Simmons College - Microcosm Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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ham H omemvzking ranges that bake an apple pie in two minutes and burn an egg in thirty seconds. When my five I taught in a nearby public school during and a half weeks of field work, I began to feel a new enthusiasm for my chosen career. All the girls in Education fmy majorj and Institutional Management received remarkable training . . . we even had compliments to take back to our pleased- as-punch teachers. The I. M. gals had worked at the Women's Edu- cation and Industrial Union in the bakery and catering stations for their field assignment. Mrs. Dodge insisted upon an observant mind . . . I can still hear the groans of the girls with short memo- ries .... Remember I-Iome Management with the continental and unpredictable Mrs. Abbott . . . the quizzes with the invariable questions on current events? Now it's all over . . . I'm a graduate. I wish I could boast a bit about Home EC . . . the fun in labs . . . the feeling of belonging to a group . . . our practical and cultural accomplishments. But I guess I'll just have to muzzle my pride. I 25 Elda Robb, Director of School of Home Economics M. Pbilburn, B. Ford, L. Fieler, and M. Phelan create a Iaques Path original.

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Prick your finger? Burn your biscuits? Not me. I'm called Sally the Seamstress . . . Katie the Cook . . . Dora the Dietician. But whatever you choose to call me, I,m just another proud gal in Home Ec. Having decided to be a Home Eccer , Miss Robb helped be to pick my courses. I was ready to begin . . . textiles . . . design . . . dietetics . . . psych. I had vague suspicions about bio. and chem., but soon those vague suspicions developed into downright animosity. It was after the first chem. hour exam that I began thinking about changing schoolsg but ome Economics -- It's M01 I accepted the challenge, attacked my courses with renewed vigor, and came out limping, ready for my second year. I expected nothing short of manual labor, but I guess I had become tempered to tribulation. Physi- ology and organic chem . . . comparatively painless. Foods and nutrition . . . Miss Hord . . . hot rolls . . . salads . . . cereal. Clothing . . . exciting. In sophomore year fury possessed me when anyone re- ferred to my course as ucookin' and sewin' and the easy way to earn by MRS. degree . . . me with twenty-six hours a week. Junior year was wonderful . . . Dr. Harley . . . education . . . child development . . . bacteriology . . . economics. But all my labors began to look worthwhile when it came time to do Held work at Lincoln House . . . kids . . . kids . . . and more of the same. One of the high spots of junior year was living in Home Management House on Pilgrim Road for eight weeks with all the other Home Ee juniors. Pilgrim House . . . that's the place with the radar A Pattern for living. fSewing classj Ioan Barnes demonstrates, with the help of jackie Ruban. I 24

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Kenneth R. Shafer, Director of School of Library Science Research is second nature to G. Klmribian and B. Griggs. I 26 Culture, Cutulogues, My name is Debby-D as in Dui, and people often tell me I'm in a class by myself. It's hard to believe that I've hnally reached the end, or perhaps only the beginning, of my struggles. I can still remember freshman year. I first embraced Library Science at College Opp when I suddenly Woke up to hear Mr. Shaffer mention something about salaries. But realizing that a college freshman should look for higher ideals, I thought it fit to conjure up some less tangible and more aesthetic motivations. I went to see Mr. Shaffer. There are at least six advantages to the library held . . .H These I promptly memorized and now recite as glibly as he. Then came three carefree years of pure, un- adulterated culture . . . economics . . . sociology . . . psychology . . . and the trying task of in- doctrinating skeptic friends in the virtues of Library Science . . . There are six definite advantages . . .Y I admit I had moments of doubt in those under- graduate years when I looked into a certain corner of Library A, but I preserved my ideals and went on. The fun didn't really begin until I was a senior . . . one big student-faculty family, P slips and red