Rutgers University - Scarlet Letter Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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SCARLET $ LETTfk WILLIAM C. CLOVER LOUIS HEMERDA, JR. L. HORTON VAN CLEFT Senior Ball Chairman Prelident Serrelary-Treamrer The History of the Class of 1935 tROBERT S. HOPKINS, JR.-Historiani HEN the explorers of the future wander over the ground upon which stood Rutgers University of the Twentieth Century, they are going 'to experience the thrill of seeing ghosts which will be the only remaining visages of what we seniors knew as classmates, Professors and a memorable campus. These ghosts will not annoy the exploring party; rather they will help them by pointing out Old Queens, Van Nest, Holy Hill, The Library and Neilson Field, while the familiar buildings and places men- tioned will be surrounded by a peculiar haze that will be impregnable to the pick and shovel of the explorer . . . that haze is the memory which we shall have when we are graduated. It is all so clear and so real today that it is difficult to believe that one year will make the haze begin to settle, yet it is inevitable. It is not the purpose of the historian to predict the future, so let'us turn our thoughts to the senior class as it now stands, 237 strong at the beginning of its last year as an undergraduate body, about half its original size. In it are the names of men that are known to every undergraduate, and names of men who have been self-con- tained for these four years . . . hardly selfish men, bashful perhaps, but undoubtedly creditable to themselves and the University. This is a sensible class, but what senior group is not sensible? We are confident, and is not that the characteristic of all seniors? We have made our individual marks on the Campus . . . now for our marks in the world outside. XVe can do it . . . and we will! In our new lives let us reserve some time in which to think about that which has gone on before . . . let us dream for a while about the University and the men with whom we went to classes and labs and lectures. Let us look back on the Proms and Hops . . . let us Visit the houses in which our friends lived. All that dreaming will enable us to be better men, for behind it is the feeling of security and conndencn which the University has given to us. Let us not forget that iiHello that was drilled into us at the beginning and when we see our friends in our dreams, let us say uHellon and hear the same in answer. If you forget the name that goes with the face you think of, turn quietly to this page and imagine Ashley doing his diving, Banyard cutting Dr. Whitman, Borgenicht and Cantor thinking up an argument for someone, Chance with his red hair, and Chizmadia and his red sweater, Clover and Collett being men-