied philos- ophv. writing his Ph.D. on the Platonic dialogues. At Haverford we have known Paul as amateur ps chologist. familv man. con- firmed Platonist. sophisticated Catholic, and a good guy who could use the King ' s English with the best or worst of us. There are some who would say of Paul Desjardins that of all the professors at Haverford he knew the most students but understood the least. But those of us who have benefited so greatly from his friendship realize with apprecia- tion that Paul set for himself a hard task: to understand us at the deepest levels of our complex and often confused natures, and not at the level of appearance. To this task he brought a live- ly and sometimes baffling method of teaching. He was fond of classi- fying us. for purposes of argu- ment, into certain Platonic per- sonality categories. Every class at Haverford has one or two Charm- ides or Cephalus figures, an oc- casional Phaedrus or Thrasv- machus. and sometimes a potent- ial Socrates. Paul ' s hope for all of us. as we advanced from Phil- osophy 11 and Ethics to Plato. Aristotle and Kant seminars, was that we put off the old Charmides or Cephalus figures and become more and more like Socrates in de eliiping the philosophical view of life. Truth is never one-sided, accord- ing to Paul, but steers its way through opposites. The reconcil- iation of these opposites is the aim of philosophy, to rediscover the original harmony which man. in his alienation, sees in terms of polarities. Paul sought to teach us all to be good charioteers, harness- ing the appetites in service of the rational elements of the soul, and good helmsmen, steering our in- dividual courses upon troubled seas of warring appetites and motivations. Even if most of us did not ful] achieve this harmoin in our own lives, most of us will agree with Paul that a life should be led from rotnicliiin and iml from |)er- sonal whim or inclination. Paul taught us to hold in contempt the liberal arts relali isl who knows a lot about ever thing but has no convictions about anything. He al- so encouraged us to revitalize our often moribund religious heritage in the service of the philosophical life. By his own example he show- ed us that this life is not easy, for it involves constant self-over- coming and sacrifice. Yet with Paul we were all proud to climb Plato ' s ladder in search of a truth which would ultimately harmonize in a kingdom of ends — a kingdom within us, but not of this world. fA nm ptv I B iiV ' . ' a ' ji.i 1 ' r ' iP j - HBr gj fl L fid n. ■ ' ■ 1 • mm mm  -4- h C Page 15 MARCEL GUTWIRTH Officially Professor of Ro- mance Languages and head of the French Department. Marcel Gul- wirth has taught both French and Humanities 21-22. A command of French remains a sign of culture, and an understanding of literature remains in this scientific age es- sential to the well educated man; by leading his students to these faculties Professor Gutwirth serves most sijrnificantlv to fulfill Haver- ford ' s ideals of liberal education. The coldness and reserve with which he first meets the student may be due to his European back- ground or his desire to maintain academic distance and discipline. But through his thin smile and clipped phrases there clearlv ap- pears, in his careful analvsis of literature, a man committed warm- ly and deeply to the humanities and ultimately to man. His in- terpretations of literature have inevitaldy seemed so convincing- ly right as to admit of little con- tradiction. The students in his seminars come away with a know- ledge of the material discussed but thev also gain the immeasur- ably more valuable insight into the philosophy which motivates Professor Gutwirths intellect. Fundamental in his approach to every work of art is a deep un- derstanding and sympathy with the human condition, and the stu- dent nia learn something of this whether the work is Proust. Mo- liere. Dostoievsky or the Book of Job. . ' V . . In teaching for the first time this y«ar a course in the Enlight- enment, he has been able to in- dulge his interest in both litera- ture and ])liilosoph . The course bridges the provincial barriers of language and academic discipline and as an ambitious innovation indicates Professor Gutwirth s committment to his role as a teacher. This function he has carried out of the classroom and into his home, where he has con- ducted informal discussions of literature with interested students in the best tradition of the salon. It is the willingness to teach those students who wish to learn, evi- dent in these evenings of Human- ities Zero , which has made his classes sought after by the know- ing, and made him one of the most highly respected members of the faculty. Page 16 RUSSELL R. WILLIAMS Russell Williams is a name that will be remembered at Haverford for a number of reasons. His ac- tivities extended far and above the call of academic duty. Faculty square dancers will remember his calling at their gatherings, and students wall recall his weekly visits to the dining hall and his enthusiastic participation at their picnics. On top of this he was a brilliant scientist, administrator, teacher and advisor. Dr. Williams came to Haver- ford from Notre Dame already a well-known radiation chemist. He had published research papers of significance in his field and had written an important book on nu- clear chemistry. While at Haver- ford he co-authored a now widely used text. Principles of Physical Chemistry. He also continued to carry on important research here despite the lack of elaborate facili- ties. As chairman of the chemistrv department, his most notable achievement was the assembly of some excellent teaching chemists who have made their subject a pro- gressive and exciting discipline for so many of us. Perhaps his most attractive char- acteristic was his fatherlv pride in his students. No one can easily forget or fail to appreciate his warm smile when Colin MacKay. a former student of Dr. Williams, confessed that Russell Williams had been responsible for interest- ing him in chemistry. Those seeking his advice could be sure that he would lend a pa- tient ear and that his approach would be one intended to aid and advise rather than to sell or push. Many students are grateful for his steadv and mature counseling on personal problems, as well as plans for graduate school. The students and the college as a whole benefited sreatlv from the presence of Russell Williams. His sudden and untimely death was a great loss, for such ability, energy and dedication in one man is unique. Haverford has indeed been fortunate for his short tenure here. Page 17 WALLACE M. MacCAFFREY w Wallace T. MacCaffrey has the knowledge and dedication of a master teacher, but his distinguish- ing excellence is that he has the master teacher ' s technique as well. His heavy assignments, his high standards, and his wonderfully disciplined lectures are all impor- tant parts of this technique: more important is the way in which he runs a discussion class. With Mac- Caflfrev, one learns for keeps. The secret I or rather the result of the secret — one learns the secret only by becoming another master teacher ) is Professor MacCaffrey ' s consummate ability to manipulate a problem. Passing it around the room, occasionally dropping it in the middle of the table, MacCaf- frey skillfully controls its slow and laborious demise. Make no mis- take, MacCaffrey knows how he wants the problem solved — he also wants his students to do the solv- ing. It may take them three hours of twisted analogies and non sequi- turs to construct what MacCaffrey could have put together in fifteen minutes, but at the end of class, each student carefully wraps up the result and takes it home, a per- manent possession because he helped to make it. Page 18 ADMINISTRATION The student knows that things run fairly smoothly at Haverford — he is vaguely aware that fresh- men are selected, policy shaped, and money raised each year. Be- yond this he has little interest in. or knowledge of. the Administra- tion. He is likelv to become ac- quainted with at least one or two of the men in Roberts during his four-year stay, and the chances are that he will find that they are intel- ligent people with a real concern for educa tion; qua Administration members, however, they are remote bv small college standards. Page 19 Thus the student gets the impres- sion that the Administration ' s con- cern for education is oriented not towards him personally, but to- wards a hazy, ill-defined entity called the College . Undergradu- ates, wrapped up in the task of dealing with the parts of the Col- lege which affect them directly, are not likely to see it as a whole, and often do not understand or sympa- thize with the Administration ' s perspective. ' - !?ie%. ' ' :J With ail efTdit. however, one oc- casionallv takes an objective look at Haverford. and realizes that many of the advantages he has enjoyed as a student result from the unobtrusive efforts of men and women tucked away in offices around the campus. The Adminis- tration does a good job for the College , and perhaps its lack of puhliritv is the best testimony to that fact. IMPRESSIONS Page 22 To follow the course of Collec- tion speakers, dates, the Glee Club, or even to trace the phenomena of the Saturday Night Movie, is to say, with real pictures, that the extra-curricular activities remain about the same from year to year, and that there are a number of ways in which the retreat from academia is rationalized, justified, rendered more or less exciting. What we do when we don ' t (study, attend classes, study, read, take notes, attend classes . . .1 turns out to be what we will read about here, and occasionally al- most as i nteresting. In this pastoral setting a young man was enabled to loaf comfort- ably and delightfully through four luxurious and indolent years. They loafed and invited their souls or, with great energy and enthusiasm, promoted the affairs of glee-clubs. athletic teams, class politics, frater- nities, debating societies, and dra- matic clubs. And they talked — al- ways talked, under the trees, un- der the ivied walls, assembled in their rooms . . . they talked with a large easy fluency about God, the Devil, and philosophy, the girls, politics, athletics, fraternities and the girls — My God! how they talked ! Thomas Wolfe. Look Homeward, Angel tedium, tedium, tedium. The frenzied Ceremonial drumming of the humdrum! Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude? . . . If only I had been born a flame, a flame Poised, sav. on the flighty head of a candle, 1 could have stood in this draught and gone out. Whip, through the door of my exasperation. But I remain, like the possibility Of water in a desert. Christopher Fry. The Lady ' s ot For Burning Page 24 Books are good enough in their own way, hut they are a mighty hloodless substitute for life. It seems a pity to sit, like the Lady of Shalott, peering into a mirror, with your hack turned on all the bustle and glamor of reality. And if a man reads very hard, as the old anecdote reminds us. he will lKi e little time for thought. Robert L. Stevenson, Virginibus Piieresque To spend too much time in studies is sloth; to use them too much for ornament is affection; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humor of a scholar. Francis Bacon, Of Studies Page I got the idea in my head — and I could not get it out — that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything. What ' s the difference whether the treasure is money, or property, or even C! ture. or even just plain knowledge? It all seemed like e.vactly the same thing to me, if you take off the wrap- ping — and it still does! Sometimes I think that knowledge — when it ' s knowledge for knowledge ' s sake, anyway — is the worst of all. The least excusable, certainly ... I don ' t think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while — just once in a while — there was at least some polite per- functory implication that knowl- edge should lead to wisdom, and that if it doesn ' t it ' s just a disgust- ing waste of time! But there never is! You never even hear any hints dropped on a campus that wisdom is supposed to be the goal of knowledge. You hardly ever even hear the word ' wisdom mentioned. J. D. Salinger, Franny And looey Page 26 . . . The only really strict laws were those laid down by the stu- dents to professors in the Italian universities, and enforced by the threat of boycott. At Bologna the professors were compelled under oath to obey the Rector elected by the students, forbidden to leave town for even a day without per- mission, fined if thev be ian or ended their lectures a minute late, fined if they failed to attract an audience of at least five students for an ordinary lecture, and in general subjected to a very rigorous but possibly salutary discipline. Herbert J. MuUer. The Uses of the Past Page 27 COLLECTION — That which is collected; as: a gathering or as- semblage of objects or of persons; an accumulation of specimens of a certain class, as for ornamental or educational purposes. Webster ' s New International Dictionary (2nd Ed.) The devil of drowsiness is at his most potent, we find, about 10:30 P.M. At this period the human carcass seems to consider that it has finished its cycle, which began with so much courage nearly sixteen hours before. It be- gins to slack and the mind halts on a dead centre every now and then, refusing to complete the revolution. Now there are those who hold that this is certainly the seemlv and ap pointed time to go to bed and thev do so as a matter of routine. These are. commonly, the happier creatures, for they take the tide of sleep at the flood and are borne calmly and with gracious gentleness out to great waters of nothingness . . . . . . but they miss the admirable adventures of those more embit- tered wrestlers who will not give in without a struggle. These latter suffer severe pangs between 10:30 and 11:15 while they grapple with their fading faculties and seek to reestablish the will on its tottering throne. This requires courage stout, valour unbending. Once you yield, be it ever so little, to the tempter, you are lost. And here our poor barren clav plays us false, undermining the intellect with many a trick and wile. I will sit down for a season in that com- fortable chair. the creature says to himself, and read this sprightly novel. That will ease my mind and put me in humour for a continu- ance of livelv thinking. And the end of that man is a steadv nasal buzz from the bottom of the chair where he has collapsed, an un- sightlv object and a disgrace to humanity. Only by stiff persever- ance and rigid avoidance of easy chairs may the critical hour between 10:30 and 11:30 be safely passed. Tobacco, a self-brewed pot of tea. and a browsing along book- shelves ( remain standing and do not sit down with your book) are helps in this time of struggle . . . . . . those who survive this dras- tic weeding out which Night imposes upon her wooers — so as to cull and -choose only the truly meritorious lovers — experience supreme delights which are un- known to their snoring fellows. lien the struggle with somno- lence has been fought out and won, when the world is all-covering darkness and close-pressing silence, when the tobacco suddenly takes on fresh vigour and fra- grance and the books lie strewn about the table, when it seems as though all the rubbish and floating matter of the day ' s thoughts have poured away and only the bright, clear, and swift current of the mind itself remains, flowing hap- pilv and without impediment. Christopher Morley, Pipefuls Page 28 No one is separate fidiii another, how diffieuh That is. I move, and the movement goes from Hfe To Hfe all around me. And yet I have to be Myself. And what is my freedom becomes Another person ' s compulsion. What are we to make Of this dilemma? Christopher Fry. f ' enus Observed R w . i M M K fi M M Confused, too late, you said. I love vou. Love! she said, and you were shocked to find you had made her angry; she did not know that, how- ever little you might be able to mean, still you had said these words first to her. And the words, once said, took on a life of their vou shared