Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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Where would the big tent be without the stakes? Or, if you prefer, what would Whea- ton be minus the staff? Who would sit behind the bars and issue the bright orange admission tickets? Who would tie down the canvas and prop the bleachers? How could the clowns get their makeup on straight and the barker compose his script? And who do you suppose would bolt the lion’s cage? Your 130 I. Q. (Waltzing Elephant Level) has hit the jackpot! As Wheaton displays her glowing countenance to one and all, it is no one but Mr. Fillmore and the ground crew who oil the spokes and trim the corners. With- out their help there would be a foldup before the next matinee! How would we exist with- out Mrs. Pratt who keeps our complexion at a low ebb and our intelligence at a status quo? Page eighteen As she rubs her magic wand we have all that our plaintive voices desire. Though we take our woes out on our food, we are heartily grateful to Miss Lincoln and Miss Billings who, if they will forgive our gripes, keep our tem- pers calm as they supply the basic need of man or beast. Casting aside delusions of grandeur, with all of our ideals, we can’t deny that it is the box office of Miss Dunkle and her staff that stakes the canvas to the ground. And all the many others who do the countless small jobs that we know nothing about, the voice of Miss Dunham who directs us when Wwe miss a train, the secretaries who make the Ad Building buzz, and store our records, we hope in forgotten corners. - Each one takes part in the circus parade.

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Put up the nets, string the tangled ropes into a neat pattern that will catch the tum- bling trapeze artists as they climb along the swinging bars. Shout instructions to perfect their acts and. give grace and continuity to their actions. These are some of the many and varied duties of the faculty. They weave the designs of intellectual understanding into the unformed and searching minds of the stu- dents who climb through the air. They ad- vise as to the twists and turns and short cuts that will give the performers the dexterous appearance of professionals. And they open up avenues of exploration for those who wish to climb to the top of this three-ringed circus. They are kind, big-hearted people who want to give their knowledge, to set it to work in order to build other circuses and to put nets under all the erratic climbers of the searching world. Instead of the uniformed attendants of Barnum and Bailey who change the settings of the arena and help cage and uncage the animals, Whea- ton’s attendants are like a many-colored kalei- doscope that changes hue with the encircling sun, and place their props with deft hands and minds of intellectual perception into neatly Page twenty labeled boxes filled with crossword puzzles. They have the keys to a life that is new and better, old and worth remembering. They have all the things that make Wheaton a real circus, a great performance. . .the “greatest show on Earth”. When you hear the jingle of keys coming down the long corridor of the Science Building, it can mean only one thing, Dr. Lange is ap- proaching. As head of the Zoology Depart- ment Dr. Lange not only lectures and super- vises laboratory work, but spends most of her spare time tending the ill-fated chickens of many a forgetful student. Her well-stocked mind leads the students into many interesting and colorful conversations over a cup of tea brewed on a Bunsen Burner. Unwrap your fingers from your tired pen- cil, cram your fifteen pages of notes into an hour lecture that might easily have been three, and you'll know you’ve just had a ses- sion with Dr. McCoy. But compensating for this fatigue and the endless hours with cats and formaldehyde, is Dr. McCoy’s charming