New York University - Violet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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1 t 1 CAESAR P. IVIARCHETTO ,MARTIN BERCK President Secretary and the Malt Committee of those days still tower ahove us menacingty in our memories, To us felt a iegacy of matoctorous fumes from the Nichols Building tahs and a weary hattle- in and out of Language or Philosophy Halt. Patience was to he our virtue. It was subdivided into hoolcstore patience and recorctefs omce patience. Litre Caesar We hecame virtuous slowly, hut retained the quality once we had arrivect. The campus changed around us to some degree. Trees were uprooted, the violet heds transplanted, yet it always seemed like home. The pigeons continued to haunt the Iihrary eaves and' eating at the cafeteria remained a ctithcutt taste. There the pert little htonci cashier coulctn't divert our attention from the food. We took her to Lawrence House to he part of the genial atmosphere that NIL and Mrs. P. A. maintained for us, and we showed her the macihouse of the Heights Daily News otqlfice. We took her to the dances at the gym, where the dollar could he stretched so much father. When we had the necessary cash there were costlier aprnairs in which to take part. -Q7

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enior 6f6Lf5:5 UR names are recorded and our photographs Witt serve to identity us, one to an- other. Today We need few reminders of our years spent together at the Heights- hut so many of us have teamed already how quictdy the past can fade away. In order that we may rememher, shalt We take one Hnat trip over the campus with its related environs and memories? Then, in times to come We may repeat our journey as frequently as we may Wish, either through our return or through the magic of these printed words. It seems as it it all started long, long ago. High schoot was hehind us, and with our purple cap, orange tie, and Palisades Handhoolq we viewed our majestic, wind-swept Campus. There were those who went out of their Way to torment us, Skull and Bones

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There was the Junior Prom at Billy Roses Diamond Horseshoe, or our heautifut Senior Prom atop the Hotel Pennsytvaniag these were reserved for the girl of our dreams. We could show her oft at the Polo Grounds, where the Violets, more frequently magnificent than shrinking, fought on the gridiron. With her we watched Howard Cann,s charges down mid-court at Madison Square to maintain themselves as one of the nation's out- standing hastcethatt team. Qhio Field was -ours, he it to watch the tractc team practice, the hastcethatt team clinch a game, or to play touch-toothatt during tunch hour. Many an hour was consumed on its hteachers over a hag lunch or a hun session. And as the years went hy there were always new freshmen to watch heing duntced in the horse trough hehind the Halt of Fame, afterward to partatce of a hetter education and the enjoyment which came with it. We were approaching our goat, and as the new classes came to tatce our ptace we assumed other rotes in the tradition. On a Sunday afternoon, the very sout of discretion, we swung a wide arc around Battery Hitt to leave the couple hy the Hagpote undisturhed, Then we wattced through the iron gates into the Halt of Fame, We wanted past hronze husts, taking in the sotemn greatness of statesmen, authors, poets, and sotdiers. Our eyes moved from the statues to the distant Jersey ctitts, and to the tip of Manhattan in the valley hetow. We reatized that We saw the same hroad arc of terrain the schoot founders had seen a century hefore. Slowly, very stowty, the patisades' grey shadows were cast upon the rippling Hud- son. And as the shadows have fallen gently for us, so witt it he forever for men of New Yort: University. But what do you mean, you dont have my program cards? You had them last year! 28