no friends, and yet own. their meanings grew upon vour hands, your bodies knew that you, branching and rebranching, touch was sacred, to touch was to coral-like, deep within vour mind. begin to love. The three words grew on and on, and you had to touch Leilani, most of what you had was touch — your families would never agree, John Ashmead. The Mountain and the Feather Are you innocent? he asked. Yes, said K. The answering of this question gave him a feeHng of real pleasure, particularly as he was addressing a private individ- ual and therefore need fear no consequences. Nobody else had vet asked him such a frank question. To savor his elation to the full, he added: I am completely inno- cent. I see, said the painter, bending his head as if in thought. Suddenly he raised it again and said: If you are innocent, then the matter is quite simple. K ' s eyes darkened, this man who said he was in the confidence of the court was talking like an ignorant child. My innocence doesn ' t make the matter any simpler, said K. Franz Kafka. The . . . What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, lis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? a word. What is that word, honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o ' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. It is insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suf- fer it. Therefore I ' ll none of it: honour is a mere scutcheon; and so ends my catechism. Shakespeare, The First Part of King Henry IV Page 31 Another fact . . . Food, when it is not enjoyed, kills. The best diet in the world is useless if the pa- tient has no appetite, no gusto, no sensuality. On the whole, Ameri- cans eat without pleasure. They eat because the bell rings three times a day . . . They don ' t eat because they love food. To prove it you have only to shove a glass of whiskey before them. See which they reach for first! And now. with vitamins and all the other life- savers, food has become even less important. Why bother trying to squeeze a bit of life out of our worn-out products of the soil? Why pretend? Throw anything down the hatch to stop the gnaw- ing and swallow a dozen vitamins. That way you ' ll make sure you ' ve had your proper dose of the vital PSSf 11 tl ( 1 s Henry Miller. ' The Staff of Life Vladimir: Well? What do we do? Estragon: Don ' t let ' s do anytliing. It ' s safer. Vladimir: Let ' s wait and see what he says. Estragon: Who? Vladimir: Godot. Estragon: Good idea. Vladimir: Let ' s wait till we know exactly how we stand. Estragon : On the other hand it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes. Vladimir: I ' m curious to hear what he has to offer. Then we ' ll take it or leave it. Estragon: What exactly did we ask him for? Vladimir: Were you not there? Estragon : I can ' t have been listening. Vladimir: Oh . . . Nothing very definite. Estragon: A kind of prayer. Vladimir: Precisely. Estragon : A vague supplication. Vladimir: Exactly. Estragon: And what did he reply? Vladimir: That he ' d see. Estragon: That he couldn ' t promise anything. Vladimir: That he ' d think it over. Estragon: In the quiet of his home. Vladimir: Consult his family. Estragon: His friends. Vladimir: His agents. Estragon : His correspondents. Vladimir: His books. Estragon: His bank account. Vladimir: Before taking a decision. Estragon: It ' s the normal thing. Vladimir: Is it not? Estragon: I think it is. Vladimir: I think so too. SILENCE Beckett. Wailing For Godot Page 33 In every child who is born, un- der no matter what circumstances, and of no matter what parents, the potential of the human race is born again : and in him, too, once more, and of each of us. our terrific responsibility towards human life; towards the utmost idea of good- ness, of the horror of error, and of God. Every breath his senses shall draw, every act and every shadow and thing in all creation, is a mor- tal poison, or is a drug, or is a signal or symptom, or is a teacher, or is a liberator, or is liberty itself, depending entirely upon his under- standing: and understanding, and action proceeding from under- standing and guided by it, is the one weapon against the world ' s bombardment, the one medicine, the one instrument by which liber- ty, health, and joy may be shaped or shaped towards, in the indivi- dual, and in the race. James Agee, Let Us Now Praise Famous Men Page 34 The Haverford student occasion- ally finds himself wondering why the 450-odd people here are broken down, somewhat arbitrar- ily it seems at times, into four separate Classes. The traditional structure, however, is usually at- tacked from two curiously oppos- ing viewpoints. On the one hand it is felt that Haverfordians are al- ready so homogeneous as a group that further attempts at promoting unity are unnecessary. On the other hand we are seen as a college so marked by individualism that any efforts directed toward class spirit are doomed to failure. Per- haps this confusion of self-images is itself an indication of the true character of the typical student. CLASSES Page 35 Page 36 m FRESHMEN t- ' - And what were you president of? This question seemed ubiquitous one day last September when 117 cautious Freshmen converged upon Haverford and began a new chap- ter in Rhiniedom. Contrary to pop- ular belief, however, not everyone in the Class of ' 65 had been presi- dent of something; some had only been geniuses — or good athletes, or talented musicians — or Just plain Good Guys. But it seemed that everyone had been something. For some of the young lads, Hav- erford presented a great black amorphous grind; for others Hav- erford was only the jumping-off point to Bryn Mawr and la dolce vita. For everyone, Haverford pre- sented a challenge. Perhaps the first great struggle for the Frosh was learning to bal- ance their oddly-shaped Rhinie hats on top of their (oddly- shaped?) craniums in the wake of little outstretched hands. But this was onlv the beginning. According to tradition, they had to out-talk Mr. Butman. out-sing Professor Reese, out-think Dr. Comfort, and, in general, outwit as many j eople as possible. When challenged on the field of battle (mixers with with Bryn Mawr Freshmen), the Class of ' 65 performed admirably. In a final struggle, the Rhinies had to acclimate to several Haverford phenomona including mysterious air-borne projectiles at meals, mile-and-a-half marathons to Bryn Mawr, and B-M belles skipping through Barclay at all hours of the night. For the past year, Big Brothers had been telling Little Brothers what Haverford was really like. Now. it was time to verify ' those words of wisdom, and many a Freshman set about to find the Haverford man. For some inevit- ably, the Haverford man was the football star who almost put Hav- erford in the Rose Bowl; while for others, the Haverford man stood on a soap-box, quoted from the A ' e(f York Times, pounded his fists, and expressed his Views. An- other ideal showed the H ' ford man brushing his hair from his face just long enough to read a verse of Jack Kerouac. and to strum an ( inspired ) augmented seventh on his guitar. And. of course, there were versions showing the H ford man who drank tea and discussed pseudo-naturalism in Italian pro- vincial drama. As is generally the case, 117 Freshmen have formed 117 concepts of the Haverford man. The Rhinies have matured since their arrival in September. Upper- classmen, friendly and otherwise, have had a real part in fostering this growth in character. As a re- sult, the members of the Class of ' 65 have a new outlook on life: Thev are sitting back rubbing their hands together, smiling a confiden- tial smile— -and awaiting the Class of ' 66 . . . Page 37 IN MEMORIAM Jonathan Raymond Crum 1942-1962 Classmate and Friend Class of 1964 Page 38 SOPHOMORES There came Edmund Bear, up tlie stairs, bump, bump. bump, on the back of his head, behind Customer Robin. He felt there must be another way of coming up stairs, if only he could stop bump- ing for a while and think of it. Anyway, there he was at the top, ready to be introduced : Weenie- the-Pugh. When They first heard his name. They asked, just as all have once asked, But we thought he was a man. So did I, ' said Customer Robin. But then I couldn ' t call him Weenie. Well. said They, it ' s still early in the morning; perhaps by afternoon Things will have changed. But how? said he. Tell Pugh. So Thev tried. . age 39 One sunny morning, the sort of morning that makes you feel like doing Nothing, when the birds are singing and the sun is shining through the trees and making shadowy places on the heather. Pugh was strolling along a pleas- ant path through the Forest. It being that Sort of morning, Pugh was swinging a small pot of honey by his side and was singing hap- pily to himself a song which he had just made up for Spending- Sunny - Mornings - Singing - While - Walking - Through - The - Forest. Coming out into a small clear- ing, Pugh sat down upon a grassy knoll from where he could see the whole way he had come that morn- ing, through the Forest and sunny spots. But he soon forgot the For- est when his stomach told him that it was time for a Little Something, and so he opened the pot of honey and began to eat. As he licked his last lick, he suddenly thought to himself, Now let me see, where was I going? And he remembered the sunnv morning and his singing, and started off again in the cooler afternoon. But somehow he could not recall the words to his Song. This was just beginning to bother him. when he heard a buzzing noise that seemed to come from the top of a tall tree. Bees, thought Pugh, That means honey. And Pugh being Pugh, he began to climb the tree. He climbed and he climbed, and he was nearly there; but stretching toward the last branch— CRACK! Oh, Help! cried Pugh, If only I hadn ' t — , as he bounced from branch to branch and slid finally into a gorse-bush at the bot- tom of a little bank. It all comes of liking honey so much. I sup- pose. Oh, Help! Climbing out of the bush and pulling the prickles from his nose, a dazed Bear stum- bled on down the path. Just then the sun had gone be- hind a cloud, and now there were more shadowy places than sunny ones. It was darkish and he still could not remember the words to his Song. A deep hole, which on another day he and his friends had dug for catching Heffalumps, lay before him in the path. He was almost remembering his Song when he stumbled near the edge and would have tumbled in if Owl, flying over the Forest, had not at that moment called out to warn him. And Edmund Bear caught himself just in time. He looked up just as a ray of sun fell on the hill in the distance and on the Enchanted Wood which stood on top. Edmund Bear started up the slope feeling a little happier and singing a New Song which was coming to him. When he came to the Rocks and the Floody Places on the way up, he didn ' t see them, but kept singing his tune. And as he entered the Enchanted Wood, Customer Robin and They were waiting for him. Here is Ednumd Bear. thev said. Page 40 JUNIORS S i!-s - fi i s ' ipAsVJ v?- : I _- - - When asked if he were going to the Junior Weekend Dance last February, one member of the Class of 1963 replied. I don ' t much care for dances — nor for Juniors. This attitude is indicative of the Class ' s spirit. Class spirit is seldom strong at Haverford. but in the case of the Class of 1963 it is virtually non- existent. The sole distinguishing feature of the Junior Class is an intense but passive individualitv displayed by its members; any Procrustean attempt to character- ize it further is futile. The jocks scorn the wimps, the intellectuals scorn one another, and the Found- ers crowd scorns everybody else. The Junior Class officers, under the direction of Dave Daneker. have made noble but somewhat ill- conceived efforts to stir their con- stituents off their leaden-and- ivory-clad posteriors. At least a quorum is now attained at Class meetings, after a period of more than fourteen months of working towards this goal. That number of people which shows up at a class meeting is called a quorum of the active members of the class — and business goes on. It has probably not been since Freshman year that the class has acted in body on any issue. The Junior Class has not devel- oped along specifically class lines, yet a hope for some sort of work- ing arrangement among its mem- bers is not entirely in vain; God knows there is talent enough among the individual members of the class. These members may slowly be coming to tolerate, if not to like, one another. The Jun- iors ' Class Night Show this year, while it didn ' t rise to any literary height, was at least presentable, though it represented, as one might suspect, the work of only a frac- tion of the class. What the Class of 1963 needs to rise above the mediocrity which it has shown thus far at Haverford is not clear, but the political leaders of the class — and they are never the same for two succeeding years — must realize that any attempt to rally ' round a flag with class nu- merals emblazoned on it in scarlet and black is not the answer to their search for togetherness among the members of the Class of 1963. : I ■ - fe - Paae 42 SENIORS -„ s The class of ' 62, like any other Haverford class, has had its fac- tions, the first appearance of which occured early in the freshman year when Jon Smith encouraged some previous preps to free them- selves from social bondage and let their hair grow. Thereafter the Barclay pit grew and prospered. Following this gross class division came others more subtle. A schol- arly math set and another in the humanities emerged, still leaving a number of classmates homeless and dissatisfied. This restless ele- ment, slowlv at first then more quickly, developed into a band of traditionalists that lasted and fought its way through four years of college. As the years progressed both the nonconformists and tradition- alists manifested their social dis- content in various ways, the first through dress and glass-shattering orgies, the second by laying waste the campus and through indiscrim- inant shaving. Each group ignored the other, the abysmal gap bridged through the median of nondescript neutrals and the self-styled ration- alists of the math and humanities sets. In the middle years the class division became acceptable, un- changeable, and comfortable. The last year, bringing modera- tion of behavior with seniority, brought no greater unity but greater isolation of worlds, and finally illustrated the continuous process of diffusion. Although in- dividual achievements have been great, the collective class history has not been illustrious, but dis- appointing in the lack of useful communication between the vari- ous elements. Page 46 Page 47 ' . . . communication is not a leveling, it is not an elimination of differences. It is a recognition of differences, of the right of dif- ferences to exist, of interest in finding things different. When a few words provoke an immediate affirmation, it is gen- erally not because they provide a completely fresh insight which changes our view of a problem, but because they give expression to an attitude towards which we had al- ready been groping. This was my experience when I came across the above passage from Ezra Pound this fall, and I think my ability to respond to it was a direct result of my career at Haverford. Most of the members of mv freshman class had been excep- tional students in high school; we mav not have had distinguished academic records, but we were the intellectual elite and we knew it. Coming to Haverford, most of us felt that we were joining a still more elite group — we were separ- ating ourselves from other col- leges and attaining a lofty posi- tion from which practically every- one could be looked down upon and judged with the amusement of conscious superiority. Even within Haverford, as we soon learned, there were intellec- tual strata: some of us clearly had quicker minds than others; some were almost wholly oriented to- wards studies; some lived highly intellectual lives, but rejected any concession to scholastic life in the pursuit of their private goals; and some, reacting against what seemed to be Haverfords