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Mitchell College - Thames Log Yearbook (New London, CT)

 - Class of 1974

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Chamberlain - Secretarial Studies 'YY iff' 1 7 2 , I Q . ,,'4L.Y . :Lo , S wx sf ' v ffl' :Q :- , ,cfluxqs xt N Suzanne V. Chapman - English and German Alfred E. Fiegel - Business Acting Department Head L, lu-...M Marc H. Goldsmith - English Acting Department Head james I. Grant - Physical Education .J ik. --eg l Victorj. Grasso - Business Thomas W. Hatfield - Natural Science Department Head . fl Harry R, Hazard - Physical Science Department Head Donald B. Helms - Psychology 1 -4.....r f.. 1 Irving W. Hopkins - Natural Science james L. Lennox - Physical Education I V - A - K ' I , Zvi- . .l i . . f ,i :z ya H? x 1 if ' W U N-ft 3 Virginia L. Magee - Natural Science George A. Mugge - History Department Head jennifer O'Donnell - Music and Speech Fran Pinhey - Physical Education if-.,..,,, Ephraim P. Rivard - Mathematics and Engineering Department Head Susan B. Strahn - Mathematics 5 at Richard J. Ruth - History E William A. Temple - Librarian Department Head jeffrey Tumer - Psychology, Director of Student Activities tl C. Douglas Yarnall - Physical Education Department Head .Q-1---1' QS X W AXE' R ...- Associate Faculty Carolyn F. Antonelli - Spanish john Arrigan - Child Psychology A Robert G. Boggs - Dynamics Edward Croteau - Mathematics I Peter Devine H Art 5 john Donnellan - Mathematics 2 Patricia Finn - Psychology Q i Charles Gerber - Engineering Drawing Murry Grusltin - Business Law john P. Lanza - Accounting Doris Levinson - Psychology john Merrill - Mathematics 2 joseph W. Naab - Physics Ronald Passalugo - Accounting Gary W. Root - Accounting Bernard Ryack - Psychology Leila Shepard - Psychology Frederic S. Smith - English Rebecca Troland - French Harold Wallman - Chemistry Z Captain Naab demonstrates a Physics experiment. ,ggi fs ,kwzlj Q. Mrs, Troland listens in the language Lab. A ,,.,,..m-If , Mr, Gerber at end of a Drawing lesson The Dispensary and Nursing Staff , KL, - W .,- ,.p- N .V Gardner, Head Nu t Library Staff Assistants to Mr. Temple Mary D,Angelo, left Barbara Caruso, below left Ann Griffith, below righ W 'iff QM I Secretarial Staff Elizabeth Foley - Secretary to the President Marjorie Chandler - Secretary to the Dean 'lm-ou-.......,,,, Y Diane jameson - Secretary to the Registrar Marjorie Hesney - Receptionist Patricia Sheehan - Secretary to the Director of Admissions Book Store Ann Klcckner - Manager Bursars Marion Van Wagner Head Bursar Nanqf Giomi Assistant Bursar Maintenance Staff 1 l M Vn.. ,AT L nninn f UIUC f 1 fX-A ' 71. 'L A nnnn l Hunt - 'v-hm . ' ,.....-:Q ,, ..-...... , . .mi A J' William Wfhitc - Head of Maintenance tfilk Q Q, 4i.n fb ' gi 5 . .V k - 1 mv ri Y ' gf , Y. .V 1 l .. l n :vim -f J If'fiAP ' pr- ii vi 4 i i 'EW f' ' K ' ' n ' f -Q A. . . aw? L - 'fw N. Q- .3,,,:- A l i . .-W as 55351 . wigww 54 wah Qi ,sg R A? 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The Gallup organization re- ported Thursday that in its most recent nationwide survey . .Tn-r cent oftthe more n in rvi ed p j alfoutewthe n ' enty-six per e F in is still the , em. 1 :en The domi- g Americans in , vey since late M , l hen the viet- p elttleingnt Wa r 1973, Gallup B nt Tvgofried mghst - . a was e rtion of people :ern about th'e l the 38-year his- All. :tion with govem- ' UD e,1S3E'PPfi2 in Emi' 55 Speed Limit Could Slash 'Road Deaths W IX 6 Ufgef cgi P12516 Music, Lights u,,'f'S 20, 'ds U115-day CUPIJ B I Safety Council ank NEW M Y0 anhattan gZIgk9,4pj Ommur with energy K area ers in 3 t Q1-ested fflpm ca 'ffm Comput Cgmmrlzl p ,lah el. Ca em Causing Fits laying! The LONDON fAPl leaders in the south London ll o l borough of Merton have been '11 told to dim the psycliedel' lights and blaring pop for fear it will ha HugTiii3fiif5r,S Girl Has Mind of Own BY B03 THOMAS for tournaments. 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A l ,V Sf . ,,'9fe6, 01 G00 Aye, SENIORS - ' of? f2v.',.'?o,-'7'59f,f'f 3'o,4'?7 ' X Ji. Hari, fa vu 'bc X - f :5:-is is f i :'p:fw-rw' H '-gf.,i-Q, -. f ,, 'S- In Fair Weather and Foul, We Made the Scene. 22 and More Bicycles Were Used We were Dampened by Thick and Cold New London Fog, As Gasoline Became More Scarce. J. , .. , W Class of 1974 Francis T. Armey Kathleen A. Auwood Lynn C. Bagley Henry Barletta Basil Bames jeffrey J. Barone Deirdre A. Bates Dennis N. Bennet Ira Blonder Keith F. Bolles Richard P. Boucher Patricia Brown Hopewell H. Budd Robert T. Conrad Patrice Curran Nancy E. Dolan V73 Maria G. Caravella Gail M. Collis Ruth B. Copelin Donna L. D'Angelo Carolyn M. Eccleston Stephen j. Corbett Q- 7 Janice A. DeBiasi Stephen C. Fanelli Jeanette A. Fehskens Marianne Foggio Pamela K. Ganacoplos Jef f Greiner Don L. Filkins Nancy R. Frechette W' W A Thomas H. Finnegan Paul H. Freedman Patricia A. Geruso Marilyn A. Gilbert ii 5 ' Charles R. Harwood Thomas M. Horan Patty j. Hughes William R. Hume Kathleen M. Hum Mahmoud R. Husein Carol jachmann john jackson Barbara J. .Ioumey R W 11- joseph Krakol Phyllis R. LaPenna Barbara A. Levy . ...Q Colleen A. Lynch Q-wi john YV . Madigan -lj! . fr l V if . .f 9 ,V .f lJ john F. McDonald Gary M. Miskiewicz V. K ww ' ia 4 -M--f john P. Lynch Daniel B. Mara Mary L. McKenzie Douglas B. Merrill Susan E. Monteleone Kathleen V. Norton Dennis M. O,Shea Leslie L. Pope Gerald W. Putz X af Terri L. Rabun Gordon H. Riella Robin I. Rogers 15.3 Robert -I. Sardo john G. Schultz Benjamin L Shires Stephen P. Silvia Christine A. Sofinowski Albertj. Sokaitis Anthony R. Spinnato Rosemary M. Stietz Michael A. Stone Linda M. Tambasco Elizabeth -I. Tilton Susan E. Usher David C. Walker Thomas G. XVi1son Audrey Winthrop Lynn R. Wolfkeil Arends, Robert D. - 180 Bernhard St., San Nic., Aruba, N.A. Armey, Francis T. - 31 Crescent St., Duxbury, Mass. 02332 Auwood, Kathleen A. - 184 Old Norwich Rd., Quaker Hill, Ct. 06375 Bagley, Lynn C. - 35 South St., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Barletta, Henry J. - 17 Pitney Ave., New Providence, NJ. 07474 Barnes, Basil E. - 624 E. 54th St., Brooklyn, N.Y. 11205 Bates, Dierdre A. - 30 Union Ave., Center Moriches, N.Y. 11934 Bennett, Dennis N. - 77 Maple Ave., North Haven, Ct. 06473 Blonder, Ira A. - 20 Washburn Rd., New London, Ct. 06320 Bolles, Keith F. - 10 West High St., East Hampton, Ct. 06424 Boulher, Richard P. - 67 Osgorme St., Danbury, Ct. 06810 Brenner, Frederick J. - 17 Fowler Ct., New London, Ct. 06320 Brentlinger, Debra I. - 31 Attawan Dr., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Brookes, Virginia K. - 9 Mill St., Westfield, Ma. 01085 Brown, Patricia A. - 32 East Silver St., Westfield, Ma. 01085 Buck, George D. - 42 Erwin Pk. Rd., Montclair, NJ. 07042 Butler, Carola - 130 South St., Northboro, Ma. 01552 Senior Director Campbell, Deborah A. - 140 La Salle Ave., Kenmore, N.Y. 14217 Colby, Glenn O. - 32 Pattagansett Dr., East Lyme, cf. 06333 Coleman, Madge C. - 165 Willetts Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Collis, Gail M. - 70 Fieldstone Dr., Basking Ridge, NJ. o793o Conrad, Robert T. - 117 S. 12th Ave., Coatesville, Pa. 19320 Corbett, Steven J. - 20 McElaney Dr., Niantic, Ct. 06357 D'Angelo, Donna L. - 12 Fowler Ct., New London, Ct. 06320 DeBiasi,Janice A. - 93 Ridgewood Ave., Waterford, Ct. 06385 DeMallie, Robert W. - 87 Cross Hwy., Westport, Ct. 06880 Dipsiner, Steve A. - 125 George Rd., Emerson, NJ. 07630 Dixon, Christopher B. - 543 Ocean Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Dolan, Nancy E. - 65 Dawes Ave., Hamden, Ct. 06517 Drake, Tracey L. - 87 Riverside Dr., Ridgefield, Ct. 06877 Dudley, John C. -- 44 Holly La., Darien, Ct. 06820 Eccleston, Carolyn M. - 32 Home St., New London, Ct. 06520 Emmanuel, Kairon - Conway Castles, St. Lucia Fanelli, Stephen G. - Devils Hopyard Rd., Lyme, Ct. 06371 Farmer, Theda A. - Box 580B RFD 4, Ledyard, Ct. 06339 Fehskens, Jeanette A. - 1 Cindy Lane, Norwalk, Ct. 06851 Filkins, Don L. - 542 Laurel St., Longmeadow, Ma. 01106 Finnegan, Thomas H. - Pepperidge Ave., Westbrook, Ct. 06498 Foggio, Marianne - 71 White Oak Dr., South Orange, NJ. 07079 Fonicello, Steve A. - 846 Long Hill, Guilford, Ct. 06437 Frechette, Nancy - 28 Cleveland St., New London, Ct. 06320 Freedman, Paul H. - 30 Marcus Rd., Sharon Ms. 02067 Ganacoplos, Pamela C. - 109 Broad St., Groton, Ct. 06340 Geruso, Patricia A. - 10 Allen O'Neil1 Dr., Darien, Ct. 06820 Giansanti, Alfonso N. - 14 White Birch Cir., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Gilbert, Marilyn A. - Mohackemo Dr., Norwalk, Ct. 06850 Gilbert, Scott C. - 30 Rathbon Rd., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Gloede,James C. - Yankee Hill Rd., Ridgefield, Ct. 06577 Going, Jonathan P. - RFD if 5, Norwich, Ct. 06360 Gorra, Edward C. - 78 Longview St., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Greiner,Jeff S. - 21 Eastfield La., Huntington, N.Y. 11746 Guimond, Sara H. - 6 Flanders Rd., Niantic, Ct. 06353 Gwozde, Richard B. - 81 Cliff St., Norwich Ct. 06360 Haase, Frederick P. - 5 Kings Path, Braelle, NJ. 08730 Haleftiras, Pericles - 120 Riverview Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Hartenstine, Raymond H. - 20 Kimble Ct., Pompton Pl., NJ. 07444 Harwood, Charles R. - 135 Old Mill Rd., Middletown, Ct. 06457 Hennessy, Timothy S. - 1 Pink Cloud La., Norwalk, Ct. 06551 Holland, Gregory H. - Vansten Rd,, Cutchoque, N.Y. 11935 Horan, Thomas M. - 12 Brookline Rd., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Hughes, Patty J. - P.O. Box 174, Marietta, Ohio 45750 Hughes, Thomas J. - 57 Faire Harbour Pl., New London, Ct. 06320 Hume, William P. - 53 Gorton St., New London, Ct. 06320 Hunt, Kathleen M. - 149 Winlder Rd., Warehouse Pt., Ct. 06088 Husein, Mahmoud P. - P.O. Box 13301, Kuwait lllinger, Joseph C. - 43 Glenwood Pl., New London, Ct. 06320 Jachmann, Carol - 621 Waterview Rd., Rd., Oceanview, N.Y. 11572 Jackson,John V. - Box 584, Riverhead, N.Y. 1 1901 Journey, Barbara J. - Rt. 169, Brooklyn, Ct. 06234 1 Katzman, Randy - 38 Buff La., Hillsdale, NJ. Kelly, Gregory J. - 51 Sherbrooke Dr., Florham Pk., NJ. 07932 Kivlin, Nancy E. - 214 Shore Rd., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Krakol,Joseph - 12 Church St., Windsor Locks, Ct. 06096 Kutzner, Kurt J. - Bethmour Rd., Bethany, Ct. 06525 Lahrenein, Hildreth B. - Marchand Rd., Castries, St. Lucia LaPenna, Phyllis - 66 Crest St., Wethersfield, Ct. 06109 Lee, James E. - 136 Trafalgar St., Rochester, N.Y. 14619 Levy, Barbara A. - 405 Elm Dr., Roslyn, N.Y. 11576 Longo, Robin J. - 823 Bridge St., Suffield, Ct. 06078 Lynch, Colleen A, -- 204 Hazzard Ave., Enfield, Ct. 06082 Lynch,John P. - 30 Oxford St., Hartford, Ct. 06015 Madigan,John W.,Jr. - 120 Mallaso, Farmington, Ct. 06032 Maiolo, Thomas R. - U.S.A. LD! 6, American Embassy Mara, Daniel B. - 6 Oak St., Groton Long Pt., Ct. 06340 Markijohn, Gail M. - 345 Poore Rd., Conneaut, Ohio 44030 McKenzie, Mary L. - 40 Oak Ridge Gate, Danbury, Ct. 06810 Merrill, Douglas B. - 44 Hartford Ave., Madison, Ct. 06443 Miskiewicz, Gary M. - 172 Old Canterbury Tpk., Norwich, Ct. 06360 Monshine, Stuart C. - 25 Angeloi La., Bayshore, N.Y. 11706 Monteleone, Susan E. - Hope St., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Morgello, Paula L. - 202 Roxbury Rd., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Murray, Brian E. -- 306 Davis Ave., Keamy, NJ. 07032 Norton, Kathleen V. - 2136 Kenilworth Ave., Willmette, Ill. 60091 O'Shea, Dennis M. - 200 Christopher, Montclair, N.J. 07042 Pare, Edmond B. - RFD if 2, N. Bowich, MC. 03906 Peter, Edward E. --Jr. -- Rancalas, Burlington, NJ. 08016 Pope, Leslie L. - 1 Alewife Rd., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Pringle, Albert W. - 42 Royal Duke Dr., Norwich, Ct. 06360 Putz, Gerald W. - Mile Hill Rd., Rockville, Ct. 06066 Rabun, Terry L. - 52 Riverview Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Riella, Gordon H. - 24 Sixth Ave., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Robinson, SandraJ. - 2 C Gallup Hill Rd., Ledyard, Ct. 06339 Roderich, David M.,Jr. - 550 Squaw Run Rd., Pittsburgh, Pa. 15238 Rogers, Robin I. - 64 Walter Ct., Commack N.Y. l 1725 ., Sanders, Douglas J. - 232 Fairview Ave., Englewood Cliffs, NJ. 07632 Sardo, Robert J. - 48 Cherry Hill Rd., Norwich, Ct. 06360 Schmitthenner, William A. - cfo Gossenlinks, 307 Hope St., Providence, R.l. 02906 Schultz,John G. - 78 Old Lyme Rd., Chappaqua, N.Y. 10541 Shires, Benjamin O. - 8617 Fitto Rd., Mansfield, Ct. 06230 Silvia, Stephen P. - Pine St., Box 301, Vineyard Haven, Ma. 02568 Sm1th,JeromeJ. - 15 Shadyside Ave., Summit, NJ. 07901 Snyder, Howard A. - 7 Hancock Rd., Bronxville, N.Y. 10708 Sofinowski, Christine A. - 12 State St., Westfield, Ma. 01085 Sokaitis, Albert - 55 Treat Rd., Wethersfield, Ct. 06109 Sordell, Michael G. - 140 Squire Mill Rd., Upper Montclair, NJ. 07043 Spear, Roger H. - 631 Hopemeadow St., Simsbury, Ct. 06070 Spinnato, Anthony R. - 76 Eastwood Rd., Groton, Ct. 06340 Stietz, Rosemary M. - 158-36 103rd St., Howard Beach, N.Y. 11414 Stone, Michael A. - 15 Bay View Ave, Swampscott, Ma. 01907 Strauss, Edward P. - 14 Mayflower Pkwy. Westport, Ct. 06880 9 Surprise, Steve W. - 13 Clover La., Westport, Ct. 06880 Tambasco, Linda M. - 3 Gerard Pl,, Maplewood, NJ. 07040 Tarasevich, Jean - Box 510, Charleston, R.l. 02813 Tibus, Verin V. - 38 Indigo St., Mystic, Ct. 06355 Tilton, Elizabeth J. - 476 Pepper Ridge, Stamford, Ct. 06905 Turgeon, Glenn R. - 80 Mitchell St., Groton, Ct. 06340 Usher, Susan E. - 112 Prudence Dr., Stamford, Ct. 06907 Verios, Spiros - 165 Main St., Hempstead, N.Y. 11550 Walker, David C. - 88 Brookview Rd., Windsor, Ct. 06095 Ward, Kathryn A. - River Rd., Pawcatuck, Ct. 02891 Webb, Charles E. - 4924 East Crestwood, Little Rock, Ark, 72207 Weber, David E. - 12 West Arch, Pawcatuck, Ct. 02891 Welch, Keiver T. - 45 Douglas Lane, Waterford, Ct. 06385 Wertz,-Ioane M. - 3 Hillcrest Rd., Mendham, NJ. 07945 Whitehead, Thomas J. - 53-52 72nd Pl., Woodside, N.Y. 11378 Williamson, Raymond E. - 20 Maple, Ludlow, Ma. 01056 Wilson, Thomas G. - Knifeshop Rd., Northfield, Ct. 06778 Winthrop, Audrey - 2 Dicks Lane, Roslyn N.Y. 11576 Wolfkiel, Lynn R. - 1 Cannondale Dr., Danbury, Ct. 06810 Zelkin, Scott H. - 40 Westomere Ter., New London, Ct. 06320 I know, Brian, a reflex is a reflex, but if you touch me there again with that thing, I shall screamf' Alcantara, Hector V. - 69 Calendula, Mexico, D.F. 21 Allyn,Jonathan F. - 153 Ottis, Hingham, Ma. 02043 Al-Najem, Najem M. - Kuwait Amato,Joseph M. - 20 Merriman Rd., Wethersfield, Ct. 06109 Aptekar, Steven M. - 52 Harvey Dr., Short Hills, NJ. 07078 Arrindell, Dennis L. - 41 Avery La., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Avellan,Julio H. - 76 Main St., Hackensack, NJ. 07601 Agresti, Vincent A. - 47 Tuxedo Rd., Montclair, N.J. 07092 Alireza, Ebrahim M. - P.O. Box 8, Jedar, Saudi Arabia Baker, Nadine L. - 47 Williams St., New London, Ct. 06320 Bamford, David R. - R.D. ii 1, Hickory Hill Rd., Chaddsford, Pa. 19317 Barone, Jeffrey J. - 3 16 Vauxhall St., New London, Ct. 06320 Barry, Lawrence M. -- 29 Brickyard, Clinton, Ct. 06413 Beaupre, Michele M. - 88 Meadow La., Wethersfield, Ct. 06109 Beebe, Patricia L. - 26 Munger Rd., Guilford, Ct. 06437 Belson, Gayle B. - 1 Suffolk Ave., Swampscott, Ma. 01907 Bialowas, Stanley J, - RFD if 5, Norwich, Ct. 06360 Freshman Director Bird, Vicki L. - 42 Monticello Dr., East Lyme, Ct. 06333 Bismore, Roger W. - Main St., E. Brewster, Ma. 02640 Bochenek, Richard S. - 495 High St., New Britain, Ct. 06053 Bodnar, John P. - 