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

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time the girls smoker became co-ed? These other memories, too, persist . . . Hymn 1 09 . . . Senior table in the cat . . . spaghetti and meatballs . . . move your car ... professional fitness . . . form follows function . . . four flights to the library . . . Arabella Tucker . . . the wide green earth . . . Christmas in the rotunda. Our lives now took on a quickening pace and we were engulfed in class write-ups, smiles for the photographer, rewrites, retakes, interviews and contracts, all of which brought us to mid-term and the renewed feeling of togetherness in our class. March meant to us a long conference weekend in New York. Group singing, Times Square, the Automat, tired feet, Broadway plays, Macy ' s, school visits, panel discussions with other college delegates — these are the impressions that linger of that occasion. In our honor the Sophomores planned a prom, the theme of which was I ' ll Remember April. For us as Seniors it had a special significance and seemed to be closely succeeded by our own dinner dance at the fashionable Blue Hills Country Club. Too soon the three most meaningful occasions of our college life were before us, Class Day, Baccalaureate, and Graduation. To enjoy, yet to be sad, to desire days gone by, yet cherish the here-and-now were reactions each student felt but could not adequately express. These enumerated events have made our history, the story of the Class of 58, a story that is unfinished, for its satisfactory fulfillment lies in the challenging future and in the hands of God. Ann Garrity Dominick McGrail Lois Wennersfrand 12

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This was the Sophomore Testing Program. It tested not only our knowledge, but our endurance. January brought with it the lancer versus building controversy, and we felt we were taking a giant step forward in ordering our class rings. The Sophomore prom, the final exams, and the class picnic drew the year quickly to a close. There was, however, one consolation — we were now upperclassmen. It was our Junior year; how could it be otherwise? The words flannel board were in the air. Unsuspecting lumber men and those who sold flannel soon were enlightened when we explained the reason for our purchases. In spite of frowned foreheads and hammered thumbs, nearly everyone was extremely proud of his workmanship, that is to say, in most cases, of his father ' s workmanship. Pitch pipes, units, painted clothespins, registers, and the beloved Burton were our tools of learning that year; each of these brings its own memories. While the elementa- ries were cramming their heads with professional terms such as motivation and individual differences, the secondaries, with their new scientific learning, were knowingly discussing the aspects of climatology and physiography. Although we may have been divided in our studies, we were strongly united on the most important evening of the year, November sixteenth, the date of the Junior prom, the theme of which was Queen For a Knight. The most dazzling day in our lives was January twenty-fifth. Class rings had arrived! The wearing of them bolstered our - morale, for they symbolized part of our achievement and brought us one step nearer graduation. Practice teaching loomed ahead for many of us, and Dr. Foster gave unstint- ingly of her time in order to place us in favorable situations. Do you recall that first frightening morning when we stood before the principal of our assigned school and introduced ourselves? For the elementaries, high heels, ties, pressed suits, lesson plans, frazzled nerves, and supervisors were part of the accepted order. For the secondaries it was a time of additional study. With the National Teacher Examination successfully passed, measurements for cap and gown taken, and Cook ' s Canyon toured from one rugged end to the other, the academic year was crowding to a close. The long awaited hope of an additional building became a reality with the breaking of ground for its construction. The old order was yielding place to new. We were disappointed somewhat in the knowledge that we would not see its comple- tion or make use of its facilities; we felt, nevertheless, that the close student body ties which were a natural result of association under one roof were ours and could never be completely recaptured by succeeding classes. Each day a shadow onward cast Which made us wish it yet might last— That time long past. It was Senior year! The first outward sign of our newly-gained status was evidenced in the seating arrangement in assembly. By tradition, the coveted balcony was ours. On October eleventh the dignified Pomp and Circumstance played for us on the occasion of our Senior Tea and the donning of our caps and gowns for the first time. The secondaries had taken their leave to do practice teaching; the elementaries remained to go in search of leaves of another nature. Remember the parking problem that attracted college and city attention, and the

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1958 We, the Class of 1958, being absolutely sound of mind, memory, and manners, and in possession of all other faculties required by law, do hereby organize this, our final compilation of legal data. Ready as we stand to face a new life, we leave this last will and testament as a permanent record of our extremely illustrious and in- dustrious class. We do hereby bequeath to faculty and underclassmen the following of our most cherished possessions: To President Eugene A. Sullivan we leave our sincere appreciation for his able assistance in guiding us toward acquiring our academic and social goals. To Dr. Walter P. Busam we leave our heartfelt thanks for the many hours spent in our behalf. To Miss Kathryn R. O ' Donnell we leave our grateful thoughts of her diligent aid in making our yearbook possible. To Mr. Achille A. Joyal and to Dr. Joseph A. Shea we will a variety of interesting cases of ambiverts, extroverts, and introverts for future reference. Jim Murphy leaves his faculty parking space for his bus to any Junior desiring to attend a 9: 1 5 class. Jack Carey leaves his course in driving to most of the faculty. Rosemary Carroll, Carol Bibber, Betty Belanger, and Kay Bergstrom leave with the hope that the new building will have a bigger and better lounge. John Bullard wills his shot-gun and snowshoes to any sturdy patron of the Barre woods. Anne Dunphy and Connie Doherty leave their characteristic ability to blush under any circumstances. Theresa Dowgielewicz leaves her prayers for all those who might need them. Harry Beane leaves with a trail blazed from Blackstone. Noreen Arnberg leaves the keys to her trusty Henry J. Marie Meloche, Joan Guibord, Patricia Nelson, and Dorothy Lambert leave a new deck of cards for use only in the cafeteria. Lenore Lopriore, her original recipe for spaghetti and meatballs to Mrs. Whitney. Ben DeVries, a gold-tipped swagger stick for all aspiring Marines. 13