academic atmosphere, more or less defiantly proclaimed their allegiance to sports and social life. Each of these vaguely defined groups, including the one of which I was a part, tended to feel that it had created for itself a fairly well-balanced, meaningful life, and that the other groups were operating under the wrong standards. I suppose I am exaggerating these feelings; they were rarely expressed and they certainly weren ' t the dominating forces in our lives. However. I do believe that most of us had them to some extent, and that they gave a slight but definite cast of brash superi- ority to our thoughts. Slowly, perhaps more through- out contact in courses with writers and thinkers who obviously were our betters than through our friendships with our contempo- raries, we began to realize that there icere other ways of living life, and that our way was not necessarily the height of wisdom. Parts of reality to which our minds had been closed forced themselves upon our attention. More slowly (I am still in the process I , we took a second look at those on and off the campus whose values and ways of life differed greatly from ours, and found that an honest effort to meet them without prejudice al- most invariably revealed that they were of real worth. Having con- ceded to myself the possibility that some sort of common ground might exist between me and those whom I had judged earlier, I found that the concession itself provided a basis for understand- ing. This increase in understand- ing, on the one hand, enlarges my capacity for pleasure in human relationships; on the other hand, it deepens pain, for in place of humorous scorn for the foolish, there is an awareness of the trag- edy involved in a man ' s inability to recognize and accept his unique potential goodness. This is not to say that Haverford has turned me and my classmates into complete relativists with no standards of any kind. I think, rather, that I have learned some- thing about the meaninglessness of distinction between relativist ' and absolutist. Few of us, for- tunately, are leaving college with the feeling that we have arrived at final schematizations of reality; our minds have generally, how- ever, been awakened, and we are unlikely to return to the easy re- assurance of the half-truths with which most of us began our four years here. Pcge 48 SENIOR CLASS DONALD W. ADAMS After brief skirmishes with athletics and drama, Donald W. limited them to wife Linda. Our Father Freud Family Man, he, what with baby Stevie, the Bryn Mawr fish, rats, monkeys, and counseling for misdirected students who stumble into the apartment after a ghastly evening at the Comet or Bryn Mawr. The original married Adamses ' 62 became fixtured at Haverford — Donald with instant theories for any occasion, rivalled in personal growth only by Ted Hauri ; campus wife Linda a-waiting for Don- ald to get out of class (coop, libe, that overdue paper) ; and Baby Stevie with the cricket club as patron organization, motivating his father to faster- than-the-human-eye type fielding by wandering absentlv onto the crease. JACK R. ADAMS Originally a member of the Class of ' 60, Jack withdrew from Haverford after his sophomore year to study in Edinburgh. In so doing, he lost a year but gained a wife. After this Scottish sojourn, a distinct change came upon his campus life. Philoso- phy with the possibility of graduate work replaced English in the academic sphere, athletics yielded to housekeeping, and the arrival of a baby daughter brought babysitting to the forefront as an extra- curricular activity. NORIO AKASHI The Dean of Haverford suki-yaki, Norio faces the cultural barrier of garlic. The overpowering smell of dried squid in the desk drawer is replaced by the perfumed letters of a Westchester pen-pal. Philosophy of Religion, Sociology, and American History. With gentle sincerity and charm, we see him lead a delegation of Fords to the UN — wear- ing his amazingly shapeless rain hat. ROBERT D. ALLENDOERPER Despite his years in Seattle, the Dorf remained at heart an Eastener who would gladly take the mountains of New Hampshire — provided that they are covered with six feet or more of snow. Every year, however, after the last white had disappeared from the slopes of Stowe, Bob resigned himself to the inevitable, put away his skis, and just as enthusiastically headed for the baseball diamond. Although rejecting his inherited tendencies to- ward pure mathematics. Bob managed to retain some integrity by remaining one of those rare chemists ' chemists. And when the pressures of this discipline became too great. West Chester soon became the perfect place to find comfort and solace. MICHAEL S. ARONOFF Would you know what ' s soft, I dare. To take things as they be, A lull — a high and naked square In gangly arms and sea. A certain sort of god am I — That glib and oily art ; Well do I vow to follow me The rasten to depart. A modern daub it was perchance With soft and naked eye; A moonless night — a friendly one — A scrap of sky have I. Of many things that ere do leave Blend mirth and sadness, too, A bird appears a thought less thing Not to mention Steven Simpson or his cousin. D. ALAN ATCHISON TIk- first voluntary c ik ' of charming, well- dressed Alan Atchison, Haverford ' s only super- sophisticate, came in his sophomore year when he chose to grace the finer tables of Bryn Mawr The following year, sensing a forthcoming paucity of medical excuses for meeting, collection, classes, and athletics, Alan defected to Madrid to study Spanish culture and the Riviera. Upon his return, his interests in medical excuses and Bryn Mawr were joined by the study of the twenty-seven native languages of his twenty-seven continental girl friend. After college, Alan headed for a career bring- ing ivy league diplomacy to the underdeveloped countries. His answer to the problems of the Span- ish government — Install me as King. JOEL D. BAEHR Freshman year, Joel arrived on campus vdth an interest in sports, a six-pack, a bass, and pre- ministerial intentions. Four years of Haverford changed these interests only in degree. The intra- mural league replaced his varsity aspirations, and a keg the six-pack. The bass yielded to major con- tributions to the glee club, orchestra. Tenth, and two years of Octet leadership. While not emphasizing the academics, Joel still managed to participate in many philosophy classes, discussion groups, and seminars, and to maintain an interest in religion for graduate school. Behind him remained mem- ories of all the fraternity parties he threw at a non-fraternity school, a pile of beer cans hiding a stack of undone work, and one Hell of a reputation. MALCOLM F. BALDWIN Active in stimulating extra-curricular violence and battling the campus bureaucracy whenever possible, Mai ' s notable achievements included the development of the standard 10 hour sleep not in- cluding morning and afternoon naps, and the initia- tion of the now annual Great Pumpkin Drop. For these and other activities, the Imperial Wizard of the former Vigilantes was viciously attacked by campus leftists. Scholastically, Moose reached his peak early in freshman year, and with the Political Science Department decline (i.e. the departure of Freund), he turned to Tom Drake ' s stimulating program. Possessing an unca.my knack for verbally expounding upon extraneous material, his avid study of argument marked him for success in law school. — f2P THOMAS J. BARLOW, III In 1959, Thomas Jefferson Barlow, III, Presi- dent of the Freshman Class and member of the Stu- dents ' Council, valiantly defended the Bryn Mawr maypole from the onslaughts of the Haverford hoards. Never did Tom forgive himself, and the remainder of his stay at Haverford was spent in one glorious, largely successful attempt to live down the infamy of earlier years. This effort re- ceived a tremendous boost with the entrance of one Harriet Strong, whose devoted support, both moral and physical, proved the decisive factor in many a waterfight and riot. Showing that four years of knowledge could be gained in sixteen frenzied weeks (two at the end of each semester), Tom Barlow effectively proved that the Haverford education could indeed leave time for the better things in life. ROBERT BEMIS Signore dissipe Gatsby in residence presiding over the descendents of the stairwell Scull House, to whom will your fourth novel be dedicated? to be written yes in the Bloom of a Roman spring while explor- ing the limits of the Via Veneto since you are the only one to make a Dickensian film sur Celine yes and to write a letter to the world addressed to Alex. Graham Bell denouncing his invention of the Mechanical Approach to Biophysical Decadence yes but how can we know the dancer from the dance? and because it takes genius to get the high- est mark in the class but since it was a very lovely spring day yes I said yes I will tell the whole story yes JOHN F. BLAIR, JR. Aupres de ma blonde, Qu ' il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon. Aupres de ma blonde, Qu ' il fait bon dormir. Page 52 GERRITT H. BLAUVELT I feel I ' ve studied enough, said G. B. as he laid aside his battle-scarred notebook and left the academic atmosphere of 104 Leeds to go into Phila- delphia. After his usual stop at the World, Gary found himself lured to the Uptown by the melodious strains of James Brown and the Flames. In spite of some great hacks he had planned, he returned to campus just in time to send out his weekly good music program over WHRC. Arriving back at Leeds, Gary somehow found time to discuss the basic rules of Greek grammar with Harry and argue about labor unions with Booth before he and V went to watch The Untouchables. Another hard day ended for G. B. at 12 o ' clock after briefly studying for a test he had the next day which, of course, he bombed. JAMES A. BLOCK This face did not belie the character behind it. He is a man burdened with cares. How to explain to the football coach the necessity of his disrupt- ing a game in freshman year to tell the referee a joke; how to persuade the administration that the worm condition of the walk approaching his Leeds suite was the price of effective Students ' Council government; or how gently to tell some young woman or another that, alas, theirs should only be a Plat- onic relationship; or even how to convince his Citroen mechanic that he was not an exceptionally inept driver. The future, too, held problems, for he had to choose a vocation : doctor, sociologist, or Y.M.C.A. director? In the word of this philosopher- king, for the gods, life is hard. JAMES W. BORTON The tall, spare, ghost-like figure gliding across campus was not Jude the Obscure but Jim Borton making a momentary appearance on campus only to vanish in an instant. After a year meditating Wolfean prose in central Pennsylvania, Jim came to Haverford to hibernate for a year in one corner of a Lloyd suite. On infrequent occasions, Jim would leave his brown chair, his English papers, and his Scotch to collect a seemingly boundless female following. Junior year, Jim fled to freedom and 457 Lan- caster with jazz records, Brann, daemon, and woman for the last two cataclysmic years. Was the future visible or invisible? JOHN R. BOWER Ai ' ma virumque cano, the first who came, com- pelled by fate, an exile out of Reading, to Barclay, and the Haverford shore. Help me, Muse, to recall the reasons why. This question never failed to puzzle Bow. An Economics major, he logrically spent most of his time in the biology lab, bleeding rabbits, and when not there could be found behind the counter at the coop ( The usual, Mrs. An- drews? ), in the Leeds lounge (I ' ll see that and back you twenty, Dongie! ), or in the basement, calmly pressing more weight than the average per- son can set off the floor ( I ' m going to throw fifty feet this year!! ) A good student, if and when he felt like it, most of Bow ' s professors sadly recognized that his academic life, like Macbeth ' s, had fall ' n into the sear. JAMES M. BURG IN Had Jim Burgin been six feet tall, two hundred pounds of sheer muscle, and coordinated, he would have been Haverford ' s greatest athlete. But since he was not, he energetically directed himself toward gaining a knowledge of sports which rivaled even that once held by the great Turk Pierce. Who else, for example, could ever hope to be able to spell the name of every member of the Swarthmore football team backwards in less than a minute? But equally noteworthy was Jim ' s knowledge of laughs that could successfuly turn anything and everything into a joke. And as a student of WIBG, he was one of the best monotone rock ' n rollers ever to grace a Haverford shower. All this Haverford easily accepted; but what about his patients? C. LEWIS COCKE, JR. Lew — unexcelled (only) rebel physicist on cam- pus — ■ a truly dangerous combination. Fay ' s right arm and constant advisor ( Don ' t worry about the data discrepencies, just use larger error boxes. ) drowned many a future in physics by his light- hearted and off-handed approach to grading lab reports. Created general impression of being a scholar freshman year and fooled the faculty from then on. Gained renown and inspired local terror by waging intricate electrical warfare with Callan in subterranean Lloyd sophmore year. Assisted lecherous but unsuave roommates junior year by installing seductive Pillow Talk apparatus in 61 Lloyd. Retired off campus to nearby penthouse senior year to contemplate bubble chambers. Take notice! This man threatens your future! I JEFFERY M. COOPER It was a sunny morning:, that Saturday of the Swarthmore weekend. Classes were cancelled, ac- cording to custom, and the men of Haverford were all free to plan or do whatever they liked. Two hundred lusty voices were shouting their encourage- ment on the athletic field where two dozen others were playing their best. Some other men were occupied with their dates for the weekend. Still others were losing their money at poker, or their sanity at bridge. But on the top floor of Leeds, one light was burning; Jeff Cooper ' s study lamp. A fine tennis player, a consummate tromboni.st, and a conscientious and efficient student, Jeff managed to accomplish in four short years what would take most men a decade. JAMES E. DAHLBERG Hey, Berg! Wanna flick out? There ' s a good show on at the Ardmore . . . Doris Day in . . . Great! I ' m hot for a flick tonight. When does it start? . . . No, wait a minute; I can ' t. I ' m really swamped tonight. Let ' s see: That glee club trip shot last weekend, and I ' d better get that application for Chicago Med filled out and sent in sometime; I have to figure out who ' s going to be able to keep dates at faculty homes this weekend and . . . Hell, that ' s tomorrow, isn ' t it? I gotta get a letter off to Lucy soon, and then I ' m going over to the bio lab to set up an e.xperiment. Things wouldn ' t have been so tight if I hadn ' t fallen asleep this afternoon. . nd . . ., Hey! Did you say Doris . . .? Let ' s see, if I get up tomorrow at 4:30 . . . ROBERT N. de LUCA It IS glory — to have been tested, to have had our little qnality and cast our little spell ... a second chance — THAT ' S the delusion. There never was to be but one. We work in the dark — we do what rve can — we give what we have. Onr doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the ynadness of art. — Henry James Page 55 FRANS M. De NIE By completely ignoring the academic aspects of Haverford life, Dong proved conclusively that there is far more to college than studies. Quickly con- verted to the five-year plan by a consistent failure to go to classes, Dong returned from his sabbatical sojourn with a new outlook — All my friends do it, so why shouldn ' t I? While hitting the library viath amazing infre- quency ( Let ' s go get some laughs off the weanies ) , Frans found in the abundant supply of College light bulbs to pilfer both an alternate source of academic brilliance and an outlet for his klepto- maniac tendencies. Through this opportunity, plus a thorough training in poker and prevarication, Haverford contributed substantially to the Dong ' s background for crime. WALTER J. DENT Everyone knew who Walt was, but few saw