Personality
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Week
By Dunk Zimmerman
This week’s honored personality
is the pride of “Alcohol •Gulch”,
Joan Baudino. “Ginger,” as all good
“Gulchers” know her resides at
5206 Gerry Drive in suburban
Pittsburgh with her congenial
family and lovable mutt, “Bonnie.”
Joan is enrolled in the school of
Liberal Arts and entered Behrend
with last fall’s class. She hopes to
attend State next September but
plans from there are still uncertain.
“Papa” Baudino, who is manager
of K. D. K. A. in Pittsburgh has
hopes of seeing Joan graduate
from Penn State some day but as
Joan says, “Who knows?”
Before coming to Behrend, Joan
attended several schools through
out the East inasmuch as her fam
ily moved about considerably be
tween Boston, Philadelphia, and
Pittsburgh. She graduated how
ever, from Baldwin Township High
School in June with the class of
’4B. While in school, Joan was an
ardent football fan and followed
the Baldwins team’s blazing trail
faithfully. By some horrible twist
of fate, she doesn’t care two snaps
for baseball and even less for the
Pirates.
’ When it comes to relaxation,
Joan prefers horse-back riding
every time, and is always set to
go when the idea is brought up
around the dorm, to “force the
trend” to Algeria v or Towniine
Stables. The perfect topoff for a
Korny Korner
This is a new column. It is new
to.the paper; new to the faculty;
new to the old students. As a mat
ter of fact it’s what I said in the
beginning, a new column. It’s sup
posed to be funny (and if I keep
this up, nothing will be funny and
this new column will be an old,
old column). And now for the
jokes.
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Comments on ping-pong at B. C..:
Remark of an industrious stu
dent; “Who wants to play ping
pong?”
Famous first words of a male
student entering Rec Hall: “Win-
ners!”
Riding along the main thorofare
one afternoon a young man chan
ced to see a blind man on the corn
er. Tossing a coin from the car, he
missed the cup and the coin rol
led onto the curb. Without a mo.
ment’s hesitation, the blind man
ran toward the curb, scooped up
the dime and started on his merry
way.
Young man: “Pardon me, sir,
but didn’t I see you pick up that
coin and place it in the cup?”
Blind man: “Why, yes, sir.”
Young man: “Well! Your sign
indicates that you are blind!”
Blind man: “Oh, no, sir. This
isn’t my steady job. I’m just fill
ing in for the regular man. He
took the afternoon off to see a
movie.”
Remarks from the Dorm girls:
“Who wants to get in a game of
strip poker?”
Dunk Zimmerman’s compliments
day of riding for her would be a
big plate of spare ribs and sauer
kraut with an ice cream chaser.
(She claims she’d rather sleep
than either ride or eat).
Around Behrend, Joan can al
ways be found where Don is and
her 5’4” 108 pound frame is chuck
ed full of laughs and good 'times.
In the lounge she kibitzes on all
Pinochle games and knits with
amazing dexterity at the same
time.
She is active on the Cub Staff
and does a good deal of editing
for our publication.
A better gal is hard to find
than Behrend’s one and only
Ginger Baudino
THE NITTANY CUB
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Mr. Turnbull
One of the most well liked in
structors on this campus is our
own Thomas Turnbull, history in
structor. Mr. Turnbull was born
in April of 1916 and he spent the
first few years of his childhood in
Sagamor, Penna. He then moved to
Punxsutawney where he started
and completed his first twelve
years of '"education. At this time
Mr. Turnbull left his home to at
tend Indiana State Teachers Col
lege where he received his B. S.
degree. Immediately following his
college education he taught for a
year and a half in a high school
in Ridgeway, Pa.
In 1941 Mr. Turnbull, like so very
many of our American men went
into the Army. The first four
months of his army career were
spent in the states. At the end of
this time he was shipped to Ice
land for 30 months. Then he made
the rounds to Scotland, England,
France, Holland, Belgium and Ger
many. Mr. Turnbull was in the
fifth Infantry Division and the
52nd Aukoine. The sum total of
his overseas duty amounted to
4 years. He ended up at the rank
of a Major. He was then discharg
ed.
Upon being separated from the
Army, Mr. Turnbull went to the
University of Pittsburgh to pro
cure his Masters degree and kept
right on going for his PhD degree,
but at the time he had the position
as a History instructor at the Uni
versity of Pittsburgh.
Mr. Turnbull came to Behrend
Center in September of 1948 and
is the instructor of History and
Political Science.
Mr. Turnbull has been very hap
ily married since March of 1947.
Disregarding his infamous surprise
tests, we the students of Behrend
Center consider him a “good Joe.”
on a new suit: “Too bad they didn’t
have it in your size,” and “I’ll bet
it looked good on your father,” and
“It’ll sure look good when the style
comes back in five years.”
Moral: Don’t be caught dead in
a new suit when Dunk is near.
