Dormitory Students
Vote For Officers
Last week, the dormitory girls,
thirty-three in number, elected
their dorm council. Since the dorm
is now almost three times as large
as last year’s, the council is com
posed of eight members instead of
four.
•The duties of the members of
this group are to aid in the en
forcement of study hours, curfew
hours, and other rules that relate
directly to the dormitory students.
The council members themselves
selected their own officers. Caro
lyn Lucas, a speech clinic student,
took the duties of president; Jan
Jackson, returning sophomore, as
sumed the role of vice-president;
Sue Lockley and Jane Kennedy
were chosen as the secretary and
treasurer, respectively.
The other four members include
Nancy Johnston, Nat Kobasa,
Joyce Gouger, and Donna Cramer.
The dorm met with Mr. Kochel,
administrative head, to discuss
regulations and activities for the
remainder of the year shortly af
ter the council elections.
OFFICE CHATTER
By Sonya Weidner
Just a minute, young man and
young lady, all those forms that
you signed, tests that you took,
and fees that you paid were ac
tivities handled by an integrated
office organization which deserves
more than honorable mention for
its efficiency and understanding
Now that the thundering echoes
of footsteps have dwindled down
to an occasional stomp oi a fresh
man’s boot, there’s no reason why
we shouldn’t get to know the of
fice staff, is there?
first, there’s Mrs. Adam, sec
retary to Mr. Kochel, Administra
tive head of Behrend Center. Mrs.
Adam has been with Behrend Cen
ter since the doors of education
first swung open to admit stu
dents in 1948. Right now, Mrs.
Adam has broken her fine three
year record of health that she
was proud of and is nursing a
cold.
And then, there Is Mrs. Prank
Lepkowski, who is better known
to some of us as Joanne Rys, is
still charming and quiet as the
secretary to Mr. Hughes, District
Representative for the Pennsyl
vania State University and Beh
rend Center. Joanne is also in
charge of the book store.
The friendliness of Mrs. Stew
art, Behrend Center receptionist
may always remind us that those
Britishers can be wonderful. In
cidently, we shall lose Mrs. Stew
art to the stork one of these days.
We hope it’s a boy, Mrs. Stewart.
A new member of the office
staff, Mrs./ Barbara Dopierala,
bookkeeper, tells me that her fav
orite interest is her four year old
son, Billy. Welcome, to Behrend
Center, Barbara.
Mr. Thomas Campbell, Assis
tant Administrative Head of Beh
rend Center can be_.seen busily
carrying on his duties around the
campus. ;
One face which is missing this
year is Miss Joyce Herbstritt, who
left us to be secretary to the
President of the Uniflow Manu
facturing Company. Good luck,
Joyce.
Well, that’s the office staff and
we’ve Just introduced them to you
in this issue. Now that you know
who they are, we’ll give you mors
news on them next time.
Sophomores Are
In Sad Shape
By Fat Ingersoll
Sophomores are stuck-up! So
says a petulant Frosh Miss. Now
Miss X, I would like to refute that
statement. Sophomores are the
highest level of mankind. (At least
at Behrend Center.)
For instance, that tall, fair
haired, Adonis who’s stalking to
ward us with thunder clouded
countenance. Naturally he won’t
speak. Why? Well, because he has
just cut two classes to stand in
the Bookstore line to obtain the
books he needed for the two class
es he cut. So! What do you mean
so? Wouldn’t you be storm-ridden
if you stood there for two hours,
to have the door slammed in your
face with a very cheerful, “Sorry,
come back at 1:30.” Ah! I see
you’re slowly understanding.
Another example! That shapely
creature floating across the cam
pus. She’s another - Sophomore.
Notice her misty eyes and tear
streaked powder; She won’t speak
either. No, little one, she’s not in
love. She had Chem. lab this af
ternoon. Sulphur experiments.
Nasty smell you know.
So, you see Miss X, Sophomores
are decidedly not stuck-up. They
never speak simply because they
can’t. It’s caused by the complex
ity of their college “daze.”
Chenne
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Take Harvey Mac Ivor (the
Sally Stauffer of the male sex)
for example. I’ve seen better foot
work during a cattle stampede.
Then some girl they called
Frenchy got up on the stage and
started to scream (I guess they
call it singing). I never did find
out what she was hollering about,
but if she was campaigning for
council, I don’t think she knew
quite how to “stage” her cam
paign.
As I was standing there howling
at these crazy mixed-up kids, Ray
Metz, with that idiotic hat of his
on, started to walk over to where
I was hiding, so I had to make
a hasty retreat..
Then a. few nights later, as I
was on my way over to Balmer’s
to borrow some milk bones, I no
ticed one of the Rembrandts of
the campus busy at work on the
light by the door to the dorm. I
didn’t know they were having
night classes in art, Bob?
Now that school has begun
again, I hardly get a chance to
sleep anymore. One night, after
I had just curled up on my fav
orite rug and was about to call
it a day, the needle on my seis
mograph started to fluctuate with
great fury. I checked my different
maps and scales and found that
the clamor seemed to be coming
from the dorm. I put on my dis
guise and journeyed over to in
vestigate. My calculation proved
to be faultless—there was a riot
in cell block 11. Patty Metzger
was being ushered into the show
ers by a few of her cell mates,
namely Donna Cramer, Nancy
Johnston, Val Meals, and a cou
ple of the others who I couldn’t
get a look at. I still can’t figure
out why they wanted her to take
a shower at that time of the night.
■ I notice that Max Peoples is
playing the Rudolph Valentino of
the school this year. Oh, those
poor girls!
