Worcester State University - Oak Leaf Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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CLASS SONG State Teachers College, we give thanks to thee, hor all the things you gave us, in four years of inemories — Friendships and learnings, faith and hope and truth You ' ve added many things of worth to our youth. As we go forward into parts unknown We ' ll keep forever trying to keep our .standards high In this our song we bid thee fond farewell And know you will in future years hold courage still. Louisr-: Ti;mfi.i-;

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Ad d r ess Today we step undaunted from the portals of this college into the world of tomorrow. As is typical of the future, it is a world filled with uncertainties; but we have hopes and ideals for it, formulated from the educational and cultural backgrounds which you, our parents, teachers, and classmates have given us during our four years here — years filled with joy, laughter, and learning — for which we are deeply grateful. Our joy today is somewhat dimmed, for it means this is the last time we shall meet as the chess of ' 45 ; and it terminates many happy events whose memories we shall cherish always. This ivy, destined to grow upward, is symbolic of our hope for the future — that we, too, may .soar to the greatest possible heights.

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Class H I s t o r y Sitting in the warm sun of a lazy pril morn, I watched the sunbeams as they danced upon the new blades of grass and the green leaves of the flowers. Spring had just arrived, and I noticed the buds of the apple tree. Their youthful be aut)’ recalled to me the day when we, the Class of ’4S. entered the portals of State Teachers College at X orcester. Like the bud, we were green and the surround- ings overwhelmed us; but our influence became noted as the days went by. I remember when I was a freshman, the days when we had fort)’-seven members in our class . . . the Freshman exams . . . the Freshman dance and A1 and the balloons . . . the superb assembly. Our Gay Nineties Review . . . the everready car and camera of Eli and Fred . . . the dressing of Christmas dolls . . . the sinking dread of exams . . . the advent of George Green . . . our First-Aid classes when students and facult)- were all in the same class . . . the hot dog roast by the pond . . . our modern dancing class . . . the leaving, of Dotty Cantwell, Pat Gloster, Bett)’ Spongberg, and Alice Slein . . . and our freshman year was gone.