St Francis College - Franciscan Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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SEPTEMBER Two days in church made a winning retreat; For some those two days ivere quite a feat. This, the last year at the Butler corral, Had some people worried about morale. Students were mooning at an unheard rate; Loving Butler, they bemoaned their fate. But words were used in a better sense To get needed money for the Saint Francis pence; Remsen Street wasn’t bought with nought And money to pay was eagerly sought. Students and Alumni were asked to give To help patch up our financial sieve. They were begged to donate what they could To give what they would as all students should. The final tally well never hear— We guess it was good; we’re down there next year. The first day of class saw the new Dean of Men; We hoped he’d perform with some acumen For cuts ivere something to him very dear And those overcut had plenty to fear. Frank M. was the Council prexy this time; We’d give his last name but it just doesn’t rhyme. Each one of you can spot him like that; He looks like LaGuardia without a hat. The Council’d be lively, not half dead, And those in the know would hear what they said. With Brother Alphonsus the students’ man. We had a powerful faculty fan. With Frank at the helm and Brother to steer, The student body, they could cheer!! We won’t list the leaders of the school; Most ivere quite sharp, some not too cool. In the first week Freshmen were hazed; Some overdid, and feelings were grazed. The Soph-Frosh hop was a real blast As hazing’s ill feeling went into the past. They ponied, twisted, rocked and rolled Dancing the night till curfew tolled. The baseball team won their first game, Nevermore did they do the same; They tried so hard and gave their all But how can you practice with a rubber ball? October’s the month of World Series Pools, Of fraternity dogging, of dogs who are fools. The paddles are hung in frat houses with care In hope that some victims soon will be there. Phi Rho came first, ahead of the rest For hazing’s the thing at which they are best. They brandished their bats high in the air; They use ’em so much they split into pairs. Omega Delta came next on the scene Last but not least—in numbers ive mean. This is the frat like Kennedy’s son, For both have existed in years only one. Lastly, Pi Alpha came out of their mold Wearing their sweaters of black and gold. Descending on all from fraternity house Dogging their pledges like cat and mouse. Does a fraternity pledge in order to cheer Chug-a-lug glasses of eggs and beer? Falsehood’s cried; our frats have virtue; A dog knows well they’d never hurt you. Intramurals began in various sports Like boivling and volleyball and things of that sort. We took to the courts, played chess in the lounge; One thing ivas lacking—equipment to scrounge. The baseball team played their last game A trip to Siena their claim to fame. As was written before, they didn’t do ivell But the fall is just practice—so what the hell. Yearbook group pictures were finally taken Amid much confusion and photographer hatin’; For he’s the guy who’d jostle and move Putting each group in his frame’s little groove. Then, frosh class elections were held and won By a son of old Erin name Gregory Dunn. These frosh ivere learning the college ivay; In three more years, they’d hold sway. The feast of Saint Francis was a day given off; We took to that like a horse to a trough. When the Science Club had a fishing date, They’d little luck using beer as their bait; That’s the bait seniors used as their lure To attract loiver classmen, formerly pure, To visit their dance at St. Thomas Aquinas And observe the state of college highness. A more serious group was the I.R.C. Who invited speakers all wanted to see;

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BROTHER URBAN, O.S.F., President of St. Francis College, and the Most Reverend Bishop of Brooklyn, Bryan J. McEntegart, Chairman of the Board of Trustees, at annual Alumni Dinner. the year in review by tom keller JS y job ' s to report the just passed year, I’m what you’d call a backward seer. To tell what went on about the school A pen or a pencil is my single tool. For this work I shan’t seek the muse Nor other spirits like old Irish booze. Because I’m the kind that seeks aid for knowledge I’ll go no further than the doors of this college. For humor and wit handled with guile What could be better than to ask Brother Giles? A serious note will pervade these refrains; Please Brother Leon, make them safe and yet sane. Whether you’re alone or in a crowd The enjoyment is better if you read this aloud. So onward I go with this ponderous task; Please view with compassion—that’s all I ask. September began with orientation; Freshmen were told of their school’s reputation The official version to them was presented And the sophists thought it daft or demented. Registration came next—speed was the goal; That goal fell flat like pins when you bowl. Then Sargent Slo wer the Peace Corps’ top Spoke to teachers at the Prof Workshop. 6

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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