Northeastern University - Cauldron Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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The morning march ; 4fter the Sophomore year we entered the Great Void of Northeastern education — we became Middlers. In a five-year curriculum something ' s got to give, so at NU it ' s the third year. You must have had several dis- cussions like this: What year are you in at college? My third year. Oh, then you ' re a Junior. No, I ' m a Middler. I didn ' t quite catch that ' — a what? A Middler. You see, at Northeastern . . . And so on. Anyone who has been through that knows for sure that just being a Middler is the losingest of battles. Nevertheless, some important things happened while we were in the limbo of Middler ship. Dean Melvin retired from being Dean of Students to devote his time to teaching (twelve hours a week of classes seems to be his idea of retirement ) . Dean MacDonald replaced Dean Melvin, Prof. Ken- nedy replaced Dean MacDonald, Prof. Ryder was made Dean of Administration, and Prof. Vernon was ap- pointed Dean of the Graduate School. It was, in short, a peak year for dean-production. In a pretty cool maneuver on somebody ' s part, the sophomore-Middler Prom was billed this year as the Middler-Sophomore Prom, in deference to our ad- vanced status (or maybe someone decided we had a hard enough time just being Middlers without being last, too). This one was dubbed Cest Magnifique by its optimistic planners. Hayden Hall or Graduate Center. '

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And so we eventually became Sophomores, with a term of co-op between us and Freshmanhood — which enabled us to look down our worldly-wise noses at the Freshman fresh from Orientation. But some of the gloating and joy at finally being Sophomores was dampened by a $75 increase in upperclass tuition that year. Even at that, though, engineers ' tuition was only (only??) $260 — which was to seem like the good old days by the time we were Seniors. That ' s where my money goes . . . And one of the places was into the construction of the Classroom-Laboratory Building, which was at first designated A Building (for $1,800,000 I should hope they got a building out of the deal). But soon it was dubbed Hayden Hall, thus enabling professors to tell their classes with utmost academic impunity to Go to H. That year — and our Senior year too — were the big years for building- naming, with the gym becoming the Godfrey Lowell Cabot Physical Education Center (when they name a building they certainly do go all out). And speaking of the gym, the NE ' WS reported on March 1, 1957, that NU had bought the apartment block just west of the GLCPEC — the g m — for demolition and replacement by a swimming pool. By our Senior year the demo- lition certainly had taken place, but nary a sign of swimming facilities was to be seen. The Sophomore-Middler Dance at the end of Division A ' s January-April term was apparently used to bring a sleep and a forgetting to as many refugees of finals as possible. It was called Rainbow Rhapsody (yet another ethereal confection dreamed up by Dance-Namers Anonymous). and pay again.

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