Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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CHAPEL The peacock weather-vaned Cole Memorial Chapel saw the Inauguration of a new presi- dent on Founder's Day with multi-colored hoods of visiting college representatives and Wheaton faculty contrasting with the black robes. Sunday church found on the pulpit stand a new red leather Bible presented by the freshman class to President Meneely. Click- ing heels up the aisle tripped once and visitors never ceased to wonder at the seemingly end- less choir coming down the aisle. There was the usual balcony display of dates on Sun- days. Sermons this year ran to the subject of our place in the world of tomorrow. Week- day chapel cleared up the recital question when Mr. Boas talked; members of the women’s armed forces told us of the advan- tages of their branches of service. The Attle- boro duet made Vaudeville and Mr. Gara- bedian discussed the history of the music presented on Thursday mornings. [lsc

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| SCIENCE - Pass under the ornate portals of the Science Building with coke in hand, Nabs in pocket. Stagger under the reek of acid and formalde- hyde, and shudder away from the somber halls, the drafty rooms, and the clanking pipes. Once in your lab console yourself with the view of Peacock to the east. Let your eyes wander from the HCl, put aside the motor that won't work, leave your skeletons and go off on a Tour of Exploration. You've never seen half this building anyway! Down one corridor comes the tinkling of a piano. You run into an entirely different world on passing into the brightly-colored labs with their rainbow pipes and expansive windows. But now you've worked hard enough for today at the amazing game of test tubes and batteries. You'll be back again tomorrow when fresh ideas have filtered through the haze. [12 ]

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SAB SAB has been the pride and joy of all Wheatonites since its erection in 1940. The most modernistic building on campus with its straight lines, pastel coloring, three- story window of glass brick and tricky, noise- less light switches, it boasts the beautiful Yellow, Student, and Alumnae parlors, be- sides the muralled Cage, busy club offices, and smoky game room, which last is the place for a quick smoke between classes. There's always a pack of cards on one of the bridge tables, for “‘just one hand.’’ Next door in the Cage, there’s a coke machine, with its mys- tery of the missing coke bottles. The unusual animals on the wall inspire the art lover, while the music major can relax to her favor- ite recordings. On Saturdays we file into Plimpton, obliv- ious of hour exams and papers, and laugh hilariously or weep profusely as we see our