much of him and fewer still heard him speak. Those who were prey to his whims, however, may have had cause to wonder if his reticence was not calculated in part to add to the effect of his quiet, sardonic sense of humor. The interruption of a sober mood by a pithy comment and a knowing smile often took people by surprise. Pipe in mouth, Walt frequently reflected on the years at Haverford : originally an economics major, (since disavowed), he had time for basketball and soccer. But with the shift to music, his energy was absorbed by listening to records and playing his violin. The hesitant ap- proach to music seemed destined to prove crucial in his future financial status — on leaving Haver- ford, he was not yet sure whether he wanted to starve. C. OWEN de RIS It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than {AND) to sticceed in the de- partment of the utterly contemptible. — Arthur Machen, The Hill of Dreams Page 56 WILLIAM H. ERB, JR. The proper balance did Erb seek ' Twixt cultured mind and rare physique. A noble PALACE did he rear, Which BODY CULTURE did revere. When ceased the tortures to his mighty frame, Then SCIENCE, REASON, did William claim. ' Twas HISTORY most that Erb did take, With Wallace T. and Tommy Drake. Then to the Joekhouse Bill retired, The Big Boards creaked and pits perspired. Of MORAL VIRTUE now I sing; In that department, Erb was king. In four years here ' mongst flesh and sin, This boy abstained, ne ' er taken in. Thus (lid Red Man pass the time. His college years, his youthful prime. GERALD R. FAULHABER A battle- scared veteran of Malvern Prep, Jerry was on the threshold of a more refined intellectual life, when in 1958 he suddenly found his college career interrupted by marriage, . fter a year at the University of Pennsylvania, he decided upon Haver- ford as his new academic home. Mathematics came as a happy medium to both his scientific and artistic leanings. Fascinated by a wide slice of the musical spectrum — from Bartok to the blues, he set enthusiastically out on the construction of a com- plete stereo outfit, an indication of his desire to apply his knowledge directly to the problems at the upper boundaries of the scientific and mathematical world. STEPHEN W. FISHER Steve ' s main artistic interests at college were music and painting, but it ' s easier to consider him a sculptor. Chisel in hand, he was uncertain at first how to deal with the massive boulder called Haver- ford ; it semed that something useful ought to be made of all that stone, and yet he couldn ' t help wishing he could make it beautiful instead. So he dabbled at lopping off parts (such as academic abstraction) and highlighting others (conversation, cantatas, and kindly concern), and found as a sophomore that he was immensely enjoying both process and emerging product. At this point, his Haverford was pretty much as he wanted it, and, much to his surprise, it was he himself who had shown signs of becoming useful. JONATHAN FLACCUS . . . for those who feel deeply and wlto are conscious of the inextricable tangle of human thought there is only one response to be made — ironic tenderness and sHriice. — Lawrence Durrell, Justine ALBERT W. FOWLER Bridge, Bert? How about some ping-pong? Nope, I feel like working today, and I ' m going to do it. Incidentally, did you realize that the Warriors won by two, the Celtics lost by three in triple over- time, and the temperature reached a record low last night? A man with multitudes of interests, Bert ' s whereabouts were usually a mystery to his own roommates. He once left for a three day vacation in the infirmary without a word. According to him, however, much of his absence can be explained by library work. Whatever the secret, he did success- fully resist the myriad of temptations in Leeds, and he alone escaped from these hallowed halls with morals intact and a history degree in hand. R. BOOTH FOWLER I never said that! Yes, that could be true. The issue is more complex than that. We must act on principle. In such a way Booth could be found discussing politics with other avid followers of his favorite subject. Booth ' s history at Haverford was partly a search for a quiet place in which to study. He claimed to be committed to scholarly pursuits. He expected to find his goal in Leeds, and did, but only partially. For his basic interest, people, never let him grind too long. Booth was known for his attacks against the vested interests, rock ' n roll, the anti-intellectual elements in society, organized religion, and the forces seeking to destroy our liberties. JOHN D. FOX The strong, silent type, John was a student of power: in the political science classroom (theory) and on the football field (application). Once a native of New Orleans, he inherited that city ' s pace but not its direction. Not famed for his transparency, John ' s new-found talent in the master-minding of practical jokes came as a horrifying revelation to his victims and brought about renewed speculation about what fiendish faculties might lie behind that imperturbable mien. His position as Business Man- ager of the News into which he was sucked in a weak moment, had to be discounted as providing a clue to his personality — in fact, considering his methods, it was rather incongruous. The human race should welcome this bemused, but not uncon- cerned observer of its foibles. RICHARD G. FREEDBERG I never knew the laughter loving novice, dragging but never flagging, somehow managing, while losing the battle of the sciences versus humanities. Un- known to me wa the scraped sole that wandered from the lowlands of Manhattan to the Highlands of Scotland. I cannot say what purpose was served by the three travails: the battle of Moribus Galli- cus, the banquet of porridge and auch eye, and updraught. I saw him return; beard and burr had replaced half and half. Unreplaced was the priority of poetry, produced in the coop, the field house, or the black pad. I have seen white whales replace crooked trout. Exodus has pushed out Eliot. Un- certain independence has been lost to matrimony . . . Judy. GEORGE W. FREEMAN Can you imagine the captain of a military band at Haverford College, a German who couldn ' t burp his beer, an anti-intellectual history major, a per- son who ' d kill his roommate before a squirrel, or a man of God who condoned the machinations of political parties? George wasn ' t provincial — only prejudiced. He didn ' t hold to a narrow view — it extended from Martin Luther all through Germany and over to Pennsylvania (wth the Pennsylvania Germans). To find consistency in George, one had to look to his admiration of the practical and work- able (though you couldn ' t let him near your car). The result: a prospective Lutheran minister com- bining an historical approach with eff iciency, s Tn- pathy, and a knowledge of how things were and should be. WILLIAM B. FREILICH Moving: in from nearby Haverford High, Fritz brought with him his own personal cheering section and the reputation of a potential All-American. His fans were not disappointed as he tore up both foot- ball and baseball fields in gaining two letters in each of his four years. One of the last survivors of the days when Haverford fielded winning teams in both sports, he remained a fighter until the very end, bravely predicting a winning baseball team in 1962 under his captaincy. A many-sided man, Bill also gained fame in the academics as his successful submission of the same paper on propaganda in every political science course set a new college record. At last word, law school was frantically preparing for the little round man. DAVID L. GAETJENS strains of Sinatra filtered through the door. rton ' t go in please — the master was at work, and wished not to be disturbed. You knocked anyway, cautiously. What! No date? How ' s the work going, Dave? Great! I ' ve just won three games in a row. How ' s the Phil paper? I punted on that days ago . . . can ' t concentrate . . . mind keeps wandering. The way I figure it, I won ' t be able to get anything done until I get her out of my mind, so I might as well . . . A grey and cream ' 55 Olds convertible roared into action. School . . . studies ... all left behind in a hazy cloud of unreality. Destination . . . New York. Purpose . . . life. VANCE A. GAGE Here came V. G. back from another night in the south wing of the library. Despite rumors to the contrary, V. did much more than study. Trips to Philadelphia were essential but were never attempt- ed without book in hand for appearance sake. I ' ll be right with you G. B. — I can ' t find my pencil. Be it a stage show, an Eagles game, or simply a new flic , V. was on hand. How was the film? Really Booth, it was one of the finest pictures I ' ve ever seen. Between trips, Record meetings, and study, Vance could be found discussing Bumbl- ing Bob Wagner with Booth, telling Harry not to be such a boozer , enjoying a r ' n ' r concert with G. B., or running down sports scores and prospects wth Bert. Transcending all this, however, it was Anderson forever. PETER K. GARRETT Now because they are commonly siibjecf to such hazards and inconveniences, as dotage, inadness, simplicitij, etc. 10. VOSCHIUS would have good Schollers . . . TO HAVE GREATER PRIVILEGES THAN THE REST, THAT ADVENTURE THEM- SELVES AND ABBREVIATE THEIR LIVES FOR THE PUBLIKE GOOD. But our Patrons of Learning are so far now adays, from respecting the MUSES, and giving that honor to Scholars, or reward which they deserve, and are alloired by those indulgent priviledges of many noble Princes, that after all their pains taken in the UNIVER- SITIES . . . if they chance to wade through them, they shall in. the end be rejected, contemned, and which is their greatest misery, driven to their shifts, exposed to tvant, poverty, and beggcry. — Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy RICHARD G. GOULD Returning to the campus in the fall of ' 61 after an extended sabbatical, Dick kept alive at Haver- ford for another year the illustrious name of the house of Gould. Burdened with the responsibilities of married life, he was for those who knew him not the epitome of the adult, mature, domesticated man. But the privileged few who heard his tales of Haverford in the good old days recognized just beneath the tame exterior the unextinguished qual- ities of a true. Hell-raising Joe College. Sviccessfully suppressing these occasional relapses, however, Dick worked purposely and methodically, and presented for the younger generation the perfect picture of the devoted student. HAROLD S. GRAY What! Switching again? was their cry of despair; Hal ' s hopes of Penn Med had turned into air. A blink of the eye and two more hit the trail; For Psycho, and Soc. were both far too pale. And last but least was the steady decline Of that language chaotic just east of the Rhine. The Gods of Olympus were quick to respond As they ruled from their posts beside the duck pond. A year was decreed and our pilgrim set sail. Bound to the quad by illegible mail. Back once again in a far wiser state. Our wanderer weary again tempted fate. In search of the truth and th ' irregular pearl, The lad studied art with Bryn Mawr ' s best girls. With future unlimited to he Peace Corps he goes(?), Hoping some day to wear diplomat ' s clothes. DAVIDSON R. GWATKIN Please get me up at 7:00, Somebody! cried the sign that nightly appeared on the door of 5 Leeds, sometime home of one Davidson Gwatkin. Somehow, though, it never worked, and a dazed Gwatkin daily stumbled into the hall at noon with the mock self- reproach, But I wanted to get up at seven! And 1 have so much to do! Leading what was theoretic- ally the most hectic life of any student on campus because of the Xcws and innumerable commitments, Dave managed to be a master of procrastination. Ignoring the inevitable 50 pages of papers to write and 5000 pages of assignments to read, he calmly spent his time on television and with visiting VIP ' s, and, with honor galore, graduated wondering what Haverford could offer anyone not interested in out- side activities. MICHAEL D. HAMPDEN Do be, O Muse, our referee. And help us sing of Michael D. First false RELIGION was his guise, And Billy Graham did him baptise. Then evil SCIENCE did him clamp, ' Til our boy spied bright PLATO ' S LAMP! His course thus set, he buckled down. And D. V. Steere he did embrown. A noble SCOOTER then he bought. Which made the road with danger fraught. His scope grew wider, ' compassed all — TOBACCO, yea, and ALCOHOL. Sweet ROMANCE did then Ham escort; A circlet now his digit sports. Our tale ' s now done, and thank you. Muse, For letting us your verse abuse. MARK L. HARTMAN He is that which thinks Itself and the thinking is a thinking of thinkings. Seated in a vast, dis- continuous metric space contemplating Hamlet — Norio, do you have any soap? Marking out sym- metries of the proton in N-space, immersed in a sea of note cards — The English Revolution of 1640. Incognito virtuoso pianist but as Dr. Reese ' s favorite tympanist reading topology in sixteen meas- ure rests. Awareness unaware — Directed energy and concentration as a senior circling eternally to and from Bryn Mawr. Page 62 THEODOR M. HAURI The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The )i ik-ed}iess of woman is the work of God. Enough! or too much. — William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell HOWARD M. HELSINGER As Hclsing-er his maxims drew From Sargent (and his wily crew), He straightway left the plains of Math, To tread the euphuistic path. The path being long, he made great haste Through Barclay, Scull, and Founders chaste, Though pausing — ■ as he passed — to slay The steely beast that barred his way, A venture in the epic mode Which, mournfully, his progress slowed. Bearded, bepiped, with scotch and lass And project course, he watched time pass, ' Til Spring conies ' round again from Fall, And cheers resound from Roberts Hall : Borton ' s? a month, and Mae ' s, let ' s say A week, and Cadbury ' s, a day. DAVID H. HEMMINGWAY Music a)id an eeiie faint carouse - Archibald MacLeish, Chamber of Imagery Page 63 JOHN A. HIRST Despite four years in the company of verbose intellectuals, John remained surprisingly uncorrupt- ed. Not that he was free from doubts, despair and temptations: of this he had his share. John lived in the world of common sense and practical jokes. Most knew his directness from intramural soccer confrontations and dining hall insurrections. His domestic coterie remembers his mechanical wizardry as well as his squirrel chasing and shaving cream massacres. Despite a visceral mistrust of intellectual affectation and his constant campaign against the cult of the sensitive and the self-conscious aesthete, Haverford ' s Tom Sawyer unwittingly evinced his underlying appreciation of the good, the true and the beautiful. GARRY L. HOLTZMAN Holtzmannnn . . . Reese called while you were at the Customs Committee meeting. There ' s an officers ' meeting after glee club. But don ' t you have Octet during the WHRC board meeting? Hurry up Garry! What ' s wrong with the car now? Will you stop that whistling? We ' ll never get to Luigi ' s this way! Garry, not mustard in your milk! A Heath paper due at 10:00 tomor- row? Garry! That was a stop sign! Wake up, why don ' t you give up and go to bed? 1812 Over- ture at 4 A.M.? Don ' t set the alarm clock for six! Oh, don ' t worry about it, he won ' t care. You know, I think you ' re right, Garry! JAMES B. HOOPES Jim came to Haverford confused and misled, For visions of medicine danced in his head. Loewy and Santer, in white coats all clad. Sufficiently frightened our fair-haired young lad. To phil and its Forms did he right away turn. And for Plato and Goodness his soul ' s eyes did yearn. Forms of another sort soon caught his eye; Not for Plato or Phaedo could Jim pass these by. From Rock arch to Pembroke so peripatetic. Our Jimmy chased after the true forms aesthetic. As logical lodgings the French House did serve. For one man whom life could never unnerve. HAROLD D. JENKINS Only thi-ouf h its rustic, ivy-clad library and Deacon Jenkins did Quakerly Haverford Kain any contact with the world of Gothic. And as the sweet notes of the