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
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