Friday, May 20, 1960
Behrend Terra Firma
By NOBRU
We understand the “snow fence”
went traveling Friday night, and
that “Blaze” didn’t burn the mid
night oil with his hooks anyway.
It seems that M. F. was hit by
a pleasant surprise Sunday after
noon.
Howdy, Charlie What about
that deposit at Dave’s party?
Jack has been keeping the tele
phone line to Butler burning lately
—but Ira was out.
Mac, we all love your hot shirts.
Hey Janice, you seem to like that
new piece of jewelry that you have
acquired. Especiously since you
wear it every day!
Haven’t seen Egor around here
lately, have you Beverly?
Two gi-eat forces are developing
in the dorm which will come to
heads Friday afternoon.
Oh, you’re not going to English
class, either?
Those Bermuda shorts of Dave’s
aren’t what they'used to be.
Makes matters easier without the
brace, huh Barb?
Say Ike, who is Alice?
P. R. hasn’t been creating any
scenes lately—Litch.
Dave Aitken, what did you do
to Dave Kendall’s record player?
Kip has a promise to keep—her
prom is May 22nd, isn’t it?
Will Betsy ever decide about the
prom?
Dave Eller is developing his mu
sical talents in Zoo. Lab playing
“It Only Hurts for a Little While”
on his frog’s small intestines.
Looks like Mary and Les are the
new couple among the D. D. T.
students.
FINAL EXAMINATION SCHEDULE FOR SPRING SEMESTER 1960
SAT., MAY 28 MON., MAY 30 TUBS., MAY 31 WED., JUNE 1
IE 803—Rm. 204 E Mclx 811 IE 805 800—Rm 202
8:15 A.M. com 31—Em. 203 PI Sc. 3 Econ 2 Com 5
Sp 2—Rm. 102 Math 2
Engl. 3 EE 806 Chem 4 Hist 20
10:30 A.M. Mrs. Falken- Ger 1 IE 811
hagen's Class - EE 802
(46)—Rm. 204
Mr. Kholos Class •
(27) —Rm. 201
(22)—Rm. 203
(13)—Rm. 102
Mr. Hover's Class
(10)—Rm. 105
EE 805—Rm. 201 Psy 21 EE 811 Phil 1
1:15 P.M. CE 861—Rm. 105 Phys 235 Math 41
EE 808—Rm. 102 Math 42
Music 6 —Rm. 204
~,n E Lit 2—Rm. 204 En gl 1 Zool 25 Chem 2
3. P.M. Bot 2 —-Rm. 201 Fr 4 Chem 5
Acctg 2
Acctg 3
Doc Smith: “Now watfch the
Jack: “If I kissed you, would blackboard while I run through it
Unless otherwise noted all final examinations will be held in Erie Hall, you call for help?” once more.”
Phyllis, who is your new friend?
Seems there was a B. C. huddle
Tuesday night at the dorm. Won
der if mission will be accomplished.
Now Marcia, why are green
Chevys so much better than Pon
tiacs?
It appears as though a certain
dorm girl doesn’t mind being
brought back early.
Linda and Skip are giving each
other “grief” lately. Linda is cov
ered with poison ivy, and Skip tore
some muscles in his shoulder at
Penn State-Behrend baseball game.
How many girls now belong to
“We nominate Jim Altman for
oblivion” club?
Did anyone notice the ’59 Cadil
lace Dave Nelson drove to school
last Tuesday?
Ann Ring announced lately that
Hal “Mac” Newcomer has a 7-
week - old baby. Congratulations
. . . what a mildly pleasant sur
prise.
Why the smashed thumb, Carol?
Who were you escaping from?
John, Tom- or is it Tom, John
that is the question—right, Betsy?
Linda Steiner, Marianne Fedu
niak, Mary Lloyd, and Jeannie
Chambers are the honarary cheer
leaders for the Behrend baseball
team. This honor was bestowed
since the girls have followed their
boys to all the out-of-town games
to cheer their team on to victory.
We are going to take this oppor
tunity to say so long to all the
Sophomores in the two-year course.
It sure has been fun knowing you,
and we extend our heartiest wishes
for good luck in all you do.
Williams Meets Williams
By LINDA ANNE WILLIAMS
Congenial, charming gracious.
No adjective can quite describe
Roger Wiilliams. Known to mil
lions through his records, concert
tours, and television appearances,
the person is as real and warm as
the performer.
A few days ago I had the ex
treme pleasure of meeting and
talking to. one of today’s finest per
formers,'-pianist Roger Williams.
This came about when I visited
the Cleveland Music Hall to hear
him play. As I was waiting for
the performance to begin, I had
the spur-of-the-moment idea to do
a personality sketch of Roger Wil
liams for the “Cub”. I must admit
that at the time I didn’t really
think I would have the opportunity,
but I was determined to try. Dur
ing intermission I asked an usher
how to get backstage. Then I re
turned to my seat, plotting my plan
of action. However, at the end of
his performance, to both my pleas
ure and dismay, Mr. Williams an
nounced that he would be happy
to meet his fans in the lobby after
the show. Now, I thought, al
though I might be able to get his
autograph, I would never be able
to get an interview.
After waiting with his crowd of
fans, I finally reached him. When
he smiled and took my program to'
sign, I grew more nervous, but
managed to stammer something
about an interview for my college
paper. To my amazement he said
that if I would wait he would talk
to me.
While I stood waiting, I began
to observe more carefully the man
THE LAST WORD
By IRENE KELLY
The car sped off the highway,
went through the guardrail, went
down a cliff, bounced off a tree,
and finally shuddered to a stop.
A passing motorist, who wit
nessed the entire accident, helped
the miraculously unharmed driver
out of the wreck. “Good heavens
man,” he gasped, “are you drunk?”
“Of course,” said Dewey, “What
do you think I am, a stunt driver?”
“Sweetheart,” said Les to Mary,
“must we say goodnight?”
“No dear,” yelled Mrs. B from
the stairs, “wait a few minutes
and say good morning!”
I had come to see. As he greeted
his fans, his charming, congenial
personality glowed through. He
was gracious and friendly, and had
one of the warmest smiles I have
ever seen. To him, meeting- his
public wasn’t just scribbling his
name on a program or a piece of
paper but meant, rather, chatting
with his fans and shaking hands
with them. He also signed Moth
er’s Day cards and birthday cards,
urged mothers to make their chil
dren keep practicing the piano, and
complimented several ladies on
their spring hats.
Later, when I asked him how
he had decided to meet his public,
he told me that it was the result
of the time when as a boy he had
stood waiting at the stage door in
the cold for 45 minutes to meet the
famed concert pianist, Paderewski.
However, when the famous per
former appeared, he was surround
ed by five bodyguards and young
Roger never got near him. It was
then that he decided that if he ever
became a concert pianist he would
meet his public.
I asked him what his opinion was
of music in general, and he replied
that he thought there was a time
and place for all music, that none
was better than the other; and,
although his favorite composer was
Bach, his personal musical tastes
ranged from classical to popular
and jazz compositions. He also
added that to him “the 3 B’s are
Bach, Beethoven and Bartok.”
As we talked, I was more and
more impressed with his congenial
personality, for Roger Williams is
one of the rare pleasures that hap
pen in the world of “show biz”.
Ira: “Do you need help?”
Diane: “Would you put your
self out for me?”
Todd: “Certainly!”
Diane: “Then close the door as
you go out.”
Tom Fye, as he picked up Nancy
Jo for the prom—
Nancy Jo: “Do you like my new
evening dress? I feel that nothing
is more becoming.”
Tom: “I have no doubt of that,
but wouldn’t that be going a little
too far?”