Montclair State College - La Campana Yearbook (Upper Montclair, NJ)

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LUCILLE ADONIS HELEN BIRNBAUM EDWARD DAWSON Wh o WILLIAM F ANTRY The sixteen seniors pictured on these two pages have received one of the highest honors awarded to members of their class. They have been elected to Who ' s Who Among Students in American Universities and Colleges, Voted on by department and administration heads and by the sophomore, junior and senior members of the SGA Board, these candidates were chosen through a process of ehmination. These students were selected on the basis of their leadership in campus activities, scholarship in academic work, and contributions and service to the school. FRANCES FUSCO DORIS HEYS DORIS KOPP

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Valentine Dance, Cupid ' s Cotillion, with the murals rolled out, the heart repainted and another Valentine Queen picked; and our poor Pizza Party, that had so few people and so much food that sick dorm girls were fed on pizza; the second spring carnival with our enduring coke toss and the long- lasting box of candy finally bought by Doc Milstead. For Lilactime on May 8, we Sophs rented an unfinished building and had two Swiss Chalets with everyone going to the wrong one. The Frosh-Soph picnic at Stokes had sunshine, food and early season swimmers. Highlights of the year: bank balance rising, first committee sign-up sheets in Lower Center and mid-summer preparations for big-brother-sister plans. This was our Sophomore year — we acquired a minor, completed studies of the whole child, and became even more of a class. But Sophomores grow up to be . . . JUNIORS Hope my little brother ' s a vet! We had the usual mixed-up Big Brother-Sister Dance where everyone meets the wrong freshman. Juniors are very sf)ecial people. They acquire their important class rings, and they discover that the wages of sin are Junior Week, in which decisions are made to teach elementary, and Junior Logs drift in several months late. More basketball games and age takes its toll — we didn ' t win every game. Again we had dances and parties, which included our Santa Claus Christmas party and the third annual Valentine Serenade (naturally, the murals are dusted off again). The big event was the Junior Dinner Dance, almost at the Casa Mana but: As faculty adviser to this class, I wish to point out that this deposit was solicited from college students who cannot afford to forfeit even this amount from their treasury. I am therefore requesting that you return this deposit to them. Hugh Allen, Jr. Finally we settled for Gene Boyles with little mugs as favors, late trackmen, no liquor permitted, dancing till our feet ached, and singing around the bar until 2 A.M. The carnival was better this year, and this time we sold kittens. As Juniors we learned that if you were a good teacher, there was no discipline problem. We listened, wide-eyed, to senior adventures in practice- teaching. And finally, inevitably, the beginning of the end — now we were . . . SENIORS What is this thing called teaching? I didn ' t learn enough! This is my best side, for senior yearbook pictures, and that man with the goatee. The first building finally completed was the men ' s dorm. Our campus was merely mud, smudge pots, mud, machinery, and more mud. This year we had our senior informal at the Wayne Country Club. Now we were almost professional as we tripped seriously down to Atlantic City for the teachers convention. Another basketball game, the Alumni tea, and interviews with recruiting principals were among the other highlights of the year. This was the time to complete those observations. Standard devia- tions and ccntile points reduced us to hysteria, while philosophy earnestly tried to .soothe us back into a state of calm. We endured practice teaching with its trials, tribulation, tears and triumph! Senior Week was glorious, endless, and final. Crammed in were the boat ride up the Hudson, the banquet, the President ' s Reception, and the senior ball at the Biltmorc; for we were the chosen ones, and the world was our oyster — plus or minus a few pearls. Where would we go after all this — after four autumns of color and football games, four winters of white beauty and windy moons, and four springs of newness and clean books? Now we were signing the last pages; the begin- ning of the end for after senior year comes . . . wonder — sadness — and a new beginning.

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