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

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list were v ])ecch, with Regina Expounding on Geo-politik, star gazing with Miss Dean, and the aetit)ii that took plaee when it was our turn to l)e ehwer and dependahle in taekling the prohleins of the Seholar- shij) lea and the May Danee, hoth of whieh oeeurred on the same day. Confu- sion did reign for a time, hut our ingenuity surmounted all. Vi e made fast work of elearing the hall in hueket-hrigade fashion; hut instead of buckets it was chairs, tables, screens, stands, and what-have-you that we passed along out the fire escape. f)f course, the problem of making a throne before the flowers wilted was a mere trifle. Bv seven o’clock all was serene in the hall as we dashed out to try to gather our eom- ])osure before the escorts of the evening appeared upon the scene. A super dance resulted, such as only the Class of ' 46 could produce. Again the time chart read, “This year is fast fieeting, and your second year is about to close.” This year had many hap- py, laughing hours as well as many trials and trihidations. e loved it, and we hated to see it close. By the time we were juniors, Ruth Laur- ell, Barbara Conway, Regina Lahenski, Florence Krajewski, Kay Murphy, Ethel Durrie, and Florence Streeter had all taken different j)aths and were no longer part of the Class of ’46. ow as juniors, we had to become more “dignified” as we approached the next to the last year on our journey through col- lege. We soon began work on the Junior Prom, an occasion which brought forth Ruthie and her flit gun with its fire pre- ventive fluid to he spraye l on every ar- ticle used. Without Boh we could not have had the dance, for it was his back-breaking efforts that [trf)vided the mixture for the flit gun. Barbara was crowned our (pieen mirlst the glimmer of the sparkling lights from the gaily-trimmed Christmas tree. The first trip to North Conway brought wonderful recommendations for a return trip. I’his year, the Elementaries took uj) the ])rofession with enthusiasm, and the Sec- omlaries wondered how ' they did it. Prob- lem children, observations made possible by the “Green Bullet.” and the reunions on Fridays were all part of a fast-fleeting year that ended all too soon. I he day of days — onr Senior Day. Nov- ember 9th, came in a year that brought the end of the war which had dominated our lives since our Freshman days. In a day of peace we donned our caps and gowns, impersonated the faculty, sang our class song, which was written by Barbara Straw ' , and entered our senior year with lighter hearts. The Secondaries were to have their try at the classroom from the other side of the desk. They tried, succeeded, and found less difficulty than they had anticipated. The memories of the senior year bring these snatches . . . the All College Tea . . . Dr. Averill’s and Air. Osborne’s portrayal of Romeo and Juliet . . . Student Council revision . . . the New York Conference . . . veteran’s enrollment . . . “G” groups . . . Dr. Farnsworth and Economics . . . the Post Office Unit ... a long Christmas va- cation I the poor Secondaries) . . . dances . . . a fifteen-hour trij) to North Conway . . . Dr. Shaw ’s return . . . Spring’s approach . . . the first Parent-Student tea . . . our Alay Queen and her attendants . . . the re- birth of the Senior Prom . . . Commence- ment as a Sunday event . . . our DEGREES and cherished thoughts of four years to- gether as the Class of 1946. To evaluate for each classmate all those glorious days is too personal a task; so, at this point, I turn over to each and every meml)er of the Class of 1946 your Class History. Draw from it vour own memor- ies and evaluations of four years at Wor- cester State Teachers College. Hester L. Hanley, Class Historian

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There conies a time in the life of each individual when he feels the urge of paus- ing for a nioincnt to consider his aceoni- plishinents in the past and to evaluate them. Such a time has come for us. through our historv ' I shall review four glorious years of hard work, their reward, and all the fun that went with them. History, according to some of its stud- ents, it a systematic and exact account of events. Such an account would not be possible for our illustrious class, active in so many diversified events and versatile in countless worth-while endeavors. We had a heginning as all things do. It was in Septemher, 1942, that this extra- ordinary group of fellows and girls was organized as the Class of 1946. Our en- trance to .S.T.C., placed in its halls a dazed and bewildered variety of students from diverse sections of the state. This stage of development did not last long, hut how ' could it with so many things to accomplish? There was the getting ac- quainted with fellow-classmates, faculty, and the unending mass of upperclassmen, plus the election of our first class officers, Maureen, Florence, Kay, Hester, and Den- ise. Then the seemingly never-to-be-sur- rnounted freshman subjects. World His- tory, Biology, and World Affairs were al- ways present. After our orientation, we stepped forth and presented our first assembly, a novel version of Pocahontas, wdth Mary Connors’ red hair coming in handy as the sun. Mid- years were soon upon us; we survived, and went out to a vacation with lighter hearts. Our first dance was a repeat on our or- iginality and zeal for we initiated a Saddle Shoe Dance, an extravaganza on the dance floor with its Below-Normal School, coke bar, suitcases, and an enormous pair of cardboard saddle shoes skillfully created by “Scottie.” It was in this year that we developed our athletic habits through the daily mara- thon from one class to another, as well as by an occasional dash to the library. This training persisted, and we have had stars for four years both in the field and on the courts. In due time, spring was in the air, soft- hall was in play, and the first year of col- lege life was drawing to a close. Before it was over, however, we had to struggle through final exams, before we got our first view ' of commencement. It was then that we wondered if we would ever see our day of graduation or if we, too, would take up other endeavors as did Ann Brady, June Gray, Eleanor Johnson, Janice Hale, Jackie McGeary, Melva Norton, Barbara Smyth, Betty Speckman, Denise Tasse, A1 ice Trainor, A1 Atkocius, and George Laird. At last we were Sophomores. Those summer months were just enough to change us from lowly freshmen to part of the upper cru.st, the up{)erclassmen. Up- perclassmen we were, hut at times we felt a hit low-down while struggling through Physical Science and (Government courses. Do you remember hut how could you forget — the events of this year! ! ! “Fun on a Bus,” this year’s assembly, topped the list with Mary Reeves, Barbara, Boh, and Emmett as our “darkies.” On the same

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Seniors all have trod the way of learning, apprenticeship, lonnging, and play.