Boh Brandt and Joe Schmitt,
two clowns around the campus
THE NITTANY CtJB
Hobby Creates
Opportunity To
Teach Riding
By Rodney Beals
Behrend Center has this semes
ter, as a part of its Freshman
class, an accomplished sports
woman in the person of Jo Ann
Haumesser. Jo Ann, a graduate
of Academy High School and an
education student at ’ Behrend
Center, grounded her hobby of
horses and work with horses with
a deep, childhood love for these
animals. Her uncommon interest
found fulfillment when she studied
at the Sturgis School of Horse
Mastership, Wilton, Connecticut,
under Fritz Stecken who has been
the trainer for many Olympic
riders.
This summer Jo Ann spent at
Sunnyfield Farms (Bedford), N.
Y. There she and two European
instructors taught three hundred
children the rudiments of horse
back riding.
Jo Ann’s own horse is a product
of New Canaan Mountain Troop
in Connecticut, an establishment"
run by the noted author of stories
and books about horses, Margaret
Cable Self. (It was here at New
Canaan that she did her practice
teaching previously). Her Nibs,
the name she has given this ani
mal, is a ten year-old bay. The
thoroughbred-Morgan received her
training in hunting at the Mel
brooke Stables, Connecticut.
Besides teaching the unadept
to become skilled ’in handling
horses, Jo Ann also schools green
(young) horses in jumping, show
riding, and dressage. Very modest
about her work, Jo Ann neverthe
less, is very accomplished in this
field which began as a hobby.
who haven’t quite matured yet,
tried to gain some attention by
wearing two different shoes to
school. Those guys don’t even have
banana appeal! And Al Benton
with his home-knit knee socks
and his dashing Bermuda shorts
created a stir. Personally, I wish
he’d dash about a hundred miles
from here. Grffff!
And some of those freshmen
penalties were a riot. Gary Schultz
and Jim Gehrlein should try to
make the modeling profession.
They did quite well with the new
flat shape. Whitney White looked
especially good with that new
type of make-up on. What is it
called? Invisible?
One evening I sauntered through
the cafeteria and noticed that all
of the salt and pepper shakers
were missing. I bet Mrs. L. would
like to know how they disappear
ed?
College must really be getting
soft nowadays. I saw one frosh, I
think it was that Benton charac
ter again, carrying a pillow
around with him. It’s getting pret
ty bad when they can’t fall asleep
in class without having to resort
to pillows.
Thes best hunk of gossip that
I was able to root out this past
month is the big secret about
Marge Elliot. I didn’t believe it
at first; but after checking with
Brenda Star, my doubts were
erased. It seems that she . . . Oh!
Here comes Mr. Shields. I prom
ised him that I’d help him col
lect some dogwood branches to
night for his Botany classes. I
guess I’ll have to go now. I’ll tell
you about Marge next time. That
will be all, thank you. Woof! Woof!
Samuel Colt Invented the revol
ver in 1835.
Sophomores Hold Court
Pat Metzger, accused freshman, hopes to influence the judge
of the Kangaroo Court with her winning smile, while Glenn
Raymer, defense attorney, calls on his vast experience with court
procedure to plead her case.
Rifle Range Is
Sought By Club
On Tuesday, October 5, the
initial meeting of the Behrend
Center Gun Club was held. Mr.
Patterson, instructor of Math, is
the advisor of the club, and until
officers are chosen, is acting as
the president pro-tempore.
Members of the club are Jack
Tupitza, John Churchill, A 1 Kauf
man, Bill Maeder, and Bob Kar
ney. Anyone else who has an in
terest in guns and wishes to learn
more about them can join, as
membership is not yet closed.
At the first meeting, the group
discussed the most essential ele
ment that-will contribute to its
success —p. rifle range. John
Churchill is in charge of investi
gating the Kfeystone Gun Club as
a possibility for a range, and Bill
Maeder will survey the Gannon
College Range for the, same pur
pose. Reports are to be made at
the next meeting, _when a defi
nite decision should be reached.
Prices of shells and other equip
ment are being estimated, so that
a tenative budget can be submitted
to student council for approval.
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Frosh Are Tried
For Violations
On Monday, September 20, at
1:00 p. m. the sophomore reign
of terror officially began. A list of
do’s and don’ts (mostly do’s) had
been handed out the Friday before
and freshmen were making a last
minute check to make sure they
had followed every requirement to
the letter.
At 10:45, the frosh could be seen
glancing apprehensively at their
watches and donning the para
phamalia. The sophomores, mean
while, could be found near the
Behrend Pine, eyeing the passing
freshmen with joy.
The instant the clock read 1:00,
the razzing began in earnest.
Signs were measured and exam
ined to make sure they were per
fect, and the campus rang with,
“Hi,” '“Button Frosh,” and the
four verses of the Alma Mater.
For any violation of the “rules,”
the offender’s name was written
down and if a name appeared too
often, he was tried by a kangeroo
court. The complete court staff,
including the defense attorney was
made up of sophomores.
The offenders were tried at the
.first court on September 22, and
their penalties were: Fran Vidil
must wear a cleaning bag over
her clothes; Donna Cramer must
carry a replica of a match, pro
vided by the court ; Marilyn Buer
ger must wear a cleaning bag, a
peeled onion around her neck, and
no make-up: Nancy Johnston and
Pat Stocker must each scrub eight
squares of the gym floor with
tooth brushes; Whitney 'White
must wear no make-up, and Vic
tor David must wear his clothes
backwards.
Take heart, frosh, the date set
for the ending of the razzing is
October 11. Just keep praying that
the sophomores don’t decide to
extend it!