Wilson College - Conococheague Yearbook (Chambersburg, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 216 of the 1972 volume:

conococheague 1972 sown tun . x13 1k'tiq a J I ' wt : , , x R f WWW, wwmmwmm why her? why not? what about her credentials? look here. TRANSCRIPT WILSON COLLEGE, Chambersburg, Pa. Name C. Elizabeth Boyd Home Address Edgar, First floor, Phone ext. 314 Entered from Chambersburg Elementary School, 1955. Status Administration l- she is? i thought she was on our side. - she isJ Places of Matricualtion Penna. State Relief Board, 1933-36; Penna. Dept. of Highways, 1936-43; Letterkenny, 1943-47; Fiscal Accountant for Occupational Forces in Japan, 1947-49; Franklin County Children's Aid, 1949-50; Elementary Teacher, Chambersburg, 1952-1955; Registrar, Wilson College, 1955-71. 0- i thought her major was biologyJ Place and Date of Birth Fayetteville, Pa., May 15, Anno Domino. A.B. Degree Conferred Wilson College, 1933. Honors Definitely. Field of Concentration Life. Major Biology. - thafs not bad, but still ...... - wait a minute, therels more. ENTRANCE UNITS: PATIENCE COMMONSENSE HUMOR PERCEPTION SYMPATHY Proficient in: Sophomores in sophomore slump. Juniors with major disillusions. Freshmen who don't continue with bio second semester. Understanding the psychology of exam fear and tension. How to change a major in the senior year. Sports: the policy of rooting for ONLY the Senior Class. hwhwwe -- would you like to see more? - no, that will do. - really, we've lots more, like the art of transporting exams to and fro in wheelbarrows, and- - no, i m convinced, honestly i am. letls dedicate the yearbook to C . ELIZABETH BOYD. I2 Now we have arrived at our junior year and it is time to set down all that Wilson means to us, to make sentences out of weeks of Wilson life. Where do we begin? We've always done our utmost to ig- nore tradition, to put it down and out whenever possiblehno more Convos, General Assemblies, color ceremonies, sit down meals. lf tradition proves an in- convenience we simply remove its traces from the scene. We refuse to be bound in our actions by something other than rational reasoning. We presently stand proud in our untraditional habit and yet, it is this very TRADITION which has borne our rebuke and mockery that now so readily comes to the mind's eye. We like to remember. We enjoy recalling Dummy Rush and the friendly, if not somewhat agitated, rivalry between freshmen and sophomore classes. This year, from our point of view, freshman hazing hardly amounted to much of a haze at alleso well do we remember our experience of bright red lipstick and spots of blue on our noses. We were in- dignant at the time, but now we look back and it all seems so, so . . . . well, all so worthwhile. Odd-Even con- tests, class tournaments, we won't forget them soonemaybe because our class did most of the winningethat is our own special mark on Wilson's tradition. Yes, tradition is a thing of conven- ience, and now is the time for the class of 1972 to think in traditional terms. Such is the case for a yearbook-to remember our part in the history of Wilson College. um . , ?ng 4 19,.nnknuum. . , Saturdays are really terrific now, especially for us egg-fans. Since breakfast has been ex- tended all the way to lunch I donet have to force myself out of bed at eight thirty and wake up my appetite for the nourishment college girls so vitally need. WWW- 22 Wag .- .7 I feel sorry for the waitresses when we sit in dinner till seven thirty but, still, the conversations we have! Sometimes it seems that my after dinner thinking really rivals my bathroom thinking. 21 Someone taped a sprig of fire thron across the mouth of the bust of the colonel in the hall. He looks so ridiculous I couldn't help laughing all the way into Class. A male marble Carmen. 22 ,fmmm; Breakfast has got to be the greatest time of day. When I'm sitting in the dining room with my OJ in front of me and my friends around me I forget that therets anything more to college than this. 28 34 38 faculty and administration President and Mrs. Charles C. Cole 42 The President's office is full of Wilson College mementoes, pictures of the original Norland, Wilson bookends and paper openers. We wondered if there was any place that Mr. Cole preferred to be, and he laughed. HNot at the moment, no. If I could, I would be there! No, I can't think of any place I'd rather be. It's a challenge and a full time committment that has many satisfactions, as well as frustrations. We asked him to mention some satisfactions. He did so cheer- fully, sitting relaxed in one of the arm chairs facing his desk. Dealing with responsive and responsible and capable and talented and interesting human beings, for one. This is important today, and we're losing it in higher education as I see the push to bigness. It still exists in colleges such as Wilson, and it is vital to preserve it. The president answered most of our questions carefully and after some thought to each one. I think the overwhelming majority of the students are honest. It's difficult to generalize. The honor system here is one of the strengths. Even with a temporary breakdown we are concerned enough with honesty and integrity to meet its failures head on and do something about them. The most pleasant thing about my job is seeing so many students. That may surprise you-there aren't that many college presi- dents who can weave into their daily schedules the kind of contacts with students that live been able to do. This doesnit really get in my way, but it means something else doesnit get done. The paper mounts. He motioned to a foot high stack of letters yet unopened. I looked at my watch, which said 11:45, and thought of the four Ietters my P.O. yielded at 9:30. I'I have to budget my time he was saying. Part of the difficulty in my freshman year is that so much time had to be devoted to learning and getting acquainted and to finding out where the problems are. There's never enough time to go around. It occured to us that the first year might have been made more difficult by students. We asked President Cole if he thought this true. Gosh! Thatis hard to say . I suppose in one respect lid have to say yes because I've had to deal with some things I hadn't an- ticipated, some communications, some petitions. I have never felt that the students were putting me to the test. A college president is constantly put to the test by virtue of his office. There is no tenure in the job. We asked him what exactly he thought the president's job was. I'The president serves as one bringing the institution together, he began, quite convincingly. live got to get the students, the faculty and the trustees all facing in the same direction. We got to, mostly through consultation and persuasion and discussionesee that the institution makes the right decisions. And this means trying to reduce the areas of disagreement and misunderstanding among the various constituencies. Now you can do that most effectively if you yourself know what you stand for and what you think is the right decision. You may not always be right. And then if you can interpret your own position and the position of other constituencies to each other as effectively and as consistently as pos- sible, you have achieved a measure of success in the job. This is a horrendous and time-consuming task? Wondering where the president stood as represen- tative of the college attitude and mind, we asked him how much of himself he could put into the decisions he had just mentioned. He uncrossed his legs and changed his position before answering. Edgar beII rang for noon. I'l think its difficult to say. Sometimes you don't really know. Sometimes through the process of consultation you modify your own view. I may have modified my view as a result of meeting with a faculty or student committee. Did the president when speaking as president speak from his own point of view, then? 1'Yes, he said sim- ply. We said thankyou and went to lunch. Martha E. Church Dean Church's office is large and yellow, decorated with paintings and mementos from her Indian sabbati- cal. She met us at the door and motioned us to the easy chairs, sitting across from us with the desk in be- tween. As we asked her whether she thought the students were responsible she leaned back in her Chair. I don't know. We've found in the last few months that people here have been buying and selling papers. When this sort of thing is rampant it is hard to find responsible people, but it isn't rampant here, yet. We had not known of the paper factory, and were quite shocked, believed all Wilson Women at least academically honest. We expressed the hope that the administration reaction would not be repres- sive. My hope is that we have honest discussion, Dean Church said, leaning forward a bit. 1'I hope that We attempt not to let this grow because I think the faculty would like to operate trusting the students. I would not like to be monitoring exams. I would not like to obliterate the possibility of take-homes. It has been one of the greatest joys at Wilson that you can trust the students. The larger issue we're talking about is what is an academic community? What makes it tick? It must be partly trust. We asked her if she found a lack of trust in her job between faculty and students. At times, perhaps because of budgets you are forced to make decisions which hurt someone. A real problem in this job is that you're not your own spokesmaneever. Youire only number two. When resources are scarce, you re- ally pay a price. You can't basically become overly friendly with any of your faculty because then you're accused of favoritism. You run a real risk here in your friendship being identified as favoratism. It is a lonely job, and you have your friendships with somebody else's faculty. Barbara J. Welton Charles Burch We had always wondered what faculty meetings were like for the dean, and told her that. 'IWell, you know there will be a certain amount of politicking with the raising of nasty questions to unnerve the deaneon certain issues. This happened several years ago with a student for whom a degree was not voted until there was a fight on the issue. The trustees voted against the degree and the faculty fought to get the decision reversed. She did graduate the next day, fol- lowing commencement. Then she was produced for a Wilson scholarship a few years ago, and this was basically a test for me to see if I would let it surface, knowing it would bring sheer hell for me with the trustees, which it did. The faculty don't always trust the administration, so sometimes you're walking a pretty narrow tightrope and you can't really get out of line urging students on to all sorts of rampages and in- volvement. You get fired on this sort of thing. You have to adopt a party line to be a team member, otherwise you will be undermining your president at a crucial time. I mean, I've made some comments on parietals. lill go along with the present ruling because llm not absolutely sure that the honor system is work- ing well enoughayeteto make this thing work over night. I wouldn't agree with the decision myself because I'd be willing to trust and see how it worked out. Perhaps the students are more honest than they were a few years ago. Three or four years ago under the old signout system an awful lot of cars broke down in traffic jams at two A.M. between here and Shippensburg, Gettysburg and the like. We haven't had a car breakdown reported for the last two years. I think the students have proven honest under a system which allows for it. Indeed. Kathleen King Verna E. Parker Phyllis R. Gansz Library Staff: Miss Joyce Snider, Mrs. Carrie Hastings, Mrs. Ann Oehling, Mrs. Katherine Warkentin, Mrs. Margaret Hoover, Miss Helen Margaret Cooper, Mrs. Barbara Leggett. 47 C. Elizabeth Boyd Elizabeth Fele Russell Shunk FACULTY: We love them all. We often complain about the terrible size of Wilson, yet it is the smallness which affords the op- portunity for the intimate relationship we wish to discuss. Rumors may fly, but we'll confirm them here and now. Yes, it's just one big AFFAIR here at Wilson College. Davison G. Grove Eve L. MacDonald Howard E. Holzman Louise C. Monack Academics always come first, of course, but classes don't take up the whole day tunless, say the senior American Civ. majors, the professor happens to be Mr. Goldman. Apparently he has a problem with his hearing when it comes to bellsl. Normally, once the few minutes in classes are completed, there is time for so many other things, things that cause our rela- tionship to become all the closer. And just because a student majors in a particular department does not mean that those are the only professors with whom she comes into contact. Many of us see the faculty more out of class than in. John J. Dropp Meredith A. Behr 5O Yes, we don't keep them cooped up; we let them out for all sorts of occasions-like Snackie-sitting every other hour or so, and tunnel-dwelling; we even permit them the pleasure of library-step-lounging in good weather. They comply readily with the rules and it is possible in one cross-campus-walk to spot at least five faculty engrossed in the aforementioned ac- tivities. On a good day, if the library, post office and snackie-bookstore regions are taken into account, the toll can reach upwards of a couple dozen. Teachers they are all, but they are also friends, counselors, sym- pathizers . . . people in our community. And students we are all. The roles may be mixed at times, m , but when it counts there is no question as to who is l'h kt , t at who. lane T. Judge Austin Yingst 51 We speak now with an awesome three years' experience and still our af- fair goes on. It's not always a honeymoon; our quarrels are many, but the bond is a strong one and so far we see no reason for declaring a breach of faith on either side. We only lament the fact that we've but one more year for skirmish and truce. Ruth I. Hicks John T. Cummings 52 Roswell G. Townsend Calvin H. Blair We think of how much we loved taking Miss Nut- ting's English History with Christopher twho by now must be more knowledgeable than we on the sub- jch. She is forever opening and closing the WindOWFa neat little trick to keep the mind alert while emphasizing certain points. The Long Parlia- ment, 1664, and a gust of wind reminds us of its im- portance. Miss Fry employs somewhat more subtle measures, only at times we wonder if we don't miss the point altogether. She incites a sort of courage within us and her persistant prompting sometimes lets us think we're more brilliant than we are. They tell us that only gluttons for punishment take her Modern Europe ; we signed up for it. Could be a mistake and a beating, yet well worth it if we retain but a bit of her lucid insight and gracious intellect. Mr. Oehling is the man with the great professor's wife. He is also the professsor who teaches the suffer- ing, reluctant baby history students. They may not always remember or like the history, but they do like Mr. Oehling, and they certainly remember him. Harry F. Garner Lester A. Giles 54 James E. Applegate Doris R. McCrosson And the like,H GD . . . And the like, 9m . . . We'll bet you can't guess how many times that phrase escapes Mr. Applegate's lips during a class period; we know-we've honestly counted but wouldn't hold it against that springy, voluble man for anything Mehpistopheles could offer or Don Quixote could dream. World Lit. was a clear-cut case of love at first skim. Eleanor B. Mattes We shared Mr. Hasting's love for movies, were pleased by the unusual films he brought to campus teven though we didn't go that oftem and now we're only waiting to see him on film tmmm . . J. Mrs. Yarnall gave us our basic training in drama so we feel that between the two, our knowledge of the theater is not to be sneezed at. Miss McCrossen buoys our spirits with her incurable optimism and Mrs. Mattes is great about giving equal consideration to our opinions. Mr. Ezell is our romantic-in-residence; and somewhere from the corners of Chaucer comes the man who has the entire Wilson vernacular down on paper. Mr. Gattiker observes us, enjoys us and shows us how easy it is to laugh at ourselves. We crank out papers and gulp down books while our vocabulary and perception increases. Richard T. Ezell Robert P. Hastings i Nancy Y. Yarnall Helen-Lee Jones Josephine M. Harris Watching Mr. McKenna and Mr. Brooks play frisbee in between tor was it duringD classes was exhausting. We listened to Mr. Lloyd's big booming bass every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and