483 Barry Dr., Gales Ferry, Ct. 06335 Boom, Michael M. - 9 Santa Rosaweg, Caracao, Neth. Ant. Boucher, Thomas J. - 54 Walnut Rd., Barrington, R.I. 02890 Brandi, Timothy B. - 17 Tisdale, Scarsdale, N.Y. 10583 Bree, Kathleen E. - 17 Southard Ave., Rockville Center, N.Y. 11570 Britton,Joanne - 74 Timber Trl., Manchester, Ct. 06040 Brown, Karen L. - 43 Bush Hill Dr., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Brown, Sue A. - Cedar Ct., Laurel, N.Y. 11948 Brown, William F. - Beebe Rd., Norwich, Ct. 06360 Brubaker, Roy G. - 128 Green Village Rd., Madison, NJ. 07940 Bryan, Broden D. - 26 Runn Mede Rd., Chatham, NJ. 07928 Bubbico, Mary Lou - 55 Purchase St., Rye, N.Y. 10580 Budd, Hopewell H. - 42 Alderman St., Springfield, Ma. 01108 Buehler, Jeffrey A. - 462 Channing Ave., Westfield, NJ. 07090 Burghardt, Edward R. - 1462 E. 89 St., Brooklyn, N.Y. 11236 Burke, John S. - 1185 Park Ave., New York N.Y. 10028 Butcher, Susan M. - 109 Ardmore St., Hamden, Ct. 06517 Byrne, Michael F. - 22 Dunwoodia Pl., Greenwich, Ct. 06830 Cammereb, Robert - P.O. Box 162, Larraime Ct., Allenwood, NJ. Callegari, Mary A. - 7 Connshire Dr., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Canavella, Maria G. - 277 Madison St., Fitchburg, Ma. 01420 Cavagrara, Jeffrey S. - 110 High St., Hingham, Ma. 02043 Cavalier, Richard - 13 Willow St., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Chapman, Bryan B. - 109 Island View, Mystic, Ct. 06355 Chapman, Patricia A. - 164 Shore Ave., Groton, Ct. 06340 Charbonheau, Robert A. - 36-39 Mariner St. Seaford, Long Island, N.Y. Chemaly, Gladys - 1 Mozartstraat, Orangestad, Aruba, N.A. Chiz, Richard F. - 3 Beachwood Road, Niantic, Ct. 06357 Cirangne, Gregory E. - 7 Norman Rd., Montclair, NJ. 07043 Cobb, Lori L. - Box 231, RFD 43, Lebanon, NJ. 08833 Cohen, Randy S. - 120 Ashlye Ct., Cherry Hill, NJ. osoos Cook, Paula E. - 91 Deucreux Terr., Marblehead, Ma. 01945 Copelin, Ruth B. - Rt. 184, No. Stonington, Ct. 06359 Croeze, Johannes C. - Macciarima 76, Santa Cruz, Aruba, Neth. Ant. Cross, Edward M. - 100 Perkins St., Springfield, Ma. 01 118 Cunningham, Edward M. - 6703 West Franklin St., Richmond, Va. 23226 Curran, Patrice - 97 Horseshoe Rd., Guilford, Ct. 06437 D'Alonzo, Dominick - 69 Bogart Ave., Poi ' Wash., N.Y. 11050 Dawson, Mary E. - 230 Pequash Ave., Cutchoque, N.Y. 11935 Debaetano, J. Robert -- 39 Pattagansett Dr., East Lyme, Ct. 06333 Deltgen, Eric P. - 12 Glenwood Pl., New London, Ct. 06320 Devine, Nancy M. - 462 Pequot Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 DiMaggio, Craig L. - 15 Pleasant St., New London, Ct. 06320 Dineen,James B. - 15 Brougham Dr., Penfield, N.Y. 14526 Dodd, James P. - 57 Ledgefield Dr., Morris Plains, NJ. Downing, M. Johanna - 531 Prince St., Bordentown, N.J. 08505 Dubinsky,John A. - 27 Rockwood Ave., Ansonia, Ct. 06401 Dunn, Sheila C. - 7282 A Fox Mills Lane, Village Green, Mentor Ave., Mentor, Ohio 44060 Eldridge, Patricia J. - 41 Bush Hill Dr., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Farris, Alicia L. - 14 Del de Fontainbleau, Waterloo, Belgium 1410 Fazzina, Stephanie A. - 70 Woodside Rd., Guilford, Ct. 06437 Firth, Mary S. - 297 Redmond Rd., South Orange, NJ. 07079 Fischer, David J. - 1050 Fifth Ave., N.Y. City, N.Y. 10028 Fisher, Diane M. - 37 Homestead Ave., Garden City, N.Y. 11530 'le' ng,James E. - 90 Starr Hill Rd., Gr Jton, Ct. 06340 Florio, Michael F. - 24 Webster Ave., N. Massapequa, N.Y. 11758 Fouladi, Allahyar - 11 42nd St., N.Y., N.Y. 10036 Frechette, Barbara F. - 7 East St., Foxboro, Ma. 02035 Freer, Nancy G. - 1581 Round Swamp Rd., Plainview, N.Y. 11803 Gaccione, Laura J. - 24 East Ave., Westerly, R.I. 02891 Gale, Richard J. - 2050 Emerson Ave., Union, NJ. 07083 Gerham, Frank J. - Lincoln Ave., Port Chester, N.Y. 10573 Gesner, Gale - 12 Burrows St., Mystic, Ct. 06353 Goodman, Rebecca - 42 Northrop Rd., West Haven, Ct. 06516 Grayboff, Brian J. - 50 Viscount Rd., Longmeadow, Ma. 01106 Griffiths, Wendi L. - Otrs. if 4, New London Lab, New London, Ct. 06320 Guarascio, Lorna F. - 24 9th St., Derby, Ct. 06418 Gutzke, Rik K. - 426 Lane, Hinsdale, Ill. 60521 Haders, Stephen R. - 100 High St., Mystic, Ct. 06355 Hage, Afif H. - 7 Connecticut Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Hamad, Lafi A. - Kuwait Hantman, Eva L. - Hantman Lane, Norwich, Ct. 06360 Harris, Susan L. - 549 Baylor Ave., Riverdale, N.J. 07675 Harrison, Michael W. - 14 Arlen Rd., Westport, Ct. 06880 Hayden, Christine A. - RFD ii 3, Blood St Old Lyme, Ct. 06371 Heinrich, Susan M. - 1177 N. Main St., West Hartford, Ct. 06117 Heneghan,John A. - 15 Hollister St., Manchester, Ct. 06040 Hengber, Richard G. - 251 Newbridge Rd., New Milford, NJ. 07646 Heryla, Michael J.,Jr. - 56 Freeman Ave., Norwich, Ct. 06360 Hilinski, Mark D. - 789 Arden Rd., Jenkintown, Pa. 19046 Hills, Norman R. - 115 Center, Wethersfield, Ct. 06109 Horvitz, David - 854 Madison St., Fall River, Ma. 02720 Howard, Michael O. - 34 Lake Ave., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Hriczko, Michael J. - 952 East St., Suffield, Ct. 06078 Huffer, Karen L. - 43 Bush Hill Dr., Niantic, Ct. 06357 Hull, David E. - 161 W. Church St., Seymour, Ct. 06483 Ibanez, Alfredo J. - 65 Fair St., Hackensack, NJ. 07601 Impelliteri, Nora K. - 17 Senkow Dr., Quaker Hill, Ct. 06375 Isleib, John W.,Jr. - 131 Beechwoods Dr., Madison, Ct. 06443 Johnson, Katherine A. - 18 Totoket Rd., Quaker Hill, Ct. 06375 Kadimik, John P. - 11 Elba Ave., Hopatcong, NJ. 07843 Kask, Richard A. - 114 Harding St., Wethersfield, Ct. 06109 Kenny, Maura A. - 23 Parcot Ave., New Rochelle, N.Y. 10801 Kirsipuu, Linda M. - RFD if 1, Box 357, Voluntown, Ct. 06384 Klemm,Jerry M. - 265 Gardner Rd., Ridgewood, NJ. 07450 Konikow, David - 1 Stephen Dr., Englewood Cliffs, NJ. 07632 Kowalczyk, Ann B. - P.O. Box 384, Fishers Island, N.Y. 06390 Kraus, Michael N. - 12 The Glenada, Roslyn, N.J. 11575 Kuhar, William A. - 1543 Eaton Ave., Bethlehem, Pa. 18018 Kutcher, Lise E. - 6 Leone Close, Scarsdale, N.Y. 10583 Kuzbyt, Robert M. - 16 Ranchwood Dr., Trenton, N.J. 08618 Lacle, Chester R. - 2 Schrueder, Oraryestad, Aruba Laming, June R. - 22 Greenacre Ave., Longmeadow, Ma. 01160 Lana, Nick W. - Alto Hatillo-Calle Mirador - QTA Kampa, Caracas Lane, Mary A. - 32 Cedar AVe., Pleasantville,N.Y, 10570 LaRiviere, Ernest R. - Rt. 169, RFD 4312, Lisbon, Ct. 06351 Leonard, Frederick C. - 9 Elm St., Mystic, Ct. 06355 Lincoln, Jeffrey I. - 822 Longmeadow St., Longmeadow, Ma. 01106 Lukin, Lawrence G. - 471 Oakland Ave., Cedarhurst, N.Y. 1 1 5 16 Lung, Frankyleen F. - 43 Stubbs Rd., Evergreen Villa, Az 9th Fl. Hong Kong Mackey, Beatrice A. - 128 Third St., Albany, N .Y. 12210 Magdick, Patricia J. - RFD 5, Box 2117, Gales Ferry, Ct. 06335 Mahoney, Mary-Eve - 29 Aspen Ave., Newton, Ma. 02166 Maiz, Pedro - 710 Tinton Ave., New York, N.Y. 10455 Maloney, Rita M. - 35 Cooper Ave., Wallingford, Ct. 06492 Maksynowicz, Linda A. - Sunset Apts., Lebanon Rd., Colchester, Ct. 06415 March, Carlo P. - 29 Horseshore Rd., Guilford, Ct. 06437 Markewicz, Thomas D. - Rt. 24, Chester, NJ. 07930 Martin, Crozer W. - 519 Stanwich Rd., Greenwich, Ct. 06830 Martyniah, Richard G. - RFD 414, Bricktop, Willimantic, Ct. 06226 Mattus, Gregory P. - 7 Osage Rd., W. Hartford, Ct. 06117 Mazzotta, Anne S. - 685 Pequot Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Meyers, James R. - 122 Pittsford Way, New Providence, NJ. 07474 Miller, Cynthia J. - 505 Borrie Ave., Brielle, NJ. 08730 Mitchell, Ellen K. - Boxwood, Lyme St., Old Lyme, Ct. 06371 Mohamed, Aftab M. - 18 Public Rd., La Penif ance, Georgetown, Guyana Moshinsky, William I. - 922 W. Meadow Dr., Bound Brook, NJ. 08805 Murray,John A. - 17 Westomere Ter., New London, Ct. 06320 Muscarella, Cheryl A. - 128 Bloomingdale Rd., Quaker Hill, Ct. 06375 Muzzy, Susan D. - Montauk Ave., RFD ii 1, Box 70C, Stonington, Ct. 06378 McCallum, Janice E. - George Wash. Tpke., Burlington, Ct. 06085 McDonald, John F., III. - 26 Penn Cove Rd., Niantic, Ct. 06357 McDermott, Kevin P. - Box 333, Mitchell College, New London, Ct. 06320 McLean, Darlene I. - 7 Sixth Ave., Waterford, Ct. 06385 McMahon, Thomas M. - 68 Mallard, Farmington, Ct. 06032 McManus, Edward J. - 24 Park Rd., Simsbury, Ct. 06070 Nauman, Bruce O. - 38 Shore Dr., Huntington, N.Y. 11743 Nelson, Alan C. - 947 Gloucester Ct., Westbury, N.Y. 11590 4 Nevius, Faith A. - Old Chester Rd., Far Hills, NJ. 07931 Newman, Mark A. - 118 Main Ave., Ocean Grove, N.J. 07756 Nims, Mary L. - 44 Meetinghouse Rd., Kensington, Ct. 06037 Norgeat, Suzanne M. - Rock Harbor Rd., Orleans, Ma. 02653 Nugent, Russell F. - 157 N. Wash. Dr., Sarasota, Fla. 33577 Nussbaum, Anne P. - 25 Heights Rd., Ridgewood, N.J. 07450 Olean, Deborah A. - 135 Warren Ave., Seekonk, Ma. 02771 Orchard, Philip S. - 55 Chestnut, Larchmont, N.Y. 10538 Owens, Dan P. - 15 Klondike St., Nashua, N.H. 03060 Pancake, Charles E. - 847 Ocean Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Pandera, Debbie L. - 11 MacKenzie Rd., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Parent, John A. - 61 Alderbrook Lane, West Springfield, Ma. 01089 Parr, David A. - 17 Hilltop Cir., Brookside, NJ. 07926 Parsons, David R.,Jr. - RFD 2, Winsted, Ct. 06098 Patterson, Roberta J. - 2 Prospect St., Mystic, Ct. 06355 Palella, Bebra E. -- 63 Townsend Ave., NewBurgh, N.Y. 12550 Phelps, Donna L. - 2 Vinton Ave., Cranston, R.I. 02920 Plant, William H. - 252 Murray Lane, Guilford, Ct. 06437 Punch, Colleen J. - 482 Derby Milford Rd., Orange, Ct. 06477 Reddy, Susan L. - 68 Ave. A., King's Point, N.Y. 11754 Reed, Margaret L. - 55 Sunnyfield, Windsor, St. 06095 Reichard, Susan E. - 58 Lords Hwy., Weston, Ct. 06880 Reitman, Toby J. - 7 Rosedale Ter., Livingston, NJ. 07039 Ribchinsky, Mark L. - 15 Alewife Rd., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Riley, Marc J. - 51 Maple, Stonington, Ct. 06378 Roemer, Karen-Beth -- P.O. Box 601, Webster, Ma. 01570 Rogers, Margaret D. - 1 Bailey Rd., Old Lyme, Ct. 06371 Rondeau, Ann F. - 147 Evergreen Rd., Cromwell, Ct. 06416 Rose, Steven D, - 2326 Windsor Rd., Alexandria, Va. 22307 Ryan, Sidney F. - Reservoir Rd., E. Otis, Ma. 01029 Schellens, Thomas E. - South Cove Farm, Essex, Ct. 06426 Schlacter, Tracey A. - 6 Wynnridge, Fayetteville, N.Y. 13066 Schmid, Karin L. - Masons Island, Mystic, Ct. 06355 Sears, Robert - 25 State, Guilford, Ct. 06437 Senft, Richard A. - Sill Lane, Old Lyme, Ct. 06371 Shahidi, Esfandiar - 144-63 135 Ave., Flushing, New York, N.Y. 11354 Shalott, Jeffrey G. - 12 Riverview Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Sharpe, Andrew B. - 9Jackson Ct., Guilderland, N.Y, 12084 Shea, Alexis M. - 32 Von Buren Ave., W. Hartford, Ct. 06107 Shea, Bill G. - 37 Glenwood Rd., Weston, Ct. 06880 Shusta, Geoffrey K. - 486 West Shore Trail, Sparta, NJ. 07871 Silbernagel, Deborah A. - 94 Orchard Ridge Rd., Chappaqua, N.Y. 10514 Simrock, Paul C. - Apt. 2C, 184 Pequat Ave., New London, Ct. 06320 Smyth, Kimberly - Flower Hill Lane, Marshfield, Ma. 02051 Snow, James A. - 1 Highwood, Manchester, Ma. 01944 Spinello, James C. - 65 Westridge Rd., New London, Ct. 06320 Stanton, Nancy H. - 10 Miller Ave., Quaker Hill, Ct. 06375 Steenes, Marthe B. - 10 Kingston Rd., Newton, Ma. 02161 Swartz, Alan R. - 630 West 246 St., New York, N.Y. 10471 Swett, David R. - 179 Summit Ter., Kinnelon, NJ. 07405 Tasoulas, Demetrius E. - 20 Gun Shot Rd., Waterford, Ct. 06385 Taylor, Elizabeth - 29 Blue Ribbon Dr., Westport, Ct. 06880 Taylor, Gerald R., III - 7 Blue Heron Dr., Osterville, Ma. Tohi, Kenji - 178-1 Uhome, Hikinocho, Kiroshimaken, Fiukuyamashi Tourelle, Robert D. - 30 Spencer Dr., Short Hills, NJ. 07078 Tromp, Laurens D. - Boliviastraat 412, Oranjeslad, Aruba Tumbull, Linda H. - Mill Pond Lane, Old Lyme, Ct. 06371 Twiest, Lizbeth - Friedheim Apt. 7, Harrison Ave., Newport, R.I. 02840 Van Dyke, Alton A. - Rt. 163, Raymond Hill, Oakdale, Ct. 06370 Walsh, Mauricej. - 69 West Glen St., Holyoke, Ma. 01040 Walsh, Michael P. - 41 Warbam St., Windsor, Ct. 06095 Waltz, Kathleen - lst, Rerdy Station, N.Y. 10578 Waterfield, Willard F. - 98 Kennedy Rd. Manchester, Ct. 06040 ' Wever, Ricardo R. - Brazil it 151, Aruba, Neth. Ant. Wezner, George K. - 142 Gifford, Norwich, Ct. 06360 Whitman, Dawn M. - 4 Pennls Path, Shelter Island, N.Y. 11964 Williams, Malnerse L. - 40 Marshall, Williamsboro, NJ. 08046 Wilsonhlonathan D. - 42 Deep Run, Cohasset, Ma. 02025 Wilson, Simon R. - 13 Bolivia, Oranyestad Aruba, Neth. Ant. Wohlars, Lorraine - 8 Oxford Lane, Smithtown, N.Y. 11787 Worrell, Donald G. - 2090 W. Alex- Bellbrook Rd., Dayton, Ohio 45459 Wright, Stephen E. - 22 Shady Acres, Darien, Ct. 06820 Wulforst, Stephen W. - 1765 Quarry Lane, Valley Forge, Pa. 19481 Wzlontka, LuAnn - 348 Northhampton Rd., Amherst, Ma. 01002 Yelin, Scott D. - 21 Kane Ave., Stamford, Ct. 06905 I-. -I2 Que 2 23 E CD :hu wha f :S -: in w s 'I-I entfs Il m5ur v So, after getting her de the work. he cmxhi Kiieff said Horn says she has been ' - Tnhn an - as E FP- . gm 2351: .rv '6 nf-c NJ: 11-1.9. M MQ- g'5-.5 9 4-AO HN gi..-. 549 , L-E nz: ---- -C o gl' 5' 4-1 ob, 'Q 5 . os: -0 -ii.: Cahn c -C'-C .,...:a 'D ff- as Q as V' ' w Mm., .,, my-I ' -C mm 1 u-dl N -Cs' r 23 .0 of Ee E5 N: 5313 'U be 'Gs '-4-1 2: wi nw .2 cf mm. ' gf as gg sf 336' ' N . F 3 -f., cg : 'sgfa ' .U CSS!-,QQ eu , .ss -7: 'r P F I? g wi... QS' -. :mt, p :- 4,2 4:3-P -asf, nf: :Ji Gap:-fr 'fm o 'ET gs? 