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Creator: Rousseas, Stephen
Date: September 28, 1988
Text: E 9’ 5 F E 1 \- 1 I _.-i-..~..,_,e '-ﬁ#§<-Ir~'"€§-_ 1 , x \ \ ‘Y ' i » Vassar College Faculty Meeting September 28, 1988 I N M E M O R I A M Eugen Loebl 1907 - 1987 Eugen Loebl was born on May 14, 1907 in the village of iwlic, in the Hungarian part of the Austrian Empire. After World War I it became a part of the newly created nation of Czechoslovakia. He started his education in Holic and then went on to study in Vienna, two and a half hours away, at the muversity for...
Show moreE 9’ 5 F E 1 \- 1 I _.-i-..~..,_,e '-ﬁ#§<-Ir~'"€§-_ 1 , x \ \ ‘Y ' i » Vassar College Faculty Meeting September 28, 1988 I N M E M O R I A M Eugen Loebl 1907 - 1987 Eugen Loebl was born on May 14, 1907 in the village of iwlic, in the Hungarian part of the Austrian Empire. After World War I it became a part of the newly created nation of Czechoslovakia. He started his education in Holic and then went on to study in Vienna, two and a half hours away, at the muversity for welthandel (World Commerce) and later completed Ins economics studies in Prague at Charles University, where he .i~ ﬂso subsequently taught. 9 Although Eugen came from a religious background, he was not a"pratiquant," and unlike his brother who was an ardent Zionist, i. Iugen went directly into politics. As a child he had noticed the gqabetween peoples‘ religious beliefs and their acts. And in jﬂm political sphere, the acts of cowardice and accommodation to g, 1‘ sﬂm rising Nazi movement were even more troubling. In Vienna he »~ .4 Imechoslovakian communist party because it was the only group and other Jewish students were beaten by brown-shirted Nazis who - \ ~ﬂm1ked the halls of the university. He was shocked that this 9: kmﬂd.be allowed to happen, and in his mid-twenties he joined the #1 . ( *‘ >< Q "ﬂmt was seriously resisting the rise of Naziism. *1; S Eugen was a very bright young man and he rose quickly within Hm party's ranks. By the time of world War II and the German . -hwasion of Czechoslovakia in 1939, he found himself in London E I s Q v ;, i v E. l F W-Y,-,._..._., -“W 2 with the provisional Czechoslovakian government in exile, where he served as economic adviser to Jan Masaryk, the minister for foreign affairs, and in the immediate postwar years as representative of Czechoslovakia in the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration (UNRRA). Toward the end of the war, when the defeat of Hitler seemed inevitable, Eugen was sent from London to Prague in a roundabout way with plans for the new government. The path to Prague was via Turkey and then through most of the back part of Russia on train. On the last leg of the trip Eugen shared a train compartment with a Russian general who forced him to drink down toast after toast of vodka and black pepper to the Russian nation, to the Czech nation, to the armies, to the generals that led them, and on and on until Eugen became deadly sick. when he finally arrived in Prague, somewhat wobbly, he found the war had ended and the Czech exile government already installed. As close as Eugen had been to Jan Masaryk, he could never bring himself to discuss the death of his friend in the communist takeover of the Czech government -- whether he fell or was pushed out of the bathroom window. Whenever asked about it he went into a pained silence, and one soon sensed it was a topic not to be pursued. In the new communist government Eugen became deputy minister of trade. It was in this capacity that Eugen made a fatal mistake. The Czech government in exile had rovisionally agreed (at a time when Czechoslovakia was still '6 ccupied by Soviet troops) to provide the Soviet Union with O 3 uranium ore at cost plus 10 percent. After the war, in 1947, Eugen headed a Czech delegation that met with Foreign Trade Minister Anastas Mikoyan and Deputy Prime Minister Krutikov to renegotiate the terms of the earlier agreement. Eugen suggested that the Soviet Union pay Czechoslovakia at world market prices for the ore. That was the beginning of Eugen's downfall. Years later, after his release from prison and his rehabilitation as Deputy Governor of the Central Bank of Bratislava, Eugen asked his research staff to calculate the difference between the prices the Soviet Union actually paid and the world market price for uranium ore. For the period 1945 to 1965 the difference exceeded one billion dollars. The tragedy of Eugen Loebl is best explained by a book published early in the postwar years under the title The God That Failed, with Ignazio Silone, Arthur Koestler, Stephen Spender, and others as contributors. Eugen was arrested on November 24, 1949 and was brought to trial in 1952 along with Rudolph Slansky, the Secretary—General of the Czechoslovak Communist Party, and 12 other defendants. In the Slansky trial of 1952 Eugen saw his great hope, the thing he most believed in turned into an instrument of terror. He later came to think that the failure was built into the system of Marxism; that betrayal of the revolution was inevitable; that the system itself was fatally flawed and inhuman. And he spent the rest of his life making amends for his earlier beliefs by writing books and articles, by 4 testifying before Congressional Committees, and by taking to the lecture circuit in Spain, Germany, Switzerland, Brazil and India. Eugen set out the story of the 1952 Slansky Trial in his book Stalinism in Prague. In it he repudiated Koestler's thesis in Darkness at Noon, based on the trial of Nikolai Bukharin in 1939, that confessions were made out of a sense of party loyalty and political need. One confessed, according to Eugen, simply because one had no other choice. Of the fourteen defendants, eleven were Jewish. And of