NITTANY CUB
October 36, 1948, as the official publication for the
student body of Pennsylvania State University, Behrend Center.
Erie, Pennsylvania.
Published bi-weekly by the Breeze Pufohahing Co., North East,
Pennsylvania.
Editor-in-Chief Betty Sean “
Assistant Editors - Evelyn Bernhard, Reruta Zonanch
_ . ~ Carole Lazarus
Business Manager _
Photo Consultants Judy Thurbon, Norman Patterson
Sports Editors Ray Chop, Marion Rynd
Staff Writers Rita Anderson, Anne Blackman,
Ray Chop, Alexandra David, Richard Gaz, Lewis Gwin,
Margery Heffner, Elaine Hilbert, Ruth. Jones, Richard
Mytinger, Catherine Spanbauer, Judy Trench, Suzann Tully,
Rose Dobbs, Jerry Mitchell.
Effects of Spring
Spring! What a variety of thoughts, _ images, and j
emotions this one syllable word brings to mmd. To some
spring means a reawakening of life; to others, the advent
of spring sports such as baseball, tennis, and golf, to a few,
?he storing of young love in the hearts of a boy andgirl
or to others just the beginning of another season of the
vear Although everyone has his own impression of spring,,
what does it mean to typical Behrend students hke -Susie
Sophomore and Freddie Freshman, or to an average univer
sity professor, like Mr. I. M. Boring? , ,
In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly to
thoughts of baseball, and Freddie Freshman is no ex
ception to the rule. Before the last trace of snow has melted
from the back yard, baseball bats have been taped, catchers
masks have been unearthed, and teams have been assemmed.
Soon the air is shattered by a resounding crack as Fred&e
smashes the ball over the right field_ fence. For his efforts
he receives a gracious smile from Susie Sophomore, who has
an avid interest in baseball, and an equally avid interest in
Fre< While Freddie’s interest is on the baseball diamond, Susie
has been smitten by the incurable disease of “spring fever
She contacted the bug* from the first, fresh breeze or spring.
As she casually greeted one of the young eligibles about
campus with a cordial “Hi,” it suddenly dawned on her what
a cute smile, deep blue eyes, and dark, wavy hair h.e had. Why,
she must have been blind not to have noticed him before!
Now, all thoughts of zoology, English, and history homework
are gone, and she walks around in a mental haze, waiting for
the day when he’ll wake up to the fact that she alive.
Professor I. M. Boring, at the first signs of spring, shoves
his bowling ball into the darkest corner of the hall closet and
dusts off his golf clubs. He is one of the thousands who hangs
up dish cloths and neglects cutting the grass in order to an
swer the call of the “greens.” When, during the winter, his
wife pleaded with him to clean out the cellar, walk to the
corner store for the groceries, or to do any one of a number
of tasks requiring a limited amount of energy, he flatly re
fused to budge from his easy chair. He is now more than will
ing to trudge miles up hill and down dale in pursuit of a
small, white ball just so that he’ll be able to boast that he
scored in the high “70’s” or low “80’s.” He can blame spring
for his aching arms and legs the next day.
You may be impressed by the Behrend campus, itself,
during the early spring as nature outdoes herself to dress
her plants and small creatures in costumes befitting the birth
of a new season. On the brown, rail fence a robin, resplendent
in his burnt-orange vest, warbles his throaty song in an at
tempt to impress a prospective mate. The small, _ bubbling
spring, skipping over the small pebbles and sparkling in the
sunlight, murmurs the promise of an early summer. In the
woods, green shoots are springing up through the carnet of
decaying, brown leaves, and the buds on the trees are already
bursting from their tight scales, clothing the bare branches
with fresh, green foliage.
Now you have heard some impressions of spring. Into
which category do you fall?
To The Student
Since this is your paper, we feel that you should be
given the chance to offer any ideas that you might have
which would improve the Cub. If you have any suggestions,
complaints, or items that you would like to see in print, here
is the opportunity.