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I- , AQQQYQ M gba 'K Q96 S' 1' by 5 'QQO 2 253 2a2HY F.. ' W i Q fb ,42- i 9 - BQ if Q 5 W El 22 Pxj m fi ' :S Q' ' an ,fi f M '53--x FPQJ as Usa Q-rj M4 vw C, MQ.: V5 Wofq CD 33 r+ NS Student Council Advisors - Dean Warren Swanson Mr. jeffrey Turner, Director of Student Activities President - Phyllis LaPenna Vice-President -john Schultz An innovation this year was the Student-Faculty Forum held in the Spring of '74, Treasurer - Steve Dipsiner Advisor - Mr. Victor Grasso Commuters The major activity of the commuters as a group was their participation in the intramural sports program. Foreign Students Advisor - Mr. Albert Ball Chairman - Gladys Chemaly Co-Chairman - Nicolas Landa Typical of the activities planned for the 22 foreign students on the campus was a visit to the Submarine ,Iallao at the Submarine Base in Groton. The members were guests of Cornelius Thomas at the Chiefs Club following the tour. Mr. Thomas, a retired Navy Chief, and part-time Mitchell student, arranged the tour. Mansfield Players The Players, one of the more active groups on campus, put on two shows each semester. M 'A 'S 'H was the big fall production The Gift of the Magi was presented at the Christmas season. For the spring Black Comedyn and White Liars are planned. The cast for these is listed below Black Comedyn Brindsley Miller -jay Madigan Carol Melkett - Leslie Pope Col. Melkett - Vincent Agresti Miss Furnival - Kathy Norton Harold Gorringe - Tom Maiolo Schuppanzigh - Al Giansanti Clea - Mimi Beauprc George Bamberger - Rick Gutzke White Liars Baroness Lamberg - Nora Impellitteri Frank - Rick Hengber Tom - Tony Spinnato Voice of Vassi - Al Giansanti Advisor - Miss jennifer O'Donnell IRC Advisor - Mr. George Mugge In the fall, Douglas Merrill, Albert Pringle and Charles Webb were chosen to be delegates to the fourth Annual Invitational College Security Council of the Dequesne University United Nations Organization. The assembly is based on the U N Security Council with students representing 15 countries. Mitchell represented the United Kingdom, winning an award on its behalf, and had 3 resolutions accepted prior to the conference. In the spring a delegation will attend the National Model of United Nations in New York. Among speakers that the International Relations Club entertained this year was Dr. K. B. Rao, executive secretary of World University Services. Stock and Bond Club Advisor - Mr. Alfred Fiegel This group makes an annual trip to Wall Street to visit the New York Stock Exchange first hand. 46 Advisor - Miss Linda Adler General Manager - Greg Kelly Music Director - Bob DeMallie Business Manager - Will Waterfield Chief Engineer - Bill Kuhar Associate Engineer - Dave Bryden Program Director - Vincent Agresti I D.,Ifs - Carol jackson, Stewart Moonshine, Kevin McDermott, Greg Kelly, Tracey Drake, Bill Kuhar, Will Waterfield, Bob DeMallie, A Vincent Agresti, Tom Schellens, Bob Caemmerer, Randy Cohen, Cathy 'S Bree, jeffry Barone, Madge Coleman, Bob Kuzbyt, Andy Sharpe, Dave Parr, Rick Gale, Carlo Marchi. SMAC Advisor - Mrs. Joanne Chamberlain The Secretarial Association of Mitchell College was best known this year for the Koffee Korner where Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday between 9 and 11 in the morning in NH 202 the secretaries served hot chocolate, coffee, tea and baked goods, They also held a bake sale at the New London Mall to raise money, collected food for a food basket delivered to two families at Thanksgiving-time, and provided movies for children of participants in the Y.M.C.A. Antiques Show. Chairman -Jeanette Fehskens Co-Chairman - Marianne Foggio Secretary - Kathy Auwood Treasurer -jan McCallum Members - Kathy Norton, Beth Tilton, jan DeBiasi, Lynn Bagley, Tracey Drake, Patti Geruso, june Laming, Kathi Ward, Lorna Guarascio, Dee Baker, Chris Sofinowski, Johanna Downing, Rita Maloney, Frankyleen Lung, Patty Beebe, Roberta Patterson, Kathy Bree. Thamesana The College newspaper continues to be given the All-American publication rating by Collegiate Press judges. Advisor - Mr. Theodor Hargrove Editor-in-Chief - Eva Mae jones, Fall, Ginny Brooks, Spring Business Manager - Pat Chapman Reporters - Vincent Agrestihloseph Krakol, Danny Mara, Elissa Mericle, Anne Nussbaum, Al Sokaitis,,Ion Vfilson Other than publishing every other Thursday, the club visited The Day plant in October. Kenneth Grube, Editor of the editorial page of the local paper, led the tour and conducted a seminar in newspaper publishing. Thames Log Advisor - Mrs. Susan Strahn Editor-in-Chief - Karen Roemer Chief Photographer - David Fischer Senior Editor - Carolyn Eccleston Staff - Danny Mara, john Schultz, Madge Coleman Writers Club Advisor - Mr. Marc Goldsmith In the fall the club ran two creative writing contests open to all interested students. They offered prizes of 515, 310, and .55 in both prose and poetry. The winning entries in prose were: First Prize - Last Night' Ride by Thomas H. Finnegan Second Prize - A Little Life by Doraine Riley Third Prize - No One Will Ever Know by Ginny Brooks The winning entries in poetry were: First Prize -- Penmanship by Glenn R. Turgeon Second Prize - A Song For An Unsung Neighbor by joseph Krakol Third Prize - The Paradox of Dreams by Doraine Riley These plus other contributions are printed on the following pages. i o One Will Ever Know by Ginny Brooks Her big toe encircled a small bug in the otherwise spotless pool. A tiny whirlpool appeared and when she lifted her toe out, the water sucked the bug down under the surface. Cathy, Cathy, aren't you going to swim anymore today? Mrs. Bishop was nice enough to invite us to swim and you sit on the diving board. What's the matter, honey?,' Oh, she has been swimming, janet, like a little fish. Haven't you, Cathy? She's just cold. But the sun will warm her upf' Yeah, Mom. I'm just cold. I'll dive back in as soon as I'm warm. Ok, honey, but don't sit there too long. We have to go by four. Cathy looked back down for the bug, but it had floated away. She suddenly realized that she had killed the bug when she could have saved it. Poor bug, maybe it had a family, Cathy thought. She tried to picture a bug family in her mind but had a total blank. Instead, Mike, her brother came through saying, You're stupid. Bugs don't have real families. They lay eggs and then go away. They don't take care of their babies like humans dof' The voice was so clear, Cathy looked around for Mike. But he wasn't there, of course. He was at Little League practice. That's why Cathy had to leave by four. I must be crazy. That made Cathy jump because she had said it out loud. Gee, she thought, I must really be crazy. I'm talking to myself! She looked over to her mother and Mrs. Bishop, wondering if they had heard her. But they were talking to each other and were too far away from her to hear. With a sigh of relief, Cathy looked back at the water. I know I'm stupid, but I didn't think I was crazy too. I have lots of proof that I'm stupid. Like the time I studied a whole hour for my arithmetic test and got a 40 on it. Mike doesnit even have to study and he gets a 100. He always gets stars on his papers. I never get any. And that puzzle Aunt Betty gave me. It says on the box that it's for ages 1013 and I'm 11. Mike figured it out in no time and he's only 9, but I still can't do it. And that psalm I have to know for next Sunday. I've said it lots of times now but I still need the book to remember some of the parts. Cathy jabbed at the water with both feet. Now on top of being stupid, I'm crazy, she considered. She tried to think of other times when she acted crazy. Up until now she had not done anything out of the ordinary. This dawned in her mind the true answer. I'm retarded. That's it. Retarded people are stupid and sometimes they do crazy things. Her feet stopped kicking the water. She looked over to her mother. Mom and Dad would be mad if they knew I was retarded, she reasoned. They don't like that I'm stupid. Being retarded is a lot worse than being stupid. She stared back at the water. The crystal clear bottom blurred and Cathy realized that she was crying. Quickly she wiped away the tears. I can't let Mom see me crying. She'll ask me what the matter is. Mom and Dad must never know that I'm retarded. They'll never talk to me again. They already talk to Mike more than me 'cause I'm stupid. It will be easy to make them think I'm still only stupid. Mom and Dad keep saying I'm just a slow leamer and that I'm as smart as anyone else. But thatis just because they're ashamed to admit they have a stupid daughter. They are smart, Mike is smart, so they want me to be smart. So all I have to do is make sure I don't act crazy. That way they wonit have to be any more ashamed of me than they already are. Mike's the one I have to be careful about. He was the first one to know I was stupid. If he finds out that I'm retarded, his big mouth will tell everyone. I'll have to stay away from Mike as much as possible. Cathy, are you going to swim or aren't you? Yeah, Mom. Right now? Cathy stood at the end of the diving board. She concentrated on the water ahead. At least I can dive better than anyone else. I may be a second-rate person, but I'm a first-rate diver. With carefully measured strides, she ran to the edge of the board, leaped off and entered the water head first in perfect formation. She plunged downward until she reached the bottom. Voodoo He bared to show his needle marks, I sipped another beer, And though the foam Soon filled my mind The marks were still too clear. Soft stuff, soft stuff. . . We need something To take away the pain, And cushion All the needles, Now stabbing at our veins. by Glenn R. Turgeon PENMANSHIP With every and each word scratched by his pointless pen man errr etches a dull despairing doodle: the err dictation of a thumb-sucking mouth. by Glenn R. Turgeon The Gray Man by Kathy Waltz A gray man sits in a soft cushioned chair, leaning his elbows on the window sill. As he gazes out his window on the second floor, you're sitting in the sun across the street. You watch as he turns his head from one direction to the other. Then he notices you. He stands up and leaves his watching post. You see the curtain, shaken by a breeze. Then you ask yourself, Why am I here? Here standing on the soot-cov- ered steps. Here to live? Here to grow old and wait for my death, or here to enjoy every minute of my short life? You think of all the many sights the old man has seen, and all he has learned. All the hearts he has broken, and all the love he has earned. But the gray old man comes back to his window and rests his back softly against the chair. He takes notice of your gaze again. He remembers his days of life and vigor. The time he was the star on the basketball team and every girl swooned at his sight. He remembers growing up. All the things done: alone and with friends. Then he recalls the day of his marriageg and the day of his wife's death. His head falls back, and you think he's fallen asleep. A sudden breeze shakes the window closed, and the curtains are left silent. You turn your head and see the kids at the park. Then your mother callsg and you turn around and go upstairs for dinner. THE PARADOX OF DREAMS Through life, men weep, as dreams come crashing to their feet, And then they wonder why they cry. I sometimes think men reach too high. And all men know that pies in skies And castles in air disappear. They vanish in the atmosphere of memories. And yet, the dreams of men ring through the halls of conquests and fulfillment. They are loud and clear for men who didn't have to cry Because they didn't let dreams die. While we scar ourselves with hope- lessness and cunning schemes Stars shine upon the dreaming man Who stumbles as he goes his way. His dream will be his life someday. Doraine Riley The Hunt How can I know you my moon-mannered friend? A napkin of night covers all of your lap. The table is round, yet you eat at the endg The bottle is empty, so you put on a cap. You stand at the fire with your front to the flameg The dark side before me: A piece of pure art? ,You turn, yet my vision is always the sameg The wood holds the light side -I do not. How can I know you my moon-mannered friend? I hunt for the day when our sleep will blend. Glenn R. Turgeon With only life I live this song. And with this prayer Am I as mild and high As he himself. Without given thougt I am the expressed. Robert D. Tourelle HAIKU The moon is jealous Of her sister the sun who Lends her light with love. Patricia J. Eldridge BS 103 by joseph Krakol Hi, Arlene. All set? Yes, I think so. I really appreciate the ride, joe-Babe. I hope I didn't forget anything. You know, It's funny, but I always seem to forget something. As long as what you forget isn't that important - know what I mean?,' Yeah. Oh, well. We should hit Hartford in about 40 minutes. I don't think there'll be any traffic. So how was your week? Tough, really tough. It was a tough week - four tests. Yeah, I had five myself. You know, Arlene, it really ticks me off. It seems that our instructors schedule tests for every fourth week. It's like a conspiracy. Four tests in one day. Now there's no way you can study for four tests in one day. It's ridiculous. Yeah, I hate it when they pile the tests on us. I did pretty good on three of them but I think I flunked one. I just hope he grades them easy. I hope I passed, but I don't know. Fm just glad to get them over with. Yeah, it's a lousy way of looking at it - just getting them over with. It's like thinking of college as getting your whole education over with. Guess what I've got to do this weekend?', Get loaded? I don't know. Well, besides that, I have to prepare a speech for Speech class and I don't know what to do it on. It's got to be five minutes long and I have to be in inanimate object. I don't know what to be. Why don't you just be yourself ?', Thanks a lot, joe-Babef' No, seriously. Do you know that last year I took some personal preference tests down at the Administration build- ing and scored highest in public speaking? But the funny thing is that I hate public speaking. Like to write though. I don't like to write but I like talking to people. I don't like to talk in front of a group though, I get too nervous. Yeah, me too. rt But what am I gonna be? I got it! You can be a tree. A tree? Yeah. You are a beautiful creature deflowered by the rape of winter's frigidity - whatever that means? Gee, that's pretty good. But I couldn't do that. Besides, a tree isn't an inanimate object, is it? It's alive, it moves, right? See the wind blowing that tree over there?v Yeah . . . I got it! You're a radio. People turn you on, and you turn people on. Sure . . . young and old alike turn to you for enjoyment, yet, at times, it's your task to be the bearer of sad news. And when you tum people off, they turn you off. That's pretty good, joe-Babe. I was thinking of being the Statue of Liberty. You know, 'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses? I would enjoy watching immigrants as they catch their first glimpse of America. Not bad, Arlene, but the Statue of Liberty just isn't you. She's green and covered with pigeon crap. Besides, only a catatonic schizophrenic could hold her arm up like that, even for only a five minute speech. Your arm would start drooping. Imagine being the Statue of Liberty and looking like a Nazi. Let me think for a few minutes. Q'o.K.,J0e-Babe' Here you go. You're a hockey puck. . . . No, listen! This is great. Here's your speech: 'I am a hockey puck. Oh, you may laugh, but you don't know anything about my past. You see, I wasn't always a hockey puck. Originally, I was the sap of a beautiful rubber tree in the south of Guatemala. I circulated throughout the tree, which was dependent upon me for its sustenance. Those were the good ol, days when I helped provide shade for passing caballeros. The Guatemalan sun was warm, and the rain comforting. 'But one day, an American imperialist drained me from my blissful environment. I was pumped aboard a rusty steamer bound for Akron, Ohio. There, I was boiled mercilessly. My happy disposition soured as my consistency thickened. They molded me into an automobile tire. After that technological socialization trauma, I was never the same again. 'From Akron, I was shipped to Detroit and assigned the demoralizing position of right front tire on a 1964 Corvair. 'A little ol' lady from Buffalo ordered that auto, and I spent most of the next four years sitting in her garage. I felt only a little wear and tear each Sunday as she rode me to church and back. 'But one day in '68, catastrophe struck. The ol' lady's nephew received his draft notice. One quiet night, he stole the Corvair and sped his way to Canada. By the time we hit Toronto, the Corvair and and I were thoroughly shot. The nephew sold us to a junk dealer who dismantled us. I don't know what happened to the rest of the auto, but I was sold to a sporting goods manufacturer who melted me down and molded me into seven NHL pucks. I don't know what happened to my six brothers, but I believe that two were shipped to the New York Rangers, three to the Detroit Red Wings, and one to the Toronto Maple Leafs. I was sent to the Montreal Canadians with a host of other pucks. 'We were stored under the stands of the Montreal Forum. Our ranks were decimated periodically. I never knew what happened to my fellow pucks until one night in February, '69. An attendant took me off the shelf and placed me in a deep freeze which further hardened my consistency. I kept dreaming of the warmth of the Guatemalan jungle. Soon, I was taken out of the freezer and given to a league official who inspected me for flaws. He approved of me and passed me on to a referee. 