Salisbury University - Evergreen Yearbook (Salisbury, MD)

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ruth whelzel ruth havenner whetzel FOR BEAUTY, STYLE, AND ECON¬ OMY, see ruth whetzel. attractive but not glamorous; well and neatly dressed but not overly so; economical with her time, her finances, and her life, ruth has proved her capability of management in the college store as well as with children in the elementary school, though of re¬ tiring nature, she always mak6s the grade with her work well done and on time, for rare refreshment, make her laugh and notice the crinkles about her eyes, it does the old heart good! - 126 !-

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robert talmage lockerman BOB” LOCKERMAN PLAYED varsity baseball, soccer, and basketball. as a senior he held the office of president of the student council, athletics, then, and administration are his aptitudes in which he has shown steady growth and a great devotion from year to year, consequently he had the distinguished honor of being voted two campus leaders titles: best all-around man, and best man athlete, steadfastness, reliability, and discretion were probably his admirable character¬ istics students considered. rachel olivia nelson OF THE TWO RACHELS, this one is tall and fair with lovely blue eyes—re¬ member those long lashes. her slender, tapering hands show her artistic ability which she expressed so vividly in art courses, but when dogs in her pictures turned out to have only three legs we wondered if she had gone surrealistic, she is a quiet yet popular member of our group, when one sees her, it is almost inevitable that mac is coming around the proverbial corner. rachel mary me mahan THIS IS THE PEPPY, vivacious, dark- brown eyed rachel who is always looking for a little merriment here and there, she can always think of more pleasant things to do than studying for exams or check¬ ing on information in general, the thrill of college life means much to mac, yet her sweet naturalness, such a dominant characteristic of her personality, is the fascination that draws the little people of the first grade to her, and, also, the peo¬ ple of her own class. maude mason savage MAUDE—SMALL, brunette maudie — joined our class in the senior year, al¬ though her time has been limited with us she has afforded us many chuckles because of her nonsensical remarks, she and her friends have beaten a little trail to the college-off-campus store for afternoon cokes. therefore she has taken advan¬ tage of her opportunity to enjoy herself while back in college; but also she has taken advantage of her opportunity to increase her store of knowledge. diffi¬ culties of arranging and rearranging her schedule seemed not to disturb her for her name was among the few on the honor roll at the end of the first semester. robert lockerman rachel me mahan rachel nelson maude savage .{ 25 ).

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a-th inking A RAINY DAY— ti me hanging on my hands since all the children are married and in their hones miles away, ah, yes! a thought! i would creep to the well-filled attic to ransack, and to refresh old memories, party dresses, ice skates, straw hats, etc., all of which make one think of the t ime when-. the first object i stumbled against and, of course, opened, was a wooden and tin trunk, which surely must have known noah. you know what ' s in trunks—just plain junk that you have started to throw away twenty times, but didn ' t, right under my aunt penelope ' s bundlesome bustl e i saw a frazzle-edged cork scrap book with s. t. c. strung carelessly across the front in maroon and gold felt, my college colors—those college days seemed vague, when i sat me down on the floor and turned the first page something called memories, i guess, whisked me back to 1936 when i was as green a freshman as ever walked on sandy soil, the first two or three pages were titled freshman doings, and the doings must have been comical—for the scraps sure looked it. one picture was of classmate john bunting (now a prominent preacher); and dot delahay (now married and a grandmother) hanging out the botany lab window on the second floor, well, they were good to have adorn the institution ' s windows, for as i remember it they won achievement awards in our first year, and to the right of this was another snap shot (how the styles have changed); mary jane webb, Catherine dunn, hunter mann, and the others—strange that i couldn ' t recall all the names. the crowning event of that year must have been the freshman formal held in december—so the program said, anyhow, it was some gala affair for us—i can ' t recall my escort, but little hearts were drawn around the edge of the program. my mother used to say, rain will fall at the worst times. and so it fell when we lost one of the liveliest of our lot—bob white. thou shalt live, until, losing our sod, we, your friends, your family, shalt be with thee, in god. s. sherwell ' 37 how can i ever forget the last time i saw him! .... next were pictures and clippings gathered during the sophomore year, we looked a shade less green and a notch more snooty, our num¬ ber had decreased from 100 freshies to 48 sophs. the class dance that year was in january. i recall that there was no snow and we made some—bits of paper, you know, shot out of a blower, i can ' t remember if our adviser, dr. simonds, got her long frock hooked in the snow blower d 27 b