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views. ■ ! i
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you. - _ _
Around The Campus
By Anne and Lewis
Dawson is being quite gay, dat
ing “many” women and taking
long walks in the gorge (in day
light no less) . . . Tudy’s parties
were a great success . . . “bird
legged Tarzan” Thomas carries
a clipping of his hero, Elvis, close
to his heart . . . “Gazelle” Minhin
nick shouldn’t wear his heart on
his sleeve . . . Jerry poked a few
more - holes in his nose and went
to the Mardi Gras as a saxaphone
. . . “Wilt” and McGoo” love their
“Sugar Daddies” . . . The fickle
finger of fate points again .at
Tony Krainski . . . Dave Barnett
and Bob Metzgar don’t seem to be
members of the pacifist movement
... “Rocky” and Schutte . . “Mutt
and Jeff” . . . Bob Makufka
spends most of his time practic
ing the accordion and combing
his curly locks . . . Dick Janv
leski’s attitude towards life—“ Last
year I was conceited, but this year
I’m perfect” . . . Congratulations
to the winners of the Interpretive
Reading Contest. Karole, Sandy,
Evelyn, and particularly Betsy are
looking forward to their trip to
campus ... Beth Margolis is now
working at Bell Telephone. Why
doesn’t she follow Summerville’s
precedent and visit us once in a
. . . everyone misses her
smiling face . . . Say now, did
you "see Micque dressed like a
professional businessman each
time he returns to Behrend? . . .
Our Miss Tully is on the warpath
again. One arm made no differ
ence in her new persuit—interior
decorating . . . Attempts to arouse
Mrs. L. with a fire alarm failed,
but whispers have her running
. . . Judy has been playing mid
wife to Renita’s fish . . . Dee,
Myma, and Jan Hack, arrived
“home” late one eve . . . How did
Marge contact “Mono”, the kiss
ing disease? . . . and what’s this
sudden profusion of broken arms
. . Bill, Janie, and Sus? . . .
As usual, the faculty arouses
many interesting questions . •
We congratulate Mr.
. . . Miss Baer is entertain
ing some mysterious man . . .
Mr. Bair is having Austin-
Kealy blues. Tickets for speed
ing and grease in the hair
are not relished by the avid
sportsman . . . Mr. Hover had a
near flood at his cottage when
both of his tropical fish aquar
iums sprang a leak at the same
time . . . Rumors have it that
Mr. .Lane would like to produce
a Greek play around the pool.
Sounds great! . . . Mrs. Falken
hagen is pleased about all the new
books the library is receiving this
semester . . . How did the -..empty
bottles get into the Mem
orial Room?? . . • Poor Jay must
be dreadfully busy this semester
as his personage is rarely seen
around campus. Mr. Patt, you’re
cruel! . . . Good heavens! What’s
all this co-ed popularity, Curly?
All the girls want a date with
you, and either Perry, McKen
zie, and McCarter are scared of
girls or tight-wads . . . Jim, how
about giving dancing lessons to
a few of us around here . . Then
there’s Chop and his harem . . .
What’s Dusty’s attraction in Erie
and his decline in popularity with
the dorm girls? . . by the way,
what happened to Willy? . . .
■Tim McAdoo’s wife is expecting
. . Coates and Mytinger.are giv
ing free matrimonial advice. Shall
we all enroll in the course? . . .
Congratulations to 'Ange. He and
Ann plan an October wedding . . .
The mysterious Miss Nixon is' not
a Miss, but a Mrs. How about
that? . . . Campbell’s dishes are
delicious—ground meat!
THE N ITT ANY CU
Interview James McCarthy. Well
it sounded like a simple enough
task. Little did I dream how wrong
I Could be.
First of all, it appeared I would
never be able to catch him with
any free time. When I finally did
corner him, it was on his lunch
hour But before I got a chance to
say, “Tell me about yourself, ‘Cur
ly’, (as his friends call him), he
was off to answer a question about
the Mardi Gras. Co-chairman of
the Mardi- Gras, “Curly” was also
in charge of several social events
last year. Returning to the table,
which was cluttered, with wax pa
per, lunch bags, coffee cups, and
cigarette butts, he informed me
that we’d have to hurry as he had
a class the next period.