'The referee fondled me, but not for long. Soon, he threw me upon the ice so that I landed broadside. Before I could recover from that initial shock, I found myself being slapped around, stick-handled, shot, kicked out, sticked aside, batted against the boards, and gloved. Thirty-thousand eyes were fixed upon me, witnessing my trauma. 'The excruciating pain was finally relieved when jean Belliveauis slapshop scared high above the plexiglass, into the crowd. One fine man plucked me from the air and presented me to his son. 'For two weeks, the young boy flaunted me about the neighborhood. I was fondled many times, and I enjoyed watching the expressions of amazement on the young boys' faces. 'But, alas, my grandeur was short-lived. No longer a novelty, the young boy relegated me to a street hockey game. After two minutes of play, I rolled onto a sewer grating, teetered for a split-second, and plummeted to the bottom of a Montreal sewer. . . ' joe-Babe. 'Ssssh . . . into cold and darkness. But every cloudless june 21, the angle of the sun is such that a few rays strike me. And I still dream of Guatemala'. joe-Babe! Huh ? We missed our exit. Aw, shoot! I'll have to backtrack. Well, Arlene, what do you think? I think we should take a left at this stoplightf' No, no. I meant about the speech? Good. Really good, joe-Babe. My father likes hockey very much. He has season tickets to the Springfield Kings. Here we are. Well, wouldn't that be great for your speech class, Arlene? It would knock 'em dead, and you'd pick up a sure A. Yeah. But I just can't picture myself as a hockey puck. I think I'll work on the Statue of Liberty idea. Thanks an awful lot, joe-Babe. Thanks for the ride, and have a real nice weekend. Thanks! Same to you! . . . Arlene-Babe. A Song For An Unsung Nelghbor My quiet neighbor, World War II, Tank driver, Allied offensive, German bazooka, Stopped you cold, Your two buddies, Surrender bound, Hell no, you said, We're not dead yetf' Submachine gun, hand grenades, Ex-track star, Vital commitment, You ran out, Fifteen Krauts, Dead, By your own initiative. I know it, I saw the script, From some senator, Who wrote the citation, Silver Star, Cross de Guerre, De Gaulle kissed you, On both cheeks, Calling you, Connecticut Yankee. Greatest hero, In our locale, Shy away from, Banal Legion meetings. Frank Sabonis, I love you, Hell is war, But credit's due, To those, Who never cashed in Clike Audie Murphyj America's silent sentinels, Like you, Frank Sabonis, Turned the tide, No glory, Guts and will. , Few know your tale, It's true, Frank Sabonis, I love you more. joseph Krakol Different Beat by Glenn R. Turgeon If a man does not keep pace with his companions . . . june 16, 1973, was a memorable day for all the seniors of Anderson High School in Worcester, Massachusetts. At precisely 8 P.M., POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE would sound as does AULD LANG SYNE on january first. Some 487 students are gathered here for the day which will mark an end to their twelve year wait. The drum roll begins, last minute touches on hair, gowns and caps are made, then we finally move. Each abreast with his or her partner, footsteps fall in unison. The left, right, left, right command of our supervi- sor is silently recited at each fall of the marshall's baton. We march, file into our seats and, as everything else has been, seat ourselves in an orderly manner. '. . . perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. The speaker recites his speech, scholarships are presented, and diplomas are distributed. Together we rise and pro- ceed to march away from the school, away from our parents and teachers, away from all ties of apron strings. For the majority of us, we cannot walk away fast enough. The unison ends and becomes a disorderly bout of hand- shakes and kisses. Most will go to college because of the theory that without a college diploma you won't amount to anything in life. A few will join the service, but only one will do something out of the ordinary. His name is Ty. President of the senior class, voted most-likely to succeed, and a straight A student since grade one. Coming from a good home with well-educated parents, Ty has chosen the profession of a do-good wanderer. He plans to scour the United Stated searching out problems to solve and abolishing vice. Let him step to the music he hears . . . But Ty, you're wasting your skills and abilities. Congratulations, Ty, I wish you the best of luck. What kind of a job is that? I wish I were more like you. How will you live? Where will you stay? What will you eat? How will you make any money? Truly courageous of youli' You're going to find out what life is really like, and when you do, donit bother to come back home. A Good Samaritan may not be the highest paying job, but it's by far the most rewarding. One of my best pupils and he's throwing his life away. You're really doing something worthwhile. Is this what they teach you in schools today? I'm proud of you, Ty. '. . . however measured or far away. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. A Little Life By Doraine Riley It is not in the storm nor in the strife We feel benumb'd, and wish to be mo more, But in the after-silence on the shore, When all is lost, except a little life. - George Gordon Byron Mildred Coleman stared at the dull kitchen floor and squirmed under her own enormous weight. She wondered if Tonya was lonesome for her, wondered what she was doing just about now. She smiled as thoughts of her daughter came to mind. She had looked so big that morning with hints of curves pressing through her blue dress. Even her breast buds, timid but proud, were showing as she primped in her Sunday clothes to go with Mrs. Bailey. Slowly, aware of the quiet and drab in the room, a sense of emptiness gripped her. Father Hubbard! This was all his doin', she thought, him and his buttin' in to get Tonya signed up for visitin' with white folks. She didn't like the idea from the start and told him so. But that man had a way of talking, and she finally agreed saying, It couldn't do no harm gettin' Tonya out of the neighborhood what with all the cussin' and slappin' around the young'ns had to put up with? And Mrs. Bailey had seemed friendly and polite to herg even though she had never known them before, she had taken Tonya by the hand and walked her through the door and down the hall - a windowless tunnel with words, as Mildred says, not fit for sayin' scribbled on the walls. She wondered if Mrs. Bailey noticed any of them, and suddenly she felt ashamed. She recalled that as the two figures had disappeared around a corner, she had stood briefly until familiar odors sneaked past her, and then she had stepped inside her apartment and methodically locked the door. After two days of loneliness, Tonya was safely home and sound asleep. Mildred kept remembering the smiles on both their faces when Mrs. Bailey brought Tonya home. She saw Tonya hugging Mrs. Bailey around her little waist. The woman seemed so fragile to Mildred with her blond hair shining and all in curls. Tonya had skipped right past her and into her room where she poked through one drawer after the other looking for something. Grinning, she pressed a little picture of herself to her chest and told her mother it was going to be a surprise for Mrs. Bailey when she visited her next time. She seemed so excited, like a kid getting ready for church. Tonya said, Had a fine time, a real fine time. I ran in the front door 'n out the back. They don't have no elevator, no need to, and only one family there in the whole house! She's got flowers growin' and we sat on the grass and ate lunch, all in one breath. Tonya rubbed her motheris massive, black arm affectionately while she told her about sheets with flowers poppin' from 'em and a gold dish filled with little soap dolls and bottles of perfume - musta been fifty in all. You didn't pick up somethin, that don't belong to ya, did ya, baby ? Mildred remembered an incident at school. No, Ma, lid never take nothin' from Mrs. Bailey, anyways she gave me this here. Tonya held up a tiny basket stuffed with sweet smelling flowers. For what ? her mother asked. Not for nothin', Tonya answered, as if it were something secret. Mildred's mind joumeyed to the present as she slipped her swollen, aching feet out of her scuffs and walked to the bedroom, a doorless cavem where Tonya slept peacefully in spite of pink rubber curlers in her hair. She sat on the edge of the cot and its legs moaned and spread as her mountainous body settled deep in the mattress. Slowly, she caressed the worn blanket with its frayed binding that skimmed the edges here and there and then, suddenly, she squeezed it tightly with both fists. Oh, Tonya, she sighed softly, touching the small back turned to her. Her head bowed low and then lower, weary from monotonous days and years, as she sat motionless for several minutes thinking of empty yesterdays. Somehow the prospect of tomorrow, bright or dismal, never came to mind. Twinges and thoughts darted in and out of her body and mind - a hodgepodge of envy, hate and fear swimming through and consuming wisps of yellow hair, sparkling bottles of perfume and Tonya's smiles and excitement telling about two days of living out of nine years of life. Her drowsy eyes lifted and welded themselves to the bare window. It seemed to toy with her senses, drawing her into an unending blackness that concealed any illumination from the street below. Slowly, she lifted herself with a tired push of both arms and walked to the dresser. Tonya's picture stood out among the clutter, and as she looked at it a tainted mellowness enveloped her and tears saved for a lifetime unexpect- edly filled and then spilled from her eyes. Her hand furrowed aimlessly through a drawer and she buried the photo deep in a corner. Mildred shook her head slowly from side to side. It'll do that child no good goin' back again, no good at all, she whispered. Last Night's Ride by Thomas H. Finnegan june bugs, rabbits, and chuckholes. Not to mention rocks, railroad tracks, and drunken drivers. In spite of all that, I like riding at night much more than in the daytime. Fewer cars. Cooler. The very comfortable black of night amplifies all these sensations and feelings a millionfold. Nosier, crisper, stark vision and non-vision. Following the quartz-iod- ine eye as it bounces and trembles and shows the roadsigns to come. I'm not a padiddle, l'm a bike. Bikey? Hell, they're all bikeys! Shit. Taillight's out again. Where's that connector? Ah, forget it. It comes on once in a while. Tell The Man I never saw it. Been watching where I'm going. Thunder. From the blur of tappets and ticks and the fiery throb, the frenzied pulsebeat racing faster, faster. Sensual. Mellow and strong and it's half the thrill of riding. The eye skitters around ahead, and bigger bumps blip the throttle. A burst of rumbly, throaty noise. A clamoring request to get on with it. Try fifty-five hundred, six grand. Pure gut sensation. What could be aesthetic about something so crude? We're not so suave after all, I guess. Ninety. And I feel so free. God damn taillight!! Look at that - I can even see the little blue flash where the connector touches the frame. Will that do, officer? A blue taillight? No? All right, I'll fix it. On the run. On the fly. I'm Flyyying. Hi. Well, where do I stick the damn thing? 1,11 tape it up. You're kidding! Right now?! Yeah, man, I'm very talented. What's that noise? Hom. CAR!! lkllflklkik As the car passes, Amy and I wave animatedly at its gawking occupants. She is sunbathing in her bright green- yellow bra. They probably saw it from miles away and careened all the way across town and up into the park just to catch a glimpse of some skin. Cretins. Can a semi-nude girl lying on a blanket possibly look elegant? Amy is like that. Many of our friends have confided that they think her the most attractive young woman they've known. She has all the prerequisites - very handsome features, soft and thick mahogany hair which all but smothers her throat and her shoulders, an unmistakable, fetching look of demureness. And she's mine. She will look devastating when she's carrying a baby someday. Amy? Hm? Look. Incandescent orange. I would never have believed a sunset could be so boldly colored. She gazed at the receding light for a moment. How can we treat them as cliches? How can we be so insensitive? It's all your fault, lovely lady. We'll have to make every person on earth line up and pass by here, to see these sunsets while lying on a hilltop with you. Then they'll seef, Theylll see how alluring her smile is. Theylll see how completely irresistible she is. They'll also see those two grey squirrels who just romped up over the grassy crest of our hilltop, and, like curious but timid children, hesitated, star- ing at us and listening to us, before they finally winked and chirped at each other and scampered off to play their own loving little games. Or at least I hope they play loving little gamesg I'd like that for them. All living creatures should play frisky, sexy games. Amy? Hm? You're all right. Oh? Yeah You're all right. And also beautiful. I'm glad. When do the lights come on? They're on. See? Over the low rock wall, a long way down and below and beyond, the city was turning on its night lights, keeping the evening sky as bright as it could, while dense purple clouds brought on the fog of darkness. With the breeze came the crickets who sat all around, out of sight, talking about us. Amy? Hm? Let's go back to your place. Nwhyr' Q'I'm hungry. !For tea and oranges that come all the way from China? She giggled. She sat up, the long, dark curve of her spine crisscrossed from the blanket's folds. She fished a twig from her hair. I-Iow about the brown shreds of leaves? You're really beautiful. I want to smoke. And it's going to get cold now. You're much too lovely to have a runny nose. All right. Tea and oranges and smokes and a long relaxed evening. Can I drive back? Nope I can't trust myself sitting behind you! Bastardo. You win. Maybe next week? Sure. Next week. We have all the time in the world. 