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

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54 CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. Down went Harzfard. of the season, was greatly handicapped by the absence of Roscoe, ace passer. Going back to town on the street cars, we were probably more annoyed by the pseudo-Southern af-liliations of the natives than amused by the prevalence of genuine Southern drawl and corn. During the week many of us, rather than observe cocktail hour, sought diversion in other channels. Our plant scientists thought about concocting a root potion and pre- paring a paper for the edification of Livingston in his ivy planting on Class Day. Those of McDonough,s Clan had fun balancing their check books. The Saxonians among us were out pros- pecting for graves. Our engineers and chemists got together to determine what it was that gave such a kick to the slide rule cocktail. Indeed, We were all very busy. At 9:30 of a certain Friday morning the Yale Band was playing Down The Field While twenty-nine grim-faced Eli Warriors boarded two busses in front of Yale Station. It was the Prince- . Bermuda boys. ton game send-off. All fall We had been

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SENIOR YEAR 53 for Army. This same afternoon the Iayvees, with Melfert at cen- ter, trounced Army, 31-0. Victorious also was the chess team, with E. A. Wendling at No. 2 and A. Kyger at No. 7. Following the athletic events of the day, there was a tea dance at Elmo, and in the evening a dance at Anthony with Eddie Wittstein and the Howard Twins providing the music. Another attraction of the evening was a party in the Woodbridge Town Hall. A novel innovation at this dance was the use of the town jail as a sort of refreshment roost where one might perch on the iron cots or hang from the bars as he was best Ht. Seven days later we found the Blue Hoodoo rallying to the beating of the S5571 rl! 64156. tom-tom. The romping Wa Hoo Wahs from Hanover laid siege to the city. But once again it was a New Haven tea party, and all the green paint was dumped into Long Island Sound. Winning 7-2, the Big Blue produced the best defensive play that a Yale team has shown in sev- eral years. Martyrs in our Class include ten philanthropic braves who con- sented to undergo a medical examination for the Class life insur- ance policy. It is a bit doubtful, however, as to whether three of these individuals merit medals. The gentle- men in question, guilty of hoarding, might l have been observed seated in the doctor's waiting room for the better part of an after- noon. lndeed it was only after threatening a third degree that the doctor was able to scare out of these three blots on our Class escutcheon, the several glasses of water which they had respectively swallowed dur- ing the course of their wait. Saturday ushered in the gentlemen from Georgia. The clash of the bulldog of the North with the bulldog of the South re- sulted in a 14-7 victory for the Southern species. Yale, exhibiting the poorest form Buy y0w'f0101'S-

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SENIOR YEAR 55 awed by the victories of the giant Tiger team, widely publicized as unbeatable. Now the day had come for us to meet them. As the opening whistle blew, the eyes of the sporting world rested on Palmer Stadium. Shortly after the beginning of the first quarter, a pass from Roscoe to Kelley resulted in a touchdown. Captain Curtin kicked the extra point. Then for three exciting periods, we watched the superb defensive play of eleven Blue men. As the final whistle blew on the biggest athletic upset of the year, it was iron man Iimmy De- Angelis who clutched the prized pigskin for the victorious Elis. After the game we found attend- ance at Princeton cocktail parties -T most entertaining due to the fact Driffiflg. that we had done the un-doable and in spite of the fact that we were hoarse beyond words. It took us some time to recover from that Princeton week-end, and when we finally did it was to find our Crimson friends bearing down upon us. Somehow we couldn't get very excited about the Harvard game, and our 14-0 victory came as more or less of an anticlimax. As we stood there in the Bowl for the last time as undergraduates and sang Bright College Years, proud hearts pounding, proud arms waving, somehow we could not look at the fellow next to us. The seasons come, the seasons gof, We had beaten Harvard and Princeton. We were Big Three champions now. We would come back in '85 and tell of the iron men days when we were in college. Those giving dances over the week-end included Anthony, York, Vernon, Franklin, and Elmo. Since these were to be our last football dances, we were out to get the maximum of enjoyment out of them. We did. Then, too, the presence of so many Crimson sprites helped to enliven the rap- turous gambols of Shefftown's night life. Am-'f'f'iCd11 H 01101' RON- We weren't quite accustomed to the sylphic