University of Massachusetts Lowell - Sojourn / Knoll Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Introducing

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CLASS HISTORY Whizzzzzz — Hey, what was that ? — Why don ' t you know ? That was Jim. — Jim ? Jim who ? — Why, Jimmy Flaherty, of course. Jim is the fastest, gayest, most unpredictable guy who ' s ever attended this college. — Would you like to meet him ? — come along then . . How do you do? — Yes, I ' m Jimmy Flaherty, the symbol of the class of 1954 at L.T.C. My class and I go hand in hand; but why not? After all, I was born here at L.T.C, in the lecture hall to be exact. I can ' t tell you the exact date of my birth, however, it ' s esti- mated to be sometime during the fall of 1950. I started my career at the college with a bang — being elected to head the clean-up committee for a school affair, but, after the affair took place nobody cleaned up, cause I didn ' t show up. So you ' ve heard about me? ... . Yes, I was the boy with the green hair .... after Freshmen initiation took place, that is. How well I remember that fateful week of torture; ascending the stairs in kneeling positions, finding pennies falling from the heavens each time an umbrella was opened, running from the dulcet tones of the Junior girls and walking the plank blindfolded. This time I did show up for the clean-up, and I was on the receiving end ... an egg shampoo, a cold shower with my clothes on, and a bath in sour grapes turned me into a walking nightmare, truly representing our class at the time. I received the name of ' The late Mr. Flaherty ' , and remember only too well the reputation I devloped with a certain History Professor, who, for some strange reason, liked his ' people ' to arrive in class on time. And where was I when the buzzers sounded ? . . . Why, out on the knoll, of course, watching the girl students making hockey, archery, and volley-ball practices. But a blue gym suit is enough to turn the head of even the most conservative male, so who could have blamed me? . . . The afore-mentioned teacher had sweet revenge at the end of the term, however, when he assigned me a term paper. The title? ... ' A student in the classroom is worth two on the knoll. ' Although the class in question had qualms about me, the gentleman in question, I found it a veritable wonderland; that ' s why I helped to select the name of the Frosh dance, ' Winter Wonderland ' . It was hard work planning and working for the success of this affair, but I enjoyed every minute of it ... I dated one of my classmates for the social, and she was amazed at the transformation which I had helped to effect at my birthplace. Even the antique murals were over- shadowed by the brilliance of ' Frosty, the Snowman ' , presiding over the large crowd, who danced, par- 10