1111414111211 All the time in the world. There must be. I can see - what - five hundred stars right now, and they're perfectly motionless. And the man in the moon with his howling expression of . . . anguish. Anguish because neither of us is really sure what's going to happen to time right now. Will it stop? Probably, since I can't move. How do I know I can't move? I can't move because I don't dare move. Something is liable to hurt. So I'm okay. Nothing hurts. Except my right leg tingles. Itches. Like to drive me crazy, as they say. Look. I don't care. If time wants to stop, let it stop. But not now. Please, don't let it stop right now. Who's that? Are you the man in the moon? You look middle-aged. Balding. Big jowls. And you look scared. Don't cryg it's no big thing, man. But I'd like to ask you a question, sir, if I may. Where did you put my bike? It's over there? Where you keep looking when you're not looking down at me: Okay, thank you very much, sir. I'd better look. See if it got bent up. See if moon-man remembered to shut it off. Okay, I'll look. I'm looking. Come on. Let's look. Come ON! God damn head, TURN!! Oh, jesus. I'm really hurt, I can't move my head. And I've gotta itch. Like a sonofabitch. Ha. Ha ha!!Great. A sense of humor, with me to the last. Ha ha. Please, head, please turn. just sort of fall over that way. That's it. Come on. Oh, wow. Hey, moon-man. Your car is eating my bike. Look. Seriously, look! It's almost done eating my bike already! See? My bike is . . . oh, God, my bike. Hey, moon-man. My bike is almost all the way up into your windsh- ield. Lump in my throat. I'm frightened to death, man. I'm frightened to die. And now I know for sure that I'm going to die. Because look where my bike is. It's inside your car. !!! lk ll' lk ll' lk ztHrn?55 You're a great lay. From out of her serene face came those big blue, searching eyes looking over at me. A trace of hurt, a little bewil- dered. Did you have to say that? The dim green light peering down through a floating layer of smoke wanted to know, also. I looked at her very carefully, and something turned sad inside. I'm sorry. You know me, darling. I didnit want you to look at me that way, Please don't feel bad. The whuff of lavender sheets. Their rise and the slow, ballooning fall as they clung again to her body's profile. The rich brown treasure of her hair as it is flung away by the hand which now cups her cheek. The disarming, smooth mold of her neck, shoulders, breasts. And still those imploring eyes. I'm sorry. She softened her gaze. Oh, it's my fault, too. It just sounded like . . . another language. I mean it just didn't fit the mood. It hurt. I am sorry, Amy. Damn. Why did I have to say that?,, There came from her a slight jolt which was a tiny laugh. She tumed and traced the line of my nose with a slender, gently arched finger. She jolted again. What's so funny? She now wore her free, ingenuous smile. Which filled with her hair as a summer breeze came in over us. It brought us back to life. You are! You should see yourself pour! I'm funny when I pout, huh? She teased at my lips. I teased at her lower ribs. She squealed and her cheek fell off her hand. I'm funny, huh? She shrieked and began to flay away at me, at the bed, at the breeze. I'M funny?! Let's see how funny YOU can be!! Q And I wrapped her in purple satin and bore my laughing, struggling captive away from her bedroom and across the dimly lit living room, where she tried to cave in my skull with a huge, tasseled pillow. I fought off her counterattack, and with a cruel laugh I held the quaking, screaming corpse head down over a bottomless pit of perfumed bubble bath. Last chance, Amy! Do ya give??! In reply she smothered my grinning face in a great expanse of billowing lavender. With my most villainous chor- tle, I poured her hysterical bronze form ever so slowly into the mountain of bubbles which exploded slowly, beauti- fully, around us. The room was laughing at our struggle, echoing louder and louder, the patches of suds floating everywhere, the last tail of satin the only clue to our disappearance as we drowned ourselves frantically, lusciously, voluptuously. ilklklklk Watching her breath forming large, rolling clouds under the street light, I stopped and looked at her pensively. There was no way to hold back the coy advance of our smiles. And she's beautiful when she smiles. She kickstarted the bike, bare feet, bathrobe, and all. Next week? I promise. lklllvkllflk I promise I will never again try to fix the tail light while going ninety miles per hour. Thank you, God, Thank you for not making it hurt. I can hack an itch. Two heads. Moon-man and someone new. My God, what happened? He just came right over. Into my lane. He must have been going a hundred! So fast!! I've never killed anyone in my life! Are you a policeman? No. Good lord. It could have been me and not you. Well, what can we do? What can we do for him ?,' Oh,jesus. I don't believe it. Look. He's still blinking. I can hear you, guys. How about helping me out, huh? Where's his . . . other leg? My other leg? I don't know. Oh, no no no. Why did this have to happen? Why did this have to happen to ME? Youl? He just hung there on top of the windshield for so long! Arn I cut up? Will you look at my car! Can you imagine how fast he must have been going? I'm lucky to be alive! YOU'RE lucky to be alive!! Well, let's try to do something for him. Anything. Ask him if he can hear us. Ask him if it hurts. Ask him if he's coldf' And then the moon-man laid down on top of me. Very roughly. In sheer panic he placed a wet, glistening hand in my face as he scrambled to get away from me. He stood there, shaking violently, and from the surviving headlight's eerie beam the blood now covering the front of his clothes looked shiny black. I thought he was going to gag. Or cry. I slipped. I fell on him. Oh, Mother of Godllv And so I knew he wasn't going to ask me if I could hear him. Or if it hurts. Or if I'm cold. And he wasn't going to scratch my leg. And I was lying in a lot of my own blood. And the bike is mined anyway. So I decided to leave. I didnit even look back. I just turned away and headed straight for Amy's house. And the night seeped in to fill the void I left behind. A Modest Proposal by Thomas H. Finnegan Seat belts save lives. That slogan ought to be clear enough for every occupant of every automobile in the country to glean the message therein. But, by all appearances, the message is NOT registering, studies show a disappointingly small percentage of American drivers consistently buckling up to insure their very lives if and when. Obviously, then, the lesson is not being leamed. Realizing that a stern, lecturing approach is not the best way to drive the point home, interested groups resorted to levity - the smug sense of humor. Television, radio, and press ads showed the good excuses and where they get you - I find them too confining followed by a shot of the speaker solidly confined to traction in a hospital. Apparently the viewing, listening, and reading audience was favorably entertained, but the sermon was promptly ignored. Perhaps a different tack? Shock. Signal Seven and others of the gender, cinema footage of the decade's finest, most spectacular traffic fatalities and injuries, with special attention paid to unorthodox and imaginative maimings. To ensure that, prior to age twenty-one, every young driver has the opportunity to savor decapitation and dismemberment, not to mention the dazzling destruction of lots of high-performance iron just Like His on the big screen moments before his embarkation for The Great American Holiday Weekend Wars. The memory of all that red, red krovvy, as they say in A CLOCKWORK ORANGE, should keep his speed down for a good . . . oh . . . two hours? Well, that would be a great help, were it not for the fact that his destination invariably lies well beyond two hours' drive distant. All right, then, how about The Real Thing? Preceded, as always, by a frantic flurry of brake lights and the forma- tion of long queues of now-wide-awake-and-definitely-ready-for- the-very-worst spectators, in order that no one should remain asleep through The Feature, lest some martyr shed his blood in vain. Even those not yet old enough to be Principle Combatants could derive some educational value from the sight - to heighten the youngsters' appreciation of the event, a rating system could be devised C'Gee, Dad, that was NUTHIN' compared to that 65-pointer we saw last Easter! j. For the benefit of the brave souls who staged the event, troopers at the end of the Accident Zone could compile the comments of the spectators C Tell the guy in the Buick that a rollover woulda clinched my vote, willya, officer? J, and a national system of Recognition and Gratitude could be established in order that the Veterans' names, like those of Vice-Presidents and Tag Team Wrestling Stars, may become household words, if not folk heroes C Gla- dys! Gladys! Guess who I saw on the way home from work?! johnny the jackknife!! Christ, he nailed three Volk- swagens and then winged a cop car before he stopped rolling!! It wuz beautiful!!! j. As always, there is a tremendous potentional for a huge and profitable aftermarket, also Cthere - now we have the backing of the Business Interestsj. Bubble gum trading cards, T-shirts, model car kits and racing sets, beer mugs, even autographed replica crash bump- ers. All of this might help immeasurably to lend some glamor or even a note of dignity to an otherwise sordid and unattractive aspect of our Great American Lifestyle. Perhaps we could begin by changing our usual reference to Death on the Highway to Danger and Daring on the Highwaygv think what that will do for respectability and audience appeal. And yet, I can't help but feel that this might be a step in the wrong direction. Popularization might tend to defeat the original purpose of this approach to our problem in much the same way that, after an evening of Smash-'Em, Bash-'Em Stock Car Racing, the announcer's parting entreaty to Drive safely on the way home! falls on deaf ears as the fans, glutted with bloodlust and convinced that they can do better that Number 47 did, roar out the gate, eyes abulge and pulses racing. Maybe, then, we shouldn't take a chance on turning Mr. Average Dull Driver into Mr. Crosstown Careener. After all these failures, don't feel too despondent. I do have the answer. It's the next logical step from spectating, and is accomplished in a manner that is desirably effective, impressive, and easily cleaned up. The first thing we'll have to do is herd all of our drivers into the States' Motor Vehicle Offices. We could manage this easily enough by requiring a renewal of all operator's licenses, say, every three years. This would afford a second- ary benefit, also, in that it would weed out some of the drivers who obtained licenses in 1916 and have never been required by their native states to renew or be re-examined since - and who may have undergone such trivial changes in driving capability as having gone blind or deaf. fSuch people need something other than safety vehicles, I feel.j So, every three years we'll march the drivers into the Motor Vehicle Offices and have them requalify. Com- pletely. Written exam, eye test, physician's statements, road test. Then, as they heave a sigh of relief at having made it and step up to the cashier's counter, we will have an official escort them out behind the building. There we will have this set of railroad tracks about two-hundred feet long, terminating in a sturdy, ten-foot-high brick wall. Down on the other end, mounted on a railroad handcar chassis, will be a 1964 Ford Galaxie's bench front seat, across which will lie the two unbuckled but available ends of a seat belt. No dashboard, no steering wheel, no bumper, no two tons of sheetmetal. just a big seat with a seatbelt. Now, sir, if you'll kindly take your place on our Test Vehicle, we'll conclude your renewal procedure. A pause. You may buckle up, sir, if you wish . . . Private Hell by joseph Krakol The man arrives earlier than the others. His appearance connotes solidity, yet he seems slightly afraid. He is aggres- sive yet defensive, which is no less irrational than the ambivalence he feels towards his mission. He utters no sound, for he can scarcely breathe - psychosomatic asthma, they call it. He has fasted for at least five hours, for the risk of vomiting isn't worth the fleeting pleasure of steak. He unlocks his cubicle and pulls out forty-five pounds of protectiveness, armor worthy of a medieval knight. Yet this neo-knight has more than his life to defend. He defends his pride and the pride of those whom he represents. The very nature of his mission is frustrating. If he succeeds, his plaudits are few. But if he fails, he's damned by his constituency. Such is the nature of his mission and the determinant of his personality. Ask him why he does it, heill say, I don't know? Ask others why he does it, their replies are just as nebulous: He's a masochistf' He has suicidal tendencies. He's too short for anything elsef' It's the only thing that he does well. Anyone who gets in there must have a screw loose. He does it for the money. But these analyses don't sting the man who has become callous to professional booers. His fear of personal failure transcends the humiliation of psycho-physical classification. Long ago, he quit asking himself the same stupid ques- tion. He couldn't answer WHY, why must others ask WHY? And why should this man even bother with others, he realizes he is special, his reflex-reaction time being less than two-tenths of a second. His lightning finesse is admired by his adversaries. What plagues him is why he cannot grow callous to the tension and unbearable anxiety that accompany his mission. Intuition tells him that if he ever grows callous to tension and anxiety, his reflexes would become dull concomitantlyg his effectiveness would deteriorate. And intuition is of the utmost importance to this man. It is an academic tool of his trade, it is almost a confederate upon whom he can rely during times of indecisiveness. For the past forty-five minutes he has donned his armor, he never wavers from his habitual order of dress, an idiosyncrasy, some call it. Others call it superstition. But is it any more superstitious than the orderly sequence of preparation a priest performs before serving mass and saving souls? The man must save also, not souls, but nonethe- less, his ritualistic preparation gives him emotional, and thus physical, comfort. Superstition is not dishonorable to him. He'll do anything to feel comfortable. Dressing according to ritualistic perfection assures him that extra self- confidence which may help lead him toward executive perfection. At any rate, he invented HIS superstition which is more than can be said for the priest . . . But the priest saves souls. The man wonders if anyone would dare question the physical and psychological make-up of a priest. He wonders if priests would even bother to answer. One thing's for sure, priests don't suffer from psychomatic asthma. They fast, but for nobler reasons than he. The man dons his jersey last, ironing out the wrinkles with skillful tugs. He looks at his number - 11 - reflected in the mirror behind him. For as long as he can remember, he has had great affinity for that number, Why, he cannot answer. Most men of his position bear the number 1 - but he is too modest for that. 11 is his number. It might as well be his name. He covers his face with his mask, as tight-fitting as a death mask. Perhaps this mask has saved his life once or twice. Certainly, it has maintained his self-respect. The mask conceals the tension-grimace constantly worn by the man. The tension-grimace is a requirement. ,Without it, the man would not ever be ready to react. Thank God for the mask, for without it, his constituency would easily perceive that he is no better than mortal. But he must beg what about that two-tenths of a second reaction time? Nevertheless, thank God for the mask. Even though he doesn't bless himself before each mission like some of his pears, he prays every night. He has prayed to God for as long as he can remember. Prayer has given this man some peace of mind. Why, he doesn't know. He can't answer that question, either. But thank God for the mask. The horn sounds, calling the man to his mission. He would vomit if he could, but the fast has denied him even that base release. He knows from experience that the tension and anxiety subsides as soon as he hits the ice. This phenomenon has never failed him, and it has always intrigued the man. Perhaps the total concentration demanded by the two and one-half hour mission placed him in a state not unlike the extra-mundane, spiritual world of the priest. But who knows? Certainly not himself, nor the priest, for their roles are incomparable even though both must save because of the nature of their