Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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ee Si, i B-WARE, THE GREEN ‘TERROR! ONE WORLD AT A TIME Mitron FAcES WoriLD ORDER doing wonderfully,” And Miss Schrenk, tossing her red hair, “I'll just fix this costume a bit—there, you look cute. Lots of men are coming up from Brown, you know!” Mr. Shipley, testing reactions, tries “Tom!” (nega- tive) “Dick!” (a little) and “Cadwallader!” (100% posi- tive). Subject blushingly retires, and Mr. Shipley blushes, too. Putting the world in order at the dark hour of eight-thirty, Mr. Knapton searches for glimmers of light—“Now what would you do about Germany if you were Mr. Acheson?” Remember Miss Gulley’s gardening, and Miss Higuchi’s exotic gardenia tree in the library? Notice how Dr. Martin intones the roll-call just like the Scrip- ture. Miss Coleman warns, “Children, don’t throw milk at your friends”; Claire is “Miss Anderson” only to the freshmen. Miss Schaffer cheers madly at volleyball, and Miss Noyes brings vigor to Freshman English. Miss Haspel’s very Dutch smile, Mr. Gilbert's learn- ing by doing, Mr. Nourse’s loyalty to Dartmouth, and Mrs. Korsch’s humor—how could we forget! 19

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GIVE AND TAKE I Mer A TRAVELER FROM AN ANTIQUE LAND VULNERABLE DOUBLED AND REDOUBLED Nie VARIED than the winds turning our peacock, more colorful than his plumage—our faculty, so well remembered. Hai to THEE, BLITHE Spirir! A swift turn to the blackboard, a swift scrawl of the chalk, and voila—Mrs. Miller has made another point. To Mrs. MacKenzie, all the classroom’s a stage, and all the students an audience (for Shakespeare). Mr. Ram- seyer comes out of chapel, his walk as full of music as the briefcase swinging from his hand. And “Alexander's Ragtime Band” has so much verve at the hands of Miss Trask that the cry goes up, “Play it again and we'll Charleston!” Field trips may mean frostbite and a five a.m. start, but the true scientist murmurs not, except at the sight of another sparrow, or one of the special MacCoy box lunches. That cute freshman? Oh, that’s Mrs. Tenney. She was nice about opening the door for me. Miss Bush taps for the next slide. “When you see this cathedral, note the play of light on the forms.” And you realize you've just got to go abroad. Mr. Sharp peers over his glasses and smiles wryly, adjusting his tweed coat as a Miltonic mist floats through the air. Miss Avitabile is ever patient—‘“No, class is just beginning; you want to say hello, not good- bye, don’t your” Miss McKee, grasping her Hershey, encourages, “Let’s all pull together, people. You're 18

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BET WEES Pox PHOENIX rises from his ashes . .. the past rises before us—an array of moments, important or fascinating or amusing, out of our academic life The room is tense; there is the hollow scraping of a chair; someone rattles the cello- phane on her Nabs; shaking hands reach for mimeographed sheets, a hysterical giggle and another set of blue books “future references”’ itself. In the midst of your finest thoughts on the Unities of Racine, a hand taps on the window, tempting you with a cigarette. It is spring, and Mary Lyon feels it—even at a hundred and one. Classes are moved bodily outside, their numbers are swelled by the campus “dogs” (plug for George and Taffy). A hunt for four-leaf clovers replaces the carving of Greek letters on sanmimeres:s: A SrarR DANCED AND UNbER THAT I Was BorN Yon Cassius Has A LEAN AND HuNGRy LOOK; Her [Hinks Too MucHu QUICK, HENRY, THE F-0-1-1