the 11 not one was a Zionist. Yet the accused were charged with conspiring to promote world Jewish domination and of trying to sabotage socialism in order to align Czechoslovakia with the West. The charges were espionage, high treason, and sabotage. All were regarded as “Trotskyite, Titoite, Zionist and bourgeois-national traitors in the service of the U.S. imperialists and under the direction of Western espionage agencies." All confessed after extensive grilling and torture by Czech and Russian interrogators. In particular, Eugen Loebl was accused of being an Israeli agent. The shipment of arms in 1947 to Israel from the Skoda plant in Czechoslovakia was seen as part of an international Zionist plot. Of the fourteen charged, only three survived -- Artur London, Vavro Hajdu, and Eugen Loebl. The rest were executed. Eugen spent eleven years in jail, five of them in solitary confinement. It was while in solitary confinement, with no books and no writing material at his disposal, that he began rethinking his Marxism and committing his new thoughts to memory. The 5 critical fault he found in Marxism was its dependence on a primitive labor theory of value based on manual labor. It was while in jail that Eugen devised his notion of "mental" labor, which became the basis of all his subsequent thought in the field of economics. - , ~ with the rise of Khrushchev to power and his repudiation of Stalin in 1956, rehabilitation became a possibility, but Eugen was not to be released from jail until five years later in 1961. For two years after his release he worked as a wrapping clerk and was not rehabilitated until 1963. At that time, Alexander Dubcek, the head of government, insisted that Eugen be given a responsible position in government. He was assigned by the bureaucracy to the central bank of Bratislava with the expectation that he would fail. Instead, he excelled and was shortly made deputy director of the bank. The "Spring Thaw" of 1968 saw the end of "socialism with a human face" and the brutal reimposition of Stalinism in the Eastern European countries. Russian tanks rumbled through Prague's Wenceslas Square in August of 1968 and Eugen fled to the West. It was on January 24, 1969 that President Alan Simpson announced the appointment of Eugen Loebl as Dexter M. Ferry, Jr., Professor of Economics and Political Science at Vassar College, where he stayed as a member of the economics department until his retirement in 1975 at the age of 68. He was an active member of the department of economics and a major participant in the Critical Thought program of Science, Technology and Society. He 1 \ F . i F l A \ v i & K . é \? \L i F ‘- F P F i ‘v 1 i I x w > I ,_ _4,__?_ v K > 2 % x } > : F. i 6 proved to be an inspiring teacher and his classes were extremely popular with the students. It was while at Vassar that he put down in writing his major thoughts on mental labor. His book Humanomics: How We Can Make the Economy Serve us -- Not Destroy gs was widely reviewed and endorsed by such prominent writers as Alvin Toffler, Peter F. Drucker and Michael Novak. It was a controversial book that recommended the doing away of income taxes, the imposition of stiff value added taxes on the products consumed by the rich, and placed human values at the center of the economy -— which in his view was done neither by capitalism nor by communism. Above all, the one thing he most wanted was to remove economists from the center of decision making. "I think all economists," wrote Eugen, "should be given five years of solitary confinement. Half of them might radically rethink their ideas, and the other half would at least be out of circulation where they could do no harm." V His biggest success was in India in 1978 where Prime Minister Moraji Desai not only endorsed the book but was photographed prominently holding it out for the benefit of the photographers -— and the book. So much publicity was received Eugen's ideas in India that a group was formed to promote them (which still continues to function), and the Dalai Lama invited Eugen to visit with him. It turned out the Dalai Lama was interested in combining the religion of Tibet with the teachings of Marx -- in the hope of finding some way of ending his exile in India by compromising with the Chinese communists. Eugen was by I v » I V 1 M » xi ‘x v. :4 I 1 r E I 5 E E 7 appalled by the idea and severely lectured the Dali Lama on the impossibility of doing so, as he did, on another occasion, to Marxist catholic clergy in Brazil on the impossibility of combining christianity with Marxism. But while he was in India his hosts were alarmed at his being constantly followed by agents of the Czech and Russian embassies -- so much so that they appealed to the Indian government for his protection. It was with considerable relief that his official host kissed him goodbye at the airport. In his retirement years, from 1975 to 1987, he attended a conference on human rights in Madrid and travelled extensively in Europe and Latin America. He also served as a consultant to Denison Mines, the world's largest uranium mine in Canada, run by the Slovakian multi-millionaire, Stephen Roman, with whom he wrote a book, The Responsible Society. Less than a year before his death, Eugen travelled to Vienna where a television documentary was being made on the psychological effects of his imprisonment and interrogation (The Confession). Eugen played himself in the documentary, and in prison uniform spent hours walking the prison corridors and reliving his past. The TV documentary was broadcast on June 13, 1987, two months before his death. It was also broadcast in the Czech language. The last project Eugen Loebl worked on was the problem of Peace and Freedom, to which he was convinced he had the answer. His views