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Seems there was a ' gentleman
who wanted to buy a horse and so
visited the local horse farm where
upon he was shown a likely mare
in a nearby pasture. After discus
sing the animal for several min
utes the farmer slapping the beast
across the rump, proclaimed: “He
can run, too!” True enough the
horse trotted briskly across the
field only to run smack into a
tree, quite alarmed, the potential
purchaser shouted: “Why, man,
that horse is blind!” “No!” the
farmer blandly replied, “ile just
doesn’t give a damn.”
SCHOOL ROAD IN POOR SHAPE
Attention has been drawn to the Cub staff of a problem
pertinent to practically all Behrend students; this is the con-:
clition of the road from the highway to the parking lot.
The road, needless to say, is now in baa condition, com-!
plete with ruts, holes, bumps, ditches, etc. but bear in mind
spring has not yet come with its thawing, raining and gener
:l softening up of an already extremely soft road-
This condition is not only terrificly hard on vehicles
/hich pound over it day after day, but it is no fun to walk
hrcugh either! Any student who does much bus riding will
ouch for that! A third and possibly even more damaging
actor of the road is a psychological one. It presents a very
ic-cr first impression to visitors and guests of our center tq
lave to drive that ob: tr.de course to get to the buildings!
Several diligent attempts have been made by our custo
lial staff to grade and fill in high and low spots in the road
md worked out fine for a certain time. An already overbuy
iened staff can put too little time on it to really keep it in
V-l shape.
Of the many suggestions submitted to the Cub, the best
seems to be; (1) to stone the entire surface just as the circle
md inner drive now are (2) to macadamize it as city streets
m Erie are or (3) to cover it with a substance known as
Shingle shavings.” These shavings are actually odds and ends
of roofing, siding, etc. trimmed off during construction work,
These can be obtained quite reasonably and have proved an
excellent surface in at least a dozen places in and around
the area. This surface, under a summer sun, soon bakes to
solid maze similar to “Blacktop.” The road would naturally
Pave to be throughly graded before hand and properly
ditched all along to assure good drainage.
The first two are admittedly quite costly and doubtless be
yond the means available for such a project. The third, is
however, not only reasonable but quite feasible for the pro
ject. , ' •
It seems a problem as widely felt as this one, our own
driveway, is worthy of attention of all Behrend Students,
Helpful hints, comments, and suggestions will be appreciated
and heeded. Let’s all pull together and see if we can’t remedy
this eye sore on one of Southwestern* Pennsylvania’s most
beautiful campuses.
EXTRA CLASSES - PRO AND CON
Much is said for and against extra classes. As a general
rule these classes are the result' of the instructor’s patient
interest, and the forfeiting of his own time. They are sup
posed to be for the benefit of those students who are bal
anced precariously between a passing grade and a “bar-one,”
We, the students, are always eager to improve our grades.
This has been illustrated by the voluminous attendance at
such extra classes as Chemistry, Mathematics and some of
the other fast-moving courses, which are typical of the
“solid” material thrown at us upon College entrance.
But, these classes are specifically for the benefit of
those students who are endangered by a failing grade. These
classes are specifically intended to prevent boring brighter
students with review of basic fundamentals during regular
class periods. These classes are specifically voluntary and
attendance at such classes is not necessary.
When any instructor, or instructors infer that all stu
dents attend an extra or “help” class, it can mean one of two
things. Either the entire class is unable to grasp the teach
ing prescribed by the Pennsylvania State College, or the
eacher is, unknowingly and unconsciously, filling his lec
ture periods with irrelevant or basic information. Any one
person with a normal degree of intelligence will falter once
in awhile hut every one does not falter all of the time, there
fore everyone should not be obliged to attend, unless every
one is threatened by a failing grade.
It is not the intention of the Nittany Cub, nor of this
writer to insult or “slam” any faculty member of Behrend
Center. The beliefs presented here express the attitude of
the students currently involved. This article was a com
pilation of these beliefs with the intent to define the term
“help class.” It was also written with the intent to prevent
any mis-interpretation, whether such a mistake be made now
or in the future.
* * *
Why is it that every morning
when one arises, Lee and Rita and
Mary are commenting on the
weather? As yet, none of them has
agreed. Mary insists that it’s nice
out, while Lee and Rita think that
it is raining out.
* * *
The main topic of conversation
in one of Mr. Turnbull’s recent
political science classes was; What
should the United States do with
fhe <3pnnnunists who are-now on.
trial here? One of Mr. Turnbull’s
Dunk Zimmerman
By Bill Klaban
pjore brilliant'students, Ray Sturge
f’lewski bellowed, “They were hap,
py in Vienna, weren't they?’'
Mr. Shields: “Describe an octo-
Judy Thomas: “Oh, that’s a per
son with eight faces.”
* * *
“Peanut” was sitting, on a rail
road track,
His heart was all a-flutter,
Along came a great big Choo
choo train,
Toot! tpotf
Peanut Buttep