wondered if maybe there isnlt someone in the psychology field whom he doesn't know by name. Counting all the names we've taken down in our notes we've cause to doubt. We also doubt that there is anything about which Mr. Townsend doesn't have an opinion. We think even if one of these days we do surprise him and mention some- thing in which he isn't versed, within seconds he'll sound like an authority and who are we to argue? Left breathless by Mr. Townsend's scope of infor- mation, we turn to Mr. Blair. Those of us who lack an economic aptitude feel such comfort after a ses- sion with him. We went in to see him after a written with fear and trembling, and came out with a world conquered. Although we may not shine in his classes, we feel that Mr. Blair still has some regard for our intelligence, uneconomic as it may be. Emlyn R. Edwards Watching Mr. Galie bounce around campus gives us headaches and taking notes from him in class is even worse. The man never stands still-at least he makes falling asleep difficult-and we're quite certain that one of these days he and Mr. Goldman will collide on their motor bikes in all of their Steve McQueen glory. We suggested that Mr. Curtis ex- pand his timing activities from swim meets to timing a race between the two speed freaks. However, he seems too well regulated for that kind of activity. Susan Fraser Nichols Walter H. Nichols 58 Suzanne Gilliotte-Blumenthal loel T. Patz Helen Osborne Platt Speaking of collisions, remember that first taste of Chemistry and all those little atoms, boom, boom, boom? We didn't grasp much other than that, but that did so fascinate us, especially when Miss Monack showed us the various models of molecular forma- tions in class one day; red, blue, yellow; first grade didn't seem so far away then. But alas, came lab and Miss Judge, and we sensed that there was more to chemistry than bright colors of an imaginary boom. At first Mr. Yingst scared us, his appearance so Ein- steinish, and that pipe! Now we consider him just another part of that vast science center, and when we don't think about all those afternoon labs, we some- times envy the science majors; pipe tobacco smells good. It certainly smells better than all those little or- ganisms or whatever, floating around Biology headquarters on first floor. We hold our noses alot but that doesn't prevent us from investigating all the goings on: Mrs. MacDonald always right in the thick of it bustling about, and Mr. Grove somewhere coolly aloof. We used to think that Mr. Holzman's main duty was to play in all the faculty-student sport con- tests, but we understand he teaches a few classes on the side, genetics for one. Mr. Dropp is a new addi- tion to the department this year and since he has sur- vived the crazy confusion of Mrs. MacDonald and Mr. Grove's crafty calm, not to mention the hysterics of the senior majors, we consider him quite qualified now for almost anything. Klaus A. laeger 60 LaVerne C. Buckles Helen A. Nutting Halfway through the year we deduced from pieces of conversation here and there that Sharpe House is no longer the haven of peace and serenity that it once was. We could easily understand this once we were informed of its new inhabitants: two bright and bouncy ladies, not much older than we, Misses Behr and Feketekuty. Quite a lively pair, and we daresay a healthy addition to respectable old Sharpe House. Miss Behr is the other new member of the Biology department and seems to fit right in with the crowd over there; actually, she fits in anywhere on campus, but why shouldn't she? She graduated from Wilson only a few years ago. Miss Feketekuty, on the other hand, took a little getting used to. Her name threw us at first, Hungarian or something; it took a certain rhythm to pronounce correctly. We soon adjusted to her name, though, and to what slight accent she re- tained from her overseas life. Now when in her presence we feel moved, all the way across the dance floor, in fact, by her boundless energy and element of surprise. Nenah E. Fry Stuart D. Gold man 62 What doesn't surprise us is the surplus of energy so much a factor in the activities of the entire Phys. Ed. department. Or maybe we've simply become accus- tomed to it: Miss Cooper's in her office; no, maybe she's at an All-Wilson practice, basketball or tennis, if not hockey tdepending upon the seasonl; you know, she could be in some meeting, or in a claSthy for once canlt she be in her office when we come to see her? And Mrs. Armstrong is always in that pool: in and out all the time, you'd think she'd tire of wet hair and squishy shoes. They're hardly ever in their offices when we want them, but then if they were we'd worry about the place falling apart-the gym is bound to one of these days, and at best the pool can only be termed an oversized bathtub. The facilities certainly aren't much, but Cooper, Armstrong and Feketekuty help us forget that aspect. Richard A. Oehling Walter 0. Portmann Jackson B. Lackey 63 The other night after a particularly exhausting day we dropped into bed and immediately fell into a most incredible dream. We dreamed we were in heaven- incredible, right?-and Mr. Anderson was our guide. He hurried us along, here and there, showing us the sights, but we were continually distracted by someone flying in and around us. The glasses and bowler puzzled us, but who else but Mr. Jamieson? It all seemed so weird, especially when Mr. Anderson in- formed us that we would have to wait a day or so before seeing Mr. Buck; he was off on a trip around the universe visiting Nirvana, Valhalla, Hades and other exotic regions. The whole dream was too much for us, as is the department itself, but maybe it's all a matter of taking the right courses, and then who knows? we might be off on a tour of the universe our- selves. That doesn't sound as scary as graduation in a year. More frightening than graduation at this point is the science requirement we still haven't fulfilledewe thought we'd take Physics 110, or Computer since neither sounded too high level. We now discover that Mr. Ganley can teach physics with a flair, but had never considered teaching computer. Oh, but that should put us on near equal ground! Not so with Mr. Yap, who will always know more about physics than we. Glen H. Gould Lawrence A. Oncley 64 Q m n: m gape QQQQQQ a 0.: ..a9eage 3.945991: Charles I- Farris Carolyn T. Po pe One thing we think we can do is talk. And so, last year we chose to take German, thinking what fun it would be to converse in so unintelligible a language. The first courses went delightfully with Mr. Buckle's frequent stories. We may have overextended our- selves taking 201 with Herr Jaeger, but we know our accent has improved. Next year, when Herr Kellinger is back, we may be tempted to our downfall: a course with him will take us beyond German into Germany. David S. Platt 65 Roger F. Nordquist 66 Ann C. Armstrong Once a week we sooth our minds with a symphony or a cantata. Miss Pope occasionally turns the volume to the higher decibels, at which time we motion fran- tically, not hearing anything at all. Voice lessons with Mr. Oncley are hardly dull; one goes in to sing and receives a thirty minute ecology lecture. Practicing scales alongside the Con while picking up litter is a bit difficult and not as easily heard as the Choir. We sometimes live in McElwain and have heard the Monday night sessions with Bach, Brahms, Randall Thompson and Gould. Choir members enjoy Mr. Couldis rather gentle pace, but he does demand, and they do perform. And, of course, there is Mr. Farris, who can never march in the faculty parade. The grand majestic alternatives he provides to Pomp and Cir- cumstance surely compensate. Joan C. Cooper Reka Feketekuty Moving clumsily through our art courses, we dis- covered that Mr. Nichol's motto is No ashtrays. What a quandary when we found it impossible to make anything else! Art majors made them right and leftepainted and sculpted them, even making a Big Soft ashtray. We are told that his reaction left nothing to be desired; next year there wonit be an ashtray in sight. Occasionally Mrs. Nichols brings Amanda to class, and then those of us who are taking the art edu- cation section find out how hard it is to entertain a child. Mrs. Nichols is a gently inspiring artist, full of encouragement and suggestion; always giving con- fidence. Fung Yen Yap 68 Painting I with Mr. Edwards was a traumatic ex- perience. He knew we couldnit paint, we knew we couldn't paint, and we still had eight weeks of the course left. He was very patient with us, and how we envy his ease with the pencil and brush! It is every bit as difficult as it looks. The change to Miss Jones is an abrupt one. Suddenly we find big, bold strokes, great bright figures and evident movement. We only dare to visit the studio; fine arts majors who survive the course have our earnest congratulations. At last we come to Miss Harris; what can be said about a professor who, armed with thousands of familiar slides, faces class after class of artless students? Her achievement lies in our recognition of Rembrandt's Night Watch, and the everlasting Broadway Boogie Woogie. What we didnit know about art before her class, we probably still havenit absorbed entirely yet, but it is certain that we are a lot better off now than in the beginning. M W. Paul Ganley Peter J. Galie Some of us are temperamental artists, able to live in that difficult world. We, in turn, tried a venture into Sociologyi wanting to broaden our view of mankind. How could we help but be tickled by cute Mr. Scheele's' droopy moustache? And how does he find ancient Peruvian pottery so interesting? We took Miss Zelenyis FamiliesH course, feeling we might need it, and discovered with dismay that sociology is a rough subject. 69 Robert F. Curtis Criminology with Miss Brumbaugh didn't tell us too much about the Mafia twe read The Godfather for thati, but we cant even repeat the things we learned about hardened criminals. It was up to Alice Rivero to teach us about Marx and Durkheim and ancient Babylonian mythology. Imagine our astonishment to learn that she came from Brooklyn, and when in the mood, answers her phone in Russian. We began a dubious philosophic career with logic. The mind was in a maze; the logic escaped us, but Mr. Nordquist didn't. He urged us to see things one way or another tlogicallyi. Our contact with him since has been Snackie breaks, and we've discovered that philosophers can easily see beyond the deep and inner recesses of human thought, and concentrate on coffeeeand local chatting. Van Voorhees Lloyd 70 Which brings us to Mr. Platt, who nearly always makes us feel happy, even though we mightnit be in- terested in Hegel or Neitzche, or Socrates, for that matter. Mr. Platt is romantic, evidenced by Mrs. Platt's radiant visage. Santa may not be real, but true love is, and the Platts know it. Ralph J. McKenna Charles I. Br oks Raymond K. Anderson 72 From there we go with Mrs. Platt, skipping into the French department. Her courses are a delight, full and satisfying. And then we run across Mr. Patz, whose personal comments either make us laugh or turn us speechless searching for an appropriate answer. One day he swears he has quit smoking and orders everyone not to give him cigarettes. The next day he orders someone to lend him one, conveniently ig- noring yesterday's resolutions. Madame Blumenthal is a change of pace with her Iong-suffering attitude towards her run of accidents, and her lovely and oh-so-French conversation. We were tres reconnaissant when she accepted our com- positions written in conjunction with a classmate and marked accordingly Part I and Part H. Robert B. Wright Harry M. Buck Graham M. lamieson Carolyn Zeleny 74 We only know one student who moved out of French and into Spanish. Somehow she learned to say si instead of l'oui, and picked up fancy courses in strange Spanish literature. What she can translate for us sounds odder than Ionesco. Our friend never could get over Mr. Hwang's name. If presented with a collection of Hwang, Diaz and Botana, anyone any- where but Wilson could pick the two that associate with Spanish. Mr. Diaz knows us from somewhere, and attaches a name to his polite greeting-in-passing, while Senor Botana practices silent chivalry with a smile and a slight bow. Very foreign. Alice M. Brumbaugh Alice R. Rivero We pause for Miss Hicks and the classics depart- ment. Classics majors seem the only ones who have no doubts about their field; Miss Hicks provides a cer- tain stability that allows for no floundering about. We collect our empty thoughts and take them to her myth course, aware thatshe is exacting, and will certainly stretch every thought to its limit. Not the precise pic:- ture of a classics professor, Mr. Cummings nonetheless comes forth with a zeal about ancient Harry G.Scheele Greek architecture that seems native to classics professors. We hope our Senior Day is acceptable against his standards. The math department is by and large a jovial one. Mr. Portmann looks ever pleased with the world, no doubt because to mathematicians all things must solve themselves in an equation of some sort. One never actually sees Miss Gansz walking from Edgar to the Science Center but she does get there, and ably computes and mathematizes. Now will the original Snackie-dweller please stand up? Lets have a hand for Mr. Lackey, our bridge partner, the man with the camera, who faithfully appears at all of our sports events, and who refuses to be hurried, the true jovial of them all. A cheer for such a likeable math department! 75 lohng Eun Hwang 76 low A. Diaz Joseph D. Botana And here's to Mr. Garner and Mr. Giles tand the faculty in generali: Education IS what its all about! We could go on, but we've made our point. When a student is dealing with a professor tand vice versai with whom she has never spoken personally, or when there is no bridge over the faculty-student gap, college life is not very exciting. However, when there are people dealing with people, realizing differences and trying to prevent them from becoming walls of opinion, then college is exciting. We think that one must first understand this before understanding Wilson. The great affair goes on. 78 juniors Margie Bookhout Carolls there, in the library. You've seen her in that place a million times before, with that same intent look on her face. There lies the counte- nance of a scholar, the look of satisfaction as she absorbs and comprehends all she is reading. You can't help but wonder at her searching mind. Is it a mind of a scientist, linguist, philosopher, histo- rian? in order to see what is keeping Carol so in- volved, a sneak behind her is in order. Quietly standing so as not to disturb her, your eyes wander down the page of that heavy tome. She turns and smiles sheepishly, realizing she's been caught absorbed in 'Teenage Love . She invites you to sit and read it with her, and you do, just like lasttime. American Civilization Carol Miller Wouldn't it be great to live as a turtle forever on the lake? After all, turtles really do have the right idea . . if a turtle feels quiet or reflective, it is so easy to find temporary solace but there are those times when a turtle just has to go down to the lake and be with other turtles. Regardless of how shy turtles may seem, they really are quite gregariousJ Of course, in the springtime all the beautiful turtles abandon the lake-side and migrate to the tennis courts, but after tennis season there is again time for sweet oblivious sleep. To sleep is an art which is not at all lost to turtles. Wouldn't it be great to live as a turtle forever on the lake? . Marg. . .1 Get your crayons and book out. well have an in sight. Sparkling and bright, Bookiels eye, color it artistic. Her ear, sym- pathetic. Her hands,-color them multi and helping. Still, it's hard to sense all that she is. Shels an artist politic. Sensitive, per- ceptiVHfresh and new, witty and true, clear and now, the pic- ture evolves; Book searches, yet still is able to keep that tiny blue flower flourishing inside. Amazing. Economics Marg Robins Psychology Love tomics . . . the favorite pastime of Prentis begins with the library of Dorothy Sara Lee and she even provides atmosphere with fresh popcorn and strains of Der Rosenkavalierll. If she can't be found out taking pictures that no one wants taken she must be wandering somewhere in the halls of Thomson meditating. Her statements in music history would be colossal if they ever got past her oboe reed! She will probably always