recorder periodically issuing from the Deacon ' s Belfrey indicate, this Gothic was of the purest English variety. Further investigation of the Belfry inevitably revealed its cowl-clad occupant tending fish — • clearly revealing his mendicant ' s desire to return to the early church. All was not prayer, however, for there must be some sin for which to do penance. So while at Haver- ford, Harold philosophized and diank with the best (and some of the worst). But perhaps this was only in keeping with the medieval merriment. ROBERT H. JENKS In sharp contrast to the usual spindly legs, frail bodies, bespeckled, clear features, and cynical, pene- trating minds stood the ponderous gams, beaten complexion, and corn-fed friendliness of the athlete. Unburdened by the intellectual wanderings of the average mind (except, of course, around the poker table), Jenks established himself as one Hell of a nice guy who reminisces one of an emo- tional stability rarely seen on the Haverford cam- pus. Eminent captain of the now-famed football team, Hands Jenks successfully spent his four years wallowing in the fertile field of Sociology perfecting his already commanding knowledge of the small, small group. FORREST E. KLINGER, JR. Striving to maintain the equilibrium between ac- tivities social and academic, Chip finally succeed- ed in understanding why he chose Haverford as a college during his Sophomore year. Surrounded by a Scull House crew as amorphous as it was amorous. Chip distinguished himself as one of the few non- pre-meds who dared face the lobby of Bryn Mawr Hospital Nursing School in civilian clothing. And if affairs of the heart were his lighter endeavors, then more serious ones must surely have been the hours of hooping in the gym or the intramural soccer games. But when removed from both of these playing fields (the athletic and the amatory), Chip evinced a potential for mathematics and eco- nomics — the paramount factor in assuring his success. DONALD D. KNIGHT Knight woke when no sun shines. When no class met, the smoke of cigarettes curled from his hand. For he were but a bastard to the clime Were he to slack at education. And yet he ' d act, whether he slack or no. And so he went to Hartford, leaving Scull; But with the actor ' s genius to deliver Sweet, sweet, sweet pleasure for the stage ' s youth. Well, whiles he was in Pembroke he would court And try to write a paper overnight. But once at Roache ' s his essay then would be To prove there was no sin in bibbery. Tho deans break pates in this community, Grain be my drink, for I will purchase thee. HUGH W. KNOX Carefully combining the magic ingredients of wine, women, sOng, and work, Hugh became one of the few in the Class of ' 62 to achieve good grades and have a little fun at the same time. Not too much fun, of course, for Hugh as everybody else was cap- able of majestic sweat. The grimy stubble and the dazed, bloodshot look that magically appeared before exams never failed to impress professors and students alike. But between these trials, Knox was to be found wherever things were happening — in front of the poker table in Leeds singles, in his room with a date and a glass , or in the middle of Pern arch happily filling laundry bags, .■ nd who could argue that these are not important in the life of a Haverford man? GYULA B. KOVACSICS When young Gyula first arrived at Haverford with an amazing lack of capital and a name that no one could pronounce, his fellow Hungarians were still throwing rocks at tanks in the streets of Buda- pest. Possessing a deceptive grin that covered up his experiences in communist jails and gave him the appearance of a comic opera hero, he added to the dining room a badly-needed air of European gen- tility. And for four years of soccer awards, crowned by his membership on the 1960 All-Araerican team, he annually had the sweet agony of hearing Jimmy Mills mispronounce his name. Tucked away in snug Scull House, the effects of Gyula ' s petite picaresque remained largely unkown. Good thing, this lack of publicity, for Fame sure as Hell would have gotten his name wrong. PETER 0. LANE His perfectly balanced 19 ounce Versalog, with all the answers on it, poised in readiness; a last look and then the final killing ' shot. The 8 ball van- ished into the designated pocket and P. O. Lane added another victory to his history of competitive play with much the same skill and spirit as he displayed in soccer and cricket. A confessed believer in the Holmesian philosophy that nothing can be accomplished in less than a 28 hour day, Pete, inhabitant of the Gear Bo. , kept constantly on the go. His mood, easily checked by song accom- panying his banjo, was, unless the weather was warm, always good. Armed with wit, intellect and personality, Pete set out to win friends and in- fluence people in the hotel industry. LEX K. LARSON A White convertible rumbled down College Lane — scattering faculty kids, ducks, and College po- licemen — headed for Ardmore Presbyterian; Lex Larson, who went to church every day of the week except Sunday, was on his way to practice the organ. Slowly but surely, he complained, I seem to be turning into a baroque snob. But any sore- eared occupant of second entry Leeds could testify that Lex ' s musical tastes, including such contem- porary composers as Paul Hindemuth, Johnny Rich- ards, and C. Checker, were broad indeed. In addi- tion, Lex was noted for making ice cream, drinking gin and tonics in the middle of the winter, and taking dates to math class. A prospective lawyer, Lex seemed destined to be the prosecutor of count- less hi-fi salesmen and electronic organ manufac- turers. I TIMOTHY LEWIS Shortly after 7:00 each morning, the second floor of the Leeds singles shuddered slightly as the rather substantial form of Tim Lewis moved slowly to the washroom. What ' s so damned good about it? or It is inconceivable that I could feel worse than I do now; I had better mornings when I was drink- ing, came the inevitable replies to the usual ante meridian greeting. Valiantly rising above these tri- bulations, however, Tim managed to gather at Haver- ford a fine background in New Hampshire philoso- phy (Mr. Clever Clayt Holmes), the latest ideas on why starting boxes burn up (Mr. Hetzel), and a thorough understanding of the use and mainte- nance of water-cooled slide rules. So prepared, he set off for Hopkins and an eventual career in ocean- ographic science. ROBERT W. LINVILLE A man said to the universe: Sir, 1 exist! However, replied the jiniverse, The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation. Stephen Crane STEPHEN J. LIPPARD Four years ago I rescended the passage to the Castle Keep and began to listen there. But that beautiful dream is past and I must set to work, almost glad that now my work has a direct con- nection with the Castle Keep, for that wings it. Certainly, as I can see more clearly, I iieed all my energies for this task, which at first seemed a trifling one. True, I have observed the life down here long and carefully enough, but the world is full of diversity and is vever wanting n; painful surprises. Truth icill bring me either peace or despair, but whether one or the other, it trill be beyond doubt or question. — Kafka. The Burrow ROBERT W. LYNN In the beauty of the whole thing, again, I lose myself — 6; which I mean in the fact that we were all the while partaking, to our most intimate benefit, of nw influence of direction and enlarge- ment attended with scarce a single consecrated form and which would have made many of these, had we been e.rposed to intrusion from them, absurd- ly irrelevant. — HEXRY .JAMES, Notes of a Son and Brother Page 68 JAMES R. MAC BRIDE You shall not dwell in tnnibn made by the dead for the living. A)id though of nuiyiiificence and splendor, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing. — Kahlil Gibran, ( = J KENNETH A. MAC LEOD, JR. To Haverford Ken came, to read, and see, and find. Then Ken learned that time is always time, And place is always and only place And the actual is actual only for one time and place. So Ken often asked the insidious Grape to put to sleep his wasting fear. And glutted himself with incense, myrrh, and nard, With genuflexions, delicacies, and wine. Until odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all sophistic polemic vain And vain all discipline and debauch. So in pity for man ' s darkening thought. Ken roamed The Line and issued thence In Galilean turbulence. Joy fall to thee. Father Kenneth, Drawn to the Life that died. i PRESTON K. MEARS, JR. Few at Haverford succeeded in doing so much at once as Pres Mears. Spending little time in bed for fear either of missing a party or oversleeping the ne.xt morning, he studied well (on the whole), and astounded neighbors by having assignments ready on time. But Pres ' s greater fame lay in his willingness to participate in any undertaking at any time, whether a waterfight, lawn soccer game, bridge or poker hand, or indescribable riot. And on the side, he somehow found time to take part in a few of the more reputable outside activities — glee club, drama club, and dining hall tray dropping. When he finally faced the prospect of a ministerial career, the campus lost one of its most ardent rowdies. JAMES I. MEYER Out of the North he came — picture of Anne in one hand, gin glass in the other, and copy of Life in Mycenae under arm; thus James assaulted Haverford. He proceeded to fill the atmosphere of the refectory with green missies — ■ olives; at the same time attempted to pull an 80 with the venerable MacCaff. From his Scull sanctuary he harassed his classmantes with midnight sorties, even succeeding in abducting hairy Woodrow. He created suspense among his classmates as they waited to see Barb Fritchie hang it out. He became proficient in the arts of public sanitation, beer sampling, and pig arehibotomy. A rowdy, a student, an artist, and a friend. J. HOWARD MIDDLETON, JR. Hoping to achieve a iirm foundation for life, he sought a thorough understanding of human knowledge and experience through a well-conceived schedule and daily conversation and discussion. He gave equal precedence to the afternoon nap and the evening bull session; less to the reading, but he bounced through prodigious assignments with good grades, little pain, and almost no notes. Senior year marked the realization of the fini- tude of human knowledge and experience. He re- duced his experience and retired to Cramer Hill to search for something more to give stability and foundation to his life. With this found, he headed for seminary and on into the world. STEPHEN H. MILLER The Millere was a stout carl for the nones. Ful byg ho was of braene and eek of bones. Swiche liberale politike from Skattergoode, He was short-sholdered, a thinne knarre, brood. Ther was no insighte that he dide reed Which war ' nt broken at a rennyng with liis heed. Godhede blesse social obligacioun, was his crie, His inner lighte was ther for al to see. Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche; Nothynge left to lerne, but gladly teche. As figure-hcde of Caucus Organicioune At meetyngs reade the New Yorke Tymes edicioun. And al his lernyngs, morals circumscriven. At Forcigne Service ainies — the parfecte Uglie American ! H. SHENTON MONKEMEYER Shenton established himself as unique among seniors — one who braved Haverford ' s trials and tribulations without becoming completely cynical and sceptical of the outside world and its inhabit- ants. Retaining an interest in people that allowed, even forced him to drop whatever he was doing in favor of a conversation, he both enlightened and gained enlightenment from the subjects who passed the door of his 303 Barclay abode. To further study in psychology he went, already master of the inner working. of the Haverford man. K. SCOTT MORGAN There was a man with a tongue of wood Who essayed to sing. And in truth it was la nentable. But there was one ivho heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knetv ivhat the man Wished to sing, And with that the singer was conteyit. — Stephen Crane, PHILIP A. MUSGROVE While showing a great enthusiasm for discuss- ing homomorphism, automorphisms, or .Jacob- ians, Phil ' s activities were by no means iimited to the abstract world of modern mathematics, his field of major. As an executive, he busily saw sleepers to their proper places for WHRC, and as a playwright, he contributed his talents to the 1960 Class Play (an undertaking which brought lit- tle immediate fame). Frequenting the European History section of the library more than Mr. Oak- ley ' s office, his masterpiece became A Histori of the Jeirs iti Germany. And for the time that re- mained, there was always the well-restrained, in- tellectual argument with his roommate. Leaving for graduate study in math and physics, Phil promised some day to return — with Philips lecture manuscript under arm. KEN NAKAYAMA As critic of the established and defender of the unpopular. Ken served Haverford well. Known for his uncanny ability to switch sides in the middle of an argument to stay on the losing side while swing- ing opponents to his original position, his search for truth led him to such varied sources as . F. Stoyie ' s Weekly, Xational Review, Manual for C. O. ' s, and Time. A student of mankind with seemingly universal interests, his friends and relatives occu- pied positions pertinent to any conversation ( I have a friend who peddles dope to Albany bank employees ). But underneath, Ken was basically consistent. His psychology major reflected his in- terest in structure in his studies of man; he suc- ceeded in moderating his intuitive humanism with reason. ETHAN A. NATELSON Entering Haverford with a desire for scholar- ship, Nate instead fell victim to the foul habits of those around him. A two-year sojurn in Barclay in the proximity of Ross, Vicki-poo Parado, and the Weasel ruined all of Nate ' s ambitions. And his decision to room with the Drawstring and the Gaunt was another mistake. Not that the arrange- ment didn ' t have its advantages, for the scrufties obtained Nate ' s car, and Nate was able to see clearly how the dregs of society lived. In senior year, Nate nearly escaped from such foul, sub- human influences only to be sucked up in the whirl of the card table. But Nate somehow retained a shred or two of integrity, and with the blessing of Ariel, Irv, and Mel, left for the uncontaminated world of medical school. RICHARD B. PARKER Peerless Parker picked a peck of ponderous problems. A born philosopher, untiring in his quest for the new and the real, Dick would warm the heart of Socrates himself — in spite of occasional lapses into slipshod dialectic. When someone or something spoke to his condition , his adventurous spirit inflated enthusiastically, spraying related- ness in all directions. Meanwhile grammarians took cover from a hail of verbal and orthographic atrocities like Me and Val went to the movies and I can ' t find MUESEM in this dictionary. But philosophy discounted these trivia in favor of such Parkerisms as tolerance, a ready smile and creative approach. WILLIAM E. PARKER Down at 103 he was known as Wasp C. — a slow Southern tempo, accompanied by petite feet — Best arithmetician in the math department, and the only math major in the chem department ... I don ' t know! or I don ' t guess so! . . . With his high interest in hometown athletics, Parks still found time to flick out . . . tall, dark, and very discriminate in contrast to beefcake ... an ardent rock ' n ' roller, he used WIBG for his Music 13 concepts. He was drafted from fall tennis prac- tice to play soccer. Besides holding the position of tennis captain, Railroad Bill was also Chairman of the Honor System Violations Committee . . . vigilante, pumpkineer, and .lover of meese, he head- ed for graduate school somewhere among tliose so fine Southern belles. RICHARD D. PENN Despite Haverford ' s tendencies to the contrary, Dick remained an enlightened Epicurean. His con- tinuing appreciation of such diversities as Bach, Saarinen, Whitehead, Leger, physics, and a Barnard girl demonstrated his catholic yet selective taste. A serious major in Philosophy, he found himself equal- ly at home