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History Of Class Of ‘48
Four years ago on September 2,
1944 the largest freshmen class in
the history of the school arrived at
Queens College just in time for the
fall monsoon season. The monsoon
season is one of Queens’s most
treasured traditions; every year
just in time for the incoming fresh
man class, Queens furnishes a
young flood for a period of approxi
mately a week. Our class being no
exception, we were plunged into
the throes of a rather damp Orien
tation Week. By the end of the
week, we had undergone hand
book exams, been taught the Queens
Honor System, and been enter
tained at various parties. It was
still raining.
Rat day, the day of freshman
persecution, soon arived. Up un
till then I was not aware that the
social status of a freshman was
just one notch higher than that of
a peon. On that famous, or I should
say infamous, day we were sub
jected to various kinds of legal
torture, all the while dressed as
babies. From the twisted mind of
some sophomore came the following
slogan, which freshmen were ex
pected to reel off at any moment:
“I’m a putrid piece of protoplasm
whose prime purpose on this pain
ful path of progress is to pause
and ponder.”
Our freshman class chairman was
“Winkie” Williams, now Mrs. John
Watts. Our freshman class presi
dent was Nancy Gordon, still Nancy
Gordon.
Rush Week came along and con
fusion reigned supreme. What
wonderful and terrible week that
was! So many parties to go to and
such an important decision to make.
But, it was finally all over and
things quited down again.
Stunt night rolled around and
the freshman class won second
place with a skit entitled “Every
Dog Has His Day But Mine Has
His Week-End.”
Those of our class tapped by Val
kyrie that year were: Nancy Gor
don. Betty Sue Trulock, Rusty
' McMurray, Eleanor Huske, Grace
Lyons, and Suzanne Blackmon.
In the fall of forty-five our class
the largest sophomore class in the
history of Queens, enrolled for an
other year of study—I use that
term loosely, of course. Our class
song, “Praise ‘48!” became a part
of our tradition that year, especial
ly with the chorus which everyone
always fouled up. That year, feel
ing that we should have some ma
terial indication of our laudable
status of sophmores and also feel
ing the need for money, we pur
chased class sweaters, which were
the envy of the whole campus
and which are now those old fadec
white sweaters you see the seniors
wearing.
On Rat Day we ruled the down
trodden freshmen with an iron
hand. But Rat Court that night
nearly resulted in a brawl due to
the over-enthusiam of the Junior
class. However, no lives were lost
in the fracas, and after removing
all cold cream from door knobs,
clear nail polish from soap, and cel
lophane from you-know-where, all
was forgotten.
I hesitate to mention stunt night
that year. Our skit was entitled,
“The Romance of the Fleet” which,
to use the language of the street,
stank.
It was in the spring of that year
we lost one of our most beloved
faculty members. Miss Jo Langford,
whose death was deeply felt by the
entire student body.
During senior week that year
we feted our sister class, the sen
iors, with a picnic supper and
roller skating at Willamette Swim-
ing Pool.
As nearly as I can figure out.
New Teachers
our Junior year was devoted main-
y to raising money. We sold food
at night in the dormitories and tons
of Sunshine Greeting Cards. All
this feverish money-making it seems
was for the prime purpose of fi
nancing the Junior-Senior banquet
and dance. This affair held at the
Myers Park Country Club, turned
out to be one of the best social
affairs of the season. However, I
think the senior class, especially
Maude Dickson, still has a slight
allergy to Sunshine Greeting Cards.
We will completely ignore Stunt
Night of this year. It was called
Susie Ha-Ha Goes to College”
and went over with all the success
and glory of a lead balloon.
This year we participated in Class
Day exercises. We had knocked
ourselves out making a daisy chain
to carry that day. But, of course,
the inevitable happened—it rained.
However, we got our caps and
gowns from the seniors, and that
was our chief concern, anyway.
In the fall of 1947 it dawned up
on us that we were the senior class
of Queens College. This came as a
shock to most of us, and the full
realization did not come until act
ually the first time that we had
truly felt like seniors; it was quite
a feeling!
It wasn’t long until we dis
covered the plague of the seniors,
that time-honored question: “And
what are you going to do next
year?” According to a recent poll,
each senior has been asked that
question approximately fifty times,
which makes a gjand total of
3,750 times the question has been
asked, with two months to go.
We will definitely mention Stunt
Night of our senior year. After two
years of bitter defeat, old ‘48 finally
attained second place again, for the
first time since our freshman year.
And we won the gallery cup!
Those of us honored this year
were : in Sigma Mu, Geneva Apple-
white. Eleanor Huske, Mary Kath
erine Nye, Eugenia Shive; and in
Who’s Who: Bettv Sue Trulock,
Eleanor Huske, Buford Bobbitt,
Betty McMurray, Ruth Magrath,
and Cathy Leeper.
There were also quite a number
of us who received honors in an
other fields, the field of matrimony.
Mrs. Robinson graciously accepts
full credit for any achievement in
this field, from fraternity pins to
wedding bands.
In January of this year the whole
school was saddened by the death
of our beloved nightwatchman and.
friend, Mr. McCoy. We of the
senior class felt his death partic
ularly, because he had been a part
of our lives at Queens for nearly
four years.
Now, here we are on the verge
of senior week, with graduation
just around the corner. For us one
phase of our lives is drawing to a
close and another is just beginning.
And it is the uncertainty of this
new experience that gives each of
us the desire to cling to what we
are leaving behind, and yet the
desire to reach out to what lies
ahead. But. whatever lies in our
future, none of us shall ever forget
our wonderful days at Queens anr
what its friendships and its in
spirations have meaint to us.
Laura Stroup
Historian of class of ‘48
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til his retirement, was an American
missionary to Cuba for the Presby
terian Church and founded the Pro-
gresiva, a school in Cardenas. He al
so inaugurated a program of civic
betterment, which included a per
manent organization of 1000 men in
each of forty towns.
Mr. Burks, a native of Mississippi,
attended Millsaps College, Jackson,
Miss., and received the A. B. degree
from the University of Alabama.
He taught in high schools in Miss
issippi and Puerto Rico before
going to the University of North
Carolina as an instructor in Spanish
and a graduate student in Romance
Languages. Mr. Burks will be
awarded the doctor of philosophy
degree with a major in Spanish and
a minor in French from the Uni
versity at the June commencement.
Dr. Hottel
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the areas previously occipied by the
Germans. She also met with mem
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as well as with faculty representa
tives and students in these countries
regarding their educational needs.
In private life Dr. Hottel is Mrs.
A. S. Hottel, Jr., Bala--Cynwyd,
Pennsylvania.
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