Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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juniors were tendered pledgeship, and thereafter were seen with their various ribbons, slugs, badges and bents. In December, twenty-one seniors received notice that they had been elected to membership in Who’s Who among Students in American Colleges and Univer¬ sities”. This was the largest group of seniors at Tech ever to be honored by membership in Who’s Who. Each year the Masque presents two portions of Duve drives. dramatic fare, an e ntree in the fall and the main course in the spring, on J.P. Weekend. This year the entree was Twelve Angry Men”, which was presented on the 19th of November to a packed house in Alden Mem¬ orial. As anticipated, the young thespians did a splendid job in their suspenseful portrayal of deadlocked jury. Come we now to the weekend of December 5, 6, and 7. At about this time every year, whilst the thoughts Fred fires. The faculty skit. 14

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Old and new But, George, it’s the handball court. To sleep, perchance to dream . . . ” Tech’s varsity roster. Possibly the best Wednesday morning assembly in many years was that of October 29, when Tech was honored to have General Carlos P. Romulo as the guest speaker. General Romulo, formerly the president of the General Assembly of the United Nations, and presently the Philippine ambassador to the United States, spoke about the United Nations, its shortcomings, and how it might be made of more use. A man small in physical stature, General Romulo’s talk exhibited the wit, ver¬ satility, and vast knowledge which have raised him to a high position in world diplomacy. As is their custom, the honor societies held their fall pledgings in the fall. If they held winter pledgings, it would naturally follow that they would hold them in the winter. Anyway, a number of deserving seniors and Kavemen.

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Somebody down there likes me. One for my baby . . . O Great White Father . . of young children are focused on Old St. Nick, and the nose-drop manufacturers are enjoying record sales, and Gump Worsley is back on tranquillizers again, the tor¬ tured Tech student, having trudged through the searing desert of the Institute, sees ahead of him an oasis where he can drink his fill. Yes, it’s the I.F. Weekend, and he usually does. This year the I.F. Council outdid them¬ selves to make their affair a success, and they certainly succeeded. Morg Whitney was general chairman of the dance, the offical name of which was the Tann- enbaum Ball”. Alden Memorial was tastefully strewn with Douglas Firs and Sequoias (along with the more conventional pines and spruces), through whose boughs floated the smooth sounds of the Ralph Stuart Orchestra. Following the society-band trend of the past years, in which we saw Lester Lanin and Harry Marchard, this year’s band led by Ralph Stuart was no disappoint¬ ment. Also on hand were the Dissipated Eight”, an octet from Middlebury College, who provided inter¬ mission entertainment for the dancers. The rest of the I.F. Weekend was spent in various ways, all of which no doubt were very enjoyable and pleasant. Each social club on campus had its little agenda, to which spontaneous additions were made by the individual members as they saw fit. Ah, yes, a good time was had by all. Following the Christmas recess, the happy Tech students returned to prep for final exams. But before they could really begin — lo! Look what was upon them