Lowell Technological Institute - Pickout Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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weekend. Claude Thornhill journeyed to Cumnock for the All-Tech Week- end. Hell week occurred as usual, keeping the nurse quite busy. A Slight Case of Murder was performed, the frats enjoyed their formals, the Senior Stag put on Social Pro, and Upstream Day was the usual blast. Finals came and went ; so did we. For the last year, we hoped, the class of ' 56 trudged back to the Yellow Mill. We were now seniors and would be soon turned loose to en- lighten the world. Freshmen gazed at us in admiration, and wondered at our carefree attitude? We spent ever so many hours in Finishing and actually learned to sew. Many yards of fabric were ruined. We also had some conflagrations. Huh ? Robbie hacked his way thru the Molly Maguires unions, and life in general. Interviews took 50% of our time, and we enjoyed being wined and dined on second interviews. Job offers started rolling in, and then began the perplexing task of deciding where to go - if we graduate. The Players went all out and did Mr. Roberts with no holds barred. Lowell Tech made the headlines as Bette Davis and husband Gary Merrill were guests of the Players. Cumnock Hall was actually filled to capacity, the applause was thunderous. The cast did an excellent job in a production which will long be remembered. Our Senior Stag had arrived. We grabbed our mugs, and hurried off to our respective frat houses. Fellowship was everywhere, the floors, the walls, the ceiling. We made the rounds again and again until we could no longer find our way. Such a night we had, never seen before. When we awoke the following morning (heaven only knows how we got to bed) our heads were in real poor shape. However, this was no day for sack, it was Upstream Day. Off we went to Canobie Lake. The Senior-Faculty game, the wild roller coaster, and the great chicken pie. Everyone was having a ball. Marty even took off his tie. The next day we were back to classes, but muffled moans and curses were everywhere. The Dean (or was it someone above?) had thrust his mighty shaft. DK, Phi Psi, and O Pi were on Pro due to the Senior stag. We were not given a chance to explain or discuss the charges. This is what really made us bitter. Oh well, just like the old days, L.T.I, never changes. Finals hit us for the last time. Then we waited for the results. Were we doomed to another year at Lowell Tech? Some of us were, but 60 made the grade. The Baccalaureate was here. We donned caps and gowns, and listened to Dr. Teikmanis speak on Religion in an Age of Science . After a buffet luncheon we again donned our caps and gowns for the zero hour was near. Before we knew it, we had marched down the aisle, Robert Cutler had finished his address, the awards so justly deserved were given. We now- received that precious sheepskin Joe Smith, B.S. sounded mighty im- pressive. Fame and fortune were not far away. The troops were then com- missioned lieutenants in the USAF, lucky guys? After a seventh inning stretch , we received the charge from President Marty. Never had he aid more, in so few words. Then it was over. We marched out in silence as the organ refused to mutter a sound. Oh well, music is only a minor detail at L.T.I, anyway. We shook hands with classmates and swapped best wishes for future success. Some classmates we would never see again. We were all going our separate ways - industry, military life, and some to grad school. As we now look back over the last four years, one can ' t help but smile about the gay weekends, parties, finals, lectures, labs and floor shows. These memories will always be with the class of ' 56, no matter where we go in search of fame and fortune. Maybe someday we will return for a class reunion at our dear old A ' ma Mater, and who knows, maybe we will send our kids to Lowell Tech.

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