have fond memories of Theory II and Mr. Farriswboth of which she had all to herself. . . Everybody doesn't like something, but nobody doesnlt like Dorothy Sara Lee!! Debbie Flack Music and Psychology Why does everyone always call me Flack? But, Deb, it has so much more personality . . . Permanent resident of Prentiselook for her there, after you have tried the lacrosse field, Thomson, Lortz, the gym, the dining room, and the Snackie. Weave your way through a room full of hockey shoes, music scores, psychology notes, chocolate chip cookie crumbs, and empty Hi-C grape caanut its worth the trip. HThe worst thing happened todayel was just a little late coming to dinner from basketball, and they ran out of corn just as I got there. . . Darn it . . Flack Could probably major in anything but she couldn't decide on just one department, so she broke with tradition and became the first Wilson students with a double major. After all, if she canlt make it ag a musical psychologist she can always be a psychological musician!2 Dorothy Sara Lee Oho-ho, Tina! How the poor girl has survived these three years, we donit know. We only hope she makes it to the end. If she doesn't, few will, but she suffers, how she suffers. Benevolent Tina, merciful girli she accepts us the way we are. Maybe thatls why Tina's room is always first Choice for the Party? The spills, the misplaced ashes, the overturned bowls of onion dip, a rug that bears numerous scark-these are Tina's trialsi but we suspect her ioys as well. We really shouldnlt take advantage of her, Oh dear, but we do. We like her. We admire her long even strides down the hockey field, her cool graceful movements on the basketball court tso, she's another I'Junior Jock l, her effortless strokes with the paintbrush, her first, second, third, fourth, and fifth positions, but more than admire, we like her. Her fumblings and mumblings delight us. We collapse hysterically at the sight of an indignant Tina, unaided by contacts, groping down the hall in search of the telephone. WHO BUZZED MY ROOM AT THIS HOURt'i We mock, we mimic, but Saint Tina stumbles onward. One day while Charlotte was deep in search of the Grail, we suggested that maybe her next quest could be for the happy medium ta change of weather was predicted and we were sure she needed some rest along with her quininel. She told us point-blank that it really had never occurred to her to look, thanked us for our concern and said, mysteriously enough without words twhich surprised everyone immensee Iy: it was the first time we had seen her tongue stilll, that her days were made up of seasons, weather, smells, chuckles, colors, prose, poetry, con- centrated play and work, music, . . . in short, we realized, most of the feelings which tend to lead one away from the middle and urge, instead, jumping off one end or the other. Then, as some of her reflec- tiveness began to rub off, we recalled her moods of the past half hour. Sheld been sad, so we brushed the tears from her face and sat her in the warm sun; she'd gotten angry and we'd smoothed those pursed lips with some Jergen's and hoped she wouldn't have permanent wrinkles; she'd been happy, tried to hug the whole world and overturned a slop pot down the front of her smock. It made us laugh to remember and we regretted having ever mentioned the happy medium. It would never have made her happy. Charlotte Gelzer Tina Sponsler Biology English A driving perfectionist is Connie; sometimes fantastically hard on her- self, yet seemingly realistic about how much she can expect. She allows herself little weakness, but this makes her neither rigid nor cold. She is the certain kind of woman Peck and Peck is looking for, who all her life will want to play Dorothy in The Wizard of 02. She will spray Dorothy with Chanel No. 5 and walk carefully down the brick red road. She works for the present, she plans for the future, and it is strong and good, her melody of life;t Connie Burgess English Those black tights hide absolutely nothing and some of us might find our protruding bulges a little too evident for comfort; not Jan. We dontt suggest that she has anything to be embarrassed aboutehardly; but maybe, we mean, if she did, we don't think she'd be bothered by it. She has more vital things to put embarrassment to. She canlt hide anything. Is that a weakness? We think not, but Jan does sometimes, especially if at that moment she's remembering her favorite heroine, cloaked in shrouds of mysterious secrecy, silently enduring the pains of living. Jan wants to be like that twhen she's not wishing she were a Junior Jock like the rest of third floor Prentisl and her attempts are many. More often than not, her carefully constructed veils of secrecy come too easily apart and her own business is suddenly everyone's affair. We think, perhaps, that one of these days Jan may fool us all; she may keep her secret as her very own concern. She may snatch that conspicuous heart from her sleeve and clumsily stuff it into her back pocket; but, oh please, Jan, we caution you, donlt sit too soon, Don Quixote and Sancho ride hopefully into a band of shepherds and flail their hOpes against good strong birch rods. They sit in the dust and one contemplates while the other aches. Night passes. At last Sancho offers Don Quixote some chicken salad and stale croutons left over from the conquest of the copper kettle, which at that moment lies dusty and dented five yards away. Don Quixote first refuses such banal sustenance, and then real- izes that there is usually a tomorrow to be noble in, and today can hardly be spoiled further. Sancho counsels Quixote that seeking friends would be wise, but Quixote refuses, explaining that to seek friends is not part of knighthood. Nevertheless, while pursuing the matter on horseback a large party of knights appear, amazing Quixote, who was not aware that so many existed. It is plain that the other knights share Sancho's inexplicable love for Quixote, a fact which further amazes him. Quixote, acknowledging his mistake gracefully, raises his visor to drink some good red wine, and seeing his com- pany, laughes heartily. From a handy shelf somewhere on the armour Sancho produces a deck of cards and Quixote calls out for a hand of bridge. Uust because Marlie can dress up and be two people all at once and play bridge in armour, do not think she forgets who she is and what she is ultimately doingJ4 Marlie Buehler Janet Sullivan English Economics Diane Kunmann As you anxiously look at your watch, you think to yourself, 'tWhy the hell canit she ever be on time? Then, amidst a whirlwind-flurry of giggles ad apolo- gies, in strides Di. Your irritation is forgotten as you dissolve into hysterics over her avid descriptions of the day's events: You know, that guy is just gorgeous! UWhat a bummer that written turned out to be! Are you one of our people? If youire very lucky, she'll be your confidant and Mother of Mercy Oh, that everyone could have a Di. Marion can touch her nose with her tongue. Itis amazing, and its even better when she's laughing. Her gorgeous blue eyes and southern drawl can make you melt and give her your very last cigarette but you know she'll reciprocate whenever you're in need teven if she has to borrow from someone else to do iti. Mar lives each day one at a time and takes it easy like a true Southerner but she has no lack of energye just watch her at party time: that's when she's really at her best. Sociology Marion Moore Marilynn Argondizza Psychology Can you imagine SnoopyIS expression if he ever found out that, for a day at least, he had shot down the Red Baron? That is what Mar looks like when she comes back on a crisp, fall day from talking with the trees and leaves by the Con, Sheis on top, for a day at least, and she knows it. She's Sancho being transformed into a knight errant eating AIbanian-Scottish food. Strange, complex and beautifully simple: it is a good life with Mar. Political Science Judy, the reluctant athlete. The last one to practically every AIl-Wilson practice, she tries hard to be the first to Ieathtl donit mind playing, it's the practicing I don't like. Since freshman year sheis assured us she has better things to do and hockey and basketball just cannot be on her list for the next year; but we know. Yes, we know she'll be back. Steadfast, dependable Jude, she wonit desert us tnot right off, anywayt. Shetll just barely make it to the game, and perform in her usual cool, efficient manner. Then she'll rush back to the dorm, smooth down those curls so susceptable t0 the slightest hint of precipitation, and hastily prepare for her date with the current Dickinson Law favorite, all the while insistinge'lThat was absolutely the last last time! I mean it; live hung up my shoes! Sure, Jude, uh-huh, we know. Judy Gorrell American Civilization - lison Eames You can tell Alison has a mind of her own just be looking at her. That often determined face might even scare you at first if she didn't smile and talk to you for a minute, but she always does. Alts a weekend traveller tor hostess, de- pending on whether she's here or out therei; she even stayed away a whole semester once. Sheis dated far and wide tmuch to our jealousyi and is as feminine and charming as can be. Youid think she could never be anything but ladylikPuntil she belches. Thank goodness itts Friday! esoft, blond hair that remains constanteshe has her idealism about the futurF Ireland may be nicer a second time. Needs happy times and an occasional break from Wilson to bring out her sunshinkand when she smiles or laughs, her whole face radiates. A youngster in our class-a young bud needing rain and sun to flower. Economics 85 Libby Krewson Political Science Emily Schneck Psychology Puppy eyes implore, and its impos- sible to say no. An aura of femininity . . . oops, slipped . . . I'm so embar- rassed! No, it's not a speech im- pediment; Marcia's from outside Bostonenever would've been able to guess that. Upset, downset, and up again. Explosion! I'Sorry l sounded off. Smile . . . flutter off to . . . wherever. A dear girl, but it doesn't really take half a box of detergent per load of clothes! She just thinks more soap gets your laundry cleaner. I'm not going to dinner; I've been eating too much late- ly. A Tab and those candy bars? Ahaleno it's a AHO! So much that can be said. . . so little that needs to be. Summarize: disorgan- ized organization, concern, warmth, openness. It's all there. Smitty . . . ad infinitum. Em's a special persone-she arrives on the top of the Clouds, touches earth for a moment, and is back in the clouds again. Clouds make tiger-tracking easi- er; it is also easier to sleep through fire drills. Early to bed, early to rise and an hour nap or two in betweenJ Every so often she floats by, trailing cookie crumbs, breakfast desserts Bl, and a Pennsyltuckian drawl. llth, it was simply dreadful! We got to lose weightllll She arrives on the clouds, stays a bit, and leaves on the clouds tbut her head is on the groundj Remarkable. Emily. Marcia Smith Marg Joseph Marg is the person to secure as a stand-in when oneis father becomes impatient with one's mediocre grades. She could convince him of the worthiness and security of a 'C'. She has that much desired abilitw desired that is, by those of us who so often stand nervously tongue-tied before our elders-to converse fearlessly and coherently with ANYONE. Yes, Marg deals in the art of conversation and is an English major. The two don't always go together, you know. In this case, they do and the com- bination at times appears invincible. But just because she's taller than most people on campus and plays AII-Wilson basketball as well tthese two donit always follow eitheri, that doesn't mean that she's completely indestruc- tible. No, she can't be . . . consider this situation. Marg, long, lean and graceful with blonde hair swinging, is battling hard in the midst of a basketball game. A member of the opposing team approaches her and sug- gests that they sit down and talk the matter over. If the argument were well presented, Marg, just girl that she is, would no doubt consider a compromise. That's her weaknesFtalking. Fortunately, though, for Wilson's team, Marg is not given the power-ofeattorneys and basketball is not played around the conference table. Kathy Torpy English Kay-tee is the official tourguide of Penn- sylvania's Grand Canyon, Wellsboro. Mean- while, back at the college: Paging Dr. Torpy. You are wanted in the bio lab. There she goes in a whirlwinwin surgical mask, and hockey shoes. With a bottle of vino and the Moody Blues, she is invulnerable to all but poison darts and eight o'clock classes. Her day ends in a room where there's a place for everything, and everything in its place. A Hcloset-jockn with a passion for souI-cleansing raps till 3:00 A,M., her sarcastic facade protects the softest of hearts. 1'Anything for a friend. What can you say, buteWOW! Biology Sheila Ann Rosato German Sheila Ann Rosato, where are you . . .? Off in Germany perhaps, pretending to be an American! You might have fooled us; we thought you were a little Prussian. But really, you cant fool que know that behind that facade of feminine beauty and charm there is a room full of clutter without which were sure you wouldnit look the way you do. Always leaving something behind . . . Grammieis homemade cookies . . . bent knitting needles looped together with fingering yarn. . . last years issue of Mad Magazine. . .mittens. . .makeeup. . .memories. . just a reminder: Sheila, come back and claim them! Fran Schreiber Spanish Drue Boone German Some chick! Drue glows rather than shines; she is mellow and deep, beyond childish things, but not beyond children. Her glow comes from where sheis beeneBrecht, Berlin . . . more than the language got her there and takes her back. She is thoroughly honest, says what she means when she means it and has the gift of tact. Is she Genuine? That hair turning auburn in the sun is as real as die ApfeI-Torte. It doesnit really matter whether the hair is real, since we were convinced from the beginning that Drue is real, which is great as well as true. The devil made Fran do it. Do what? Well, there was that all black and white room sophomore year, and the semester at F 8t M, and where do the fireworks in Spanish American lit. class come from? She tunes in fourteen major stations on her can rollers, and has Spanish House yelling through windows to beat her Raphael records. Franny, your friendly part-time evening telephone operator, the face behind the PO. box, a girl who knows where to find a stray bottle of wine or two; hello, Wilson College, may I help you?H She speaks for herself. Kathy Galligan He felt his cheeks aflame and his throat throb- bing with song. There was a lust of wandering in his feet that burned to reach out for the ends of the earth. On! On! his heart seemed to cry. Eve- ning would deepen above the sea, night fall upon the plains, dawn glimmer before the wanderer and show him strange fields and hills and faces. Where? ejames Joyce The Ginny comes out around 3 in the afternoon. A worrying bird, its physical features may be described as ample, a well-structured body, long necked and long legged with a round head. This creature is heavily feathered in copper brown. Flightily mannered, this bird may be seen running from place to placeesometimes quietly, sometimes prone to explosions of emotion, quite verbally. A naturally shy one, she can often be crafty and leasing, but she possesses a loving and lame na- ture and would make, for all her adventurous inclinations, a fine addition to the home provided she has a perch near the window. 