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

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48 CLASS OF NINETEEN TI-IIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. more to launch us into a rambling discussion of the when, where, who, and how nice of the summer months. In our delirious cogi- tations, we gave much serious thought to the absent Iacks,,- Creighton and Clem- ens. It turned out that Ournfw domicile. during the vacation these Hloversl' said, UI do,', and did-joined the ranks of those who beg on bended knees. As the first session gradually broke up, the dough-lousey among us, Seniors now, trekked over to renew their contracts with the Sheff Garage. Others just drifted, ex- hausted from the labors of the first day. Indeed, night found us once again in the swing of the old grind. On the morrow classes, eight dclocks for many of the unfortunate. These G0l.71g MP. were a bit novel at first, with no assignments 5 but the day was soon to come when we would be quite used to them. An afternoon excur- sion to the practice field revealed the newly- instituted Ducky Pond-Greasy Neale duet pounding the fundamentals into the Eli warriors. The spirit prevailing over the squad was one of do or die, and, with the suicide schedule ahead and Columbia's Rose Bowl champions as a starter, it' appeared that there was plenty to be done. Ten days of workouts on the converted' cornheld at Gales Ferry had considerably lowered the pitch of the Bulldogls growl. Combs, Callan, C Loafers. ' and DeAngelis were on the squad,s roster.

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SENIOR YEAR EPTEMBER twenty-fourth was the day. From over the farthest hill we heard her call, Mother Yale. We left our playthings, our jobs, said good-bye to our summer moorings, our families-con- verged upon New Haven. Seniors now, we came to write the last chapter of our undergraduate life. We found New Haven much as we had left it. The battle of the New Yale had moved nearer the Sheff half of the campus where Timothy Dwight College slowly emerged from a brick pile. A walk down the new cross-campus through twin-Berkeley rewarded us with our first real view of the Library. Strange faces appeared in Sachem, Colony, and Cloister windows, and a trip down Wall Street revealed a new dining room at George and Harry'sg but everything else was about the same. Schedules which we had previously selected suddenly turned up at chats with our various departmental oflicers. Despite the fact that we had chosen every course with an eye towards rounding out the rough spots in our cerebral make-up, many of us found that some tough ones had slipped in here and there. Such a predicament de- manded hashing, so the meeting was adjourned to G. and H.'s. Here we found sufficient beer to drown our academic worries and enough

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SENIOR YEAR 49 In the course of an evening it behooved us to spread the good word to the young things we had observed parading about the campus-the future sons of Eli. According to tradition, the year- lings massed on the old campus where they were herded into a line of march by Ya men with torches. Counting up to thirty-eight, the Freshmen followed the Yale Band to Woolsey Hall. Here, Marty Donahoe swallowed the three lumps in his throat and proceeded to introduce the speakers of the eve- ning. An address by President An- gell climaxed the alfair. It came about that Coach Kanaly called the fall track season to or- der, with, It is hoped that Charlie Playing around. Dunbar, star hurdler of last yearls University team, will say a few words concerning the track seasonf' One might have observed Flying W. Edge Smith, zz Short, Cannibal Combs, and Lancer Loud watching the pearls of wis- dom drop from Elmerls hatch QElmer, a Corinthian Yacheteer, al- ways calls it hatchj. Came the Senior picture and the unearthing of several strange physiognomies, which upon the momentous occasion snuck out from their lean-tos, or spook-like, rose from their secret haunts in the mysterious caverns of SheHtown's underworld. Everybody smiledg and a grand time was had by all. Dawned at last the long awaited day when the new coaching system would clash with the first obstacle on the suicide schedule, Colum- bia's Rose Bowl champions. It rained, and the light blue beat the dark blue, 12-6, but we were left with something to think over. An extraor- dinary change in the Yale offensive strategy was the appearance of a potential passing attack. High lights of the game included strange phan- toms in the persons of three hundred visiting Italian students. The kaleidoscopic colors of these young Fascists' long-visored headgear lent Rfpfffenrfd 572617. a fantastic atmosphere to the rain-drenched