with Irving Finger ' s fruit flies and Wallace MacCaffrey ' s humor, proving both his in- terest and ability to move between the two cul- tures. Not wanting his life to remain exclusively theoretical, however, Dick chose the practical career of medicine, hoping either to liberalize the A.M. A. or to formulate a philosophy of cathartics. ALAN R. PETRASKE bi t ALAN, abstracted, his effects upon the hearer may he more philosophically considered as a kind of DISCORDIA COXCORS (SIC) ; a combination of dissi iihn- images. The most heterogeneotis ideals are yoked by violence together; the ambiguity in- structs, and the subtlety surprises; but the reader, though he sometimes admires, is seldom pleased. Yet great labour, directed by great ambivalence, is never wholly lost. In the mass of materials tvhich ingenious absurdity has throivn together wit and useful knou-ledge may be sometimes found buried beneath inarticulate expression, and, when inflated to sincerity, may give lustre to works which have greater motivation, and Irss complacency in matters apparently straight. CHARLES R. ROBINSON Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring Yoni ' Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has got a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing. — Edward Fitzgerald, Riibaiyat of Omar Khayyam MICHAEL RODELL Amidst a tangle of clothes, blankets. Playboys, records, and a few Ec books sat Rodels. Always willing to procrastinate or to try to solve the emotional or physical problems of any good look- ing young female, Mike occasionally took the situa- tion in hand, and began to study. This studying was usually a process of figuring out how to avoid the anvil duet in the top of Whitall, or how to convince the Senor that he really did aime el es- panol. An occasional I ' m going to get nailed! signified nothing more than the time for a break — coffee, coke, or just in general. Mike loved pic- tures and cars, music and kids, and sometimes even life; and he looked forward eagerly to the peece (sic) he most desired — in a Corps, a body, or just in rest. FREDERICK H. ROEVER After spending eight years at Haverford School, Fred, tlie most loyal of Haverfordians, stepped across Railroad Avenue to spend four more years at the College. Deciding that nine months of the year was not enough to spend on the campus, he also devoted his summer vacations to working in the biology lab. Senior year, a lab coat once again replaced his favorite college blazer as he persuaded Dr. Loew.v to give him (i.e. to finance for Jiim) two research projects. At tlie end of this time, Fred moved on to medical school, leaving behind him a dish pan of broken test tubes, a deamplified elec- tric guitar, a pair of used water skis (for the duck pond), and — for Mr. Caselli — an empty wallet. BENN CHIH-MAO SAH A linear transformation T from a vector space V to a vector space IT ' is a mapping of V into IF such that, for . . . etc. As a math major, Bonn seem- ed destined to miss the more rational side of life, until he was linearly transformed, his senior year, to the Leeds singles, and met up with such character builders as Iggy Stanley and the Bow. Having work- ed hard enough for three years to ensure early ac- ceptance in Medical School, Benn found time during his senior year to take up smoking, drinking ( Say, John, have you got any beers? ), and discussions of the finer things in life with Frans (Don Juan) De- Nie. Ambition: surgeon. Destination: Medic Pa- tient. ROGER E. SALISBURY You, he said, gazing earnestly into her deep blue eyes, are just the one to help me over my inferiority complex. And another Bryn Mawr fresh- man fell for the famous Salisbury line. Shuttling regularly between neighboring girls ' schools. Big Rog worked off the average of five pounds a year. After labs, he was always to be found matching Tarzan Bower grunt for grunt lifting weights or demonstrating to some unwary classmate the latest of judo throws ( Aw, come on, it ' ll only take a minute and it won ' t hurt a bit ). Fit in mind, body, and line, Roger set out well prepared to show the medics the ultimate in the bedside manner. FREDERIC G. SANFORD Judging from grades, the fump had Chcm re- duced to one word: substitute! Friday night quiz sessions . . . there were many disciples. Should I be a country Doctor? No, don ' t have the bedside charm. Great fund raiser: ordered from Luigi ' s every night. Richard Armour and American Ballads interspersed with Geissman. Now where did I put those glasses? Tinkertoy Set . . . his pipe; Cutty Sark; golf . . . Suave with his roommates ' dates: Awkl Awk! Awk! Undying devotion to the Music Library and the Silver Fox . . . Meriy Christ- mas, Willie! The scientific mind fell into open- mouthed slumber to WIBG. W. DAVID SEDWICK A crunch of bodies, the slap of a referee ' s hand, and Seddy had pinned his man again. With a spoken word of concern to the ref., a sheepish grin, . . . that fellow was a fish, he alighted. The Smorg also sang, — glee club, octet, tenor, so- prano, ad nauseum, ad infinitum, etc. In addition he appeared in Sharpless, Yes, I really like Bio ; on the dance floor, In Warren we . . . ; at tenth, My I.D., but Bill . . . ; in the Bryn Mawr Col- lege Library, Hello my name is . . . Happy, lov- able, unperturbed, . . . despite catastrophes . . . Sedgewicke remained. His forte, Pembroke; his ambitio n, medicine; his field, astronautics (moon shots) ; his future, up. T. K. SHARPLESS, JR. Penrod u-as doing something very vnnsxal and rare, something almost never accomplished except by colored people or by a boy in school on a spring day: he icas doing really nothing at all. He ivas merely in a state of being. — Booth Tarkington, Penrod J. CHRISTOPHER SHILLOCK, III A Groton caught a classroom view Of an obliviously meditative Alpaca From Balboa And said, I ' ll pursue ' t. its essays besmear with blood At a truly classical Golgotha. But the Alpaca ensued, and the hunter it threw- Up, over a dismal German stew To the tune of the Argentine Zamba, Where jug-invested Spaniards slew With junky strokes and mirthful Hoo That unfortunate fat hunter from St. James Zoo. DONALD L. SNIDER How does an American boy who was veneered in an English public school lose his naivete but not his innocent aspects? He trains his blond hair to flop back in the continental manner, buys white bucks to replace brown loafers and with his scarf as an ascot prances off to B.M.C. As a freshman Don clenched the Chemistry De- partment with his right hand and a B. M. C. lovely with his left. He planted one foot on a soccer ball and his other in a cricket wicket. Although his feet remained firmly planted his hands roamed. One hand transcended science for religion. The other found many different hands to hold. Snider remained tritely editorializing, reaking of hot stuff, speaking with a phony English accent, practicing camp prayers to impress his dates, phon- ing Rhoades at 3:00 A.M., and theologizing. CRAIG F. STAFFORD A master with the gilded shovel, page-a-minute Stafford could at the end of his Haverford career convincingly maintain that he had never spent more than five hours on any of his innumerable his- torical masterpieces. And as for classwork — never to be matched was his feat of convincing his ad- viser, Wallace MacCaffrey, to let him through the History Department without a single MacCaffrey course, two Drake projects, and beginning Spanish in the senior year. Thus relieved of the pressure of work, Craig found time to gain an education — through out- side study (mostly at tenth, Luigi ' s, Bryn Mawr, or Vassar), or through summers of romance in Germany, France, and South America. Nobody ' s fool, he. MATTHEW W. STANLEY. JR. Matt ' s career at Haverford began rather in- conspicuously. But with the help of the Psychology Department, the careful nurturing of a sponge- like ego, and the adoption of a sense of humor ( don ' t forget that half inch ), he quickly made up for lost time. Eliciting the mother instinct with uncanny ability, he soon became the idol of Bryn Mawr, and through his other talents assumed the position of a soccer stalwart and the spiritual leader of the golfers. Although somewhat frustrated by the competition of the campus giants (intellectual and otherwise), there can be no doubt that Matt, affectionately known as Iggy, made his mark at Haverford. WILLIAM F. STEIGMAN Although most of Bill ' s activities took place outside of Haverford ' s domain, his on-campus maneuvei ' s wei ' e more than sufficient to earn him a place among the day students who made good. After three fnll years of blind groping, he finally saw the murky light of law and abandoned his dentistry plans. For law, as Bill sagely noted, presents the straightest road to politics; and in politics, Steigs was in his element. As a frank lover of the art, he seemed fated to join the ranks of the master politicians and statesmen Look- ing back on his career as efficient Rules Committee despot and as legalistic class secretary, few would question his chances of success. KARL W. STEVENSON Karl emerged from the obscurity of the South- west to enter the equally obscure world of Haver- ford. Resisting all temptation from the Mandelians and Johnsonians of third-floor south Barclay, he managed to study effectively and to take his proper place among the respected Heathians of the Psy- chology Department. For two years in Lloyd (where he finally succumbed to talk and chicanery), his vehemently and sincerely expounded political, soci- ological, and economic beliefs became a familiar sound. Finally deciding that he could most effect- ively aid his fellow man through medicine, Karl retired to Scull House and chemistry in preparation for the greater things to come. MATTHEW M. STRICKLER Holy cats, it ' s ten o ' clock already; got to hit the sack! Thus began the day of Matthew Strick- ler. 10:30 PM, a hot debate began in the living room, but Matthew didn ' t budge. 11:00 PM, an intra-hall water fight reached its peak, still Mat- thew slept on. 12:00 midnight, his roommate put a cookie behind his ear and let a dog into the room ; Matthew turned over and stubbornly slept on. A terror at the bridge table ( Why didn ' t you bid six no-trump? ), and the slowest track star in Haverford ' s history (twice captain). Matt left behind his phenomenal sleeping records with a lower limit of eight hours a day and an upper limit unbounded. GEORGE M. TAI Listen, oh patients, and you shall hear The tale of George, your doctor dear: For a dozen years native Honp Konpr was spurned While the fires of learnina: within him burned. George School and Haverford eight years did claim Before that medical school of fame; But of the twelve he ' ll best recall Those spent with the Mother of us all! Strong soccer foot and cricket bat Each put a feather in his hat; To the Varsity Club ' s helm he was called While Reese again this tenor appalled. Reactions bubbling ' mid crucibles ' glow His skill in lab. sufficed to show. Haverford ' s pre-meds sometimes falter. But George survived Loewy, Finger ntid Walter. DAVID N. TALBOT In pursuit of the intellectual female — to perfect into clay — David has no more than five minutes to disprove the existence of God, nor two hours to dispose of Descartes — What ' s wrong with geese? — host of the black-sling chair proffering ritual wine-glasses beneath Modigliani ' s red-haired god- dess — the guitar — there ' s nothing that Benedic- tine won ' t cure — Artistic license a catalyst for medical research — the magic mountains — of Ver- mont — of Grimm and Kafka — Germanic geniality — from the realm of doubt, by Vespa — ,,ar jk c ROBERT S. TANNENBAUM Giant-sized Bob Tannenbaum possessed an enor- mous smile, a very small girl friend, and an enormous sweater which the girl friend had knit. Despite a painfully repetitive humor and a propen- sity to cut theoretical physical chemistry — three times in a row after insisting for an hour that pressure was the extensive parameter not of volume but of ideal gas — this irrepressible lad gained the affection of his classmates through an exhuberent expression of good will. Planning to do graduate work in pure edu- cation, Bob will be remembered by the grateful pre-meds who heard Dr. Walter ' s reaction to his aspirations : Egad ! That ' s worse than medical school! DANIEL S. TURNER Once upon a hallway caucus, while I shouted loud and raucous. While I babbled, child of beauty, suddenly I felt a duty, As of something strongly beating, beating at my cranial door. ' tis some trifle there, I muttered, beating at my conscience ' door — Only this and nothing more. Then I felt my spirit quicken, for a guest had come in person : An Argentinian Zamba eyed me from the floor — Naturally I broke my rhythm. But the Zamba merely stood there, talking half- beat, simple language, Talking in an easy timbre, in a voice both firm and clear, Quoth the Zamba: Drink Roach Beer LUCIAN A. WADDELL, JR. Tiger, tiger, hurving bright hi the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful sym7net7-y — William Blake, The Tiger ki -.4 STEPHEN V. F. WAITE But really classics and mathematics makes a logical combined major. After all, classics is the queen of the humanities, and mathematics is the queen of the sciences. And the social sciences? Oh pooh. Thus spake the bearded sage, idly doodly parabolas and hyperbolas on the white tablecloth with his fork. Page 80 ROBERT B. WARFIELD, JR. Best known as the player of the big double bass, Bob alternated between Bartok and Bourbak (not to mention Strauss and Gauss). Coming to Haverford as a physics major, he abandoned the sciences in favor of the humanities after a two-year struggle by dropping physics for mathematics — the art which he defined as the acquisition of definite knowledge about figments of the imagination. It may not light cities but it doesn ' t blow them up, either. In addi- tion. Bob found himself interested in astronomy, philosophy, history — and anything else he could get his hands on. But mathematics won out, and off to graduate school he went for further work in the first humanity. CHARLES B. WATKINS I mean, Give me a break ! ! ! ' JAMES G. M. WEYAND, JR. Jim — I can ' t figure out how to do yours. Like how can I build one theme around all your interests? What ' s your being the unofl ' icial ' 62 barber have to do with your prowess in swimming and Tenth? How does your nickname The Hermit of Sharpless relate to your distillation of home-brew to the music of Bolero? And what about your being a graduate of Western Reserve Academy but rooming with a U.S. grad? ' Course I ' ve got to mention Lynn, too . . . Then there are the ubiquitous, overworked eulogies about your being a hard worker, popular, etc., etc. You ' re hopeless. I ' m punting. Sorry, Berg JOHN G. WILLIAMS To captain a clippership and sail away from it all — especially those stimulating, vigorous chemistry 13 classes of Cadbury — and that record average of 110 two years running. The has-been diver and flame of Baldwin School, Jack spent his first two years at Haverford playing hockey for Villanova. The life of the Flash was one big role, to be played accordingly: prep, outdoorsman. Big Brother of Pem. East, nice guy, etc. A graduate of Chicago, Harvard, AND Haverford, he becomes the colleges ' first Navel architect. What was there down at Lenape Inn that was fine as wine? Jack will be remembered for his friendly wave and cheerful hello — as he passed through the Haverford campus on his way to Bryn Mawr. JOHN S. WILLIAMS, JR. Without a song, the road would never end . . . The Leeds singles rocked with loud cries of Gimme a break, as Johnny began singing his way through another day. He supported loudly, if not always ac- curately the glee club, and on occasion would follow up rehearsals with a solo at Tenth. An economics major ( Say. Bow, what ' s all this GNP jazz? ) who wished he were a beatnik, he read poetry to anyone who happened to walk into the room, and drove many a young lady to drink in this way. When not suddenly taking off for Baltimore with Gaetjens ( We can study for the ec. test on the way ), he could usually be found in bed. Let us therefore mention the fact, For it seems to us worthy of