89 Ginny Bertsch Fine Arts English Anne Clouser English With her passion for purple Anne easily y qualifies as 'lMiss Concord Grape of the 1970's. They say she's got soul and we consider that pretty good for a year-round resident of Cham- bersburg. Soul and cokes and potato chips- Will you please go to the Snackie for me? How can we refuse someone who at any minute may collapse from twit fatigue? She studies so much and yet her fretting and worrying make us anxious-HC'mon, Clouser, youlll make it! Willie is the vivacious LYG from 3N. An authori- ty on Russians-she loves Russian Bank but prefers Russian boys tand hates Black Russianst. Jan values her solitude, which is broken only by those most close to her. Romantic in the guise of a realist. Going home? To Palmerton or Wayne? Popcorn can become habit-forming. Temper? Jan? Never . . . hasnlt slammed her door in ten minutes. She loves Cleo over anything texcept that auspicious Russianl. Don't tell anyone that I type papers . . . Wake me up unless I'm asleep . . . Erskine, get me a bar of soap, quick. . . Did you see the last Jets game? Her laughter will ei- ther be secretive or bring down the plaster. Saying goodbye as tears fill our eyes never wanting to part To leave half of us lonely the other half filling her heart With love; neither written written nor said; just there, waiting quietly As the other waits quietly for unkept time, to see her new love. Neither feels hurt nor left out and neither envious of the other For love in a friendship dismisses these harsh trying fences And blesses each other with its special quality of happiness and concern. Need a little something for what ails you? Call on Anne. Frantz, Burns, Schwartz and Erskine? An Alumnae dweller, she can be found hibernating in 3N . . . I'lf anyone lost a HAM, please see Mr. Nichols? Weekend trips with Caesar include Bal- timore, Atlantic City and Palmerton; she is a per- petuator of the six day weekend. 'lWe're a Coast Guard family. Anyone for cards? Scribbage? Scrabble? Enjoys impersonating Hot Lips when Hawkeye is around. Are you sure youlre not a Religion major, Anne? Her father's fan club carries campus-wide reknown. A beautiful girl whether blonde or brunette. A frustrated interior decorator. . .Anyone for moving furniture? Happiness mixed with sadness Only you can understand Love in a friendship Only we could demand Living for the future, laughing at the past Thatls how we live right now, holding our Future at last. Janet Wiley French Anne Erskine Psychology Alice Rae loyce Mary Lou Cummins Sociology Donit let Mary Lou's sophisticated and well-dressed appearance mislead you. Come visit Louie during the middle of the week to see the transformation . . . She love visitors, especially during study time or cocktail hour. t'l have a little froggie that goes in and out with me, and what can be the use of him is more than I can see. A kaleidosc0pe of impressions is revealed . . . ultis so ugly it's so beautiful! . . . has the knack for leaving things til the last minute, particularly papers, packing, and getting up. You might run into her on weekends at Gettysburg . . . parties to papers to panoramas tand a few magazines thrown in for effecti lead to hysterical laughter and bring out the best in everyone. Can I borrow this? Thanks? Her vivaciousness leads peers to finding themselves doing fun thingsH even on the rainiest of rainy days. Psychology We sat on the other side of her desk which was littered with lab reports and various budgets, letters and erasers. And what do you think of Superman today? we asked. I'Well, Miss Shipley taps a pencil on a chemical unknOWn. I'd rather talk about the problem I have with Reader's Digest Condensed. I've been getting the same book now for the past five years. Welooked up and counted 25 copies of the July 1965 edition. HSuperman, we prodded gently. Ah, yes, Miss Shipley's lovely brow wrinkled again. HHe is such a phantom. l donit know why 1 get all the phantoms. And I still don't know what to do about Reader's Digest. Miss Shipley is a busy young woman: she is late for counsultation with a lab report, late for the session with the pool, late for her date with the diving board, late for dinner and on time for phone duty. She is not misplaced, but she could have been the wife of a pioneer. No, I'm sure I don't mind. Really, I don't mind at all. She has that long strength and patience which becomes a forebearer of America and almost enough endurance for a Christian martyr. And as she as- serts constantly, the important things in life take first place, even if late. Sue Shipley Biology The name is Alice Rae, not Alicea If you can't find her elsewhere, she'll be in Alumnae or at Penn. She's great to have around during the TV doctor shows. Her ex- uberance and freckles give her a child-like quality, but there are deep thoughts behind those blue eyes. Unusually happy, you can tell when sheis down by her refrain, UI want to crawl up in a corner with a soft blanket and a good book that's not required reading. If Wilson offered a handicraft major she'd be the first to sign up. Her first love is the out-Of-doors; 'Autumn is the best time of the year-when you look at the land scape it's as if God dumped a box of Trix out upon itX' All she wants from life is to be happy and 10 make those around her happy. Take care, Alice, oops, I mean Alice Rae. An undying desire of Barb's is to live in the same room with Michaelangello's David. The room would be orange and have apple trees growing in the north corner. Her drawers would hold only old jeans and pic- tures of friends. There would be boxes full of broken-in shoes, but Barbara would go barefoot all about. She is not a woman of the world but actually a road- side daisy that belongs back in the field. So ask her for her last cigarette; she wonlt need it again until she asks for it. You'll realize that she is searching for the sand of Majorca, whereupon she will change at midnight from a roadside daisy to Barbara again. Ring a bell and light the candle. We shall invoke the fairy godmother who doesn't believe in all that stuff, who turns coaches into pumpkins, and who turns sweetness into strength. Spanish Barbara Buzzi Phoebe Urban Poli ical Science Phoebe, that child of God who left the fold, and has been trying to get in over the fence ever since. Phoebe, that idealist who keeps trying to put broken mirrors together, not necessarily to look in them but just to keep them reflecting. Phoebe, the easily depressed optimist. Phoebe, let me tell you something. One day there will be an earthquake, and it will rain and thunder and hail. it is a good thing you are not afraid of the dark; tend your candle well, teach your children your loves in life, and donlt blow out your flame yete for we may have need of it. We burst into her room, arms flying and words tumbling into the corners. Peg looks up from her lap- work and smiles Ianguidly. We stop, confused. She laughs to encourage us: 1'00 on, Cutie. Calm down and tell it again. We do go on, more calmly. When she gets up, we have the distinct feeling that she is going to pour tea for an afternoon garden party we can't see. It could be confusing, if Peg let it be. She is a clear person, lucid, gracious, calm, and stubborn. Seldom confusedehow comforting that is! Somehow we feel several thousand dollars richer when we talk to hereit is nice to know someone who shares her mythical wealth so convinc- ingly. Good afternoon, My Lady Peggy. Sharman Brown Spanish Peg Darras Fine Arts Today she carved a cameo of ivory. Tomorrow she is considering carving a tired week. She is an ivorv'carverl which is of all carvings the most difficult. Imagine an ivory telephone conversation, or an ivory waitressing shift. One can see the difficulties, and therefore the results are worth recognition. Sharman would love to ride just once in an Amish carriage, and then go home to stew a chicken for Sunday lunch. She would sit down to dinner in rubies and velvet, and then sleep in the hammock till three. While she sleeps one realizes that it is she who is ivory, not her life. Cool, with a strong grain, smooth of character, and simply the right answer to the right ques- tion. Maureen liska July1st, 1863 Vicksburg My dear Miss Briggitte, I have been in'deep and pensive thought. I can no longer conceal the fact tnor do I want to, save that you may not find it in your heart to love mel that I love you. Our associations have made me aware of your strength, your presence of mind, your care for that which is ultimately right, your devotion to the search for knowledge, your delight in all things subtle, and your inner and careful peace. lam also aware that you are not fond of house keeping, but a man of my position could easily keep servants whom you could command admirably with your leadership qualities. We might do well to have an heir, but all in good time, as you are fond of saying. Evening has come. The battle tomorrow will doubtless be hard. I shall go into the fray wondering, hoping, and praying God grant me your love in return. If I die you may be sure it will be happy, for God has granted this much time to love you. If I live I hope you will not think this too forward a letter, I beg you, your humble servant, Stuart Baudin July 12, 1863 New Orleans Dear Mr. Baudin, I received your letter this morning, and on its heels the news of our defeat at Vicksburg. Private Purvis is waiting to take this reply to you. I thank you for your solicitations but I can not put myself to deceive your honorable and good intentions. I do not love you and could never marry you. My heart is already claimed by another so, for your own sake, if not mine, discontinue your affections. tlf you find yourself in straits, I have a sister, Dorritl God bless you, Lt. Baudin yours truly, Briggitte Campbell Peg Forrest Alice Meloy Fine Arts History An autumn day, and in a dress of colored eaves, Peg ushers in the world, a little at a me, to see her treasures. Orangeness- een in candlelight and reflected from the un on brown and burgundy tcinnamon icksi. Bright crimson tscarleth grey, okey tcigarsi, green, dark not dull, and sty. Everyone looks and comes away the iser for having seen an artist at work on fe. Leaves and trees and lights and winds nd sails and brushes tpeanutsi. Dear gang, promise to be good. Mary Baesman It's the fact that basically Mary doesn't exist. Not that we cant find her, but we end up with Mortimer Snerd, Margaret Mead, or the Girl Scouts of America sans messkit. Known to the under world as Mama Leone, and to the upper world as Pearl Mesta's star pupil, Myrtle has toute-suite flung her name to the south wind which will no doubt carry it to fame, or at least to Mas- sachusetts. Not just another Wilson Woman, but a special way of laughing, sighing, sneezing, playing, reading, knowing, passing, singing, limping, mean- dering, flying, bitching, waiting, grinning, drawing, pasting, drinking, living and just being sort of cool. Ach so! Once upon a time in the New Jersey flatlands, she swirled into our lives, a centrifuge of letters, phone calls and sealing wax, to say nothing of abundant memories. We wined, dined and sang together, and then she made another stab at her microscopic friends. . . Patti is still growing with the help of Vin Rose Sec, Psychology Today, herring in tomato sauce and SOS, which she devours in the early morning fog. Now it is rumored that she is in St. Biarritz, jet-setting as if born to it, and seeing a Lithuanian part-time bareback rider. We know she is continuing her search for the Holy Grail, and is up for a Columbian rendez-vous soon. Or is it in Germany? Love's labors lost, but not quite. Patti Ewing Anthropology and Sociology Biology Terry Gilbert Jeanne Schubert Sociology History Sandy Simonsen Biology The peeping Toms find it difficult to penetrate Terryis defense mechanisms but her friends find her world at their feet. Maturity is coping with reality, be it fire and rain or the sweet blossoms of youth, love and life. Terry knows; and perception is everything. Ingenuity, self-reliance and creativity are more than words when associated with Terry. Interaction tenvironmental, interpersonal or extrapersonaD negates any impotence of feeling, thinking or acting. Life flows about and within this cosmopolitant I'live got so much work to do! What diya mean, a meeting at 6:30?elive got choir! Two writtens tomorrow2eof course I'm going to Cub Scouts tonight! live got to run and take three pictures for the Billboard, and a roll for the Con'ie-Sheill trip on those French House steps some day. Schube, the European traveller, returns enamored with Lenin and practiced in coy evasions of les hommes parisiens. One of the few proclaimed Democrats on campus, she is willing to listen to other viewpoints while arguing in support of her own. Outspoken, betimes witty and always available if you've got a real problem, she takes a day at a time, pretzel in hand. A love of old objects and places shows in her historical tendencies. What's that? Another paper you say? Have a glass of vodka, Jeanne. Ev- erything will be okay. loan Cressler Fine Arts and English You say you saw a figure darting across Thomson Green after a dragon fly, bug net in hand and a gray felt hat on? Must be Sime. Her energy, however, does seem questionable when it concerns appointments: 'tOh well, better late than never. It's the committment that counts. She'll jump on every passing Cloud for a new advenA turo wherever it may lead. Flying from one thing to the next, yet she manages to leave nothing less than complete. Simels every fourth breath is taken with en- thusiasm and a spirit to live her life to the fullest. Never a dull moment with herewhat with Flip Wilson take- offs and a mind for practical jokes. Its great to be alive in a gray felt hat and in a world of situations that require her determination. Deep-feeling, always ready with a smile for her aII-im- portant fellowman. Kath is assuredly traveling out of a rich and warm heritage into a bright and hopeful future. First impressions leave a warm feeling for her generosity and simple way of living. Those who know her well see a swirl of images when asked to describe hereSteve over her right shoulder and a collection of near and dear over her left. She enriches our world with her own experiences-discovering a muddy cave or extracting knowledge from a soc. bookeyou just know those little grains of truth will one by one be shared willingly with a contemporary or the smallest child. She's humanishe cries with the rest of us, and her joy comes of her shared humanity. Kathy Phillips It's time to tell the truth about Joan. She's really not a sweet home-loving, service-oriented person. Shels a swinger striving for as much living as she can possbily get out of life. Creative? You betcha! Her room and boutique justdrip with artistic ability. Always brim-full of things to say, you can depend on Joan in a quiet talk or for a psythedvlit party. And where is this lover oi music headed? Rome, Paris, Yellowstone Park as far as her noodle, thread antl ingenuity will take her. Sit batk antl enjoy Joan Sht'K decent. Sociology How does one describe a roommate? Once you get beyond the obvious, everyday things, emotion takes over and just how does one limit emotion to words on a page?l won't try. Instead, Itll concentrate on the obvious. Judy une comrade de chambre extraordinaireu-Ioves pajamas with feet. Which one are yOUeFreddy or Flossie? Sometimes we thought wetd never make it through first semester. . .HSIow down, Jude, you have the hurries again. She is a precise soul, and most diplomatic. A friend needs the quiet she carries with her; all those semesters we were never going to get through convince me of the truth of her friendship. How do we describe Debby Grover, we asked one another. Quel paradoxe! Don't let her manner fool you; we know that the real Deb is independent, but no one needs moral support more than she; impulsive, but once she has made up her mind she can be frighteningly thorough in carrying out her plans; sensitivwa connois- seur of fine art; Womenls Lib is where it's at. We used to rattle the sugar bowl for teatime and Deb would come run- ning. Debby on the outside is one thing, Debby on the in- side. . .well, thatts another. Quel paradoxe! Debby Grover Psychology Judy Rush Psycholog Rosy cheeks, soft brown hair and a word of comfort for all those who seek her advice, Deb is fondly referred to as the tortoise in a world of hares. Shelll make a beautiful mother some day, and the kind of teacher yould want your children to have. Tetley Teals stock rises and falls depending upon how many cups she drinks a day. Debbyls hopelessly in love with the simple, good and pleasant things in life. She's full of educational yuk-ups and speaks the dead language with a living french accent. 