Quinnipiac University - Brave Yearbook (Hamden, CT)

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY - I963 Early in the morning of September 9, 1959, our glorious crusade for higher learning begins. The stately auditorium of Quinnipiac College reverberates to the thunder of little feet. Five hundred of them. Atop the feet, attached in some nebulous manner which Mr. Katz will presently strive mightily to pound into the skulls of his would-be biology scholars, are two hun- dred and fifty human entities which make up the raw material of the new freshman class. Inno- cently, with bland faces, we listen to the old master deliver his usual best ever-selectest ever- smartest ever-biggest-ever tirade. This, we are told, is one of his shorter efforts. With sinking hearts we wonder what a full scale oration will entail. Would the human mechanism be equal to such a demand? Our dwarf minds cannot conceive it. Impossible. Little do we know of the old master, utterer of subtleties. For him it is possible. We will see it come to pass. A flurry of welcomes, instructions, lists, dry jokes, titles, names, inundates us. Dazed we pass out of the great hall. We have met the enemy and we are theirs. Behind us on the field the victors crowd together, smiling and nodding in their black robes. Timorously we venture forth into our new world. Our recollection of this period is dim. Faint cries of Where is 18, I can't find it , Beware of juergensen and Baroque , and Come on, there's a girl in the cafe I want you to meet . These intrude themselves into our con- sciousness, along with an aura of impossible homework assignments and personal inade- quacy. Gradually we begin to grow more as- sured, however, and some progress is made. The first tests are taken. A few cars turn right on Whitney Avenue and head for the Army re- cruiter. Most stay. Life goes on. Time waits for no man, even those as harried as we. We elect our freshman officers. Our attention is directed to social activities, class dances, socials, clubs, athletics. In varying degrees we sample them. Christmas vacation. Some of us lucky enough are blessed with term papers, the rest have to be content with catching up on old homework or, perish the thought, resting and doing nothing. When we return the Spector of finals stalks the halls, and when they are over, we all, but some especially, know that they are called finals for more than one reason. Returning after the mid-term recess, we search in vain for certain faces. They have fallen. New elections are necessary. Our ofli- cers have found popular acclaim is not a guar- antee of immunity from finalities. With our new officers we strive on. Our spring dance at the New Haven Lawn Club is an unparalled success. Older and wiser now, we have-at the challenges our professors hurl at us. Each chal- lenge leaves us still older and wiser. A brief respite is granted us for the annual Quinnipiac Weekend. Some of the wise sages, responding to the convivality of the moment, convocate and declare college life would be fine if we could somehow extend the weekends, say from Thurs- day to Tuesday, with Wednesday as the new day of rest. Like many fine plans, however, this utopian ideal is too far advanced for its time and dies an inglorious death under the forces of conservatism. They laugh. With the prom and the picnic in the past, we settled down for the struggle against the grim reaper called fin- als. Strive we do, but he, without remorse, lays low a goodly number of our companions. We return in the fall of 1960 decimated but undaunted. Those that remain are the chosen ones. Unfortunately, others, lowly freshmen, swell the ranks of the student body beyond the phsyical capacities of the college. Dean james, acting on a theory of Dean Bennett, uncovers a new and disturbing type of student, the bivehicular. This particular student has the disquieting habit of driving to school early in the morning and parking his car in the parking lot. He thereupon walks to the corner, gets on the bus, goes home, and brings his family's second car to school and parks it. While the sociological, psychological, and moralistic as- pects of this phenomonon may provide Dean