Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Wearing a test tube in his lapel is professor Emeritus Ell Levlne, former In- structor in Chemistry and now second assistant tutor in estrogen. Dr. Levlne, in- cidentally, has lately been awarded a fellov shlp in the philosophy department. As chairman of the student-faculty relations committee, he has helped the student body in ways that it may never learn — he hooes. Over near the speaker ' s platform, I recognize Professor Allah Alexander Lit- man, author of the best selling novel written in the original Greek The White Shirt and What It Has Done To Society. The illustrious mentor is one of the few gentle- men in Yeshiva to have an office as large as a university corridor. More often than frequently, the students ' pride and the administration ' s prejudice gives tea balls to which the student body is invited. The admission price is one capitalist. Slouching right beside him is Doctor Atlas, Yeshiva research expert who is presently working on a drug that will revolutionize the garbage situation of the amoeba. His assistant Dr. Safir has expressed the conviction that some day Atlas will carry the world of Biology on his shoulders. Ladies and gentlemen, permit me to interrupt this discus ' sion of insects to bring you the latest flash . . . The dean of the college has just strode into the hall followed by Professor Jacob Harstein and two body guards. The dean, who is the fastest talker this side of Dr. M. Snerd, has a bucket in his hand . . . Prof. Hartstein is trying to kick it . . . the dean Is opening the bucket ... he has a paint brush in his hand . . . he . . . ladles and gentlemen the dean is painting the banquet table. A faculty meeting has been hurriedly sum- moned ... a decision has been reached . . . Prof. Harstein is talking to the dean- the dean Is talking to the professor — there ' s Walter Winchell making a note of it — the dean is returning to his seat. Well it looks like another one of his experiments with Penicillin has been given a shellacking. Director Hartstein has scored again; of course, this isn ' t unusual for a director of Yeshlva ' s Graduate Elementary school and dormitory Czar of Meslfta D ' Vassar. The Sociology department Is well . . well represented by Dr. Theodore Abel who is winking at Prof. Looksteln. I have just counted the winks — forty In all. Tut, tut, Is Is possible that the Sociologist Is napping, napping gently at his classes ' cham- ber door? Over at a table to the right of the rostrum cits Professor Braun, premier of the down and undergraduate French department. If I ' m not mistaken, he Is sipping some Vichy water — that ' s seltzer with a Parlslenne bubble. The chair next to his is possessed by Dr. Kenny Damon who is wearing a brown derby and a smile as big as a defense plant. The spitting image of Virgil, Dr. Floch is with us tonight as is Dr. Freed who is looking into his plate to see why there isn ' t something In it down dere! The doctor is putting a souvenir program Into his pocket. That ' s the idea doc, keep It in the pants. Oddf and Ends in the Faculty The General Staff Txci ' iiti ' iilne

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4 V N X CLASS HISTDRY WLn Do Dl, S essions oj- weet S ilent kouaki -J l4p .... l emembi of t kin ad adt. iimmon em embra n ce Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Thi s is your announcer Harvey Millard speaking to you from the main ballroom of the twenty-five million dollar RIETS Hall atop the administration building of Yeshiva University. There are some very odd fifty thousand people here tonight who have come to pay homage plus tax to the class of ' 45. By virtue of distinguishing themselves in all fields of human and supra human endeavor, these men are being feted here this evening as a sign that the University is publicly recognizing their contributions to society as well as to the rabbinate. The men of ' 45 never having come together before this evening for a class reunion, it shall be both sublimely and ridiculously interesting to behold what the creeping up of age and the sneaking up of marriage has done for and to these gen- tlemen. While we are waiting for the honored class to enter the celebrity studded hall, I should like to take a few hours to list some of the more distinguished lights who have lent their glow to this evening ' s festivities. To my right I see the star of stage, screen and television. Miss