Queens College - Silhouette Yearbook (Queens, NY)

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with a 10 o'clock lunch, froze through March and melted the rest of the way in, fought for the last tunafish sandwich and lost Hayes and had to reimburse the library, and no one understood 'cause it seemed we'd been given money to buy it in the first place, and so we sold Treasury of the Theatre and made up the rest out of lunch money. But Venus continued her nine months tour around the world, as Dr. de Laguna was wont to remind us, and we, too, mushed on. Newly enfranchised, we put Lil Lari, Janet Galbraith Qmarried, nowj , Tom Dent, Larry Smirlock, Gab Fontrier, jack Alexander and Marty Wilkins on the Council. That term the sports policy of Queens College was established at the suggestion of President Klapper who came out strongly against big time athletics. So now the boys get along without banners and cheering throngs and concentrate on intra rather than extra mural sports. One Saturday we were all put through our paces for more than 400 over-heated relatives on Parents Day. Classes sat in dull, embar- rassed silence while Professor Pagliacci bravely carried on. It was a bang-up affair, especially when the May pole collapsed in the middle of an English folk dance. This gay day was only surpassed by the Carnival, the first of what was to become one of our slickest traditions All the fraternities and sororities on the campus participated in the contest for the best booth, and from 9 o'clock on, in a fever of creative passion, undergrads transformed the Quad into a gay, crepe paper world. Cafe d'Alpha Omega won the prize when the committee, on the verge of deciding, staggered in with parched throats and had a lemonade - on the house. That year we had a ferris wheel, a hay ride, peep show 50

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candle and we all sang Happy Birthday to You, and fairly shook the cafeteria with our sentiment, understandable since we had just seen our first professorial procession, and though Dr. Cayer's tam o' shanter from Oxford was still a thing of the future, the pageant was a sight to behold. This was a term of organization, organization, organization. The Student Council adopted a constitution-has anyone seen it? The Lens-Horizons was published-has everyone seen it? The Qu.een's Husband, first varsity play of the college, proved the first of Sally Pschenitza's many starring Hvehiclesf' The SAO brought us Gary Cooper in the Lives of the Bengal Lancers which ran as an added attraction to the Campus Newsreel - commentaries by The Hinckley. However he did it, photographer Lou Palmieri managed to miss 992, of the student body, but we liked looking at Tommy Ahearn anyhow. Christmas came, on the 25th of December as usual, with YV. Withers playing Santa to the Virginias of the Faculty. Oh, and it was this semester that we met our advisers. Well, it was a nice chummy idea, having advisers, and we will say they kept discreetly in the back- ground. It was this semester, too, when Mr. Knag made up all that messy business about student self registration which has since come to be known as the biennial rat-race. We marked time for about three weeks waiting for the kids to pass their regents in high school and then threw ourselves with renewed passion and vigor into our second semester. Our first spring term on the campus is suffused with a rosy glow. We suppose the cafeteria was jammed even then and the Quad no doubt had its bald spots, but now it seems we sipped cool lemonades on green velvety car- pets. The Apple Orchard be- came a reality. Shirley Chambers was on the basketball team which actually won a game. Marty Wilkins made a habit of cutting in on dancing to the juke box in the Upper Lounge: no one went to classes. VVhat actually happened was - we got our usual 9 to 4 programs 49

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fof faculty baby picturesj and a marriage booth before which Dean Kiely warned a blushing Mr. Garvey that this was his last chance. We could see the Trylon and the parachute jump growing out of the Flushing swamps that term and we invited the King and Queen of England to visit us on their way to Washington. Nothing happened on either count. The Playshop presented its first major production, Candida, and Chris Quinby in the title role struggled valiently with the booming fireworks from the Fair for the attention of the audience all through the third act. Vaguely surprised, we were taking exams. With a year to our credit we think we were saner, College, Queens College, wasn't saddle shoes and Junior Proms and convertibles and tres gay, College, Queens College, was subways, wind, Paul Klapper, a cigarette - good. SUPHUMUHES September, '39 - for us the beginnings of a second college year. For the world the beginnings of a second world war. The campus got socially significant, Father Coughlin was a fighting word, and inter- national policies were weighed and found wanting over cokes in the cafeteria. But active war on the home front confined itself to guerrilla tactics of sophs-versus-frosh. We were big stuff now, and out, liter- ally, for somebody's pants. In October that perennial orphan child-the SAO-was inaugurated with chairman Tom Dent's vocal banners flying. It was probably an awfully good idea, but nobody cared much one way or the other. A building became Walt Whitman Hall, with gilt letters to prove it, and everyone still called it A building. Similarly, the administration building became Jefferson Hall, and, appropriately enough, a bust of jefferson by Piccirilli was installed in the lobby. A few stray bicycle racks and park benches, plus some anemic looking trees along the ramp were new milestones on our way to the science-building-athletic stadium-library pipe dreams of our inmates. And the Crown actually ran pictures of the Queens College of the Future, all imposing glass brick and streamlined as anything. It was during this semester too that the announcements presaging 51