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

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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.

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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.

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C I a s s Will If r. t u‘ class of 19-15 of the State Teachers College at If orces- ter. Massacliits ‘tts. being of sound mind and body, but hnoning the uncertainty of life, do hereby declare the statements re- corded in this document to be our last icill and testament, thereby rendering void all other statements or icills contrived. After the payment of our just debts, ive be jueath our property in the folloiving manner: To President Carpenter and the entire faculty we give our sincere gratitude for the cooperation, guidance, and help given to us during our four years at S. T. C. To Miss O Donnell, our adviser, we express our deepest appreciation for her untiring service to the class. To the Junior Class we leave the responsibilities and pleasures which go with being Seniors. To the Sophomore Class we leave the space in the lounge formerly occupied by the Class of ' 45. ( ' K ' e are convinced the Class of ' 4 ' will carry on our traditions of haunting the lounge.) To the Freshman Class we extend our congratulations for remaining in school during times when positions are so plentiful. Individuals of the class bequeath the following: Maureen Cove leaves her enthusiasm for Newman Club activities to Mr. Fink. Lorraine Dunn leaves her 4-F rating to those who find modern dance on the gym program. Eva Frasier leaves her secret of how to win friends and catch a man to hopeful underclassmen. Claire George leaves her squeak to the sound effects department of the Dramatic Club. Margaret Halley leaves her gracious manner and efficiency to Joan Smith. Dorothy Holden leaves twenty volumes entitled My Dreams ’ to the library. (Dotty ' s dreams are far more interesting than fiction.) Betty Holm leaves her artistic talent to students taking art activities. Marie Kenary leaves her naiveness to the future physics classes. Betty Kennedy leaves her unusual paper mache snake to the Natural History Museum. Janet Marsh leaves her information and dreams of Alaska to certain prospective Seniors. Virginia Palmer leaves her sudden interest in basketball to the Freshmen. Martha Russin leaves her suite of lockers to the incoming Freshmen; they will find a complete wardrobe there. Alice Syverson leaves her intelligence to the students in the library. Maybe they will find the way to the lounge, too. Louise Temple leaves her deck of cards and the secret of making her bid to the Sophomores. Celestine Terroy leaves her literary qualities to future Senior Elementaries. Eleanor VC ' entworth leaves her musical ability to Barbara Straw. Last, but by no means least, we leave the tales of our New York trip in the hope that they will spread so much zeal that other classes will plan trips in the future. In icitness whereof . we set our name this seventh day of June, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hutulred and forty- five. I ' he Class ok 194. ' )