record. (E.P.) LEE H. YEARLEY Remembering the Offense, but hoping that through sciendum (what ' s what) can mute uns nought, ' a thought, abought the Great Sommboddy within the Omniboss, perhops an artsaccord (hoot ' s hoot) might sing ums tumtin abutt the Little Newbuddies that ring his panch so that One could see that Things taken together are u-hole and not ivhole, something which is being brought together and brought apart, which is iw tune and out of tune; out of all things there comes a iinity and out of a unity all things. EDWARD J. ZOBIAN It was a confusing day in 1958 when 120 Fresh- men of the Class of 1962 staggered onto the Haver- ford campus. Amidst the crowd and drowned out by queries of where ' s my room? , where are the tennis courts? , and where are the dames? , walked cool, determined Ed Zobian who asked a stunned customs man, where is the cheni building? . Always knowing what he wanted to accomplish, and always accomplishing what he wanted, Ed was a consistent (you never saw him without his lunchbag among his books), hard-working (used to get up at six for organic), student who left Haverford with a full liberal arts education. According to last reports from medical school, he had a nurse cornered in a debate on the relative merits of chemistry as a true science compared to biology. ADDENDA John C. Bertolet Curtis G. Callan, Jr. Douglas H. Doherty John D. Eshleman Christopher L. Fuges Jonathan C. George Paul C. Gleason Alexander L. Gucker, Jr. Robert M. Haymond Edward S. Hollander Allan D. Johnson Peter A. Kellman David L. Klein H. Richard Kramer Philip S. Krone Barry M. L ' Etoile Robert L. Long Peter A. Lundt J. Steven Maurer David W. Mitchell F. Raymond Noel-Paton Timothy A. Packard David W. Pilbrow Victor Pinedo, Jr., Allen C. Rogerson Kenneth M. Rower John H. Schutz D. Dexter Sternbergh R. Clark Sullivan John C. Towle Richard M. VanCleave Ross VanDenbergh Henry J. Vaux, Jr. Andrew T. Walling Page 83 CREATIVITY There exists a tension on this campus which is not that between cliques, classes or any other form of status. It is a tension of spirit, brought about by a dichotomy be- tween the analytic and the creative powers of the mind. It is not neces- sarily detrimental, as long as there exists an awareness of this intellec- tual state. This tension is found in the humanities field, that is. any course dealing with works of art. These departments are almost wholly oriented toward an analyti- cal and critical approach to the literature and art with which it deals ( I except the Department of Music). This approach rarely amounts to anything more than cold, intellectual pedantry. Rarely is an attempt made by a faculty member or a student to capture the essential and highly elusive quality which is the basis for a work of art. Books are seen from a histori- cal perspective, a critical perspec- tive, in short, anv point of view which allows complete and clear intellectual objectivity, with as lit- tle involvement in the work itself as is possible. Subjected to this approach, the student rapidly finds his own crea- tive inspiration threatened. One hardly ever sees a student or pro- fessor working himself up over a work of art, abandoning his ra- tional objectivity for a more sub- jective and appreciative involve- ment. Instead we are fatfed with seminars which are most certainlv death to any artistic aspects the work may have. I find it hard to believe that any professor can teach his subject without being personally involved with it. But works of art are either coldly dis- sected without the awareness of any spiritual merit, or else this awareness is repressed in the class- room for the sake of rational pro- gression toward rational under- standing. At Haverford the latter is primarily true. The inspiration, the emotional and subjective in- volvement is repressed by both the faculty and the student for the sake of rational communication, which is. more often than not. no communication at all. Anything mystical is denied, and on this mystical quality art ultimately rests its value. And without this quality no work of art can be created. The student who is aware of this trend and who is artistically inclined, finds himself developing a type of schizophrenia, one which enables him to satisfy the require- ments of intellectual pedantry, while in his private life giving reign to the inspirational and crea- tive side of his personality. The intensity of the Haverford ap- proach makes this state of mind practically unattainable. Many are unaware of the darkness into which they are being led. One or two professors recognize this schism, and have warned their stu- dents of the danger of a one-sided approach. All should see it and point it out to their students. Both approaches must exist, for both have bearing on the other. But every student here should be en- couraged to devote his time equally to each approach. Page 84 A WORD ON THE WORD We undertake an examination of the Haverford studentry. The sections which follow this essay will deal with Haverford Folk as they go about their Activi- ties. Their most characteristic be- havior, the one all-encompassing activity on the Haverford campus is not. however, listed officially in the Founders Club eschatology. Is not the Haverford animal distin- guished chiefly by virtue of the fact that he is not enthusiastically committed to the plethora of extra- curricular clubs and committees, and doesn ' t mind saying so at some length? We celebrate this fact. The spectator sport has more ardent practitioners, who spend more time and more energy, at- tracting more attention and pro- ducing more joy than any other brand. We celebrate the Commen- tators, the Interrogators, the quie- scent Watcher and the eloquent Solipsist. We catalogue their spo- radic uprisings. We marvel at their periodicity. We advance token ges- tures toward the area of their sociological significance. Ho it that the obstrusitv of the dining hall announcements, the ritual identities of the bulletin boards, the aphorisms of innumer- able library carrels, and the graf- fite blotches perpetrated upon the walls of otherwise unmentionable dormitory Johns — how is it that these various excellencies have not as yet been belabored into exe- gesis? How is it that the one reli- able index to the Haverford Char- acter, the spoken and written. W onl. has not been incorporated into a legitimate and authorized pastime? Where is the Vice-Presi- dent of this hidden Society? Who writes the Club constitution? We celebrate the occult. We celebrate the formulators of the Haverford diction, the artists of the bulletin board, the scholastics who originally understood the philosophy of the Spoonbang. We call them the Underground Asso- ciation. We make remarks to the effect that herein is the particular virtu and the general excellence of the Haverford student, and re- treat to the bulletin board in hopes that someone has obfuscates the more enduring prolixities. Page 85 Initiation for the prospective members of the Underground As- sociation begins in the Early Au- tumn. The initiation ritual takes place at some point before the emergence of the integrated Fresh- man. His particular jargon dis- appears. His academic diction evaporates into the rarefied atmos- phere of the Ephemeral and Eng- lish 12. His everyday speech is condensed into driblets of rhetori- cal expostulation and terse epithet. The Freshman learns the ritual club invocation (hum. you) and soon ( ginmieabreak I the plastic- ity of his liturgical chant ( unbe- lievable) extends itself to both the unification and the dissociation of sensibility (the foodeats). These are the sophistical conceits. These are the mots justes. the verv tran- scendence of critical appraisal. The dominant tone of the Word is that of stylized protest. The signifi- cance is problematic. The mysteri- ous password (howbadisthat? ) holds the complexities of the svn- tax in abeyance, while the speaker takes in a whole gestalt with a single sense perception. The full scale activities of the Association generally get under way by Pale December. The Un- groaned becomes the L ndersigned. The Association members begin to write clearly. Their formal criticism, previously vented on Bryn Mawr picturebooks and other academic eroticism appear, as if by magic, on the Founder Bulletin Board. Here there are insights into practically every- thing. Withered comestibles and crudely printed anathemas testify to the human condition. Here, the affirmation of a nether world of quasi-allegorical prototypes. Jarvis Pugh gives birth to Peter Porkis in defiance of every known bio- logical law. The Student Peace Union is periodically fractured to produce the Fiery Insurgents For Irrational Anarchy (1958) and the S. N. E. (1962). This area of L nderground activity is becoming more and more a part of the col- lege community. The most recent project, the Public Address Com- mentary at meal times, typifies the L ndergrowned outlook. Even the Spoonbang and the other religious protests organic to the dining hall have never done this much. The Commentators work at a great dis- tance. They assume ritual identi- ties, but tliey work diligently with gusto by reflex action out of all proportion . . . Page 86 The function of the Under- ground Association becomes ap- parent by Cheerful Springtime. Public demonstrations of the or- ganizations activities have always been less successful than the semi- private assaults on the collective sensil.ility. The regularly sched- uled events of the Association on Tuesday and Thursday have been somewhat disheartening. Occasion- ally a club member has been able to assemble bombast which is moderately relevant to the Collec- tion speaker ' s address before the assembly is dismissed. Unfortu- nately, the adept fails to express himself so that he is understood by his antagonist and appreciated by his peers. Most of the large-scale projects have been limited to Com- mentary in the form of ambiguous titters and interrogation on the form of eloquent grunts. The Association has been most successful with the individual projects. Some of the highlights chosen from a survey of I actual I library carrels and dormitory bathrooms include the following: Life is a bowl. Its full of cherry pits. Life is the razor blade one slides down. Life is beating around the bush until it burns. Life is efil spelt the other way around. The similarities in terms of the structural arrangements and pat- terns of shape and significance is no doubt indicative of a funda- mental orientation toward the es- sential discrepency reflecting upon . . . the symbolism is . . . we note in addition that .... The Association has been fur- ther hindered because of the fact that except for a few members who cheerfully sacrifice their person- ality and sense of well-being to provide immediate spectacle, there is no continuing impetus to the organization ' s activities. It is im- portant to realize that were it not for the benign conspiracy of the Faculty and Administration who contrive to make themselves suit- ably deficient, there would be no formal structure to the Association whatsoever. We submit, in conclusion — Page 87 MUSIC The man that hath no music in himself. Nor is not moved ivith concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. William Shakespeare, The Mercha7it of Venice A sweeping statement, but few at Haverford would disagree with Shakespeare ' s opinion. However strong was the Quaker stand here against music as recently as forty years ago, there is little doubt today that the typical Haverford- ian does not indeed have music in himself. The founding of the Music Department in 1926 and the increasing interest in the subject since then are historical matters which need not concern us. More basic is the general question of what it is that makes music to so many of us not just a luxurious spice of life, but a necessary part of life itself. An answer to that question nec- essarily involves some account of those who make that music, as well as an attempt to capture the es- sence of their respective sounds. So many of these people have gone unrecognized in the past that it seemed just to point them out once and for all. So we begin with the anonymous whistlers, pickers and strummers, the shower singers, the endless players of countless rec- ords and recorders,, the innumer- able drum and sax maniacs and soloists wherever they are, for it is they who first struck the valu- able spark of spontaneity. Theirs were the impromptu outpourings which came at all hours, not just between 6:45 and 8 p.m. every Thursday. If even such brief recog- nition as this should somehow kill that spontaneity through self-con- sciousness, it would be a pity. For from the piano of a Hemmingway, the cello of Flanders, the sax of a Sinclair, as well as from the instruments of the anonymous, came sounds which could not be circumscribed with words. They set a pitch and defined a rhythm with a vitality which few could equal. Page 89 But of course music is not all soloists and unorganized spon- taneity, and it is precisely here that any super-romantic interpre- tation of the subject begins to break down. Music is ideally a form of heightened communica- tion between people, using a uni- versal language. It is inevitable that musicians create organized groups of some kind to facilitate this end. But it is important to realize the different manifestations such groups may take. One might take two of the most informal gatherings on campus — the Marching Band and Auxiliary Fife and Drum Society, so-called, and the folksing — as illustrations of one ramification of musical ex- pression. Unimportant as these or- ganizations are from a purely aes- thetic or statistical point of view, they are invaluable as parodies of more formal (and perhaps too for- mal) groups of the same nature. Conceived mainly in humor, the Band (a true symPHONY in the Dodger tradition) undercut the orchestra. Born out of the desire to let off steam more than any- thing else, the rough style of the folksing served as a spoof on the genteel arrangements of the Glee Club. Page 92 On a more sophisticated level, the little-publicized madrigal and chamber music groups also con- tributed lasting music experiences to those of the Haverford com- munity with whom it came into contact. Still informally organized, these collections of players and singers managed to maintain an atmosphere in their performance which was intimate without being exclusive. The key to this unique situation was in the character of the music itself. The madrigal group, for example, concentrated on a delightful genre which by sixteenth centurv standards was overwhelmingly popular, and yet which under twentieth century values has none of the cheapness associated with that term. The re- sult was a sound which was neither grandiose nor commonplace, but refreshingly direct and lively — an excellent ideal for Haverford music in general. If the most formal uf the musi- cal organizations at Haverford — the Orchestra and the Glee Club — were unable to duplicate, by the very nature of their size, the indi- vidualistic and relaxed atmosphere of the smaller ensembles, the disci- pline and spirit they brought to their concerts made these perform- ances worth participating in for other reasons. Working in these larger groups necessarily involved a submission of one ' s own individ- ualism to the commanding and de- manding personalitv of the con- ductor. Dr. William Reese. Com- plete submission may have been impossible, but for a smoothly functioning Club or Orchestra it was imperative. Despite the oc- casional aura of autocracy, how- ever, the rewards of working in either group were often great. Few who took part in the performances of the Bach Mass with the Phila- delphia Orchestra under the direc- tion of Eugene Ormandy will for- get the experience in which hours of rehearsal culminated. Orches- tra members will fondlv remember their two main concerts during the year, highlighted by works of Schubert, Mozart. Paisiello. Vaughan-Williams and Copland. In all these forms of musical ex- pression, the performers shared one thing in common when they were at their best: a love of the act of singing or