missions. The man instinctively skates towards his position. His strides are heavy and awkward. He seems to be drawn towards his goal by some nebulous attraction. Either that, or he is pushed towards it by some nebulous subconscious drive. His mission is to defend an area four feet high and six feet wide. He enters his assigned area, as a test pilot would slip into a jet cockpit - with power and a crude facade of nonchalance. The man tends his area by scraping the ice surface with quick, sideward motions resembling the movements of a crab confined to a small, rectangular box. Then, he sweeps imaginary ice chips off to the side of his domain with smooth sweeps of his huge stick. There is a long, pregnant pause before the blaring of the Canadian and American national anthems. He never sings, it's not his style. To mouth the words would truly be superstitious and meaningless, perhaps insulting, because it is not HIS superstition. The singing of the anthems is a social ritual. Perhaps it brings nations good luck, but right now, he doesn't care about nations. He scarcely hears the anthems and is almost totally unaware of the many heads tuming his way. He realizes that the ritual is over only when his five confederates slam their sticks against his massive leg pads - another ritual, but one that never fails to move him. His squinting eyes are fixed upon the black nibber disc held by an authority figure standing some ninety-five feet away. His eyes will seldom stray from that disc. To lose sight of that object is the cardinal sin of men of his position. To allow that object into his domain is the mortal sin. The puck is dropped, the contest begins. His problem now is strictly geometric. He must cut down the angle between the disc and his territory. His tools are lightning-quick reflexes, intuition, and forty-five pounds of defensive equipment. The man is the last line of defense. Any puck entering his domain taints himself, his confederates, and his constituency. He is ultimately responsible for all these sins. Many times during the contest all eyes are upon the man, but he is not conscious of them unless he fails. He cannot fail, but if he does, thank God for the mask. There are times when the man becomes deathly afraid, not of physical injury, but of indecisiveness, a harbinger of impending failure. These are crisis situations. Sometimes he loses sight of the puck in a scrambled entanglement of sticks, legs, and skates. Then, he relies upon his intuition in trying to position himself so that the invisible puck will meet him. Here, he plays a passive role and suffers from uncertainty. Intuition is very important to a man in such a situation. At other times, he cannot react to a bullet-like shot from an enemy's stick. It is physiologically impossible for the mortal's neuro-muscular system to fire and contract in time to fend such a threat. He knows that feeling of impotence well. He sees what is happening but it is as though he were paralyzed for that split-second which seems an eternity. In a situation such as this, the man again relies upon precious intuition He guesses a predetermined path of fire and begins to react before the shot is actually taken. He saves, very often, in this manner, even though this method is his last resort. But he'll do anything to thwart failure. Such is the nature of this man and his position. When his mission is over, the man, if successful, receives, at best, meager plaudits from his confederates and const- ituency. If he has failed, he receives nothing for his efforts though they were no less noble. In either case, is the private hell of this man worthy of his confederates, his constituency, or himself? Ask him. He'll say, I don't know. Such is the man's nature determined by his mission. Department of Athletics Brawn More College Brawn More, Connecticut April 14, 1974 To Dear Mr. XVeiser, Our national scouting staff has informed us that you are one the greatest boccie players in the New London area. We are especially impressed by your ability to toss the jack ball, which seems to have become a lost art in this age of decadence. What Brawn-More envisions in any athlete is a person who displays a flair, a flamboyance, a panache, if you will, for his respective sport. Our scouting staff has taken great interest in your panache and con- cludes that you have the potential for developing into the ace jack baller for the Brawn-More quartet. As you know, Brawn-More's boccie team has eamed a national reputation. Perennially, we are ranked among the top ten, according to the Dunkel Rating Index. So we hope that you do not take our plaudits with tongue in cheek. Our entire Athletic Department has evaluated your demonstrated abilities, and all three of us have concluded that you would represent Brawn-More well, because you personify the philosophy of boccie. Therefore, to obtain your services we are prepared to offer you the following: 1. A full boccie scholarship totaling 513,200.00 over a four-year period plus 31,000.00 for books and incidentals. 2. A work-detail consisting of sweeping an 8 by 10 foot room once each semester ftwice a yearj for which you will earn 358.80 per week allowing you to retain your amateur status unless you declare yourself a professional janitor. 3. A three-room, furnished apartment complete with kitchen, color T.V., double bed, and private bath. 4. A letter of introduction to several voluptuous girls of fine repute. 5. Unlimited use of a 1974, Black Cadillac Eldorado. 6. An unlimited supply of alcohol to be used only for medicinal purposes as prescribed by Brawn-More's psychological counselor fwho is very understandingj. 7. A public relations expert, at your disposal, to explain all of the above to the press. 8 And last, but not least, a college education. We at Brawn-More sincerely hope that you select the right college for you, Bud. We personally feel that you would find our college in keeping with your life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. If you have any questions, Bud, please feel free to call, write, or visit me personally at your convenience. If, for personal reasons, you do not choose to attend Brawn-More, or it you feel that our academic curriculum is too strenuous, our resourceful placement service will gladly assist in slipping you into a reputable junior college in your home town. Then, after a brief two-year stint, we will exercise our unwritten reserve clause and expect you to transfer to The Big B. Good luck, Bud, in all your endeavors. Knowing that you are worldly-wise, we feel that this is an offer you cannot refuse. Hope to see you soon as a member of The Big B Boccie Machine during the '74-'75 season. Once again, Bud, good luck and good boccie! Your friend, Guido Baciagule Director of Athletics Brawn-More College Brawn-More, Connecticut joseph Krakol atural Charm by Thomas H. Finnegan This would not be a very difficult shot: one of those familiar half-table-length, slight-angle-to-the-right, end- pocket shots, it would leave good position for the fourteen and then a perfect break shot. And yet, as I looked it over and watched Bruce lean over his table with a confident smile, I knew he was going to miss it. I could feel it. Too much angle, the nine would hit the cushion a foot before the pocket with that air of ineptitude about it that can put you off your game for hours. If it were my shot, I told myself, I would sight it in once, pause while staring down the nine, line it up again, wait for that curious sensation of certainty that tells me everything is right, and then . . . pink. Click. Rooolll. Kapunk. Tom! Corne on, partner, concentrate. We need this break shot. Watch your bridge. Pull your fingers up higher. Hey, Tom! Not yet, Bruce. Make sure you . . . Hey, FINNEGANW' Pink. Click. Rooolll bump roolll. I was annoyed as much at being called by my last name as I was at Bruce,s shot. Among friends at a party, a last name echoes coldly off postered walls. Through a hovering gray cloud I could see a corduroy arm waving over at Bruce's basement bar. Bette Midler crooned to us that she's In the mood . . . as our opponents prepared to finish off our rack. Wake up, shark! Come on over! I Want you to meet a friend of mine! The voice was that of my good friend, jeff, whose companion, I could barely discern over that smoke-obscured distance, was a short, dark-haired girl. With the Divine Miss M urging me on, I threaded my way past the butt of a cue, over a tangle of limbs on a pile of tasseled cushions, and toward jeff and the short, dark girl. He was smiling amiably, standing with his left arm resting lightly on her shoulder. Hi, Tom! I'm really sorry I had to tear you away from your favorite game, but I wanted to introduce you. This is Chris Bongiornig Chris, Tom Finnegan. I smiled down at her and observed that she held her head at a slight angle, as if she were embarrassed or had poor posture. Her black hair was cut quite short and did not look particularly attractive to me. But she had marvelously large brown eyes, a broad but pert nose, and an intriguing smile. Hello, Chris. Are you artistic? Already I had forgotten her last name. Am I artistic? she asked quizzically. 'QDO you paint or sculpt? Or Photograph ? I paint a little, she fibbed. Why, do you? No, I don't have any ability at all myself . But I admire people who do have talent. I should have stopped at that, but I continued. I think that there cannot be a nobler ambition than to be creative. There couldn't be a more desirable achievement in one's life than to leave behind something of one's own creation - a little piece of oneself - some- thing by which the rest of the world and of mankind will mark your presence here on earth. History does not remem- ber factory workers. A machine can assemble or sort or print or inspect. Only Man - and God - can create. I stopped, and debated whether to elaborate. i'Do you know what I mean ? jef f was watching the progress of the pool game. Chris did not look too captivated. Yes,l' she fibbed again. As if on cue, jeff returned his attention to his two friends. Chris lives in Cambridge and works downtown in Boston. As if you couldn't tell, she is very Italian. You should meet her parents sometime, Tom. They're nothing short of magnificent! They both speak more Italian than English, they'll smother you in attention, wine and food at the drop of an introduction. I've never known such charity and unselfish generosity! They're the two greatest old people I've ever known! Old people? I said, with a look intended to remind jeff that he was saying this in front of Chris, for God's sake. She entered in. My father is seventy-two, and my mother is almost sixty-five. At times it feels as if I'm living with my grandpar- ents!' Although she might not have meant it to be an all-condemning statement, I took it that way. Why don't you move out, then? How old are you? Twenty-three. Really! Why don't you? It might get through to them that you don't want to end up the spinster who lived and died under her parents' protective captivity. They might come to realize that not all the children of Old World ances- try want to remain so completely uninitiated into the American way of life - and particularly the American way of growing up. And you MIGHT even discover some exciting differences yourself. You can't stay sheltered all your life. You've got to get out and make some decisions on your own. And some mistakes of your own. At least it will result in your destiny being determined by your wishes, not theirs. Looking back now, I wish I had caught the look in her eyes at that moment. I would have understood that she did not take the same view of living with her parents that I did, that she didn't see it as a prison walled with stuffyN Old World mores. She didnlt want to forsake all the rich tradition and the firmly-delineated heritage, which she cherished a great deal, just to become a more typically troubled and turbulant young All-American woman. she loved the com- fort and security that this personal inheritance gave her. It provided her with an almost religious sense of serenity and confidence. I wish I had seen that then. But, with the clatter of the break shot coming from behind me, I continued sermonizing for several more minutes. When the crowd at the party began to seep away, I mentioned to jeff that we should invite a few of our friends up to my studio for a while. He agreed, and a few minutes later a caravan of autos, led by my antiquated and almost- completely-windowless Ford van, made its way to the dead-end country road where I lived in an old single-room studio above an empty four stall garage. As we rattled up the winding driveway which left the road at the Dead End sign, Chris looked over -Ieff's shoulder and took note of the locale, which, she was surprised to discover herself thinking, was the perfect lair for an unsuspecting seduction scene. A true bachelor's paradise. She noticed also the windows popped out of the van and never replaced, a small crowd of motorcycles sitting and lying half-buried in the snow, and the unshoveled sidewalk over a foot deep in the stuff. She was wearing saddle shoes. As she got out of jeff's car she found herself, as if projected into the future, and having just climbed out of my van, looking around for the lights of other house. Which she could not find. She stood dejectedly for a moment at the end of the sidewalk, and, as she resigned herself to the impossible task of leaping to the widely-spaced impressions my boots had made up to the porch, was suddenly swept from her feet into jeff's arms, he carried her up the sidewalk and the flight of stairs which were treacherously iced over from the melted snow which dripped off the roof in the day- time. Even now long icicles hung down in front of her eyes. With difficulty, jeff climbed the steps and entered the screened but snow-swept porch, where the scattered pieces of another motorcycle lay everywhere save for a kicked- open path to the door. We clomped noisily, and Chris tried to follow the echoes off into the black, still night. Every- one poured inside. A while later, the seven or eight people sat or lay around the room, which had more backless sofa-beds than chairs under its low, canted ceiling. Leonard Cohen came from the tiny speakers of my Budget-Priced, Low Grade stereo. From time to time I had to club the top of the receiver to make the left speaker work. After a survey of 'fYes, please's', and No, thank you's I disappeared through the room divider into the kitchen half of the studio. When I returned many minutes later, Chris was staring at the oily motorcycle chain under the dresser and was idly toying with a glop of dust and thread she'd found near her hand. On a reflex, I served her first. She looked at her mug of coffee and the two slices of cinnamon toast on a plate, and thought, I should have told him I haven't eaten for a week - I might have gotten a grape, too. Curious, she excused herself and walked around, through the kitchen, looking for the sink piled high with dirty dishes, and on to the bathroom. There she found the medicine cabinet sparsely occupied by one razor, one blade dispenser, one can of shaving cream, one toothbrush, one tube of paste, one bar of soap, and one deodorant spray. One washcloth, one face towel, and one bath towel hung on the rack. Coming back through the kitchen she noticed in the farthest comer of the ceiling a tiny spider, the food shelves nearly empty of groceries but crammed with spark plugs and carburetor parts, and a cod draft