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

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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

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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.

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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-