playing which carried them out of themselves and into the music itself, thereby en- hancing both their own lives and the lives of their listeners. Page 94 DRAMA Because the theatre is to so great an extent a living art, and because so co-ordinated an effort is re- quired to bring drama to life, it is somewhat remarkable that drama survives at all on the Haverford campus. Survive it does, however, suckled on the fer- tile imagination of Bob Butman, and weaned on the monomania of a few boisterous extroverts, and with the Drama Club ' s receipt last spring of the Edmund J. Lee Memorial Award as the most out- standing extracurricular organiza- tion. survival no longer seems to be the issue. The Club is the principal organ of drama on campus; never noted for its formal coherence, it oper- ates in clandestine ways, calling to greatness reticent students who are usually too flattered to compre- hend the scope of their commit- ment. Part of the Club ' s commit- ment to the production of a play involves the transubstantiation of the stage; this is the work of the stage hand, whose pride precludes any admission of the significance of the actor. In the service of his convictions, he spends afternoons and weekends with his cohorts building, wiring, painting, wash- ing, and sweeping, nobly bearing the ingratitude of the world. He is omnicompetent and omnipresent, forever overtired and overworked ; but the louder and more fervent his oath to leave it for good, the more certain his return to the dark crowded excitement backstage. Page 97 What causes the stagehand un- told misery is the realization that his labor is for the glory of the actor, and will at best be seen only as an enhancement of a spectacu- lar performance. Faced with a stagehand who insists that the psy- chological effect of sets, lights, cos- tumes, and make-up is wholly re- sponsible for the quality of an actor ' s performance, the actor will insist that he could have done as well in a Siberian railroad station, and that in fact, he would prefer the infinite modality of the unen- cumbered Elizabethan stage to the distraction and annoyance of a representational set — an assertion which he would not care to sub- stantiate. If the motivation of the stage hand seems confused, that of the actor is chaotic. He is called upon to assert an alien personality in a necessarily narcissistic act; he must be willing to make a fool of himself in order to glorify himself. A moderately demanding role will absorb the prime time of his aca- demic or social evenings six nights a week; for most students, the ini- tial decision to surrender is the hardest; once an actor becomes involved in the uniquely social act of performance, once he has heard the echo of his own voice in a silenced auditorium, once he has seen the audience dimly beyond the footlights, and conquered them, he is hooked, and while he may insist on being entreated to trv-outs. he cannot stay awav. Page 98 ■ Actor and stagehand are united by the temporary uneasy peace benevolently inaposed by the direc- tor, Robert H. Butman, whose duties as mediator are augmented by those of milliner, musician, teamster and aestheti cian. His tal- ents this fall were devoted to Christopher Fry ' s Venus Observed, a play in which the ageing Duke of Altair (Andy Lehner) discov- ers that neither the loves of his youth (the Misses Westbrook, Sutherland, Gula) nor his love of youth (Rob Colby) is sufficient to enliven his loneliness. Although he is cheated by his major-domo (Ted Hauri) and superceded by his son (Peter Moskowitz) , the play ends with rivalry and dishon- esty resolved by the Duke ' s real- ization that age offers a perspec- tive of the magnificent beauty of life. The Drama Club ' s winter pro- duction was Love ' s Labor ' s Lost, a play that glitters with Shake- speare ' s verbal genius. Containing many elements further developed in later plays. Love ' s Labor ' s Lost nonetheless has a moral of its own — that glibness and false little worlds have a place, but they can- not deny or solve the serious pro- cesses of life. The witty and earn- est ones (Messrs. Lary, Hauri, MacBride, Sonnenborn, Lehner) learn from the witty and under- standing ones (the Misses West- brook, Robbins, Ranard, Fleming) that love is more than courtship ad death more than a word. Don Knight ' s return to the stage as Don Armado, the fantastical Spaniard, was magnificently professional, and Ted Hauri was a lithe and elo- quent Berowne. Jane Rosg, whose autumnal set for Venus was viv- idly exciting, planted shrubbery about the Goodhart stage for the vernal comedy. Page 103 Si rJjM Kk ■■ B Jlflrilllfel ' 1 mi Xit k Page 104 Drama is not the exclusive prop- erty of the Drama Club: in Feb- i ' uar . Arts Council arranged a reading of Milton ' s Paradise Lost. cut fliiun to size li Prof. Frank Quinn. David Hemmingvvay com- posed special music for the occa- sion, the Drama Club supplied the cast and the director. Class Night, traditional outlet for dramatic creativity, revealed many too-familiar themes: the sophomores revived the shade of Sen. McCarthy to beat it like the proverbial dead horse; the jun- iors framed some unaccountably tedious musings about Haverford underground with the prize-win- ning dialogue of Nolle and Rig- gan; and the seniors, in a burst of vaudeville, ridiculed compulsory meeting. Hauri ' s script involved excellent parodies of conspicuous faculty with Don Knight ' s gentle hoofing; and when Douglas Steere I Dick Freedberg ) commmied with the (ieus ex machina. divine will joined with the anti-Meeting forces to deliver what should have been a decisive blow for fifth-day free- dom. At least, they won the prize. Pacje 105 ATHLETICS bj Pago 106 Beyond those sports which rely on purely individual skills are those — football, soccer, basketball, cricket and baseball — which in- volve a certain amount of coopera- tion among players. For the pur- pose of classification the Record has decided to divide local sports on this basis. Such a division into team and individual sports is not imaginary, however, but concep- tual. ' ■ MCflrg Page 107 Tying together diverse individ- ual players, seniors through fresh- men, skilled athletes and letter- seeking diehards, is a spirit which alone yields the essence of the team. This spirit, hidden but real in its intensity, unites the whole. Beginning with the mutual enthu- siasm for a particular sport, there follows the knowledge of another ' s skills in relation to one ' s own, recognition of the limitations of human capabilities, and the com- mon appreciation of a cooperative intercollegiate effort. In the face of stiff competition, eight o ' clock classes, examinations, other extra- curricular activities including loy- alties to Bryn Mawr, and bad food, stands the team: a group unity as much present off as on the playing field. Local experts argue that tlie Haverford athlete, plagued by these pressures and demands, hardly has time for training and rest. Consequently he is generally in poorer athletic shape than his opponents. This lack of individual conditioning must often account for losses in the individual sports. In team sports, however, wheie logically these infirmities might be expected to compound themselves numerically, the experts fail to take notice. 1iere the emphasis is upon cooperation and functional unity it is suggested that such indi- vidual conditioning, or lack of it, might not be as instrumental in ensuring victories. Page 109 ' Ifilt. '  .-« $ ' • Such an argument, however, is erroneous both in regard to the supposed lack of conditioning for team sports and in its implication that team sports, or perhaps any sport, should be judged by a criterion of victory. If the success of local team sports were thus measured the results would be far from pleasing. Midway through its season, the basketball team had surpassed the total number of wins accounted for by the rest of Haver- ford ' s teams up to that time. By the end of the season the basket- ball squad ' s total of nine victories set a goal which not even the addi- tion of spring wins was likely to match. If team sports do have an essence therefore, we submit (hopefully) that the criterion of analysis must lie elsewhere. Page 113 Here we have a group of from 5 to 11 individuals; their substi- tutes; a coach, perhaps his assist- ants; a captain, manager, and trainer ; three months of practices, drills and scrinmiages on a field or a court; occasional ' ' skill talks , and a pre-game, so-called training meal of roast beef, potato, toast and tea. Although it is composed of individuals, characterized by their personal idiosyncracies and determined by their particular skills, the character of the team is such that it encompasses all these qualities — and more. Team cap- tains Jenks, Snider, Erb and Frei- lich represent their squads, but the unity of the team partakes of all its members. Thus the team does not develop into an in group which odiously dominates campus life. The indi- viduals concerned participate sep- arately in their own areas of the campus community, but they are augmented by their tacit under- standing of their common relation to those immediately as well as remotely involved. Knowledge, confidence, and self assurance which hopefully leads to self- awareness characterize each mem- ber of a particular squad. One ' s success, whether in his studies, his activities, or on the field, strenoth- ens the team ' s security; his failure passes beyond himself to the group. The actions of each one reflect the whole. And the whole team, sharing an identity with the collese community, thus goes be- yond itself to the point where even attendance may be included as a criterion for appreciating the es- sence of teeun sports. Page 114 As the Haverford athlete is often physically outclassed, his sup- posedly superior mind tries to outsmart his opponent. In hoping to fool the enemy, however, the Mainliners are prone to underesti- mate their opposition and out- smart themselves. (Yet confidence remains. ) Plays, originally con- ceived by the coaches and thor- oughly practiced by the players yield the initial security, but once formulated, the confidence re- mains. With this initial impetus towards self-assurance, the best of the teams improvise their own plays as the game situations de- mand them. Perhaps the ability for improvisation of plays would be the best criterion for judging team sports. Only the continual anticipation of a teammate ' s moves can result in the final unity and essence of teamwork. Neither photographs of squads nor summarizing articles on each team can capture this essence. De- spite the representative individ- uals, team unity lies essentially within itself and defies analysis. One can only vaguely apprehend this by pointing to a team ' s organ- ization or perlia]is enumerating its achiexements. If Haverford ' s athletic program exists merely to keep the body fit so that the mind can function most etiiciently and to provide a diver- sion from academic pressure, then the suggestion made last year by senior led Hauri that a chopping block would serve these purposes just as efficiently as a full-blown athletics program is probably a valid one. But many in the college community have long held that such a program is integrally in- volved in the development and education of the student. Yet others criticize this argument as being a stock answer which has no validity if pushed to any further specification. Wherein lies this educational value? At Haverford, the primary em- phasis seemingly must be upon the individual separated from any group context as he pursues his academic career in the highly com- petitive framework requisite of any school of high scholastic standing. Yet also requisite to a complete education in the present era is the ability to know one ' s place within a larger framework, and it seems unlikely that the Haverford student would find this training in the academic sphere. Recognizing this. Dr. Courtney Smith in an address to his Swarth- more Alumni in 1960 noted that. In a college that values individ- ualism, and seeks out individual- ists, and encourages them in so many significant ways, I think we tend to forget that teamwork can be a virtue, too. Dr. Smith was here defending the value of ath- letics at Swarthmore. Athletics in general would seem to fulfill many of the requirements of an activity which would de- mand of individual abilities in order to foster the siniiolh work- ing of the whole: ie. the dominant Platonic notion of each man ful- filling his function in order to fulfill himself and in order that the State may fulfill itself. More spe- cifically, however, it appears that this educational end mav better be j Page 118 ! f Page 119 achieved in the individual sport, which includes the cross country, track, wrestling, tennis, golf, and swimming teams, than in the team sport because optimally the team members in a team sport be- come so interdependent that the self in its relation to the larger whole is lost in the emphasis on group identification. It is in the ' ' individual sport that the athlete can best see and know himself within the whole. This is so be- cause it is in the individual sport that the carefully delineated individual responsibilities most evidently effect the group success. An athlete who. for example competes in track events, knows pretty clearly how much his suc- cess or failure in those two events will effect the success or failure of his team. Within the context of his own event he is truly alone, and there is probably no greater feel- ing of one ' s total reliance on him- self than at the starting line of a track event. In these individual events each athlete has exactlv the same forces with which to contend, and because of this the transfer- ing or projecting of the reason for defeat into other people or into other causes liecomes nearl im- possible. This is surely much truer of the individual sport than of the team sport where interdependence is so great that rationalization can be so convincing. And this is an important educational aspect since as long as one transfers his com- ])arative success or failure unto others, he does not know his own capabilities, does not know himself. 4 „ -V-X m:  - ■ . . — ■K iAyfl ' 1 ■ i 1 t wmL flKJf ' ' ' L PKIf hl Ql y i2 L rr.iP M ■ ,.,-t- •«- M«E?r - ? ' r ' «3 ;■■  -L ' ' ..i. -■ ' ' ■ Ti p? — MHP When the event is over, the results of the individual effort become a part of the larger con- text, the team score. Now the athlete can clearly see how his own efforts effect the success of that team of which he is in direct rela tion. There are those who be- lieve that the individual sport teams are an aggregate of persons of different abilities who compete for themselves and feel no real loyalty of relation to the team. Un- doubtedly this can often be the case. But more often, the fact that every one knows what his respon- sibilities are allows the team feel- ing to jell without the underlying jealousies and animosities which frequently lie beneath the surface of team sports. When this is the case, the individual sport can be the medium for the optimal group- individual relation. L .i ' S iB fe. ' ?-%, Page 124 The fact that the individual and his own special abilities and traits are really brought to fruition in the individual sport can best be shown by the way in which dif- ferent personality characteristics stand out as individual athletes prepare for and compete in their events. Those who are the most sure of themselves in their event often are the ones who achieve best, and this becomes a growing assurance as success breeds greater self-confidence. Mike Spring and Norm Pearlstine, this year ' s best wrestlers with 4-2-1 records are examplary of that. Dave Leonard ' s calm. Quaker self-assurance is evi- denced in his approach to swim- ming competition. There are those for whom success comes only as the result of persistent and deter- mined practice. Frank Pollard ' s growing abilitv on the cinders and Ed Hartman ' s hard and heavy work-outs demonstrate something innate in their p e r s o n a 1 i t v make-up. Above and bevond the philoso- phising. 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