from the cup- board doors beneath the sink. She propped herself against jeff, observed the only other girls present doing likewise with their dates, and saw me talking with a friend about a bike poster which hung over the far bed as I sat polishing a gas tank. Abruptly, she began to feel tired and wanted to go home. Two nights later jeff and Chris invited me, and another couple they knew, to an evening at the Lion's Den, a cozy night spot they frequented. Through the night, Chris danced occasionally with jeff, the other two roamed the dance floor all evening, and I remained at our table and drank twelve whiskey sours, placing the swizzle stick from each in my coat pocket. I wore the only coat and tie I possessed, a rather old and extremely unfashionable tweed with a too- thin drab tie and sickly pale yellow shirt. All my money was continuously funneled into bikes, parts, and accessories, my racing T-shirts were more stylish than my only suit. Through twelve drinks I maintained my attention fixed on the band, and when they were out on a break I stared at the door through which they had left me to my depression. On the way home, we stopped twice so I could be sick. jeff left for the west coast a week later, and gave me Chris's phone number as our last exchange. After what I considered a discreet two days I called her. Allo, her mother answered, ending with a period instead of a question mark. Hello, is Chris there? She here. Hold on. Heard in the background, HCRISTINAAAV' Finally her voice. Hello? Hello, Chris? This is Tom . . . After a second, sensing she was going to say something awkward, Finnegan Oh, Hello. How are you? just fine, thank you. Would you like to come over for breakfast Saturday morning? Uh, breakfast? Sure, why not? To quote the Beatles, 'A splendid time is guaranteed for all'! There was a long silence, as if she were weighing each of a hundred factors. All right. About what time?', I get off work at eight, so I'll pick you up about then. Fine, What shall I wear? Dot, dot, dot. Something warm. We can go for a walk along the rest of my dead-end country road. And besides, I think I'm about to run out of fuel oil for the furnace! There was no sound from the other end. She must have been pondering the consequences of running out of heat on a Saturday morning after I've been working through the night. I broke the silence. Well, I'm sure we can find some way to keep ourselves warm, Chris!! and I laughed. She didn't. She didn't say a thing. On a very cold but sunny Saturday morning I picked her up a half-hour late, and as we climbed into the van I gave her a car blanket to wrap around herself, since almost all the back windows were popped out, after innumerable han- dlebars had broken loose during hard cornering coming home from innumerable races. She thought to herself, if anyone else came to pick me up with a windowless van, I would expect to see a race- prepared Porsche in his garage, or maybe his Ferrari put away for the winter. But all he has is a dozen motorcycles lying around like undarned socks. We took off for my place, going much more slowly than usual to minimize the draft. Our conversation during the drive concemed jeff, whom we both agreed was a fine fellow and would be sorely missed, and what-kind-of-music-and-books-and-movies-do-you-like. After hearing her choice of each, I commented at moderate length on those subjects. She looked very cold. Once inside fit was still warm, so evidently there was still fuel oilj, we turned on some music and I banged on the stereo to get the left side to work, I asked her to excuse the piston and cylinder I had left on some oily paper on the throw rug by the door, the engine cases which were baking in the oven, and the noisome odor of sizzling Motorcycle Gearbox Oil. We paused for a moment to admire the view from the front windows, and, looking at the long expanse of freshly-fallen snow, Chris asked about neighbors living nearby. I helped her remove the tall winter boots she had worn to clamber up the sidewalk - which I still hadn't been able to shovel. We walked to the kitchen. Okay, Chris, you are in for the surprise of your life. I can make one hell of a breakfast! If it's eggs, bacon, juice, pancakes, sausage, coffee, and toast, that is!', She smiled. What is your pleasure, barefoot miss? Well, would an omelet be too much trouble?v Trouble?! Nothing would be too much trouble for you, my most attractive guest and breakfast companion! Why don't you go ahead and sit down out in the other room and enjoy yourself while I prepare an omelet with all the trimmings? Go ahead, Chris, I'1l be done in a few minutes! Read a motorcycle magazine or something! Go ahead! She agreed and walked back to the other half of the room, where she picked up a TIME and sat on one of the sofa- beds. What's on the cover of the magazine, Chris? I can point out articles of interest you might enjoy. Tell me what's on the cover - I know them all! Itis not the one with the new Kawasaki, is it? In that one is a really good pictor . . . I had opened the refrigerator and discovered one egg remaining in the box. Uh, you're not going to believe this, Chris . . . She came around the corner with a look of apprehension. What? I only have one egg. There was a rather stony silence, and her face appeared a bit strained. Finally she smiled and spoke. That's all right. I'll take something else. Okay, then, how about pancakes? Don,t you need eggs to make pancakes? Uh, heh heh. Yeah. Well, wait!! I grabbed the box from a shelf. We're in luck! If you're not too hungry, we can make a few small ones! How about it?'! Sure, Tom, that will be fine. She went back to the sofa. Our somber silence was broken only by the stereo's plaint for better and more conscientious record care. I'm really sorry about that, Chris. I should have thought of it when I fixed eggs yesterday morning. I realize what you must be thinking. I'm sorry. Okay? No, no, it's quite all right, Tom. Really! She WAS thinking it. Then I discovered that I had only a quarter inch of milk. Oh, wow, Uh, Chris. What do I say now? You're not going to believe this, either. She said from the other room, What -- no milk? About halfway through our coffee and cinnamon toast, we heard the furnace quit. After learning from the oil company that they could not bring any oil until late evening, I excused myself and went down to the garage stalls and siphoned off a small bottle-full of oil from the tank by propping bricks under two of its legs. I primed the burner and ran back upstairs and into the bathroom to Wash my hands and brush my teeth, which smelled, I thought, faintly like heavy fuel oil. When I entered the studio I observed the thermostate set at seventy- four but reading fifty-eight. Cold air blew from the baseboards. Chris, in the meantime, had pulled the blankets and bedspread from a sofa-bed, she sat on it in a tiny ball, shivering, silent, forlorn, wary. The sun reflected the brightness of the exposed sheets. I took her hint. I crossed the room under her shifting glare and sat next to her. She still looked directly into my eyes, as if to detect the first sign of any advance. I said very quietly, You probably won't believe me if I say I'm sorry about all this. I moved to kiss her lightly and found I had to lean further than I had expected as she withdrew. In order to save my balance I put out my hand awkwardly, and it came to rest on the pile of blankets - directly on her thigh. Too sur- prised myself to do anything else, I followed through and kissed her briefly and softly. When I moved by head back to see the pleasurable expression on her face, I saw her staring very wide-eyed at me. I began to form an apology, but she spoke first. Could I ask, just out of curiosity, what cologne or aftershave is that? Fuel oil, number two! I joked, but she appeared to take it seriously. At this very uneasy moment, I debated whether to move or not to move, as Chris sat perfectly motionless, watching me closely. Seeing in her gaze the rapt invitation I presupposed, I looked at the pyramid of bed covers pulled around her and whispered very romantically, May I come inside your wigwam ?', Stop it, she said. I began to unwrap her covers teasingly, as the furnace sputtered to a halt. Stop it or I'll scream. I was so surprised by her remark that I stopped, looked at her, and laughed softly. I continued my work. No sooner had the chuclde left my lips than she did scream. RAPE! I froze, flabbergasted. RAAAPEl!l As I began to extricate myself, thinking of my nosy landlady only a few hundred feet away, Chris mistook the direction of my movements and flailed away at me with her fist. It caught me on the bridge of the nose. Lights flashed, a formidable shockwave of nausea ran through me, and my nose ached exceedingly. We both sat there for a minute, equally stunned. She probably expected to be beaten angrily into submission. So did I. It was her turn. You incredible bastard! You unthinking, unfeeling, heartless, unimpressive, self-centered, clod son-of-a-bitch! YOU WORM! ! I was almost on the verge of tC2.1'S, partly from the pain and partly from the shock of what had happened. I concen- trated very intently on restraining myself. Ever since the first time you opened your mouth, you tumed me off. Ever since your first sermon, I've been una- ble to cultivate my interest in you as a person. Even though I wanted to. But you're a nothing! Two hundred minuses and no plusses! You couldnit even leave a bit of mystery over what kind of person you are. You couldn't let our relationship quietly reveal the facets of your personality. You couldn't make our friendship a series of stones weld overturn to find new secrets and revelations. No, from minute one, you came on like a landslide! 'Hi, I'm Tom Finne- gan, and here's what I think about everything in the worldl' GOD, what GALL! ! ! There was a strong stinging sensation around my nose, and I had to blink my eyes furiously as they glossed over. Warm blood trickled onto my lip. That sight slowed her down a little. She dabbed a Kleenex at the base of my nose. I'm probably as sorry as you are, Tom. I would never have believed that his could happen. But it may do us some good. It will certainly do YOU some good. It will help you to do it right next time? I could hear the plowing rush of my landlady coming across the yard as she hastened to catch all the gory details, and satisfy her misgivings about renting her studio to a non-church-going, motorcycle-riding, unmarried young man. Could you take me home now, please?,' The God damn Yamaha that had burst out across the line on a false start came back around and forced his way in between my Bultaco and the red Maico who had been only inches away from me to start with. I had a nasty vision of the three of us going down in a tangle of handlebars. I dreaded first-lap, first-turn mishaps, as I always pictured myself at the bottom of a twelve-foot pile of bikes and riders. Tom! said a voice which was totally drowned out by the horde of screaming two-strokes. My left hand barely touched my helmet as we all did likewise awaiting the start. Hey, Tom! My helmet was resting on the bars, for God's sake, so ready was I to grab the clutch lever and - Hey, FINNEGAN!!! Somehow I heard that, and looked across the Yamaha and the Maico to the fence, and instantly I spotted Bruce and his girl and a marvelous-looking, long-haired young lady. He was pointing to her and saying something I could not make out. Finally, he stopped, thrust his hand into his pocket, skimmed through his change and keys and held up a coin, a broad smile on his face. Oh? I thought. The Yamaha left the line as I grabbed for my clutch, and he shoved my handlebars around in a wide arc that resulted in my falling over and getting my right leg pinned under the rear wheel, while the throttle buried itself in the soft dirt - wide open. By the time I shut off the bike, my Lucky Racing Boot had been chewed away, exposing remnants of my Lucky Racing Sock and a skinned-up Lucky Racing Ankle. While I sat in the doorway of my van as a track official wrapped my foot in gauze, my cheering section walked up. Hi, bikey! Say, that was rare form on the starting line, all right! You're lucky you're still alive!', Well, I don't want to blame anyone in particular, BRUCE, but . . . They all had a good laugh. I spoke to the unknown young lady. And OF COURSE, your name MUST be Penny! 'QAbsolutely correct. And you, Tom, are the sorriest excuse for a motorcycle racer I've ever seen. Oh, please don't prejudge me so, Penny! Usually that doesn't happen until the second or third lap! I got to hob ble over to the bike and try to straighten the handlebars. But I turned to face her again. Are you artistic? She looked mildly surprised. Am I artistic?? she smiled. Do you paint or sculpt? Or photograph ? I paint a little, she fibbed. Why, do you?', No, I don't have any ability myself, AS YOU CAN SEE!!', She laughed. But I admire people who have talent. 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Q f A . k R. .M M A Parents gather in fall to meet instructors and administration members. aol Oliver CAST Mr. Bumble - Kenneth Meloney A Mrs. Corney - Donna Schultz Oliver - Susan Rex Assistants -jay Madigan, George Carpenter Mr. Sowerbury - Edmund Pare Mrs, Sowerbury - Leslie Pope Charlotte - Laura Gottlieb Noah - Robert Lichtenstein Artful Dodger - Timothy Kelly - Fagin - Alfonso Giansanti Nancy - Sandi Fico Bet v- Kathleen Norton Bill Syl-tes - Albert Sokaitis 7'-Q' CHORUS Bonnie Burcaw Pamela Ronnc Linda Newman Robin Longo Lynda Maksynowicz Francine Bresniek Nancy Dolan Gloria Marino Ax Susan Usher lf . - Theresa Manara Q Cathy Schachter Stephanie Brown Kathleen Norton Mrs. Bedwin - Pamela Ronne Mr. Brownlow -john Madigan Dr. Grimwig -john Schultz Old Sally - Robin Longo Old Lady - Ellen Carta Night Watchman - Robert Lichtenstein Bow Street Runners - Matthew Haynes, George Carpenter 'l'own's People - Ellen Carta, Matthew Haynes, john Schultz, George Carpenter, Laura Gottlieb vi' 71' IH.. Miss Randazzle - Tracey Drake Mitzi- Leslie Pope Fritzi - Tracey Drake Agnes - Deb Brentlinger Lt. Liebowitz - Nancy Dolan Spearchucker - Steve Corbett Major Haskell - Dawn Whitman Extras - Tony Spinnato, Nancy Dolan, Whitman Dawn Ai'S H CAST General Hammond A Vince Agresti Private Boone - Rik Gutake Lt. Blake - Dean Buck Captain McCarthy - Lois Moran Lt. Fury -Johanna Dowing Sgt. Devine -john Madigan Lt. Kimble - Kathy Norton Capt, Burns A Dave Bryan Father Mulcahy A-john Schultz Capt. Waldowski A Vince Agresti Trapper john - Bob Caommerer Ugly - Al Sokaitas Radar - Dan Mara Capt. Pierce - Al Giansanti Duke - Scott Zelkan Hcrjon - Leslie Pope Private Lopez - Steve Corbett Korean Women - Deb Brentlinger, Mary Bubbico Lt. Phillips - Barbara Frechette Major Houlihan - Beth Tilton Congresswoman - Dawn Whitman Dean Lodge - Nora Impelliteri Holiday and special dinners occurred frequently. 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B UQ SE' CD ,- Hg: 'I '51 EH SPGRTS iF :' Pi wi ,5i,c'c'oW H 5 Virfbaalw eff:S'4-. m y'?gm U iEv03 ' Ji?