NYU Washington Square College - Album Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Lounge in the Limelight Okay, We'll Pose Sancluary lor cullers, delerrenl ol work, rendez- vous lor all, called lhe Pink Room lor ils walls, Room IOI lor ils locarion, lhe Giraffe Room lor obvious reasons, bul generally iusl lhe Lounge. Characlerized by a solid sheel ol smoke and noise, lhe piano blending in noi loo smoolhly, a molley aggregalion ol khaki, plaid, sloppy swealers and occasionally lhe navy blue ol a visiling alumnus. ll was here lhal The A.S.T.P. mixed wilh co-eds, and plans lor lhe relurn ol Sl. Johns' lndian were made. ln lhe back, The more serious sludenls langled wirh a chess board. Occasionally an oplirnislic grind opened a book, bul despile good inlenlions he was soon challing wilh lhe brunelle on his lell. The same people came lhal had lrequenled Com- mons. They lounged in comlorl now, llicking ashes surrepliciously, using lhe modernisiic sand boxes when someone was looking, as lhe hoslesses, lvlrs. Young and Mrs. Le Clerk can leslily. There were people who dropped in lo guzzle al lhe deluxe waler lounlain, lo chal belween classes, lo pick up lriencls .... or maybe a slranger. Socializing And in This Corner . . .

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I ln Tour years oT college you managed To meeT an amazing amounT oT people. Some were iusT casual classroom namesp some were your Triends. BuT There were so many people ThaT were parT oT The Square who reTurned your nods, and your smiles, and your small Talk. Like Frank The elevaTor boy who worked The odd elevaTor and enunciaTed Thir-rd so laugh- provokingly. And all The oTher genial dark-skinned Franks. There was Mr. AlTred l-lane, chieT air raid warden, who 300 pounds and all, kepT war-Time NYU on The alerT. Mrs. Mildred Parker was The person you saw Tor room permission and dance TickeTs. ln The recording oTTice, Miss Mabel Rabkin han- dled your maior-minor cards, soTTly admonished you abouT incompleTes and absenT grades, senT ouT Those precise, nerve-deTying Tinal TabulaTions. When you wanTed To see an adviser, iT was Miss Louise PaTTi who Told you his Tree hour-she who paTienTly, pleasanTly explained The inTricacies oT Till- ing ouT regisTraTion cards ThaT very TirsT day you sTarTed. In The Third Tloor SouTh where publicaTions held sway, Mr. Francis Flavelle wiTh a newly culTivaTed musTache, kepT maTTers in hand, calming over-ebulIi- enT BulleTin sTaTTers wiTh a Tew well-direcTed words and an easy smile. The digniTied grey-haired lady who sold cigareTTes, magazines, gave you someThing on your used books, and all The oTher clerks in The booksTore whose names you didn'T know louT whose Taces you liked. And ouTside, in The Park, was Dominick, shoe-shine man exTraorclinaire who sang lTalian songs wiTh each shine if he liked you, whose plea oT Wanna Shine? you could never reTuse - - - even if iT meanT coming To class laTe. T B 23 Dominick Takes Time OuT Frank Sardine-izing Sfudenis Mrs. Parker Seldom Sal'

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iff ,T ilwl, BeTween classes one could observe groups oT sober-eyed co-eds leaving The elevaTor on The TourTh Tloor scurrying To Their lockers, Then inTo lounges, Pompous 409 equipped wiTh sTiTT-backed chairs and unrelaxable couches, and sTricTly Tor Temales, was where The serious sTudenT sTudied-and dare noT smolce. BuT a Tew doors OTT, in a IiT+Ie room wi+h a circular bench in iTs cenTer, and a Toggish haze abouT iT, The verbo+en sign was oTT. When The rnale sTudenT soughT privacy and seclu- sion Trom The oTher sex, he Turned To The men's smoking room on The sevenTh Tloor Brown-a large, airy, lounging hall Tilled wiTh leaThery TurniTure and a pleasanT TranguilliTy. T-lere he could smoke, sTudy, and Tallc abouT his TavoriTe suloiecT wiTh a sympa- TheTic pal. STill, There was The AxworThy Browsing room, named Tor The laTe and much-respecTed ProTessor l-larold AxworThy, on The second Tloor OT lvlain. T-lere looTh sexes were permiTTed To lounge, scan Through The collecTion oT currenT periodicals and l3csT sellers, To smolce-and mighT occasionally smug- gle in a whisper.