Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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favorite stars emote on our white screen. Remember the night Ingrid Bergman stood on her head? In Plimpton, too, we dance with our uniformed escorts; there are those dancers without escorts, too, who in the afternoons go through the intricate move- ments of modern dance. Then there are mass meetings, and community meetings, too. The second floor, News room especially, is always buzzing with activity. Typewriters clicking, reporters rushing, BA and Janie tearing their hair, meeting the Wednesday night deadline, assure Wheaton of its weekly paper. In the same room, Ruashlight, edited by Woody, has its hashes. Down the hall, in CGA room, Bunt presides over Council meet- ings, and Betty Ball, in DA room, tries to decide on a spring play. Nrxe room is on the same floor, and there the yearbook is born; Press Board, under Mrs. Sprague’s direction, keep the home town paper informed on the progress of its offspring. In Yellow Parlor, Cynnie leads IRC mem- bers in discussions, CA-ers debate, language clubs have carnivals and sing foreign songs. Like all other rooms of SAB, it’s an important part of college life.

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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

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GYM The gym has been the site of much of Wheaton’s entertainment and excitement this year. For many weeks in the deep recesses of the pool the Tritons and Tritonettes under Ike and Dodie practiced their strokes and routines for their annual show. The roaring spectators hanging over the balcony suffered as many casualties from sore throats as did the participants in the wild games of basket- ball which were played in the gym during the season. Kay, Jan and Eve really gave the other teams some keen competition with their breathtaking baskets from all positions on the court, and Miss White's refractory shirt-tail was one of the high-lights of the senior-faculty game. Perhaps the most versatile of all our build- ings, the gym has served as a men’s dorm on big dance weekends when all the rooms in Norton had been filled, and the dates would have had no other place to sleep. It is quite a job to lug the mattresses over, but all the men seem to have slept comfortably with pink teddy bears and blue blankets. At Christmas-time, after the banquet, we all filed quietly into the gym for the Nativity Play, to find that this year’s Madonna was Em Wilcox Revere, and Joseph was Annie Burroughs. On the stage last fall was the hilarious student-faculty production of Dérty Work at the Crossroads, with Mr. Boas as a convincing villain, and other faculty mem- bers doing excellent jobs as actors, actresses and stage crew. Freshman plays and Dr. Faustus this spring, plus Hold It, the annual vaudeville produc- tion, which introduced Dr. Esmond Q. Van Stoosen and his idea that the purpose of col- lege is ‘‘That they may have Life.”’ Then there were the inevitable posture exams, conditions, “‘eight cuts,’’ and the new drinking fountain. And who can forget Miss Urner’s walk, and Miss Benson’s voice, and our new gym secretary, Miss Johnsone [16 ]