98 Fondly referred to as the phantom roommate. Check the pool or if she's not there try Manchester, England. Elma is an intellectual who went to Manchester in pur- suit of academic interests and ended up joining the Tiddly Winks Club. But what exactly are you going to do with a religion major? Takes six suitcases home for vaca- tion, and then wears blue jeans every day. Solitary and independentethat's why we had few qualms about sending her off to England. Debby Hamburg Classics Elma Thomas Religion Studies Karen Serdy Spanish Serd, The Body, Pittsburghts own Public Relations Manager-tick-tick-tickewhots that weird looking kid slithering along the floor? She's in at 11:00, flames out again till 3:00. A Daiquirivfor-dinner girl and woman of the world with her complete Saks wardrobe-even her jeans have labels! Never without Winnie. Eats all she wants and never gains an ounce. Slop! Slop! down the hall in those bizarre yellow slippers. Secret millionair heiress to the Tasty Freeze industry and part owner of US. Steel. Fanlum resident of Disert. The John H. Shook Home for the Aged was built with her in mind. A long- Iaster never too busy to share good times and bad with her friends. Sue Davis Kathy Malay Special major French Stephanie Henry English A sophisticated and very warm person. Picture Kathy dressed in the latest outfit which she probably made herself, clutching Winnie the Pooh in one hand and a hockey stick in the other, standing among an assort- ment of 20 French novels, assorted LP's and the makings of her favorite drink. Popular member of the house, she will jump in her car and go to the Corner for pizza at the drop of a hat. HLook Mom, pierced earsV' Meet Disertls answer to Rodinls thinkerllethe girl with the Greek physique! A pleasant combination of seriousness, irrepressible fun and warm sincerity, Sue moves through life doing the unpredictable. Who else would drop the excavation reports from Cezer to listen to Leharls l'Das Land des Lachelnsll and then suddenly get an urge to swim one hundred laps? Rarely able to sit still for more than ten minutes, Sue can be found in the pool, on the hockey field, chasing butterflies or, wonder of wonders, sitting on the floor of the library reading the llaid for the tenth time. A future archaeologist lwhols never excavated anything but the floor of her closeti, she lives in fear that an archaeologist of the next millenium will find her flute and attribute to it orgiastic significance. Not all her thoughts are intellectual however; she often has to make up her mind between a date with her phar- macist or an evening at home with HThe Masculine Man. Ah, father Zeus, give also to her that blessing of a fruitful hunt and a search ending in wisdom. A snake in the grass, an on-campus HoJols representa- tive, accomplished equestrian, typist par excellence. We are speaking of the chairman of the Society for the Exter- mination of Doverians, Miss Stevie Andy Granitelli Henry. With a normal body temperature of I I0 degrees, Stevie's patience is sorely tried by the sight of a closed window. She's a walking dictionary and the girl to ask about your ei's and io's . Cheerful rationalizer of the deepest depressions, this wouId-bc Southern Belle is the kind of girl people could use more of. Sue Reibie Classics Gail Schubel MacDonald She is seldom to be found in her room, unless it is the moment to contemplate the bust of John Adams and listen to Victory at Sea or discuss the relative merits of John, Bob and Harry. She remains for the most part not immediately obvious, and has an advantage in surprising people. Life is contrapuntal to her melodyeconfusing where she is calming, sufficient unto the day where she is constantly needed. Upon emerging from an ancient stupor, Sue, Fortified by six dishes of yogurt, goes off to watch her grasshoppers. HE is not stuck, SHE is just laying her eggs. Called back to her dorm to hunt for a misplaced lacrosse stick or to calm another of Sade's hyse terical traumas, she photographs the event for future ref- erence. Forsan et haec nos meminisse iuvabit. Carol Sweigard He who knows nothing, loves nothing. He who can do nothing understands nothing. He who understands nothing is worthless. But he who understands also loves, notices, secs . . . The more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the greater the love . . . Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as the strawberries knows nothing about the grapes. Paracelsus English Paula Verona slow smile, little giggle that would make the earth roar; then she stops to touch your hand and giggles again. under the inevitable blue jeans topped leotardedly flashes fragrances of esoteric LOVE what a smile! but really you've Gotta help mea with her, the classical art of waitressing ever flourishes on yogurt. while Criticism of Literature causes dreams of Greece and Mousaka, a finger is smashed. designing, sclupting, painting, with rings through leaves and dancing smiles. out loud so as to cause laughter cottage cheese Paula with silk screens and apples to be is Fine Arts Char Pike The grin comes from deep down, seated in a love of green frogs. She has two laughs: a throaty ha-ha and a modest tee-hee. Most condusive to a lasting friendship. Flying along in a yellow T-bird, trailing picnics in apple orchards and family roast-beef dinners, Chris watches passing scenery without nostalgia. She has a self-imposed . sophistication to guard against wrong moments, and the quiet self-assertion of the Swiss to emphasize right choices. Are we not all concerned with the world? Then let us take lessons from someone who teaches us gently and laughs. Rrribbittll Fine Arts Liza's a surprise friendeyou know, one that all of a sudden you find and wonder how long shels been there. She's the kind of girl that loves bananas, VW'se especially the . . . orange ones, and little green men that sit in your ear. Clunky shoes and a bubbly laugh herald her-if you are luckyeotherwise this water- sprite will sneak up on you and go 'tgotcha! Some peOple say that you are a person in her eyes or her handshake. Liza is one of the terrific people who is in her laugh! You hear it and end up at least smiling. She's an Alice in Wonderland kid who would not follow the Yellow Brick Road but invent it; she's the Great Pumpkin that would let Charlie Brown have a peek. Screaming Yellow Zonkers Liza-look at that sunny, funny, fabulous facel! Chris Myers Fine Arts 3; Holly Bixby Holly reminds me of a furry little bunny that, having hopped about the land and surveyed its bounties, lightly pounced into a garden and began to go about the business of building her nest. Quietly, unob- trusively, she gathers nature around her and marvels at how frenzied life can become when all the other little animals in the garden do nothing but play all day long. But she adapts to the pace beautifully and maintains a lovely disposition. HI don't much mind if it rains or snows; 'cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice new nose. Funny fairy tale so true. A phantom streak that comes with the soft rain and vanishes with the sun. Transported by green hot wheels and speed and speed and fleeting moments of the most that can be put in fleeting moments. A knowledge of life-the good and the bad and turning the bad into good, and good into bad. A knowledge yet not an un- derstanding. Love, hope, pain and night and day and night again. Blessed with a heaven sent voice that shatters the cosmos and cleanses the soul. The keeper of the earthly 200. A good mother, a bad child, a perfect friend. Life's most beautiful Cancer. MISSY ls all the good people you've ever known Wrapped into one. Glorious, giddy, giggly Bundle of Laughter and Joy. A Rose of pure, unadulterated Good Nature. The Sophie Tucker of the Sweatshirt Set. Psychology Gail Douglas Whether bellowing across campus or quietly an nouncing her arrival at Ten Tones with a rousing choru of Latin Queen, Chop is the All American Woman. Wel versed in all the niceties of social decorum, she ca slurp soup with the best of them. Often seen blithel running from bathroom to bathroom, she is the athleti ideal of all. Beginning freshman year as the big wrestlin champion of Rosie-Disert, she has successfull defended her title to include Alumnae and Main. Caro was awarded the coveted gold medal and loving cup fo party throwing at the 1971 Winter Marathon, defeatin the current champion Brunnhilde Rabinowitz by stayi awake 47V: hours, of which only three were spen under the table. Academically Carol Ann is in the top of her class. He favorite teacher, Miss Schaeffer, says, uBlossom not onl pays attention in class and shows initiative, but she colors within the lines. Carol is Wilsonls one and only Calico Woman, ano her room is truly a palace to all. Missy Widerkehr Fine Arts Reserved, quiet, studious; must be somebody else, baby. Oh yes, Wendy, the one known for her two-note rendition of Lucretia MacEvil. She'll spend her life as an infamous ham and procrastinator. She often walks to the library at 11 P.M., confident that it is closed and that another day has gone by without reading a reserve book. Because of her remarkable academic standing, each September she is greeted by a chorus of t'Yourlre still here! If she ran for any school office you know her platform would consist of Booze on every bookshelf and a male in everytcloset. Her reason for running: t'lf l have an important position on campus, they cant throw me out. Her wardrobe is amazing to all who know hereshe truly believes that one can make it through college with one dress, a pair of sneakers and kneesocks! Needless to say, she's a determined person and we at Wilson have no doubt that she will become the mistress of the wealthiest European duke. Wendy Walker Carol Tschop Fine Arts Fine Arts Maryann Handsman Karen Pollock It is Spring! The Indian Maid and I go down to the river, our canoe slung over our shoulders. We talk of civilized people back on the reservation, and paddle swiftly upstream. Now Maryann comforts the harried as they hurry by her door. Old Indian proverbs in Yiddish fall as cooling drops of dew on our ears, and Maryann has her doubts about the situation in hand. That one candle keeping out the darkness must be Maryann. Flickers don't become her. Unperturbed, unharried, sure that nothing yet has been the end of the world, she has another beer and laughs on into the night. We saw it flying through the air and asked, what is it? It sings and has red hair, and seems to care a lot about what happens in the world. We saw it sailing over water and asked, what is it? It rides with tears and laughter, and appears a daughter of Peace by the way it steers the ship. We saw it dreaming in the grass and asked, what is it? It watches the time pass, Impatient to fasten on its goal: a creature rare, a Lady of Tomorrow.6 Special Major Dale Kurth Psychology Nancy Whitehead Dale. The chuckle that roared. She can never go any- where incognito; her laugh has reached the length and breadth of the earth, filled the spaces in between, and still echoes in the dining room. Pleasure it is to see Dale tand hear heri. Pleasure it is to find that she thinks she's in love with a Florida millionaire; pleasure it is to look up into her complex face, now 8 years old, now 21. Pleasure it is to know her. Once she stood up to a fraternity; the impression must have been overwhelming, and the results were im- mediate. She went down to the Square and waded in the Fountain at midnight last spring; when the police arrived she took off her St. Patrick's Day hat and racoon coat and sat down to discuss the generation gap. Free and easy, good and great; the short and long and party of it must be that Dale is truly one word: magnificent. Whoa Milholland, slow down, take it easy. She's the driving force behind Billboard and Young Democrats and certainly is on all those important committees, but she never stops . . . Kath is out to raise womenls standards, even if it means run- ning for President H988 that isl. Donlt tell the education department that she types with one finger tthey're paying her for the use of all tenl. Who else could squeak like that at 2 A.M. when Willis goes to bed and only one quarter of the work is done. No matter how busy, worn down, or dejected, Kitten will stop to ask you how you are, and she really means it. Shels concerned and dedicated and we've learned to believe in her. Sandy Faull History Whats a Faull? A history major with a passion for bunky books of romance and lots and lots of sleep. She's a soul wandering between the East and the West. t'l live in the desert in a round glass house. Her con- cern for college life spans the realm of international relations, student jus- tice and athletics. uOh, damn, another meeting! Sandy likes Wilson, will stay to the very end and her friends will be glad, for her open mind and ear have lent support to them all. Kathy Milholland Political Science Julia Beck Special Major Julie Beck is an Alice from Wonderland with long, brown hair. She lives in a land called Janis Terra but she ventures out to visit me sometimes. She introduced me to reincarna- tion, Joni Mitchell, and Appalachian Spring for which I am ever grateful. She lives with candlelight, burning incense and window chimes. She has a blue room the color of twilight. She believes in the legend of Atlantis and swears it will be discovered some clay soon. Behind in your work, Julie is bound to be farther behind than you but she always manages to get everything done at the last possible moment. Ask her how she did it and she'll tell you that she doesnlt know any more than you do. Naturally her bag is religion, but not the fire and brimstone type; she takes it in its more mystical moods, and I swear that I've known her before, somewhere, perhaps on Atlantis? Good things usually come in small packages. Denden has to be small. How else could she, a four foot gray mouse, and a big red pillow all fit into the same bed every night? Al 4' 103A are constantly on the go. Looking for Densie? Try the library. She just whipped out another twenty page paper in two hours. Maybe Joe will call. Dratethe phone must be out of ordereher P.O. box is al- ready broken. Ever hear a needle in a haystack? Denise can after noisy hours. For a poli. sci. major, she certainly has an artistic bent. Who else would have painted all the doors on first floor Prentis? The original turtle lover, hers were the biggest and fastest on the hall. In a twit, Wit will knit. And so much for our first lady President. Jane is a refugee from Westminster-didn't Merry tell her about this place? A truly elfish spirit, she karate kicks her way down first floor Prentis. With screaming red hair and devilment in her big blue eyes, she screams 'Yahtzee!' at the top of her lungs. A little bit gullible but a master of the tall tale herself, one must wonder whether her grandmother did make the first two-sided record. By the way, is Bari really a town in Italy? She's on a diet today, but one Captain Crunch wonlt hurt any. Jane is an English major who thrives on take-home exams. But, if that doesn't work out, we understand she's a great waitress at the Jersey shore. Do all Alpha Gamma Delta girls sing in the shower? Just remember, one should never place herself in front of Janie. POUNCE! Continuing in her Wilson family tradition, Cl. is all biology: Gogolin is at Bryn Mawr, Ma Williams is in Missouri, and Con's in the Science Center looking for a good excuse to move all of her belongings into the vacant electron micro- scope room. From lab to the library to choir and back again,edid you ever see the chromosomes in a tadpole's tail 0r knit your way through exams? Odin and Aurora, wholll get the next Viking funeral on the Con? Say the magic wordseEntamoeba histolyticahand Con's per. sonal spirit will levitate any sixelegged table around. Have you ever been bitten by Carbol Fuschin or attacked by Crystal Vauthier? Cl. is first floor Prentis' new resident doctor, dispenser of turtleburger and muscle relaxers. Vivacious, on-the-go, nothing seems to get her down. After all, there's more than one way to skin a cat! Denise Witwer Political Science Jane M. Peel English Connie Way Biology Peggy Friebely Margaret Munn-brown-eyed, dark haired passion's ladyeRED is beautiful. Easy to talk twshe rarely steers you wrong. A not-so-typical P.K. She has a great system of study: I'll just whip right through it. The Grand Canyon Suite and Billy Graham are dear to her heart, but if you want to know what really turns Biology There must be something in the library we don't know about, and MJ. is keeping the secret close. We asked her again yesterday afternoon while she was digging worms to go fishing tughll, but she persuaded us to come along, and we talked about parties instead. We know that what she values she Been newspapered into your room? Lost you laundry in the dorm lounge? Artie has obliged. . .tha mischievous sparkle in her eyes is for real and for true! Sheis a wonder. . . she spends hours getting ready fo each and every mixer and then after about the first te minutes . . here comes Artie! With the finesse of - weathered news forecaster she reports on the situatio and then she retires to TV side