Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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The administration keeps order in our little Olympus. In that simple red-brick hall we find Dr. Meneely, a modern Zeus, over- seeing the process. Dean Barker untangles all the myriad problems of our stately in- habitants, while Miss Littlefield pays special attention to the often-confused probationers of the class of ’LI. Miss Townsend reviews all applications for Olympian living quarters and thunderboltian bills are hurled at us from the Bursar’s office. More heavenly things—week-end permissions — are under the care of Miss Ross. MISS DUNKLE MIlS TOWNSEND Down in the glimmering depths, Mrs. Pratt and her nymphs dispense the candy, books, and stationery so essential to the scholastic life. Mail that brings ungoddessly squeals is delivered in this underworld and off in one corner is Mr. Fillmore’s cave where he guards the rare elixers which keep our Olympic facades well-polished. Back in the upper climes—oh, those ungodly problems of the Information office which copes with late pers, telegrams, and flowers. How often it must be wished we'd part for more Elysian fields.

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DEAN BARKER MISS LITTLEFIELD MISS NOYES Page twelve

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now Page fourteen If Freud could see them FACULTY What pleasure to the Gods must be the sight of our fine faculty. What flattery in imitation though by human limitation. “Pss Pssyche,”’ whispers Mr. Austin, bearing the spirit high. Bearded Dr. Shook carefully illustrates that the physical world is pretty straight- forward. Mr. Stein, always late, advises, “If you develop this symptom come and see me.” Miss Hill has a wheee of a time with her own collo- quialisms. “If that’s the romantic element, I can forgive it,” remarks Mr. Earle as a plane buzzes overhead. Ever the scientific spirit Mr. Shipley suffixes his remarks with, “Don’t put all your faith in this, what I say may be wrong.” The voice that charms, is it Cary Grant or Mr. Knapton? Is it lively and vigorous symbolism that makes Mrs. Boas open the window when she marks papers? On over the campus scan Godly eyes catching a bit of conversation here and there to sketch the professorial temperament. Community spirit reigns as Doctor Lange, very college, passes the potato chips taking part in every worthy activity. At Marty’s Miss Vickeray and Miss Schonbar ask “How many are sitting at this table?”” The former finding a glass of Mull Cider just the thing after a walk along the beach, the latter noting that the Dodgers are out for spring practice puns, “Got a butt I can bum?” Miss Metzger, Shoulders McGinnis, and Mr. Gurwitz (led by his cigarette holder) are En Marche