St Francis College - Franciscan Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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BROTHER TIMOTHY, O.S.F. Dean of Students MR. PAUL J. DOLAN Director of Admissions DECEMBER Omega Delta, a pioneer group. Being wary of a guy getting looped Had a dance in the lounge where demon rum s banned; We college age minors had cokes in our hands. Big time Pi Alpha had their hotel dance. Students and faculty alike did prance. Spirits and cheer were all aflow And many’s the person who left with a glow. This was the month that had three hops; One was a hit, the others were flops; Which one it was we wont say aloud. But what kind of spirit draws a crowd? Barleycorn s banned from our campus site; McLaughlin and Lavin enjoy our plight. A career conference, it was felt Would answer the question, “How much gelt? If a material society ive must be The school’ll always give aid to thee. So the needed event finally began And all went ivell according to plan. December s the month of end term reports. Of student excuses, of teacher retorts. It’s also the time for holiday cheer— A sobering thought is an orphan’s tear. So Phi Bho and Science Club, like bees in a hive Were gathering toys for their annual drive Distributing them to the poor and the needy; It was nice to see people who weren’t being greedy. As the overcut list icent up on the wall The new dean of men seemed twenty feet tall. Brother Tim was the one to convince; Ask any cutter, it was no cinch. The old place is changing; pat excuses don’t hold; The office was getting more and more bold. The state of the paper left all in a froth As too many cooks spoiled the broth. Its force of opinion ivas forcibly weak; The Voice was hoarse—Could just about speak. The basketball season began with a win, Hunter the victim, with no next of kin. 9

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BROTHER ALPHONSUS, O.S.F. Director of Student Activities MR. JOSEPH B. CASTRONOVO Director of the Evening Session OCTOBER Their Political Symposium was in the last week Screvane, Fino, and Javits came to speak. A word of high praise should go to this club; In decorum and choice they never did flub. A crowd was present whenever they’d meet And many’s the time you’d fight for a seat. You’d see empty seats if you’d read for the troupers. All tried hard; there were no party poopers. But something queer upset the cart; The girls that read couldn’t play their parts. Lastly the Snapper returned with a pow As many a guy took an unwanted bow. November’s the time for turkeys to die, Of mid-term grades, of students to cry. Events in the college weren’t too varied So the B.M.O.C.’s didn’t look harried. All the Editors went Miami way; Did they work or did they play? When they returned from this learning bout They wouldn’t say how they’d made out. Senator Keating spoke one morn; Being suave, there was little corn; What he said contained much thought; We hope it didn’t go for nought. The Communion breakfast of Phi Rho Pi, Was attended by most every guy; Their pious nature came through that day. Why couldn’t it always be that way? A pious group was Saint Francis’ Third Order, Helping new members o’er the spiritual border. Basketball games began in the yard, The weather was cold, the pavement was hard; We dodged parked cars while shooting hoops, A hen has more room in a chicken coop. Rifle intramurals were held on the road And each of the shooters shot their load. A carnival of bands was held at school; Campus Tones ran it and played it cool. They’d many bands, many saxophones The Campus Tones don’t play alone. 8

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JANUARY. The schedule was bigtime, a welcome sight, A fly in the ointment was a lack of height. The players assembled, knew their way on court; It’s really too bad they all were so short. The schools that we played had men who were tall And pretty damn accurate when shooting a ball. With no place to practice and no place to play We took to the road the Odyssean way. Villanova and Providence were some of these teams; They’re all deadeye shooters, all on the beam. The senior class in a pecuniar nook Sought to raise dough by selling chance books; They had fair success using cash for a prize; Tis a pity all winners were non-senior guys. The Business Club had quite a racket; Being from business they wore tie and jacket. What happened there was nothing new— Jacket and tie ended up askew. The Christmas assembly was the same as always With high flying guys jamming hallways. A break from the past—it came too soon When classes were held that afternoon; MR. DANIEL LYNCH Director of Athletics A sacred tradition teas thoroughly shattered And a great many students were less than flattered. A fourth frat was added to the growing list; One faction joined it, lest they be missed. If it evolves to a booty mess They’d better watch out for Eliot Ness. Alpha Phi Delta is this group’s name; Exclusiveness is their claim to fame. They re Beta Sigma Chapter, with national scope; They like their members from the land of the Pope. To study our Latin neighbors’ ways. Their political life, their social mores, To inform people ivho should give a hoot— We began a Latin Institute. Mr. Ellis, newly a doctor, Was at the head, a kind of proctor. Big names in the field came to us, The Institute was worth the fuss. The Red Cross came on a worthy cause And many a student did give pause To give a pint of life-giving red To help the sick, those in bed. A full days cuts for those who would So many a guy found he could. January begins with everyone hung. Then comes exams and all are stung. Increased attendance is noted in chapel, By students who pray they don’t get the apple. Another list made the bulletin board; Those overcut consulted the Cord. They wanted to see if this was right; If it weren’t, they’d surely fight. After consulting they knew where they stood; Their cut excuses better be good. A January list teas something new. Good for the school—not good for you. As we leave Butler, we leave the past; Too bad poor freshmen, the die is cast. A human relations conference held here Had fertile results; nothing was queer. Brother Jogues was the man who led it; It was so good no one fled it. The Young Republicans got a state charter. That’s recognition, like a Knight of the Garter. 10