along with popcorn an a sigh. The unrelated pranks, papers, and people tha populate Artiels life are held together with friendshi and scotch tape. . . of course. her OMEli's Comin'! She can be a real flamer yet her serious side shows that she's quite concerned about this old world. will defend and search out, and are convinced of her sincerity-it doesnit really matter in what. Our secret from her is that a carrel in the library is being dedicated to her, and we'll be back for the ceremony, to hang up a picture of Maine and paint a few butterflies aboutekeeping in the sun. Mary Jane Adams Biolog Betsy Dixon Classic Zeus and Apollo were Greek gods, and Hera, Aphrodite and Betsy were their admirers. Through hundreds of lines, she follows their adventures and can speak well from the knowledge of her studies. That's in Warfield, but in the dorm Betsy is in her true habitat: a soft, fuzzy, long robe, and a hall of friends. Betsy is a warm personality, warm as the wool- en scarves she knits for Christmas, and is always concerned, concerned about the friends who may sleep through a morning class. It is for these basic reasons that her missions in life will never be impossible. Lucy opened a sidewalk stand which offered coun- selling for five cents, for those like Charlie Brown with problems. Well, there is a door on our hall, the one with pink plastics roses, that offers the free, and sound ad- vice of Robyn. Her therapy is one of a few blind dates, and a mixer or two, prescribing this for her clients, and above all, for herself, since it could offer a cure for what ails her-elab reports, writtens, and boredom. There are many Charlie Browns on our hall and in the world outside Wilson, but there is only one Robyn, a girl of beauty, inside and out. . rtis Smith English arbara Moyer Psychology Robyn Warnick Psychology ,xixrixlenx. - A cute little 'tHamburger who really knows how to hit those books. Her room is a paradise with all the comforts of homkwould you believe an ice crusher? But don't knock it 'cause Barb's as generous as she is af- fluent. If she's not in McElwain youll find her in Lortz- ah, yes, a true disciple of Freud-or is it Dr. Lloyd she's emulating? No matter, Barbara's her name and psychology's the name of the gamkexcept on week- ends when the name of the game is ChriFdefinitely where its at. HEY BAKER!. . .YEAH DODDS!. . .ten in a taxi to H.J.'s. . . on the down beat hit it! , . .kids, I don't know whats wrong with these kids today. . .soap bubbles on the windshield . , . 1'Don't you just hate it? . . . I've got to have my fortune told. . . 'IMiss Cooper, can we put this in your trunk? . . . Baker, wash your leo- tards! . . . Dodds, do you have the keys? . . cheesecake, Riddle-style . . . ding dong, this is the phonebooth . . . hockey and mint chocolate chip ice cream, Sam and Luki . . .Stoney face stares. . .freshman year was the year of picnics and bike rides . . . 0.1. or T.M. . . the albatross . . . Chop, can I borrow your farmerls jeans?. . .them's my cowboy boots. . .get the banana!. . J'How about you Beth One? . . .l'Oops, take it Doddsll' . . . I don't want it, take it, Bakerlll . . . the Clubfoot limp. . .criminology exam a la Barbara Bains Dodds, and Martin Landau Wilson . . . What's the storyF' que passa? . Hey Dodds! . . . Yeah Baker! Jo Ellen Doyle Beth Baker Sociology Beth DOddS SOC'OIOSY Jan faces the world of men with Freud in one hand and Della Joio in the other. Pouring tea in a purple gown and tulips all about, she gives careful advice on how to eat apples, when to fall in love, and what men on choir tour seem most reliable. She would rather stop in a stairwell and sing for an hour than go all the way to a class. She does some things by halves; first one, then the other, and a pun thrown in for good measure. Oh, to have lifFLife, a poem of new joys-to dance and sing, O to realize spaceLthe flying cloudsethe sun and mooneExult! Hear a giggle down the hall, see a bounc- ing blip whiz by, hear a scratching at your door, and you know, itls little Wilson, with one deep sexy voice that can give way to high-pitched laughter, a friend who will pick you up out of the worst down and leave you surprised at ten feet up in no time. A ham whose storieseheard three time alreadyecan get better and better. The best combination of down falls, yet a dynamo of energy that never is at rest, a connoisseur of Harvey Wallbanger and hairy adventures, a Sightseer from way backeask her about the Gettysburg peace light. Big little woman, little Wilson, Big little woman, OOOOOF' H2 Nanci, icnaMso few people look into the well of your mind and see beyond the reflectionethe vibrant body and vocal cords so responsive to your latest ecstasy 0r despair, so eager to recount over the library circulation desk your most recent unbeliev- able adventure or to bemoan your last written in social psych, overcome with the enormity of whats still to be doneeall the while looking for someone with whom to share the experience of Demian, to do those little things that no one else knows mean so much to you, to understand the meaning of an encounter in the fogethe search will set you free. Leigh Wilson Sociology -nice Kimenhour Nanci Gray Psychology Theoni Tranga Harriet McLain Biology A biologist who loves art and music, Theoni is a complex person who combines realism and roman- ticism, pessimism and optimism. Sensitive, perceptive, and aware, she's our own roman of the worldean ad- venturer, always searching for new experiences . . Like strange exotic foods, ambrosia, or the latest flavor of ice cream at Barneyts, but the situation is tragic. Stella darling, it's grapefruit and eggs I guess! No, strawberries nOWewillpower tomorrow! Perhaps a little wine. Pigeon-toed she meanders into the cell for another one of her famous aIl-nighters, reading the drawers and singing tisky-tasky to the Cincinati Pig . . . not pig, ducks, . . . or was that her Ph.D. thesis?! Now on a break, our novice bridge player makes her way to the table, hanging on a thousand weeds. She proceeds to bid, in the Tragoni Convention,1'one noebump. . .or wasn't your lead a spade? English Talking turns Peggy's small hands to dancing but- rflies. She belongs to the rare species known as the rue-Blue Odies of America. Piously faithful and yal to her friends, she cares deeply for them. Stable nd strong, she'll never need a crutch. Peggy is both liant and abstinate: she listens to others opinions, et fights for what she believes. She's an achiever nd knows how to make her dreams materialize. Her oods are controlled by the moon, and fluctuate om tinkling giggles to sober silence. She is excit- ble at proper moments twhen she learns Doug7 is aying a Hsurprise visit l, and even though she has a erious outlook on life, a fun-loving spirit shines ight on through. 1 nce upon a strange time, a DuBois damsel, he fourth of four sisters, this hapless Leigh Mansell, ursued by the dragon of Hhigher education , id 'ladieu'l to Penn State in selfless preparatione 0 subject herself then to all Liberal Arts 1 the convent of Wilson, well known in all parts. etermined to conquer this renowned nunnery, air Leigh was confronted by mushroom and hippie, ho conspired to strip her of innocence and name. eah man, to these vices she'd sure be game! hat's this? Those two cads, their efforts were blocked hen the straight one chortled, The door will be locked! tunned and astounded, the freaks fell to their knees he transformers, you see, were now transformees. ow, weird Leigh and her Black Prince from C-burg, Guilliame, Who in letters employs either Billy or William l ontinue to freak out one hell of a lot. he moral being: that candor, and humor are not 5 dispensible as some might take them to be. t was their combination that created cool Leigh. English Peggy Trout Leigh Mansell French HGuess what! guess what! Kathy can be as ex- cited as a little girl, clutching her music on her way back from Thomson with the news that the music theory assignment isn't due til next Thursday or that Lou just called that evening. Funny, her mood seems to vary in direct propor- tion to his distance away. Back in the room, set- ting her hair in those orange-juice-can-rollers, she can be serious, witty, sarcastic, but in bed asleep, shes a little girl again, holding her Rag- gedy Ann close as she dreams of. . . Anybody who can get super-thrilled over marshmallows in her hot chocolate cant be all bad-not even when shes a head waitress. Joyce will eat anything with nuts on iteno matter what it is or what it looks like. Though she doesn't think so, she's really a warm personeand those ever-changing gray-green eyes are her dead give-away. Joyce can make or fix anythinkfrom upholstering chairs to paper lollipops . . . Don't say it's impossible when Joyce is around. Her sense of humor is fantasticethere's nobody else who could read Moby Dick, laughing 99Wo of the time. By now almost everyone knows about her ticklish feeteand everyone stays away . . . but just from her feet. . .1 Kathy Coderoni loyce Dickens 116 English Si Buchanan English Kathy Taylor A discreet mixture of Literature, Latin and theology, tho sometimC-vaguenoss of a scholar lost in the leather-bound libraries of thought and the dreamy- eyed impression that she's holding a private seance with the past. The aura 01 yesterday, a subtle wit in constant touch with today and day-dreams of a dog- puppy named Heidi .. . poised be- tween sophisticated confidence and cas ual simplicity . . . taken all togelhvr, you have the warm contrasts of a Si. Classics Cynthia, who may sun herself in Virgo, but as the goddess of the dark side of the moon taccording to ancient Greekst finds that sign, the moon, that is, under the influence of Capricorn. Though a person who is in her ele- ment when tied to the earth, she often questions: In a world where all is water, who can tell when a goldfish weeps? Perhaps that should be left to her piscean friends . .Country corn flakes girl, always trying to keep abreast of the situation, except when she is walking behind Lindaerunning? Reality and people to her may be seen through this conversation between two stuffed animals: What is real?' asked the stuffed rabbit one day. The old Skin Horse, who was lying beside him in the nursery replied, I'Generally by the time you're real most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and you get very shabby, but these things don't matter at all, because once you're real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand Sue Towne Spanish Cindy Allen Religion Studies A Capricorn with gossamer blonde hair and puppy dog eyes. You can ask her anything about astrology and Tarot readings. She's been madly in love with Shakespeare for years. Her flowing lines of poetry reflect the fruits of sa- turine melancholy, romanticism and idealism. Walk softly through her sensitive mind; she carries the determination of Joan of Arc, the supernatural mystique of Poe. No matter what, remember who you areePatti. Linda is like a rainribbon embroidered in satin stars and velvet shadows tLibby . . . the shadow of his smilet. Her life is woven in mystic bands of time and memory. The somewhere of the rainbow is always here and now. . . a sun show every second. It is the rhythmic chant of the sea that so defines and intrigues her. t4 fish are better than 2i. Mutable and watery her piscean personality is laced with a sensitivity that overwhelms . . . if she lets you past the harsh veneer. A very righteous old lady . . . she is every man's motorcycle madonna, tatooing the world in yellow flowers. She embraces her friends with a subtle softness that is a feeling and not a mere touch. Black candles, black cats and black capes. . .She is the essence of magic. nda Patricia Psychology Patti Deiterick English Elissa Kurth Sociology ; Less than 250 words to sing on a windowsill or paint a window? buy black penny gum and a nickel on a hit or crackers on 250 words? Outrageous wouldn't get us as far as Shoenberger's or the Phi Psi house let alone New Orleans or Mill Valley not enough to tell of Spanish sleep-talking and a Nevada desert. Honed and frustrated lcry! Yi, yi, yi, yi! Mary Dolack Biology Muff is full of undeveloped potential which someone tJiml needs to pursue and show her its worth, because she doesn't see it yet. Just look at her sketches from painting class or listen to her sing as she plays UFive Hundred Miles'l on her guitar or take a walk with her along the Con at dusk, and youll see too. Come on, Muff; you won't ever be caught uwno one is. Leave your tightIy-ordered room, your weII-regulated world, and do something wild. You take life too seriously, but youlre learning. 120 Just when Deutsches Haus was going to reform and everyone become model students like Mary Dolack, Mary was finally converted tcorruptedh and, would you believe it?, started doing things like going off on an Outing Club trip the weekend before a microbiology written! Even worse, she's started to talk about taking off some semester and hiking the Appalachian Trail from Maine to Georgia. This from the girl who worked two summers on NSF research projects and consistently makes Dean's List! When things get so crowded that there isnlt enough time to practice piano and its hard to make room for Orchesis . you break out and reawaken your senses and perception to the living world you've been studying,- you begin to wonder about your direction, and become a more excited and exciting person in the quest. 1 Martha Ewalt Chemistry A petite purple bundle of energy and kindness is a pretty good way to describe Lynne Sehulster. Looking at her from another angle one could say that she's a lab stool that walks. Some people, including anyone whols ever tried unsuccessfully to find her in her room, will swear she spend more time in the Science Center than anywhere else in the world. But there are many other phases to Lynne's personality besides that of the bud- ding scientist. Lynne is one of these rare and special people who have music in their souls and mischief in their eyes. She can sing, hum, or whistle the light motifs from almost any Wagnerian opera, and she plays the organ as if she had been born with one under her fingers. She can tune a harpsichord or make a dress with equal skill, and she's never stingy with her time or tal- ents. Don't be alarmed if you should hear her making strange whistling or purring sounds as you pass her room. No, she hasn't flipped out, or at least, not com- pletely. Shels Simply talking to Noah. This Noah may not know how to build an ark, or anything else, for that matter, but Lynne will tell you he'll eat salad for forty days and forty nights non-stop! One keeps expecting Noah to ask his mischievous mistress, HHow long can you tred water, Ha, Ha, Ha,? Once upon a time, Yolande came to Wilson and she liked it so well that she decided to stayeautumn, winter, spring, and summer! It must have been those summersthatdid it. . . Now our quiet, reserved biochemist has taken a turn for the wartFtoads mushroom frorn the walls, bookshelves and all recesses of her private haven, and Yolande is hOppingephilosophically optimistic. Yolande McCurdy Biology 8i Chemistry :1 w Lynne Sehulster Biology Bette--the individualist, the artist, the nature lover. She's always in a lotus position and actually manages to study under the Sundial. Some wonder if her room maybe isn't an experiment to determine how much color the normal human eye can take. Most chipmunks and squirrels on campus if theyive been around know where they can get a good handouteBette, the Kaleidoscope. Bette Reyer Donna Landers German Susan H. Bunting Donna Landers is insane. She lost her mind at the beginning of our sophomore year, and welve been un- able to find it since. We've searched her room, emptied every beer can in sight iapproximately 600i, pushed buttons and pulled levers, but no solution has been found. We worry about her health; she seems so easily corruptible. We wonder what happened to her inner stamina. As we sit here discussing the issue, Donna is out burning that candle at both ends. She successfully covers up the quiet self which is her salvation. Because we have known her in her gentle moments and in her strong ones, we will defer putting her away. It would only mean taking her out again when we need her, and the latter outweighs her inevitable condition. Lauren Gordon When the leaves are falling and the snows and wind en- gulf Wilson, and you've just seen a nut WALKING, not run- ning, across campus in SHORTS, you've experienced Lauren. You can seldom tell she's there by