West Chester University - Serpentine Yearbook (West Chester, PA)

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STEREOSCOPIC VIEW I ' HE darling of the West Chester State Teachers College campus in September 1935 was the pink-cheeked, clear-eyed, tow-headed Freshman Class. Our childish enthusiasm knew no bounds even with advent of dinks and bows ' . We were indeed problem children for our patient advisers, Miss Lois Clark and Dr. James Andes. As we grew, we had to have an interpreter for our infantile dialect, and so we chose Master Tommy Middleton as our president. As we passed the baby stage. West Chester was no longer a novelty to us, for as Sophomores we more than ever personified the name of wise fools ' . How- ever, in spite of our schoolboy ' s pranks, our precocity had to be acknowledged, especially in the person of Gerry Brennan, our newly elected leader. During this eventful year the All-Star Course was begun and received with such applause that we have made it part of our education. With the ambition of youth, the Junior Class took upon its growing shoulders new responsibilities, new duties, and new tasks. The Junior Prom materialized in the form of a French cafe, and we called it Chez Les Apaches ' . We thought Sally Twaddell to be the epitome of beauty and charm and named her Queen of the Junior Prom . As we were growing so was our Alma Mater, and ground was broken for our new Recitation Hall. The May Day activities were taken over by our class and executed with the finesse of a veteran. The success of that year under the leadership of Harold McSparran was a preview of what was to come. With an air of expectancy, we came back to West Chester in our last year. No more the baby dumpling , no more the prankish barefoot boy, no more the gangly youth but the well-polished man-about-town, the Beau Brummel, the dandy, we were the envy of all the underclassmen and the pride of the adminis- tration. Mr. Robert Haines, Esquire became our president. The Family Album began to take form with Mr. Ralph Miller in the editors chair. This year we again witnessed the arrival of many notable personalities on our campus, guest artists of the All-Star Course. Proudly we heard Helen Martin sing the honored role in the Christmas Carol Service. Members were stricken with a strange jungle fever, which was climaxed with the Congo Safari , an unusual and entertaining week-end. Full grown men of property, we had a philosophy of life that was devised and presented by that eminent philosophic gentleman, Mr. Fred Halla, in You Can ' t Take It With You . With Recitation Hall completed, and the cornerstone laid, the end of our college year was drawing near. Class Day and finally that challenging Commencement brought our happy family history to a close. t 1 2 .

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in Mtmcvmm Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere. — Thomas Gray. Dr. John A. Farrell ( r They died before they had achieved their design and ambition, as all builders of their type die. Their work is never done; they always die planning for the future. e ' So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee. For thou wert strong as thou wert true? — Alfred Lord Tennyson. Mrs. Howard Mellor 3.|II}®

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A EN OF STRATAGEM AND RESOLUTION