So amidst the clamor of dishes
and interjections from his fellow
Tech students, this is what I un
covered about Jim McCarthy.
' Born October 7, 1930, in Erie,
Pa., Jim is of Irish stock as his
name indicates. And he admits
that he also has the temper as
sociated with the Emerald Isle.
Standing six feet without shoes,
and weighing approximately 200
pounds, he has blue eyes. Much to
his anguish his hair is—well, al
most all. gone.
Attending the Sacred Heart,
Roosevelt, and Academy Schools,
and graduating from the latter in
1949, he recalls clearly that at the
age of fourteen he ran away from
home. Naturally he returned, and
since he is still single, lives with
his parents today. The youngest of
three boys, one who is a forest
ranger, and the other a jet pilot,
“Curly” hopes someday to marry.
(“At least before I’m sixty,”- he
confides.)
Employed at the Kerher Tool
<& Die Co. for the past four years,
“Mac” (another of his nicknames)
G. Baker
Laughter reached my ears as II
sauntered past the classroom.
“What in the world,” I thought,
“is go.'ng on?” Glancing into the
room I saw the instructor chuckl
ing along with the students.
Allen W. Bums had just told an
other of his numerous anecdotes
to his history class. In addition
to history, Mr. Bums "also teaches
political science and is presently
working toward his doctorate. For
this degree he is witting a book
on Lester F. Ward which, he con
fides, is going at an aggravatingly
slow pace since teaching to him
is not a part-time job.
Bom and educated in Colorado
Springs, Colorado, he was gradu
ated from Colorado College (an
honor student) with a B. A. de
gree. The following four years
were spent in the Army where
he attained the rank of captain.
While serving in Europe,, he
taught illiterate soldiers to read
and write.
Returning to the states, he ob
tained his Master’s at Columbia
University.
' This is Mr. Burns’ first year at
Behrend, having previously taught
for one and a half years at Ober
lin and for four years at Wooster,
both colleges located in Ohio. His
students here can well appreciate
his conception of the “ideal” 1 lec
ture, i.e. “one in very short blocks
broken by well-placed quotes and
quips.”
Behrend Cent
by Betsy Seanor
MEET YOU
By Rita Anderson
r Presents ...
“Curly”
plans to continue there after
graduation this spring.
Stationed in Alaska for eighteen
months out of his two-year hitch
in the Army, he served as a fire
control specialist. His hobby is
sports basketball, bowling, and
hot-rods. During the summer he
cruises on a yacht—belonging to
his boss. Suddenly one of the
D. D. T. guys whispered in my ear,
“Get him to tell you about the
time he was charged with vag
rancy because he slept on the
beach.” So I listened as he nar
rated the episode which also en
tailed a burning bread truck. As
fast as the truck driver was throw
ing out rolls and pastry, Curly and
his buddies were pitching them in
to his car.
His tastes in music run along
the popular vein, while Glenn Ford
and Ann Blyth are his favorite
movie stars. He likes his women
“cool, calm, and collected.” As far
as food is concerned, “Curly” is a
meat-and-potatoes man.
Always having some kind of a
“deal” brewing, he can be heard
shouting,'“Lots of Luck.”
To use your three favorite
words, we say, “Lots of Luck”,
“Curly.”
R. FACULTY
Allen W. Bums
Engaged to Nancy Thomas, a
speech teacher at Wooster College
in Ohio, Mr. Bums considers his
bethrothal in ,1956 one of the
dates that history scholars should
remember.
He makes his home here on
campus. He is a staunch Demo-
crat —one need only ask, to learn
the “awful truth” about past Re-
publican administrations.
Because ,of his sense of humor,
and his knowledge in the field of
history, Allen Bums, is one of
Behrend’s favorite instructor^.