listening for her because she prefers to sit back and enjoy everyone and ev- erything around her. To be sure she's there, you'd better look:for the train set in German House's living room, computer textbooks or a short-haired red-head hiking the Appalachian Trail. Lauren holds the honor of being the first person asleep on campus every night and the first person at breakfast in the morning-every morning. A member of the elite Creencastle Nine, shetIl shudder at the recollec- tion of the event and day that led to her membership. Once you get to know hereif you canethereis one thing youill discoverethat you'll never be sure you REALLY know her. But that's what makes it fun. It's nice to know that when you say you've been sleeping with Eeyore a lot lately someone know what you mean. It could mean that she has half a dozen Outing- Clubbers ready for a backpacking hike in Virginia and no transportation or twentyAfivewriggling, yelling Girl Scouts whose hay-ride just got rained out. Add these pre-occupa- tions to an already independent mind, and it's no wonder Sue Bunting often walks right by without realizing you're there. Talk to her sometime, though, by the water fountain in French House ten francais, bien sun; youtll find that she's read all those delightful, obscure childrenis books like Girl of the Limberlosl that you've read, too, and dreams about working for Gerald Durrell in his zoo in England. n t'Out of the night, when the full moon is bright . . . comes the High Priestess of the Cult of Horus. Cecy's the human dynamo behind das deutsche Haus or der deutsche Verein. She's always up for a great time tgood is just not good enought. Mutti schimpft echoes through German House as Mutter Courage descends, machine gun water- pistol in hand, to punish the English-speaking offender. The forbidding Arbeitsministerium sign on her door can't cover up a warmehearted, down-to-earth person who loves to extend her own particular brand of hospitality. Com- pletely honest, with herself as well as others, Cec lets you know where you stand. She's as demanding of others as she is of herself, certainly no less so. Dionysus, Dionysus, Rausch, Rausch, Rausch means rally around the most whirlwind experience you've ever let yourself in for. I23 Chemistry Cecily Heroy German We have finally come into our own at Wilson, knowing all the crinkles of a day, knowing the meal times so well we forget them, finding it easy to skip phone duty to go to the PO and stop in the Haven for an hour on the way back. We know Mrs. Peters well enough so that she doesn't bite our head off even when we want to cash a forty dollar check at five minutes past closing time. This year made the school ours, and the feeling is one of power, being able to do with the time whatever we please, cutting classes or choosing to go to them, spending hours in the dining room after everyone else has left, and thinking about rearranging the day to accomodate a trip out to Howard Johnsonls for supper. And then we remember the Mondays and Wednes- days that were nothing but grey slush, thinking with pleasure how we suffered and how we survived. There were the weekends that fell flat because the ride never materialized, and the endless February drip, which seemed enough to make us manic depressives. Ah, and can we go without mention of the dreaded all-nighter? Those calm spring nights in early May when at four-thirty in the morning there is not a dorm that doesnlt resound with the typewriter's pecking. Every year we avoid the event, and every semester there comes the time, the evening, the night, the dead of night, the early morning, and then sunrise. By noon the next day one feels heroic and martyred. What an accomplishment, all in the name of a professor. We were up in Thompson listening to Ten Tones practice, and wandered through the practice rooms counting the number of grand pianos that Wilson owns. There are ten. Ten grand pianos, five uprights, and three organs. Add seven pianos spread about the dorms and the number of keyboards on campus staggers us. Just think about it: we live in a communi- ty that isn't crowded, we can have a grand piano to play at almost any time tpeople must do this, since the music majors are forced to practice at three and four in the morningl and all we lack is a conservatory. It's rather a grand feeling as we sit in our double-as-a- single and look at the luxury items on our walls. 125 There are nights though, when it seems like a pyjama party, even though that image was supposed to have gone down with the fifties. Now we are just uninhib- ited, being innocent children again before we have to graduate to adulthood. By now our class has provided Wilson with the assets and talents we have to offer. We've been elected to CGA and we are housepresidents, we are heads of committees and we are the mainstays of most of the clubs. We have become fully incorporated with this institution. But look closely. Our class stands out. We know ourselves, and we wish to point out that we are not absorbed into a nameless sea of achievements. Realizing the sin of pride we try to be humble about our- selves, but sometimes the sheer joy of being overcomes us. We just have to crow. Noah Sehulster semeSter urban harr.leurg the I30 1st HARRISBURG URBAN SEMESTER: DIARY, FALL 1970 1st week: House hunting was quite an ex- perience. Lots of places wouldn't take college students. One day three possi- bilities fell through. Couldn't believe it. Finally ended up with two houses. Now that I think of it I dont know how we survived the ordeal. The first week we ate and slept at Kathy's apt. Really interestingeall those people living so Close togetherel wonder how long we could've kept it up. One night we went swimming in the Susquehanna. Had a good laugh, though everyone couldnit wait to get showers. That was a hassle. 13 people and one bathroomeveryone was patient. Am working in the adolescent unit of the hospital. The unit is the best staffed one in the hospital. Some of the kids are really messed up. Would like to read their case histories. Sept. 18. Two girls ran away from the unit last night. Turned themselves in at noon . . . no place to go. One of the girls did slash her wrists. I'm going to have access to the case histories and sit in on conference with social worker and family. Should be interesting. Sept. 21st. Leda the landlady came today. Finally signed the lease. At first she didn't want to sign because there was clauses included about her death and in case of fire. She said she was superstitious and that the lease was terrible,- it also made mention of her promises to fix the place up-she says her word is good and was insulted by the lease. However after half an hour of carrying on she signed and we paid. Its nice to know I have a place to eat and sleep for the next few months. Sept. 29 Was a busy weekend at the adolescent unit. Larry and Hank ran away. The 2 Shirleys slashed themselves a few times in the armehad to have stitches. But all were in high spirits today. Oct. 5. No runaways or attempted suicides today. Dull! Went to a group therapy session. It was interesting to see them react. Oct. 9. One of the girls, Tina, usually keeps to herself. Today we went for a hike, and she climbed a few trees and rolled down a hill. She said she had funeit was good to see her smiling and laughing. Gave me and probably the others a feeling of some kind of ac- complishment. Mary Ann Handsman ng'gigwgaof Honda? E253 Deaswba I970 1 Madam m ' I m Iuk-lhh gc'n W wg 3--h G. Sehlnnor Inc. New York 1: Stun- No. 5 - Printed in the U. S. A. 139 Tuesday Sun Days Charts of our lives together Collect and make piles in our minds' eyes While we remember brandy and candles celebrating tonight broken candy machines to rob and waltzing into midnight After four years move the night away pack the night up and save it for the lovers you will have, so today we can be all of us once more. Tuesday mornings choking with sun turn ten o'clock into afternoons, Stretching through open windows with words of balloons and parks and fading dreams floating out: Slants of sunshine just at three echoing bells at four thirty Fold the quiet night snow in the back of your mind away like November sweaters in June. All future is facing into a layer cake of grayed mornings, singing lunches and Tuesday sun days. Tuesday sun days so much life in four years of people halls and pencils. There are other lawns, other ducks Other neon arrows pointing ways, Other sign posts and more sunwashed walls, open windows and daffodils: The variations of the whole world Whose inheritence We are waiting to come into. Count the charts of our lives together Collecting in our minds with brandy and candles Celebrating Tuesday sun day. But now two magnolia trees drift blossoms Onto April noons. Having done 50 three times before this one is the last. The real for real last. Charlotte Elisabeth Gelzer I40 142 143 Sports and the Class of 1972 SPORTS . . . ah, we've finally reached the glory of the class of '72. Frequently called the 'ljock class behind our backs and lately even to our faces, we've ignored the intended cut, viewed it as a simple matter of sisterly jealously, and surged ever forward in our athletic pursuits. Why jealousy? Well, we've only won every class cup since those first faltering strides onto the hockey field the fall of our freshmen year. We haventt even lost a single game! Rah rah. So, call us jocks, but remember, we're undefeated, unsur- passed, unequaled and UNconceited. Okay, but look ahead, they caution us, senior year is approaching. Their concern touches us. Can we re- tain our undefeated status through four years here at Wilson? Can we indeed, we see no obvious conflicts. The Odds occasionally provide a challenge, and cer- tainly our little-sister class is to be admired, but really now. Oh, sure, it could happen. We could lose, and the world could end tomorrow, too. And naturally we're not oblivious to the fact that in intra-class com- petition all non '72 onlookers cheer the opposition. They want us to lose. Will we crack under the ever mounting tension?M Itis doubtful, but should the seemingly impossible occur in this, our last year to come, we can always sal- vage a bit of the old competitive pride with that tradi- tional senior class alibi: OLD AGE! 'kSee Con 1973. Is it any surprise, then, that 1972 is the mainstay of most AlI-Wilson teams twell, we've tried to be humble, but, honestly, it's such a burden to bearl? Alone, we wonder, in our more seIf-glorifying moments, how things will ever progress once welre gone. Certainly teams would fall apart right and lefteon we dream alas and alack, after the class of 1972, sports will be but a mere memory at Wilson College. OH, but then our bubble bursts and we note that the sun will still shine and birds will continue to sing even though we've come . . . and gone. Girls will still lament their many bruises, incurred by wandering hockey balls or wildly swinging sticks. Bodies will always be weary from bouting, bending and thrusting foils. Bouncing up and down basketball courts, flying across lacrosse fields, squinting into the sun on the tennis court-these things we begrudge no one. We only hope that those succeeding us receive half the sat- isfaction. 144 AUTOBIOG RAPHY OF A.L.M. Such Charm, such poise, such wit and humour, such beauty, such intelligence-added to the facts that this marvellous creature cannot hear or speak or write result in the unique person we have all come to love and appreciate. Who else in the school tyeFverily in the whole worldl can recite forwards and back- wards all the Presidents of the U.S., all the Books in the Bible, all the States alphabetically and according to date of admitance to the Union? Who else among Wilson Women tyea--among the whole of the fairer sexl ecstacically paralyzes with her singing, moves even the strongest soul to tears with her smile, and brings on a cataclysm with her steady gaze? She is the loveliest, most talented, cleanest and healthiest thing ever to have been changed from an ugly mushroom. Surely such a paragon of man's ideal should receive no less than the reverence and veneration of the en- tire world. Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deu- teronomy, Joshua, Judges, Ruth, '1 st and 2nd Samuel, tlst and 2nd Kings. . .tEd. Note: ad infinitumJ 146 One of the truly dull girls at Wilson is Bertha Bur- bank, indifferently know by her friend as Boboflunk. Founder of the Heinz Ketchup Klub, this human vinegar-puss adds lessto life at Wilson College than anyone we know tand we know everybodyt. Always punctual, always takes copious notes, always studies days and days before a written and always flunks. Boy, she makes you feel great in comparison. A really cold and worthless human being. 11. 12. 16. 17. 20. 21. 23. 24. 25. 26. 30. 31. 32. 34. 39. 41. 43. 44. 45. 46. 47. 48. 49. 52. 56. 57. 60. 61. 62. 64. 65. 66. 68. 71. 73. 9.954190 WRITE-UP RECOGNITION C ROSSWO RWACROSS Please, it's , not Alice. Class president, sophomore year. They call her the Hamburger. Her last name is Smith, but her first name is unusuaL Look for her love comics in the library under Civil Law. Once there was a turtle who lived by a lake; or spring birds, plural. She is possessed by black candles, cats and capes. . . the essence of magic. Therefore, Lat. A weekend past time burning 200 calories. And this Sue communicates through sockets. Peter Pan 5 crocodile. Not Mary Jane but Mary Lou She 5 little and in love with Michaelangelo' s David. 2. smoking in elevators, attics or the lobby in from of the diningroom, Bluebook page 38. Wilson was one of the first colleges to have this organization. Hot wheels and living on green grass, come and gone like a Extrasensory perception, ab. She gets more out of a piano other red head. The only girl with tea flowing through her veins; Sr. Head waitress. A comic strip, or Wilson's tall HoJo's represen- tative. Old Testament, ab. This is the Kathy who plays the piano. First one to breakfast every breakfast. on campus, or the Dean. , quite uncontrary, what gardens Lack? A market outside of C'burg, or the girl who could decorate an auditorium. The Sophie Tucker of the sweatshirt set. A pet not allowed in the dorms, so they say. In the fall, when the leaves fall, feels right in season. A lovely junior sport. les map mau! An expression indicating satisfactory. Tragoni's name spelled properly. If the world begs a Boone, grant it A terse laugh. Smee, hat and all. The highest status available at Wilson, thanks to Evolu., ab. Our competent, president. is a light than any Do your diplomatic twice class biochemist, philosophically 74. 77. 78. 79. 80. 83. 85. 88. 90. 92. 94. 95. 97. 99. 101. 102. 103. 104. 105. 106. 107. 109. 110. 111. 112. 113. 114. 115. 116. 117. PONPSHPNTl 10. 11. 13. 14. hoppIng. The girl who feeds squirrels all winter. , who may sun herself in diminuitive. Someday shelll rediscover Atlanta. Wilsonensis Collegii. Number of men on campus. Mortimer Snerd, or a Girl messkit. slams. Maureen, not as in OlHara, but as in Debby: quelle paradoxe! Big Red. Rrrrribittt! !! says Chris. Only Peg can prevent The cool redheaded jock. The clicker at the dining room door. She quotes from Paracelsus; or Channing. Dummy , or 1972 CAA officer. The old mare, or ICNAN whose color is not If it requires a skirt, She read Girl signs herself Alison possibly can. Schube, with the light brown hair. She is Noahts mistress. and Sullivan, or Terry. She didnlt know you of detergent per wash. Not the milky but Connie. Not to be confused with President James. Jackie, Bobby, Teddy, Jack, Ethel, but not Virgo; Scout without a fires. actress won't do it. of the Limberlost too, and to accomplish everything she dontt need a box A good Irish name for a fine arts Kathy. A diminuitive for the Con, or the 1972 Chair- man of Joint Regs. Rural and development. DOWN Passion, or what's left after eating a banana. The Cinny-bird comes out at noon. Not doubting Thomas, but Hey Baker! Yeah, ? Our venerated aunt She's the Sue with the mating grasshopper. A spelunker who shares a name with an oil company. We don't boast Marilyn Monroe, but we do boast of Marilyn. Sulli plus vehicle for moving. Zeus and Apollo were Greek Gods, and they had one earthly admirer. A town in Germany, also Debby Thomas. 15. 18. 19. 22. 27. 28. 29. 33. 35. 37. 39. 40. 41. 42. 44. 47. 49. 50. 51. 52. 53. 54. 55. 57. 58. 59. 63. 64. 67. 69. 70. 72. 75. 76. 81. 82. 83. 84. 87. 89. 91. 93. 95. 96. 98. 