Established October 26, 1948, as tne official publication for the student body of Pennsylvania State College, Behrend Center, Erie, Pennsylvania. Published bi-weekly by the Breeze Publishing Co., North East, Pa. Editor-In-Chief Assistant Editors Anne Walsh, Dot Kaliszewski Business Staff Barb Orchard, Larry Dunfee, Jinx Black Staff Artist Tom Graczyk Photographer Jack Tupitza Writers Jodie Borkowski, Chenne, Jake Gehrlein. John Geiger, Ed Grosman, Janie Jackson, Ralph Johnson, Eileen Lardo, Lynn Montague, Dick Moore, Nan Nixon, Dottie Parks, Jack Rimp, Miss Rys, Beverly Sal chow, Bob Yeager. It has come to my attention, and to the attention of the faculty that any notices placed on bulletin boards around the campus are continually being mutilated. These pranks are disgusting, messy, childish, and give a bad impression to campus visitors of the calibre of our students; and the kind of education that they are supposed to he receiving. It would be profitable to all concerned if college students could begin to act as such, and stop this annoying practice. Among the ping-pong tables, various machines, round study tables, and busy chess boards; the juke box remains silent. Why? Who knows. Maybe there are no records, maybe the music-maker is broken, or more to the point, maybe it is because some people don’t believe it is needed. If this is true, then why are some students asking the question, “Why don’t they get some new records or fix that machine? We would like to use it.” -- .Recently--Behr-end-Center-.had.-the privilege of having a television set among its recreational facilities. The students enjoyed watching the World Series and many other enter taining events. Television today is a growing interest to everyone. It not only brings us music and drama, but educational programs as well. In the evenings many of the dormitory girls found that a free hour could be spent watching a favorite program. We are glad to see this piece of recreational equipment with us again. Many other improvements have been made to the Behrend Center, which we all appreciate, and we thank the administration for the most enjoyable one, T. V. Autobiograph By Jan Jackson I, bom in or about the year of 1929, dedicated myself to a life of service for the benefit of man- kind. After many years of exper iences in all kinds of weather, snow, sleet, rain, and hail, I never turned back. Then, by way of South Carolina, I found my way into an Erie used car garage, and into the used car ad section of the Erie newspapers. The sealed my fate. From my comer of the garage I heard the distant ring of tne telephone, then the owner said a few indistinct words, something about closing at seven o’clock and then that he would wait. Later in the evening, when I •began to think about settling down for the night, I saw a strange and odd sight. A troop of girls swoop ed down upon the peace and quiet of my resting place, and began to question my former record of duty. They kicked my tires, sat on' my rather well worn upholstery, con ferred among themselves and with the two confused cats, that seem ed to be the last word on pur chasing me or not. Finally, the grand sum of thirty dollars was collected and one of them climbed into my right door, two scrambled' in beside her, and the last of the load clambered into the rumble NITTANy CUB Goof - Offs Ugh! Why? V. Is Back ! of a Chrysler seat, and with a shout and a mighty roar we set out for un known destinations. After an al most eternal ride we turned from the main road onto a winding drive, and with my horn blowing full blast, we approached a gather ing of students at what I thought to be the main building, and a bevy of shouts and laughter greet ed our appearance. (People gather ed around me and questioned. “Where did you get THAT?” Some even went so far as to ask if I was worth money and if the owner of the car lot paid the girls to take me off their hands. After some trial rides around the countryside, I was bedded down for the night in the parking spaces a it the rear of the dorm. But later the sound of stealthy footsteps'aroused me from my deep sleep and before I realized what came about, I was pushed, much against my will to the bottom of a long, deep bm After a hard night in the woods at the bottom of the nature trail, I woke ''to' the - ringing of feminine voices- calling, “We- found' it, we : found it.” Now, after my .trying' timeswith eleven girls and'their friends,' I am sentenced' to'be resold' to'the bid der whb' comes:' through' with my purchase' price. On to- new hori zons! THE NITTANY CUB Ed’s note: Chenne m, .canine’s gift to mankind, is the mascot and chief gossip columnist for the “Cub.” Owned by Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Hopkins, former adminis trative head at Behrend, now of Dubois, Chenne returns this week to “write” his column from the dog’s point of view. Chenne’s pre decessor, Chenne, Sr., began the traditional column three years ago when editors of the paper realized a need for a column of inside in formation. Sylvia Shay I happened to wander back to ole B. C. a couple of weeks ago, and I picked up a copy of the Nit tany Cub. YIPES! ! ! When I read that so-called column, “Reggies Ramblings”, did I ever put up a howl. I figured it was about time th'at I packed up my weary bones from In front of that cozy fire and packed away my diary with notes from Petsy (rrrrruf!) and take myself out and dug up some real dirt. I went right away to do 50 laps around the “barn” and I noticed a tall, blonde, goof-off called Whi tey leading Hot Stuff (she thinks) Lynn Montague through the halls and all around the campus as though the little spook couldn’t make it alone. And she might as well be alone as with that. Oh well, such is human life, full of disillusionments and rude awake enings. -I’m