-5-'US' 5 1 gain- VQEE3, W an i mmwg an 99 Cheerleaders Soccer Cheerleaders Terri Rabun Debbie Brentlinger Patti Hughes Johanna Downing Lois Moran Mimi Beaupre Lori Cobb Kathy Waltz ,Ian McCallum Susan Reichard 100 Basketball Cheerleaders Mimi Beaupre Stephanie Fazzine jan McCallum Debbie Olean Susan Reichard Liz Twist Kathy Wfaltz Malverne Williams Advisor - Mrs. Moe Thompson Assistant - Phyllis LaPenna iw 'W-nd' Baseball 102 THE TEAM - FALL 1973 Catcher - Mike Walsh Batting Average .367 Was at bat 30 times, made 11 hits and 8 runs Pitchers - Henry Barletta, Tom Whitehead Batting Average .347 john McKenna, Ed Burghardt, Steve Fonicello First Base - Do-Bee Putz Second Base -john Lynch Third Base - Steve Corbett Batting Average .476 Outfielder and fill-in on the mound - A1 Sokaitis Batting Average .467, led the team with 4 home mms, and 9 runs batted in, also led with 4 errors Others -john Dubinsky, Pete Maiz, Bob Conrad, jeff Greiner, Terry O'Donnell, Bob Kuzbyt Coach -james Grant FALL SEASON 6 wins 2 losses In a Coast Guard double header, Mitchell won 7 5 both times but lost to C G in a later game. Mitchell won over Connecticut College and over Mohegan Community College twice SPRING SEASON SCHEDULE Orange Community College Duchess Community College johnson-Wlales junior College Rhode Island junior College Bronx Community College U.S. Coast Guard Academy j.V. Nassau Community College Post junior College Leicester junior College Westchester Community College Housatonic Community College Dean junior College Suffolk- Community College 'I04 44 r Basketball THE TEAM Bob Charbonneau - 6'5 N Guard Bob Conrad james Dineen Paul Freedman - 6'4 Center Forward jeff Greiner - 6'2 Forward john Henegan - 6'3 H Richard Kask - 5'11 jim Lee - 6'2 john Lynch - 5'8 N Guard Kevin McDermott - 6'5 H jerry Smith - 6'0 james Snow - 6'1W Back-up Guard Al Sokaitis - 6'1 H Captain Tom Whitehead Raymond Williamson - 6'2 H Guard Coach - Douglas Yamall Manager - Bill Shea Scorer - Alan Swartz Front row - Kask, Conrad, Lynch, Whitehead, Smith. Second row - Snow, Greincr, Lee, Charbonneau, Dineed. Third row - Coach Yamall, McDermott, Henegan, Williamson, Freedman, Sokaitis, Shea. 106 THE SEASON RECORD 17 wins 7 losses For the first time in five years of hosting the TIP-OFF TOURNEY Mitchell won beating Hostos Community College 86-82 and Bristol Community College 76-49. Consolation Championship Eastern Conn S.CJ.V. won 88-67 Southeaster UConn won 60-56 U.S.C.G.A.j.V. won 50-48 Ulster Community College won 68-66 Housatonic Community College lost 81-85 Orange Community College won 96-79 Post junior College lost 103-97 Nassau Community College lost 84-66 Fashion Inst, of Technology lost 87-95 Greater Hartford Community College won 96-89 Westchester Community College lost 82-89 Southeaster UConn Won 75-63 Thames Valley S.T.C. won 88-78 Suffolk Community College lost 88-92 Dean junior College won 99-86 U.S.C.G.A. j.V. lost 72-70 Rockland Community College won 97-86 ,ff -an x My -www... . ,,, . ,.....,,,...W ,, E 'Ar V V im .A saf- H' Vi' R fi v,'g' W ' WM - ? f ??ff'5 ! WMM , l If 1, ff,,, j ,,, ,,,, ,pf N.. aww ,.-w 'W WM M-M-m N M M., .jr-li' ' w Ill Soccer THE TEAM Co-Captain Kairon Emmanuel Co-Captain Brian Murray Goalie Bob Sears Hildreth Laurencin Glenn Costa julio Avellon Basil Bames Keith Bolles Greg Kelly John Allyn Coach james Lennox Both Co-Captains made the 3rd team of Coaches All-American. Hector Alcantara jeff Buehler Eric Deltgen Alfredo Ibenez Nelson Allen Mark Newman Sid Ryan THE SEASON RECORD 8 wins 5 losses Ulster C.C. 1-0 loss Bridgeport -I.V. 4-0 win Rockland Community College 3-1 win Dean junior College 7-2 win Post junior College 13-O win Westchester Community College Southern Conn. ,I.V. Nassau Community College 1-0 loss Brown University .I.V. Orange Community College 1-0 loss U. of Conn Frosh. 3-1 win Staten Island Community College 2-O loss The Mitchell team was seeded in 3rd position in the N.,I.C.A.A. 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'rv' 192, - 'SMU sw Rf ,k' 'N ww , fi ff, .L 'Q dv 'Zig . ,. 'MW .31 -3 y 1+W3-.w W. N, ..' .,- 1 M . bg Tennis 1. - -,fi -lu' li s eed M I, f- n',1L,1r,- .,.. H8 K-dnunnlu CIIIIZ' illl ,U!l!!t 1 vb ,Y,, 'N A l ,ff ,WTT Gail Collis and Scotty Firth participated in the New England Open Tennis Tourna- ment in October 1973 at Yale. They were twice victorious over Connecticut College 6-4, 6-1, but lost to Springfield twice, 6-3, 6-1. SPRING SCHEDULE johnson-Wales junior College Nassau Community College Leicester junior College Dean junior College Coach james Lennox Sailing 4 sr' qn ll1'l . ..Mu.q , Intramurals Coach -james Grant FOOTBALL Six teams participated in football in the fall. Matteson had a team from each of the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors. Saunders 5rd and 4th floors each had a team and the Commuters, who were the Champions, put up a team. Dick Kask played for Matteson 2, Henry Barletta, Paul Freedman and Don Filkins for the 4th floor. john Lynch, Al Sokaitis, jerry Smith, Kevin McDermott, and Doug Sanders came out from Saunders 3, Pete Maiz and john Schultz from the 4th. Al Giansanti, Steve Corbett and joe Illinger were on the Commuters team. SOCCER Referee - Mike Walsh Matteson 4th floor and a team known as the Pickups vied for top score with Matteson taking the honors. jim Mellors, Mike Kraus, Don Filkins, Henry Barletta, David Walker and Spiro Verios played for Matteson. Ed Burghardt, Brian Grayboff and john McKenna were on the Pickup team. BASKETBALL Four teams came out for Basketball, one from 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors of Matteson plus the Commuters. The Commuters were lucky in having King Gaskins on their team along with Steve Corbett, Doug Saunders, Dan Mara, and Kurt Kutzner. Bob Kuzbyt, Mark Newman, and Richard Bocheman played for Matteson 2nd, Brian Murray, Larry Barry, Ed Burghardt and Mike Florio for 3rd and Henry Barletta, Don Filkins, Mike Kraus and Keith Bolles for 4th. HOCKEY Five teams were formed for the first time in this sport this year. Matteson 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors were again competing and Saunders 2nd and 4th floors got together a team each. 120 rs HT 1 , ,. - 1 5 1 A fl il 5 1 is 'T 4 -z 4, 1 ii HI 4 , 3. Bk il I2I Field Hockey THE TEAM Janne Wenz Gail Collis Sue Reddy Marilyn Gilbert Deborah Campbell Malverse Williams Mary McKenzie Lynn Wolfkiel Kathy Bree Elizabeth Tilton Sue Brown Scotty Firth - Goalie Robin Longo Mary Eve Mahony Coach Mrs. Fran Pinhey THE SEASON SCORES Bridgeport 3-0 loss Barrington 1-O loss Connecticut College 4-0 loss Westem College 1-0 loss U. of Conn. 2-O win U.R.I. 1-O loss 122 --. W ,K 'Qi ig 15-M hx --.,, . ,QL f. .5 ,s 'M Q M' Egg ,M f. V , V, - 'ff , , . .,.,,,. 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'S atm? , ,XJ V1 'xrfwv ' , 1,-,gif-l A 1 ,,'N .wyxl r- Hx- K 4-wie,-a, 'Z 3.3 1,1 ,ffqm x.,a.m. . 4: gn..K-,.-Stmwymxg-.1L1L3, ,ZA fi -hi' :.i.,,, L 'A W 'L 4 'w9ff4SIf'2L Mrs. Fran Pinhey Coach WOMEN'S VOLLEYBALL TEAMS Varsity Robin Longo junior Varsity Mary McKenzie Joanne Wertz Cathy Bree Gail Collis Sue Norgeot Debbie Campbell Nancy Freer Sue Reddy Laura Coccione Mary Mahoney Kathy Walsh WOMENS BASKETBALL Gail Collis, Sue Reddy and Malverse Williams are members of the team which has had a 5-5 season with a 40-52 Wm over Mohegan Community College. As thc bell rolls clzsstimc X f fw ff ,, ? lffifei f - i ,f , Q 'lr M' PN Kcith Bolles records - in form. The fetal pig in bio lab. '95 ,Q 21 O I if wh ny, Nw. KL 0 NQ 5 l S A, ' Speech class demonstration. 01 R Do you mcan I should really cat this? N.-. ,, ,- ln... J -MT gv K F gif 49-. t V, A4 X ' yy, ,M I , 2 W .1.,MWM . H J :iw kms.. , ' v' . K ,,.rL K. Q .-,. :mb ' ki . 5 !. 3 uhm 'nfmlnp 'nf-. 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' Z3 :lc '13 Q 1 fa E RUN' w 553, C3-5-'ivfi -,iwgg :wf S553 ,.,...:: pmcrrn fl , 92,3-N Sew .5 - Z S m fb 552 ing! EGP... 5-3 mn. E' M-3' 'rn 45' 'RQ Zi me 5. ... UI 1 1 -I'- S I l O U! XO ,, X, . ,, 135 PATRONS Ernes+ Ara ngle Dr. and Mrs. Henry N. Barle++a - I7 Pi+ney Avenue, New Providence, N.J. 07974 Mr. and Mrs. Richard P. Boucher- 54 Walnu+ Road, W. Barringfon, R.I. 02890 Mr. and Mrs. Richard P. Boucher, Sr. - 67 Osborne S+ree+, Danbury, C+. 068 I0 Mr. and Mrs. Paul F. Brown - 43 Bush Hill Drive, Nian+ic, C+. 06357 Helen B. Bryan - 26 Runnymeade Road, Chafham, N.J. 07928 W. Bur+on Bryan - 26 Runnymeade Road, Chafham, N.J. 07928 Mary L. Buehler - 462 Channing, Wesffield, N.J. 07090 Eileen A. Campbell Mrs. Joseph Caravella - 277 Madison S+ree+, Fifchburg, Ma. OI420 Mr. and Mrs. Sidney R. Collis - 70 Fieldsfone Drive, Basking Ridge, N.J. 07920 Mr. and Mrs. Joseph G. Eldridge -4I Bush Hill Drive, Nianfic, C+. 06357 Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Farris - Av.de Fonfainebleau I4, I4I0 Waferloo, Belgium Mr. and Mrs. lsadore S. Freedman - I3 Marcus Road, Sharon, Ma. 02067 Mr. and Mrs. Graham R. Greer, Sr. - I58I Round Swamp Road, Plainview, N.Y. I I803 Mr. and Mrs. Carmine L. Geruso - I0 Allen O'NeilI Drive, Nor+on Heighfs, C+. 06820 Mr. and Mrs. Raymond W. GiIber+, Jr. -- Mohackemo Drive, Norwalk, C+. 06850 Rev. Simon Hage - 7 Connec+icu+ Avenue, New London, C+. 06320 Mr. and Mrs. Jack Hengber - 25I New Bridge Road, New Milford, N.J. 07646 Mr. and Mrs. Norman F. Hills - I I5 Cen+er S+ree+, We+hersfield, C+. 06I09 Ralph Hull - Seymour, C+. An+hony J. Impelli++eri Mr. and Mrs. Emil F. Jachmann - 62I Wa+erview Road, Oceanside, N.Y. I I572 Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Jackson - Box 584, Riverhead, N.Y. I I90I John Jackson - Senior Mr. and Mrs. S+anley Kawalczyk - Box 384, Fishers Island, N.Y. 06390 Mr. and Mrs. A. B. Krabol - I2 Church S+ree+, Windsor Locks, C+. 06096 Mr. and Mrs. William A. Kuhan - I543 Ea+on Avenue, Befhlehem, PA I80I8 Helen Kuzbyf and family - I6 Ranchwood Drive, Trenfon, N.J. 086I8 Mr. and Mrs. John B. Lane - 32 Cedar Avenue, Pleasan+ville, N.Y. I0570 Mr. and Mrs. Edward T. Lynch - 204 Hazard Avenue, Enfield, C+. 06082 Mr. Frank J. Markewicz - R+. 24, Box 3 I I, Chesfer, N.J. 07930 Mr. and Mrs. James D. Markiiohn - 345 Poore Road, Conneau+, Ohio 44030 Mr. and Mrs. Edward J. McManus - 24 Park Road, Simsbury, C+. 06070 Mr. and Mrs. Frank A. Miskiewicz - I72 Old Canfebury Turnpike, Norwich, C+. 06360 Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Monfeleone - Hope S+ree+, Nianfic, C+. Mr. and Mrs. Donald R. Newman - I I8 Main Avenue, Ocean Grove, N.J. 07756 John D. Plan+, Jr. - Murray Lane, Guilford, C+. 06437 Mr. and Mrs. George M. Rose - 2326 Windsor Road, Alexandria, Va. 22307 Mr. and Mrs. Rober+ J. Walker - 88 Brookview Road, Windsor, C+. 06095 Mr. and Mrs. Willard F. Waferfield - 98 Kennedy Road, Manchesfer, C+. 06040 Malverse Williams fa+her Mr. and Mrs. John J. Wilson - 42 Deep Run, Cohassef, Ma. 02025 HARTING'S SPIRIT SHOPPE 455 Mon'I'auIr Avenue New London, Conneclicuf 06320 Phone 442-8244 Complimenls of PORT OF ENTRY CAFE 95 Pequo+ Avenue New London, Connec+icu+ Congralulalions Io 'rhe Class of '74 CIRCLE MOTORS OF GROTON, INC. - Au+o Body and Painl' - 44 bridge S'rree+ Grofon, Connec+icu'I 06340 GATES and BECKWITH Painl' and Wallpaper 397 Williams SI'ree+, New London, Conn. Open Monday 'Ihrough Sa'I'urday 8 A.M. Io 5:30 P.M Telephone 442-8567 RAUB'S SPORTING GOODS RAUB'S SPORTING GOODS Complele Iine of Hunling and Fishing Equipmem' Guns - Ammunilion - Foolball - Golf - Baseball - BasIce+baII - Tennis - Archery - Scuba Gear - Ski Equipmem' I49 SI'a+e SI'reeI', New London, Conneclicul' Telephone 443-6 I 43 T94 vs anus Reslauranl - Lounge Nian'Iic, ConnecI'icu+ PFIZER INC GROTON CONNECTlCUTO634O CHEMICALSfRESEARCHfDIAGNOSTICSfDlVlSlONS -'LINCQLN QIL INCH THE SPIRITS AND eizoe SHOPPE 769 Bank S+ree+ New London, Conn. 06320 246 Pequof Ave. Tel- 442- I 229 ADDITIONAL PATRONS WATERFORD AIRPORT Walerford FIigh+ School Aerial Phofography - Renlals Waierford, Connec+icu+ Telephone 443-2297 Mr. and Mrs. Anlhony A. D'Angelo I2 Fowler C+., New London, C+. 06320 Lesler H. Ableman - Monfaulz Pharmacy 204 Monfaulc Ave., New London, CI. 06320 Mr. and Mrs. Edward W. McKenzie 40 Oak Ridge Gafe, Danbury, C+. 086I0 The John P. Kadimilrs I I2 Main S+., Succasunna, N. J. 07876 Mr. and Mrs. John T. Bales Cenfer Moriches, N. Y. I I934 Enioy Pizza and Grinders and Spagelli wilh a boH'Ie of Beer a+ TH E PIZZA BARN Wilh 4 pizza you gel one free Complimenls OCEAN AVE. SERVICE STATION, INC. 440 Ocean Ave. New London, Connec+icu+ NEW LONDON TEN PIN, INC. Fron+age Road - R+e. 95 New London, Connec+icu+ .1 06320 I f if Z Enioy Pizza and Grinders wiih a BoH'Ie of Beer al' OCEAN PIZZA PALACE I3 140 Complimenfs of THE STUDENT CCUNCIL Congra+ula+ions From fhe Ca'fe+eria S+a'ff of Bed Wishes Fm' SAGA Foon SERVICE MR. AND MRS. R. J. HARTENSTINE 20 COUf+ BOOSTERS Pomp+on Plains Mr. and Mrs. Edward R. Burghard+ Diane Corsale'Hi New Jersey 07444 Mr. and Mrs. Kennefh Greiner Mr. and Mrs. Edward H. Hun+ Mr. and Mrs. John M. Nevius Mrs. Carbery O'Shea Mr. and Mrs. John P. Owens Mr. and Mrs. Alphons Pere Mrs. Howard A. Spear, Jr. Mr. James Weeks CompIimen+s of CARLOS A. ORCHARD 55 Ches+nu+ Avenue Larchmon+, New Y k Besi' Wishes From Congra+uIa+ions From MR. AND MRS. BEN-'AM'NB'W' FRTEk'35'5.EAS?kA HOFFMAN 348 Nor+hhamp+on Road, 5 I 9 Sfanwick Road, A h M h G ' h C ' 0 002 0 830 Another bit of history is launched The sea and ships. The men who sail them. And those who build them, Together they've shaped one ot New Englands tinest traditions. From the nations early seafaring days, New England- made ships have added strength to US. commerce and to its naval influence. They still do. Today, in Mystic, you can see the stately sguare-riggers ot old, the tall masted ones with a glorious past. While in Groton, at Groton, Connecticut 06340 GENERAL DYNAMICS A Electric Boat Drvlsron An Equai Opportunity Employer General Dynamics, we're building what may be the most advanced technical project in the world -the nuclear powered submarine. General Dynamics is proud ot its role in continuing a great heritage. lt's a role in which you may someday wish to participate. It you're going on to higher education or advanced technical training, why not at the start give a thought to nuclear submarine construction as a possible career? rr dwanaa J' - CONGRATLLLA-flows 'M' ' MA 5 E N no R S T, SW had - FROM . Adlufylfw 5. A. M. Q. K-U CONGRATULATIONS SENIORS DEE BAKER ,YL Ei From iw M vii Eg The Members of 'Ihe FacuI+y, Sfaff and Adminisrrarion ,OJ fvvmzs ww? C5 of ESQ AWA -Mow UN-if 5-JE MITCHELL COLLEGE qw 5'-'-6 3l1:ILI-nu' JSI' 2, ' We nc U :I-440472 Fehskeos gr Yana Bes+ Wishes +o +he Class of I974 From A FRIEND Congra+uIa+ions +o 'rhe Class of I974 ARNOLD YELIN Our Besi' +o +he Class of I974 gg photographers, inc. Copy and Res+ora+ion Commerce' Mr. and Mrs. John P Aerial Phofography Wedding Candids Lynch and Por+rai+s in Black and Whife and 30 Oxford Sheet Color Specialisfs in Yearbook Phofography Hanford' CI' 06 I 05 346 A+Ian+ic S+ree+ Home Telephone S+amford, Conn. 0690! I203I 322-4302 I203I 327-224I 44 s .1 X The Staff of this year's Thames Log have tried to carry out the theme of The Signs of Our Times, and the photo above seems to fit into the scene. In putting our book together, we found that some would rather let cobwebs gather than produce. However, there were many who did help, and we wish here and now to express our gratitude to: the typing students, Miss O'Donnell for sparing some of her drama group to do printing, to Mr. Hargrove and Mr. Hatfield for contributing pictures, to Miss Gavitt, Mrs. jameson and Miss Foley for helping with lists of names, to Mrs. Kleckner for being guardian of the keys to the office and darkroom, to Mr. Enos for bearing with us and not scolding too much when floors were not as clean as he'd like them, to Mrs. Chamberlain and Angie for helping get funds through ads, and to any others whom we may not have mentioned by name but to whom we owe thanks. May you all enjoy the end result. 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