99. She is often seen in a gray felt hat chasing butterflies. , Maryls spouse, or the conference table athlete. Not Holly GoLightly, but Holly nonetheless. A privilege gained upon attaining majority. The girl who loves Billy Graham and is turned on by I'Elils Comin' The democrat and editor. Wilson's only diver. Her Honor is not the cakemaking company. She won't fit into 250 words, or she occasionally gets Dale's mail. Mutti Schimpft saves the day, the of the German House. Every hour on the tKimem hour strikes. HAnd when we die we're dead ! In the spring its the lacrosse field, but in fall it's the filed. Brigitte Campbell, alias She's headed for Pikes Peak. Part of ice skating apparel, or a bio major. She has a public office so now they can't throw her out! Alright, who dide? The chuckle that roared. The purple grape, possessive. To , a pastime often thought rudex during concerts and lectures. Her name's Brown, but her first name is also unusuaL The Great Female Cause. Far from twerpy we find Sociology, ab. The girl with Marlene Dietrichls fashion flare. Hdown by the seaside, siftin' sand, even little children love Oh that everyone could have a 2 tfirst and last namesL but why the hell can't she ever be on time? A type three goes on the record. She is small but she is mighty. A chronic: Wilson weather condition. A on the Green and beer enough for all. A syllable on cowboy songs. What we all wish we would marry. Forum. When sheep are lambing Patti's There once was a lovely young lady named Leigh And now, a word from our A Kathy not quite from Malaysia. Social Service Association, ab. A Wilson-ltalian artist who has a knack for sculpture. She4s the one who's graduating first of all. Heathcliffe! Heathcliffe! she called, across the To paint the red you'd have to hold her still first. Not Mary, but Jane. The test everyone has to pass to graduate. 148 100. 104. 105. 106. 107. 108. 110. 111. I think, therefore I You've heard of Peacenicks, well, this one'sa . The devil madee do it. A little girl with an Italian name and a German soul. The fox, or Janet with a passion for Russians. Ever so often the reluctant athlete hangs up her sneaks, but we know, we know. Assistant yearbook editor; Pennsyltuckian drawl . Oh it was simply dreadfulV A name resembling that of columnist Ann Answers on page 197. :--E'E'EE.::::. IIIIIIII E 35: IIIIIIE I II In IIIIIII IIIIIII I II I II III: I IIII II . IIiII IIII IIII E a I I II IIII II I x I I I IIIII I IIII IL IIIII : II I '25-: .' FL iiIIII I l Nmthtig 101741 My 1.1:? 10:35 NWWW t4: Oda'e, : '3 IN JkdhwaJbammwaZug? JWWWWw 7am?X$N?abawszAmdaw. 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The privileges acquired through familiarity and the anticipation of imminent graduation on a breezy spring day AFREEDOMA Accomplishment, pride, a diploma. WOUR TICKET TO THE WORLD Reckless abandon for responsibility must end ADAMM A man, love, marriage, new life. AMOVE OVER, BETTY CROCKERA To think we used to panic over a written AAND STILL SCREWED m SUCH A MOTLEY CREW LIKE COXEY'S ARMY WE'VE NEVER SEEN IN THIS JOINT! D. Gille, C. Ranck, K. Clarke, M. Minors, K. Vormstein, L. Coletta, S. Burton, K. Seitz. 156 C Chasion, L. Zarfos, S. Speer, S. Smith. L. Johnson, L. Woodruff, D. Parsons, L. Reed, L. Sargent, H. Yogi, K. Singh. S. Polivka, N. Kerivan, J. Warren, R. Filasetta, J. Brava, K. Schall, P. Spezza, C. Hammond. 157 L 33 s. Setta, B. Bird, L. Deitrick, D. Smith, M.L. Allen, Z. Green, J. Zwirek. D. Scesny, M. Altman, J. Brozdowski, C. Weaver, K- Schaeffer, A. Kirschner, J. Davis, N. Wells, W. Eberhardt, M. Morgan, R. Byers, D. Del- noce, M. Saltzman, M. Ruhl. L. Johnson, A. Thompson, S. Valuch, C. Warner, K. Kane, Z. Green, R. Klacik, J. Free, C. Erickson. 158 J. Jewitt, R. Campbell, C. Etzold, K. Shannon, C. Gray, L. Maxwell, M. Lydecker. 159 N. Sheppe, P. McCleary, 5. Strong, N. Rich, C. Atkins, F. Cibe, M. i x? Sophomore Class Officers: R. Roome, L. Roop, K. Stuppy, 5. Irving, F. Lang- ridge. J. Olsen, R. Alpert, M. Yost, 5. Stevens, C. Cox, K. Jaeckel, T. Gordon, K. Stuppy, S. Zimmer. S. Birden, A. Fagundus, M. Craven, M. Murphy, W. Watkins, B McLaughlin, P. Neveling, C. Coons. N. Willis, 5. Lare, P. Wilson, L. Lin. J. Mylecraine, S. Clark, J. Stever, R. Jackson, K. Olander, C. Fink, J. Reny, D. Swisher, A. Deane. 160 September saw the class of '73 return to Wilson and promptly decide they shouldn't have. The strange and contagious disease of taedium vitae overtook them all as they plodded through mixers and 200 level courses in carefully assumed states of lethargy. Oc- casionally they cast off their sophomoric condition to hunt up red balloons for freshman buddies, still a little dazed that they were in charge of hazing this time, and to cause an uproar in the May Court system. What we didn't dare try last year, they suddenly plunged into, and found themselves the proud wearers of pins and rings and other thingseand some of us in pieces on the ground. Rewcastlels senatorial t pursuits and visits to French house appendicitis victims also roused us out of our sophomore slump, and even the transfers turned out to declare majors. All of a sudden the whole unbelievable year was over, we came back to watch our big sisters graduate, and took deep breaths, surprised to find that it was going to be 1973 in only two years. M. Wikoff, P. S-zabo, C. Purcell, S. McNair, E. Roop. D. Mich, P. Taylor, K. Besch, S. Heinz, J. Dennean, S. Dickenson, C. Rossmassler, C. Scheller, L. Papiano T. Beck, C. Weaver, R. Roome, C. Sadler. R. Rude, 5. Winfrey, B. Shannon, A. McClure, L. Corso, C. Conbeer, K. Markley, P. Chin, C. Ely. B. Schultz, L. Bossart. P. Scott, J. Church, T. Tsai, C. Crissey, L. Buchanan, P. Newton, J. Webster, 5. Mather. 162 This freshman class dares where seniors used to tread on ptoe. Upper classmen feel somewhat disapproving their free se of Wilson's traditions, their abandon of normal conven- ons tfear of Bluebook tests, sign-outs and exams them- lvesi. Wilson, it seems, has opened nearly all the windows nd a breeze is rushing through. The stiff rules of the convent em to have relaxed into the frustrations of freedom and re- ponsibility. There go the freshmen without a confused, umble look, as though the explanations about Wilson Ways eed no longer be given; and the upper classmen may feel ghter, relieved of the need to give those explanations which ere always seIf-explanatory anyway. This freshman class stood up in senate, never carried purses round and rarely looked lost. A class altogether worthy of he greater trials and pleasures the next three years will bring. M. Herod, P. Rudy, S. Payne, S. Greico, D. Kopiec, B. Connor, D. Mowry, P. Smith, S. Heinbaugh, B. Zahlman. Freshman Class Officers: J. Hartline, B. Smith, M. Herod, S. Aiken. A. Evans, E. Dwyer, G. Cummings, E. Barr, R. Fox, B. Phillippi, C. Brown, M. Roberts, D. Bowman, H. Angle. R. Noel, S. Brown, N. Piwowar, D. Kalman, S. Cummins, 5. Mickey, P. Rudy. 164 J. Robertson, P. Welte, V. Grim, M. Starrs, S. Clark, P. Steffan, C. Fizz, D. Bostrum, S. Stier, W. Jenkins, S. Aiken. S. Davenport, V. Filippetta, D. Kopiec, N. Salwocki. K. Elrod, M. Warrington, S. Primm, S. Heverly, M. Hobbs, V. Baum. 5. Peterson, P. Darras, S. Heinbaugh, K. Berkich, D. Cramer, D. La Pointe. 166 P. Chupak, R. Clark, Y. Behrens, C. Campbell, J. Coen, C. Blackley, M. Stevenson, J. Matthews, C. Ramkey, M. Fogarty, C. Jacobs, K. Redmond. L. Dodd, S. Miller, W. Carnes, S. Cummins, B. Barker, K. Kelley, A. Paul, L. Gordon, L. DiStrasio, S. Rohloff. 167 M. Romberger, B. Shockey, C. Beardsley, C. Alton, A. Jones, J. Rabb, P. Potter, K. Siladi. I68 R. Gilmore, D. Multer, L. Schmaus, B. Elmore, C. Reid, R. Ruela, K. Aument. L. Gottshalk, W. Walker, E. Church, R. Boda, J. Hartline, J. Nil, S. Gunn, E. Smith, L. Krach. I70 V. Lawson, B. Rebok, B. Bergum, R. Paradise, N. Salwocki, M. Misanin, L. Gowan, P. Parsons. '72 174 activities Executive Council: 1st row: M. Rewcastle, J. Rush, A. Fagundus. 2nd row: Mr. Holzman, C. Erickson, W. Eberhardt, A. Thompson, D. Del- noce, M.L. Maxwell, D. Hamburg, P. Szabo. I76 VL, Billboard: 1st Row: J. Zwirek, C. Warner, R. Boda, L. Krach, A. Paul. 2nd row: N. Willis, K. Milholland, editor, A. Fagundus. 3rd row: 5. Dickenson, R. Rude, J. Cressler, S. Aiken, C. Sadler, S. Lare, J. Young, S. Faull. candle club: always token I78 token head token radical token traditionalist token catholic token black token straight token jew token brown token presbyterian Wilson Review: 1st Row: C. Gelzer, A. Allen, J. Brozdowski, 2nd row: a friend, M. Morgan, G. Bertsch, D. Scesny. Better Environment Force: 1st row: 5. Faull, E. Smith, K. Millholland, M. Young. 2nd row: S. Primm, L. Krach, R. Boda. Music Club: 15! row: M. Young, D. Lee, K. Coderoni, D. Flack. 2nd row: 5. Clark, M. Starrs, P. Taylor, J. Jewett. Classics Club: 1st row: S. Reibie, T. Gordon, S. Clark, B. Dixon. 2nd row: M. Lee, S. Junquist. Central May Day Committee: 1st row: C. Groff, K. Schaeffer, P. Urban, M. Bookhout, K. Malay. 2nd row: M. Ruhl, L. Day, K. Markley, L. Wilson. Social Committee: 1st row: S. Dickinson, D. Burton, N. Sheppe, J. Zwirek, D. Gille, M. Argondizza. 2nd row: K. Serdy, P. Newton, K. Jaekel, R. Fox, P. Darras, J. Reny, D. Smith. S.S.A.: 1st row: S. Miller, B. Dixon, P. Neveling, A. Eames, R. Warnick, J. Cressler, K. Siladi, J. Peel, K. Jaekal, Y. Behrens, A. Deane. 2nd row: K. Kelley, B. Moyer, M. Sachs, N. Piwowar, R. Jackson, K. Markley, S. Stevens, A. Paul, P. Ewing, P. Newton. 3rd row: S. Mickey, C. Ely, K. Phillips, 5. Simonsen, M. Baesman. Sam's Ganghthe arts and crafts ladies of Wilson who help kids make purple flowers and pieces of green cloth into great shapes. It is a serious and hardworking organiza- tion, 21 Wilson touch with Chambersburg, which is above all a needed thing. Hey arts and crafts lady! Whater we makini to- night? P.S.E.A.: 1st row: P. McCleary. 2nd row: K. Price, A. Deane, J. Zwirek, J. Rush, K. Serdy. 3rd row: K. Malay. Nerieds: 1st row: S. Zimmer, C. Cray, R. Jackson, L. Wilson, M. Argondizza, C. Cummings. 2nd Row: J. Olsen, R. Alpert, M. Starrs, S. Davis, 5. Shipley, K. Serdy, K. Stuppy. 3rd row: S. Primm, S. Speer, M. Wilson, K. Kane, B. Buzzi, L. Woodruff, R. Fox. The stage starts black, empty and the floor covered with leftover tape from countless previous produc- tions. Then the lights come up and actors in grubs move about the makeshift scenery, sitting on ladders for stairs, and walking around a vacant five square feet of piano. Meanwhile in a room in McElwain the candles burn through the night as Missy plots out the set. Graph paper, measurements, a dwindling budget, 2 x 4'5 and flats the wrong color: building rooms and houses from nails and bolts backstage. The stage itself takes slow shape, carefully guilt into the players, a chef d'oeuvre in its own right. The search for actors is never very long; there are some who do it all the time and some who suddenly burst on an audience from a year of anonymity. Being discovered is brief and glorious but a good portion of the makeup must get down deep enough for inspite of the double strain, they come back every production. The last night the stage lights glare on the chaos of the set-strike. Carpet tacks, flats, doors, stairs, pic- tures, ladders, chairs, cigarettes, glasses, silverware and the haddock that was really buttered bread are carried off and away by everyone who saw the project through. The extra time for KP was made into real time, while the rest of Wilson's demands went begging. The ac- complishment is equal to any sadness or relief at the end of a performance: we imagined and made and moved that set; people believed in its illusion, yet not quite in us. So we'll show them again, delight them again, and do it again. The last underling sweeps up the staples and closes the costume room. The platforms are gone to the storage barn, the stairs are repainted and back to normal; Barb turns out the lights and leaves the stage black and waiting, the floor with yet a few more stretches of tape. 186 Orchesis: L. Reed, F. Jennings, M.L. Allen, K. Singh, B. Baker, M.L. Cummings, P. Darras, T. Sponsler, T. Trangas, P. Forrest, M. Dolack, P. Verona, C. Pike, J. Sullivan, P. Sette, S. Allen, R. Roome, C. Feder. Another Practice, Another Bomb characters: 1. degenerate leadereRuth 6. nervous mish kid-Charlotte 2. Bonzo the bareback ridereBonnie 7. castratieCarol C. 3. torch singerv-Dianne 8. french froufrowSkip 4. Tandoleah Lipshitz-Carol T. 9. tone deaf business managereMissy 5. Belle Basquette Ball-Pat 10. vibrant vibratwKaren 11. innocent bystander-Wendy Walker Act I, Scene I, MacElwain Lounge Ruth: OK men, Let's get to work. Carol T: there was this travelling salesman. . . Missy: anybody want a sip? tfive girls rush for the coke canl Dianne: today I learned 6 and 7, but I'm still not sure how many 4 are. Carol C: when you wore a tulip, a big yellow tulip. . . Bonnie to Skip: Was that all he wore?. . . Ruth: Crissey, you're flat! Carol C: Ha! You're just jealous. Wendy: sing ll Fait Si Beau again . .. Charlotte: Ouch! I just pinched my lip in the jews harp. Ruth: Come on girls, let's sing. All: Roll me over in the clover, Roll me over in the clover, do it again Skip: All those neat frenchmen at the Sorbonne, wow, and all I can do in french is swear. Pat to Karen: I've been lip singing all year. . . Karen: do you think it's safe to sing at a mental hospital? Ruth: tslightly hystericall Sing, damn it. All: Roll me over in the clover, roll me over in the clover. . . Ruth: Do it again. Outing Club: M. Dolack, S.H. Bunting, Y. McCurdy, E. Dwyer, S. Cummins, S. Simonsen, K. Phillips, R. Noel. A.A.: 1st row: J. Maxcy, S. Smionsen, K. Phillips, L. Roop, J. Gorrell, P. Szabo, D. Flack, J. Sullivan. 2nd row: J. Hartline, M. Robins, S. Faull, R. Filasetta, K. Torpy, M. Buehler, M. Joseph. 3rd row: Connie Burgess, K. Kane, B. Barker, C. Warner, K. Shannon, T. Sponsler. 192 Yachting Club: 15! row: J. Warren, G. Reid, S. Sherman, D. Kilgus. 2nd row: K. Redmond, C. Etzold, L. Dis- tasio, M. Moore. I94 WP pwww Footnotes . Robins,Marg; Marg, when are you going to graduate from high school? Flack, Deb; If it requires a skirt, Flack won't do it. Burgess, Connie; Silly boy, people canit fly. . Buehler,Marlie; Hmmm . . . good legs. I wonder if she plays sports? . Davis, Sue; Have you ever been awakened by a husky, sexy, devas- tatingly womanly voice through a light socket? Pollock, Karen; Rumor had it that McEIwain was on fire, but it only turned out to be Red, flaming on the esplanade with her tambourine. Trout, Peggy; The party on her right. Trout, Peggy; Strong motherly instincts; kind to animals. Wilson, Leigh; She is small but she is mighty. Dickens, Joyce; The only human being with tea flowing through her veins. 196 IIIIIII'JEII EEIIII' I MEIII I IHIEIIg IEEIEII ERIE HMNE I II a I II I 2m mm I IIIIIIII mIIn ElIII IIIII J IEIEIIE III I iIEIIHEI ISBN W IHEHEa L um I I g pl'In-IIIHIIEII I E EHINII E Immm ' I nIIIIII-I- I I a HIMMI m Fallll H E inn FEEEIH E A I mm E Im hNEIIIEII-Il m Inmmn E I! h 35$ EEEIHIIE - N a ma .5 a EIEEI WIIDIEI InImI , Imumam Imlma I I I KEEIIIIII E E EENEEI E E EEEE L: i. $.31: Eta. .. 9 Walking back from phone duty we found Max sit- ting at the end of the hall, putting her 3-D art project together. She told us what colors she was going to paint the strips of cardboard, and we admired the imagination she had to forseeing something that at the moment was virtually unintelligible to us. She was quite brief in answering: this kind of existence was certainly short-lived, since there was no money to be had in being an artist now, much like any other oc- cupation. The big world coming up in May was going to turn into Skid Row after first floor MacElwain. Maybe the semi-convent life isn't so bad. We had dinner tonight with an alumnae who had always seemed the epitome of anti-Wilson, and she has turned coat. Perhaps we are more intelligent and more sheltered than we realize. She found graduating to the world a graduation to mediocrity, and the new pressures don't deliver the results that papers and exams did. We have thought about transferring to American University or to Maryland; a lot of our class did transfer and it was probably laziness that kept us here. But are they going to get any more out of the world than we are? Is life really dependent upon what you put in effort? Shall we have a deeper under- standing of people though Shakespeare's eyes? Will classes without benefit of male opinion jeopardize our grasp of situations outside of this college? Why do we ask these questions which can only be answered with future experience? 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