Yale University - Sheffield Scientific School Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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38 CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. l joyed, at least technically, unlimited cuts. We were bafiled guinea pigs living in a baHied college world, and with the mass inertia we were violently opposed to any change. Finally we gave it all up, unpacked, and bought an ash tray. All resolutions towards hard study bowed down under the tremendous weight of the football season and a run of exceptional Qwe commit ourselves - a not as to the manner of their excep- tionalnessj movies of the post-colossal era in Hollywood. Gundelfinger, in his own, clear, paranoiac way, prepared us for the pigskin program with a brace of earth-shattering pamphlets. Rosey appeared in a new, and by that we mean different, pork-pie hat. The Depression, under the careful tutelage of Messrs. Roosevelt, et al., had successfully stricken money from home a death blow, and we wandered, almost barefoot, in Rogerian palaces, which Alexander Woollcott had not yet deigned to notice. When we gaze in retrospect upon the football season, we wonder why, and more particularly how, we bought our season tickets and scraped up carfare to the Bowl. We never worried about getting Ash zmy. back, placing our faith in magic carpets and the genii of an alumni bottle. The Eli present was still the offspring of the Eli past and Qolfi- cialdom au contrairej the parent of the Eli future. Together we stand, divided we sprawl. We were far from optimistic about our football season, but the A.A. had buttered our bread and we were go- ing to lie in it. We Football spirit. cooled our youthful The new approach.

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IUNIOR YEAR E arrived, put off unpacking until next week, scattered a few hellos and good summers about, drank beer in George and Harry,s, enlarged on the good summers, and tried out our new bed. Since one year's experience had not aided the New Haven brewerls technique nor that of the Greek bartenders, we registered with the customary dignity and hangover on the morrow. We pause to ponder over the fact that Sheff is such a nice place to get back to after vacation and such a nice place to leave after a few weeks of study. The weather, as usual, was not weather, but something else. Also those favored people in charge of our mental advancement had decided to stiffen up the gut courses this year, and we were caught holding the short end of the stick. Most of us now became non-resident members of colleges and parted our hair so we could squeeze under the Gothic arches. We journeyed over to Ac at mealtimes and, incidentally, tried futilely and often to find out how the other half lived. fln Ac they would call that a split infinitivej After being exposed to vulcanized Scotch meat balls and salad lettuce, which, it was rumored, grew under Dr. Havemeyer's front porch, we sighed and dreamed of the old U Club. Engineering was now a separate school whose members en-

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IUNIOR YEAR 39 ardors Qpoetic licensej on the cement seats of the Yale Bowl and watched Yale lose a moral victory to Maine by winning 14-7. lnauspicious we B B called it, but not lam- entable. It has not yet been established whether or not Rudy Vallee was present to hear the Stein Song properly played, but he certainly could have assisted the cheer leaders in their oiiicial l crooning. Again we ask, and always more T feebly, why do the Democrats only receive federal relief, and why must all cheer lead- ers be Y men? We feel that cheer-leading is a business and no mere avocation. The bandleader is not chosen because he can traverse the hundred in ten flat in full re- galia. On October I4 we again attempted to warm those cold cement seats with our own flickering animal heat and gave up to the superior equations of heat mechanics. The team, however, was warm enough to sub- The Grand Duke. due a supposedly strong Washington and Lee aggregation by a fourteen-to-goose-egg score, to the ultimate disgust of those Southern gen- tlemen. The grand stand quar- terbacks pricked up their ears and were seen to smile openly y when relative team strengths were compared. Then the Brown Bear tumbled into town and all over the Bulldog. When the marching was over, the Bear returned to Providence licking his chops over a I4-6 victory. Vituperation, excuses, Mort Riley. apologies, and its settled into Our idea.