glad I lead a dog’s life, especially with Petsy around. (That’s Fergy’s mut, just in case you’re wondering.) Another thing I noticed was slobber globber Eleanore Bitzer crawling out tEe girl’s room win dow, followed closely by Jane Bastow. The excuse I heard is enough to make even old Reggie turn over in that hole 50 paces off Nature Trail. They wer e try ing to get away from some over anxious suitors. Arf arf! It was probably some one of Eleanore’s suffering victims waiting to strangle her with one of her own lines. But she’s “Going Steady” now, you lucky guys, saved again. Then there’s Bill Christ always hanging around like some plague infested rat. He figured that any thing in skirts would fall over in a complete swoon just for the ex clusive privilege of being seen with him. Someone should give this egotistical oaf the word. . . . and you did too, didn’t you, Kel ly? But some people just never learn. The faculty, not to be outdone by the students, have some char acters in their ranks too. Mr. Frederick, that mad musician and scholarly linquist (?), sure keeps things in an uproar a ll the time, to say nothing of Kaz and Lay who keep sneaking out the doors vsjhen “Homer Pigeon” has his back turned. Tsk tsk boys. . . I you’re being very “immature” We’ll have to start dealing with you as high school students until you show us that you’re mature enough to be treated as college men. Well, college anyway. Strange things are happening everywhere these days. I, being very nosey as most reporters are, mosied over to the homecoming banquet to see what I could get in the way of a free meal, and lo and behold there was Mr. Baker, you won’t believe this, with a different suit on. I nearly did a play dead act when .1 saw that- That man is really out of there. AROUND THE FIREPLUG .... By Chenne Continued on Page 4 MEET YOU By Beverly Salchow The greeting “advanced assign ment,” brings to mind one of Beh rend Center’s most respected pro fessors, Mr. Thomas Turnbull. As an instructor of history, he is one of our most able and qualified professors. Mr. Turnbull hails from none other than Punxsutawney, Penn. He entered Indiana State Teach er’s College, where he majored in history and received his Bachelor of Science degree in 1938. For several years he taught at Ridgway High School, and then Mr. Thomas H. Turnbull became Major Thomas H. Turnbull of the TJ. S. Army. After his five year hitch. Mr. Turnbull entered the University of Pittsburgh to ac quire his Master’s degree. The past few summers have found Mr. Turnbull studying at the University of Pitt for his PHJD degree, which he will receive this June. In his spare time, he can be found catching up on some read ing, watching an exciting base- BEHREND CENT By Nan Nixon «. On February 4, 1935, a little ray of sunshine, known as Jack Rimp, was bom to Mr. and Mrs. John R. Rimp in Pittsburgh, Pa. From Pittsburgh, Jack moved to Steubenville. Ohio; Wheeling, West Virginia; Butler, Penna.; and Youngstown, Ohio, where he re mained seven years, attending Ursuline High School. He partici pated in many activities, such as: Dramatics Club, Science Club, Glee Club, Variety Show, and the Senior Class Play. Jack was also a member of the Student Council and the national Honor Society. Jack and his parents moved to Erie on September 1, 1953. They reside at 404 Bunn Boulevard, and are members of St. Ann’s Parish. When asked his hobby, he promptly replied, “I collect any thing and everything I see that is worth collecting.” He likes to watch football, play tennis, and excels in roller skating and dan cing. While in college, he is majoring in Agriculture Education and would like to teach high school or take up extension work. His biggest ambition after college is to travel to South America and take up has work there. The thing he likes most to see on a big platter before him is a nice, thick steak with all the trim mings. Club Activities Are In Full Swing The Cellar Dwellers is composed of members of the Speech Clinic classes. The function of the club is the planning of group activities in the speech courses. Officers for the present period are Sue Gill, president; Chuck Mettlach, vice president; Sue Williams, secre tary; Ruth Myers, treasurer. The Chorus welcomes newcom ers and is starting rehearsals for the Christmas program under the direction of Mr. Frederick. The Debate and Dramatic Clubs sponsored by Mr. Lane, have ten tative future activities scheduled. The Photography Club has no plans for the near future. FACULTY Thomas Turnbull ball demonstration, playing a few holes of golf, or teasing his thir teen-month old son. Aside from all this activity, he offers helpful advice to students in need. An outstanding member of the faculty indeed, is Mr. Turn bull. R PRESENTS... Jack Rimp We, at Behre.nd Center, are lit tle by little becoming accustomed to his antics, knock-knock jokes, and the words that pop out of his mouth most, like, ‘‘Fie, fie, a plague upon your head, daughter of a nail file,” and “Don’t do it, don’t hit me!” He is a member of the Nittany Cub ..staff. Choir, and Dramatics Club. During Homecoming he par ticipated in the plays, and every one agreed that his performance was a good one. Jack also made a real swell Marryin’ Sam at the Sadie Hawkins Day Dance. No matter what he does or where he goes, we are sure that our per sonality, Jack Rimp, will succeed. Moral The bride, white of hair, stoops over her cane, Her footsteps, uncertain, need guiding, While down the church aisle, with a wan toothless smile, The groom in a wheel chair comes riding. And who is this elderly couple thus wed? You’ll find when you’ve closely ex plored it. That there is that rare, most con servative pair Who waited ’til they could affordT .. Anonymous
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