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

Page 32 text:

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.

Page 31 text:

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-;

Page 33 text:

The bud has peeked from the green covering and I recall when I was a sophomore. I remember us as those advanced sophomore sisters and our feeling of importance as we escorted the newcom- ing freshman around . . . the moron jokes . . . when we used green ink on St. Patrick’s Day for Dr. Winslow ' s test . . . that Uncle Sam called our men, Leo, Eli, Fred, and Al, to help him win the war . . . that Susan Marshall, Annette Ducharme, and Charlotte Cutler got their M.R.S. degrees . . . Judy and Lillian, like Alice Slein, chose the peace- ful and religious life of a novice . . . the arriving of the bridge enthusiasts Louise and Lee . . . Fri- day night . . . Martha’s and Betty’s sitting in the rotunda selling war stamps . . . the exquisite floral decorations of the May Dance. The bud has edged its way out and I now call to mind my junior year. I remember our loneli- ness w ' hen sixteen of our class left for other ports ; but what we lacked in quantity we had in quality — ’’ethnocentrism” as Mr. Jones would say. Betty’s dough-raised snake and tears run- ning down Miss Shaw’s cheeks . . . the dance of the year, our Junior Prom, and Alice as our majestic Queen . . . Kappa Delta Pi honoring Janet, Virginia, and Alice . . . most of all I re- member our apprenticeship and those h ' riday sto- ries of the lounge . . . the secondaries all alone and ' lonely and singing I Walk Alone.” Now the blossom has reached its full bloom and I remember when I was a senior. I remember Eva’s proudly displaying her diamond to us, her envious pals . . . the donning of caps and gowns . . . our knees doing the Conga as we marched down the aisle . . . Dr. Farnsworth’s economic class . . . seeing green everywhere on Senior Day . . . our trip to Worcester State Hospital with Dr. Averill . . . Miss Scribner’s nature class . . . the un- chaperoned New York trip . . . when Betty Holm received her diamond and one-eighth of the class was engaged . . . the skiless mountain trip . . . Virginia Palmer as our May Queen attended by Alice Syverson and Margaret Halley . . . the proofs for our yearbook . . . Superintendents and contracts . . . Class Day . . . Commencement. Just as the blossom precedes the fruit, so our college days have prepared us for a full, challeng- ing, and serviceable life.