New York University School of Commerce - Commerce Violet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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I- A story will be told in the following pages. It has been told before and undoubtedly it will be told again as long as the School of Commerce is in existence. It is the story of people, places and events. It is the history of a part of our lives. It chronicles our mistakes and our learn- ing, our fun and our unhappiness. As you read on, a part of our lives will unfold. From shaky start to triumphant, sure completion it is the story of our four years at the NYU School of Commerce, Accounts and Finance. We appreciate the opportunities we have had . . . the chance to learn under the best instructors availableg to expe- rience and experiment in the largest and greatest business cen- ter in the world. To meet and work with famous men of the business world, among them many successful alumni of the School of Commerce. Where else could we so avail ourselves of the unlimited possibility of a combined theoretical and practical education? Only in New York City and at New York University is this harmonious blending an actual fact, not merely a longed for possibility. No matter how high the standard of instruction and faculty experience in a college, it IHLISI be combined with social diversion if the education is to be complete. We have had an abundance of good times to supplement classroom procedure. Friends, too, are an integral part of a college education. VV e are thankful for the opportunity to have enjoyed the fellow- ship of classmates and faculty in the past years and for years to come. All these factors play their part in the story told in this book. It is to the School of Commerce, its faculty, its students and its alumni that we dedicate the 1953 Commerce Violet. 5

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Brighi blue .T.U. .- affernoons and quiei' sfreeis pretend at being Summer, until morning frost and dancing breath release the mask and show the red and gold. Then morning crisp remains all day-it's time for sweaters and a glance at strange new books. But just a glance, then watch the sparkling breeze shake life into the lazy leaves g shake life into the lazy square and make the 'side- streets sing with light talk, lighter feet, heavy books and plans. Encouraged by its first success the gentle blue tries on a steely grey and sends the village flying. Overcoats come out to iind September's promise, but only see the early night and winking windows.