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

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72 CLASS OF NINETEEN TI-IIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. went our way. A year or so later even hard spirits were enlisted 5 and taking our bottles from under the tables and placing them Hrmly on the table tops in full view of the world, we continued on our way. Still did Depression rage. To the soup was added the alphabet: NRA, TVA, FERA, CWA, PWA, and all the rest of the Congres- sional anagrams, cryptograms, and enigmas. Came the court which in no sportive manner did proceed to cause the breast of Uncle Frank to quake with apprehension, lest his house of blocks should tumble. Truly, much has been going on out there, but colossal as these changes may appear, they are not without parallel here in our very midst-in our own sequestered quadrangles and halls. Did we not witness the initiation of the College Plan, accompanied as it was by frantic building of Gothic arches and Colonial towers? Were we not present at the baptismal font when the Engineering School re- ceived its sanctity, its blessing, and its unlimited cuts? But lastly, were we not present when the doors of Doctor Haggarcl's classes were thrown open to our brethren from Ac? No longer are the pearls of Dr. Haggard scattered before the select, but rather are they cast into the laps of the heathen as well. Subjected as we were to this general process of evolution we have survived remarkably well, and, although we may not have aided in any material way to re- build Yale or New Haven, we are at least sure that our stay here has been recorded, even though such a record be kept only in the Bad Debt accounts of the local merchants. And so having attained our goal, we now pause to look back at the path over which we have these four years been struggling, for, as in mountain climbing, it is always pleasant to pause in our efforts and consider the circuitous route which it has been necessary to traverse in order to attain the peak. Looking down from our point of vantage we can discern the path over which we sprinted in our Freshman Year. It was in the latter part of September in the year 1931 when we first precipitated ourselves upon New Haven, and, although that which we received can hardly be classified as a welcome, we can safely say that the News, Record, Lit, the various laundries, and all the student agencies were glad to see us. Getting our keys at the Freshman Office, we sallied out through several platoons of heelers and located our rooms, opened our suitcases, and issued forth into the streets to marvel at the wonders of the University and the sur- rounding town. Being in those days remarkably quick in the art of

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CLASS HISTORY As delivered on Class Day by Stanley R. Morton. ENTLEMEN of the Class of 1935 of the Sheffield Scientific School and the Yale School of Engineering: We who are assembled here today represent the die-hards of that large army which, early in the spring of 1932, chose to forsake the general calling of culture with its attendant reading periods and which, in the fall of the same year, invaded Shefftown, there to live for the next three years amid an environment of slide rules, log books, and hour tests. I say die-hardsf' for truly We are the battle- scarred veterans of that army of 250. Many of our number perished before the withering attack of the firing squad in our Hrst and most severe engagement-Sophomore year, and many here today bear the still rankling wounds of this attack. Others have deserted our ivied walls, sheltered cloisters, and sacred traditions to pursue the illusive goddess Employment or to partake in the delights of matrimony. We, the remnants, the veterans, the fighting majority, are, despite all this, as pacific a group of warriors as has ever faced a Baccalaureate address or decorated a room with the ornate hide of the gentle lamb-a fact to which our voluntary signing of the No- Riot Act in Freshman year bears undisputable witness. On entering Yale, we little deemed it possible that the world from which we so willingly withdrew would dare to make any major changes during our absence or to rush on, impolitely refusing to wait for those who had withdrawn from its influence to delve fur- ther into the subject of education. Now, on the eve of our entry into the world, it is pertinent that we look about us and consider the changes that have been wrought. We have been ever aware of the Depression, but early in our career we heard that by substituting the donkey for the elephant all hard times would be ended, all stocks would rise, and, in short, there would be much cause for rejoicing and little for continuing to heap our heads with ashes in memory of the forgotten days of prosperity. This was proved to be erroneous, and so other measures were tried. With the simple figure 3.2 an ef- fort was made to substantially decrease the budget deficit amounting to billions. We discussed this over our Scotch and sodas and quietly

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CLASS HISTORY 73 perception, we were not slow in finding the two Roger Shermans, the Paramount, and the other emporiums in which we were to while away much of our time in the next four years. Returning to our rooms, we turned out a pack of heelers Qnot, however, until we had signed on the dotted linej and proceeded to make ourselves comfortable. We soon learned that the advice of The Yale Guide in regard to hats, neckties, etc., was nothing more than interesting fic- tiong and this, combined with the slowly developing ability to say nov in a forcible manner when questioned as to the possibility of our subscribing to the Hoot, gave us much the air of true sons of Yale. With this much accomplished, it was only a matter of days until we learned to talk aloud in the flickers and to sit with our feet over the chair in front of us in the true Yale style. The first event of any great weight was the opening of the foot- ball season. From this, our first season of collegiate football, we re- ceived several lasting impressions: first, that of the terror inspired in our hearts by Dartmouth's sustained attack upon the Iinx g second, the amusing spectacle presented by Barry Wood as he sat and watched our own Albie carry the dayg and third, that in some re- spects, namely that of drink, we were not half the men we thought ourselves to be-a deplorable fact, and one which we have since spent much time correcting. With the close of the season, having little else to do, we bought some textbooks, pursued the course of knowledge, and, with the ex- ception of one evening which was devoted to the destruction of spare empty bottles in the old Oval, passed a really quiet time. With the arrival of Christmas vacation we repaired to our various homes or wintering places, where we amused the old folks with our newly acquired worldliness and where we hung up our stockings in the same old way. When we returned to New Haven to catch up on some much needed sleep, we heard the still echoing reverberations of the Broad- way Bank crash-a noise which was considerably augmented by the wailings of the returning students. Those of us who had our few pennies salted away in the Mechanics Bank complimented ourselves upon our good judgment, consoled our less fortunate members as best we could, and settled down to a period of comparative quiet which was only slightly rufiled by the rumblings of scandal in Sheff- town. We were an explorative and enterprising group in everything ex- cept, of course, scholastic pursuits and were not long in becoming