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

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SENIOR YEAR 57 prints suddenly appeared on dusty volumes, while of an evening at seven, many familiar faces might have been observed stripping the bark off the tree of knowledge at Rosenbaum's temple of culture. As the term drew to a close many of us found that we didn't have enough classes on which to use up our cutsg vice versa-many of us had to trek over to the Health Depart- ment. Anyway the term did end, where- upon we all sat down Alwflyf 011 dffli- to wait for the finals. A trip to the Gym revealed a flashy quintet, with Captain Eggie Miles, Wilson, and DeAngelis passing the ball around. Larsen also plays basketball. We saw Captain Ted Gardner dancing about the ring with a couple of big mits and an evil eye. Manager Angelo Smith appeared much amused by the antics of Stranglers Platt and Valas as they rolled about the mat. Bloodthirsty Ridgway was very much in evidence as he slashed away with his Cleaver at any assailant who dared chal- lenge. In the new pool we found splashers Whacky Colgate, Norm King, Pete Paull, and Captain Bench-comberi' Livingston, who customarily sits on the side lines to direct his ducklingsg for such is the calibre of the team that only in rare instances is he called upon to turn in a win for the Elis. In the course of time a blanket of snow descended upon New Haven's fair green and covered all the inebriates who had fallen asleep on the grass the night before. Blazing ski-hats suddenly capped every third head while the campus went Eskimo. Those of us who durst not brave the icy outdoors could do our slaloming on soap- suds in the Co-op garret. Anthony skiers rented an igloo in Vermont. Still others hit the Northern trail. On one of these ex- cursions, Bud Meffert almost blew a but- ton doing a scissors twist, in the act of Out of obscurity.

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56 CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. spring dances which these fine fellows rendered in reverential re- spect to Queen Mabg but just as all the pure in heart are kind to our little feathered friends, so were we kind to these chaps from Cambridge, who Hitted from bush to bush, winking at our towering torsos and scenting our fragrant ether with such a foul odor that many of us woke up Monday morning with headaches in spite of the fact that we could once more go to classes. The next issue of under- graduate life to confront us Winzefs veil. was Rush Week. This week of weeks was ushered in by an at- tack in the News, which was presumably out to lend a helping hand to the Sophomores. Although this action tended to make the atmosphere a trifle scummy, nevertheless, the weather turned out to be New Haven's finest inclement variety, so mud pies were made by all. A mad scramble resulted with jokes, cigars, and Wilbur Buds. In the end there emerged some Sophomores well-weaned in the art of diplomatic noncommittalism and some upperclassmen exhausted from consistently applying high pressure. Following in the wake of Rush Week came the reading periods, during which our dainty Ac friends went to Bermuda or the dogs. We felt, however, that there was more to be gleaned from col- lege than such wanton dissipation, so we tarried in New Haven. But vacation finally did come, and we scurried off to our several destina- tions. We came back to get a rest, but found those strange exams which seem to pop up about the middle of the year in spite of the fact that we don't have mid-years. Finger- Outing C!u11,lf.

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58 CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. which he beat a bean to the tune of Tiger Rag, his favorite piece. Spring will find Captain Eggie Miles wielding his baton on the courts. Manager Wickwire will be dodging divots as Goldberger whacks his way around the course. Shadows from the banks of Shel- ton will darken the gleam in the eyes of sweeps Quarrier, Living- ston, Wilson, Reyburn as they recline in Var- sity shells. We'll see Dugan bounding about the diamond. As manager Freer braids the horses, tails for his malleteers, bat-snatchers Bradley and Moses will wave their wands. Fruitless have been our attempts to Hnd Derby Day on the calendar. Such an over- sight by the authorities concerned necessi- tates the founding of the fun-fun frolics. In order that a good time may be had by all, a variety of entertainment has been planned. For the opening act of our tragedy, we have arranged to have the Yale Bowl filled with beer. Special dams have been constructed in all the portals to prevent any leaks. The individuals we will find circling the outer top rim of the beer-filled Bowl are none others than ourselves, the Class of '35 S. After a few introductory words by Spealer Sperry, who has been baptized grand baron of the brew, Pudge,' Meehan will snap his suspenders. This will be the signal for the initial nip- dip-though we strongly advise against wading out over one's wig. Then, step by step, we will descend with the level of the beer. As the tide and some of the gussies go out, we will find entertainment in the aquatic antics of Gub and Dub Qbetter known as Banker Bill Craig and Wilfred Bancroftj. Gub is going to imitate an Osprey and do a bit of submarine diving in the attempt to find Dub, who has promised to hide several fathorns down below the beer level. While we are waiting for Gub to find Dub, the yacht club boys, Elmer Dunbar, 'fLong,' Iohn Longley, and Miken Angelo Smith, are going to have a seahorse derby around the Bowl. The occasional foamy spouts, which will be observed shooting high into the sky, should be no cause for alarm, for they will merely be indicative of the fact that Moby,' Mefferr is still with us, alive, deHating. As the beer level gradually subsides, we will be informed of the exact depth at all times, for Stratosphere Wilson has promised to stand M after 0 f ceremonies.