Margaret O ' Brien on the arm of Professor Alexander Brody, head of the archaeology depart- ment at Yeshiva. A young freshman is vainly trying to get the fair maiden off the professor ' s hands but the latter is telling him off in some well chosen poker-dot expressions. On my left I have just noticed Sir Aaron Margalith, librarian of Congress, who once occupied the Political Science bench at Yeshiva. Sir Aaron is playing host to Miss Librarian .of 1955 — a slightly bookish damsel whom the judges were able to tell by her cover. Aha, and a little more to my left, I have just espied Dr. Irving Linn, professor of history of U.S.A. The doctor, whose courses are a must for any one wishing to learn the facts of other people ' s lives, is clad in a brown plaid sport jacket, brown gabardine shorts and just to be ' formal ' he is wearing a pair of black patent leather pumps. With his high starched skull cap upon his head, the learned instructor could easily be mistaken for one of the typical uh . . . Yeshiva . . . uh . . . men. Txcenty-eight

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A Philosophy Class in Action Hal Miller handing it to Bjishie Friedman and Herni Tanenbaum Seniors go a ' stepping Oh but it couldn ' t be. But it is. It is that genius, that rare half brain, that master mind of the scientific (say when, you modest man you) the keen intellect to whom everything has been revealed, none other than your good friend and . . . yes, none other than your good friend Professor Lowan — (just listen to that applause — gee v on ' t he ever get tired?) — a picture of humbleness and modesty — a picture of humiliation — a picture of a man who deserves to be framed — ah, but then you can ' t always tell by a picture, can you? There ' s Dr. Lucacer evidently Kumming here to explain, that he hasn ' t for- gotten his unhygiene class. Rabbi Mirsicy, the Voice, is holding down a seat of honor as is Dr. hloenig, the Kid — Domani, whose new electric shaving invention Shave Omarti by name, is startling the Hebrew speaking world. Mr. Renov Is here for art ' s sake and for goodness sake the men of ' 45 will never forget the sneak previews he used to project for them. He did the previewing and they did the sneaking. That famous eclectic — no fits please. Professor Stanley Levin, is here in a body. Professor Stanley frequently tells his classes: If you don ' t like my lectures, put ' em in my pipe and I ' ll smoke it. Whew — you should smell his tobacco. Inci- dentally the prof is here tonight with his hobby — a fishing rod. Say prof., what happens if you can ' t go fishing? Dr. David Fleisher, the pinked-cheeked, baby-fac ed gentleman, has just en- tered and is nodding his head from side to side. THAT is his way of saying hello to his acquaintances. The superintendent of the Yeshiva Medical College — Sam — not being able to attend, his helper Doc Swick has just made his appearance in com- pany with a trim looking nurse. No, she is not available to dorm residents. And not far from — the noise you are now hearing is the class of ' 45. Led by Rabbis Shurin, Katz, Barman and Weisenberg the men of the celebrat- ed group have just entered and are being treated to an arousing ovation. Just listen to that crowd whistle . . . Debbie Weisenthal, will you please take Miss Boorstein away from those spot lights . . . now folks, listen to that crowd roar . . . The applause is petering out now as the class of ' 45 seats itself around the large beautifully decorated banquet table in full view of the audience. There is a sudden burst of conviviality and camaradrie as the men of the hour turn to greet each other. I shall now switch you to the . . . What in tarnation is that rabble rouser yelling about. To hear him speak you get the impression that the class of ' 45 is something out of the ordinary. No, ' all Yeshiva graduates are cut from the same piece of cloth — sad sack — to be exact. Ten years go by and what do they look like . . . you said it. Just look at that old fogey over there — oops, get that looking glass out of here. A stomach, bags under the eyes, bald as an eagle — a wife like a hawk — that ' s the man of ' 45 in ' 55. The only thing a Yeshiva man gets out of college is . . . is . . . memories. Would you like to hear about the days when I was spending my young life as a freshman? Would you like to hear? Keep quiet, who ' s asking you ... A guy can talk to himself, can ' t I? Thirti,