Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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A.B. is not a fraternity. Its the most showed-off building on campus, and almost the most used. We go there in dungarees for a post-exam cigarette and bridge game, or we meander in in our formal seating clothes for a Psyche tea, an I.R.C. discussion, or an informal dance for the service men. We even packed up our evening dresses one rainy night in order to dazzle despite the drizzle at the winter formal. We proudly point out to visitors the blend of grey and maroon in the alumnae parlor, the three story window of glass brick, and the tempting light fixtures that we’ve learned to resist sliding down. We still hope all visitors are impressed with the subtle blend of modern and traditional, beauty and utility. We know we still are. This year the dance floor in Plimpton Hall has become more and more polka- dotted with uniforms. Men from Myles Standish and the Mansfield Air Base have taken the place formerly held by the H.Y.P. trio. In fact, entertainments for the service men have been given by everyone on campus from the freshmen to the faculty; everywhere from polished Plimpton to the cage. And speaking of the cage, the new pool table there is our pride and joy, an enthusi- asm shared by Mr. Sprague and others. Perhaps the fantastic Peck murals (well, are they supposed to represent the faculty?) add to the attraction of the room, for it seems Of course it rained Two-no-trump Intermission Rush-hour Really, Sil! Polka dots and moon beams

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that pool has taken the place of bowling as our favorite indoor sport, although Game Room sitters claim that the crashing and thundering from the direction of the . alleys can still be heard. Despite S.A.B.’s social atmosphere, there are usual- ly people trying to study in the Game Room; and the student parlor is often filled with seniors discussing Shakespeare and Thoreau in not too serious tones. Clubs of every kind and description hold their meetings within these walls. There is the rushed “I’ve got to have a cigarette before my next class” club, which meets on the half-hour. There is the bridge club whose members claim that the bridge chairs are comfortable even for three hours at a stretch. This organization has no regu- lar meeting time, although usually it congregates after breakfast, lunch and dinner. When Bobby Lane sits down at the piano she always finds a group of Boogie- Woogie lovers eager to pay the membership fee of rapt attention. Just about any one with a good story to tell can be temporary president of any of these clubs. It’s a truly democratic place! The clubs that meet in Yellow or Student Parlor are a bit more formal in program and more organized in purpose. For example, International Relations Club wants to stimulate active interest in world affairs, and to accomplish this, this year, not only continued their policy of discussing world events, but included more speeches by student and educator in its program, added more general discussions, and organized a new com- mittee on reconstruction. Polly Driscoll, president of the club, modelled an Argentinian evening dress at an I.R.C. fashion show given to raise money for its scholarship fund. Results of this and a bridge tourna- ment were successful enough to send Neva Jane Man- ock out west as this year’s I.R.C. scholar. Frequent bursts of hilarity and ceaseless activity at the top of the steps are an integral part of S.A.B.’s biography for °43. Under the nimble hands of Althea Hooff and Dickey Reed, News was shaped into a vehicle for campus thought, opinion and “‘doin’s.” Boogie-woogie Deserted Three on a match N.B. Wall decorations Behind the 8 ball