attracted considerable interest in West Germany, where his papers on peace and freedom are to be deposited, in India, 8 and among some deputies in France. All his other papers will be deposited at the Libraries of Columbia University. Eugen Loebl suffered his first heart attack in 1961, one week after his release from prison. He had a second, and minor, attack in 1983. With the passage of years he had, at times, difficulty in breathing, and in 1987 he decided to undergo bypass surgery at the age of 80. He went into it with courage and was sure that it would turn out all right. He made rapid progress the first two weeks after the operation, but the trauma of the operation, in conjunction with his diabetes, proved too much. He died at home in New York on August 8, 1987, leaving behind a son in Switzerland from his first marriage, and his second wife of eighteen close and very happy years, the artist, well known and well loved in Vassar circles, Greta Schreyer. The extraordinary life of an extraordinary man had come to an end. Throughout his life, Eugen was "engagé." He was not content to sit on the sidelines watching developments from the safety of his classroom, as so many academic "seminar Marxists" are want to do. He was a warm and caring man who, though "engagé," never allowed his critical faculties to be subordinated to an external dogma. To have known Eugen was to have basked in his warmth, his bubbling enthusiasm, and his eternal optimism and belief in the possibility of a better world. Respectfully submitted For the epartment of Economics Stephen Rousseas
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Creator: Brown, Robert D., Stout, Edith C., Beck, Curt W.
Date: September 1988
Text: Memorial Minute Michael J. Tremelling Michael Tremelling died last June at the age of forty—two. For a decade and a half his life had hung by a thread and that thread was getting thinner and thinner. He knew that, but he used what time he had to do his work, to raise his children and to show more concern for others than for himself. when he lost his last battle, his friends, colleagues and students lost the most remarkable man they are ever likely to know. Michael Tremelling was born on...
Show moreMemorial Minute Michael J. Tremelling Michael Tremelling died last June at the age of forty—two. For a decade and a half his life had hung by a thread and that thread was getting thinner and thinner. He knew that, but he used what time he had to do his work, to raise his children and to show more concern for others than for himself. when he lost his last battle, his friends, colleagues and students lost the most remarkable man they are ever likely to know. Michael Tremelling was born on October i4, I945, in Rigby, Idaho. In his undergraduate years, at the Idaho State University, he was the junior member of joint faculty—student research that resulted in his first two publications. This early experience shaped his later professional life as a chemist and as a teacher of chemistry: he was never happier than when he worked with his Vassar students in the laboratory. Mike did his graduate work at Yale, where he earned Master's and Doctor's degrees in physical organic chemistry and then went on to Cal Tech for a year of post—doctoral research. -1- it was during that year that both his kidneys failed and were replaced by a kidney given him by one of his sisters, Jeanne. when Mike applied for an appointment at Vassar early in 1974, he sent along his cu/‘r/‘cu/um wfae on which the entry "Health:" read “Good; kidney transplant May 1973". That laconic assessment reflected his determination more than his optimism. He knew, as we did, that the health of a transplant patient is never simply "good". The drugs administered to prevent the body from rejecting the alien organ inevitably weaken the entire immune system. Even a trivial infection like the common cold constitutes a threat to life. in addition, these drugs cause progressive deterioration of the bone structure. Both of Mike's hips had to be replaced with steel and plastic not once but twice, and during his last stay in the hospital, he faced a third hip replacement, a drug-resistant infection, and a second kidney transplant. That proved to be more than even his tenacity could overcome. Mike had a fierce and dogged will to live, not for the pleasures life afforded him, for those were few, but for his work which he loved, and for his two young sons, Christopher and Jonathan, whom he loved more and for whose custody he had fought a long and wearying battle. Most of his energy went into his work, and he was good at it. _ 2 _ He was a demanding teacher, and a generous one. He was always ready to help students who were honorably struggling with chemistry, and even more so to guide those who wanted to explore it beyond the context of the introductory course. But he had no patience with students who did not try to do their best. For someone who as a matter of course worked to the limit of his capacity under trying circumstances, - who painfully dragged himself to class on crutches and taught with an overhead projector from his chair when he could no longer stand on his feet, - it was incomprehensible and infuriating that there were hale young people who could not be bothered to put their best effort into their own future. At the center of Mike's professional life was his research. Characteristically, he was only interested in difficult problems. He carried out work in three distinct areas of physical organic chemistry: solid-state reactions at high temperatures, steric requirements of physiologically active molecules, especially morphine analogues, and the mechanisms and kinetics of free-radical reactions. His substantial and highly original contributions to these fields have been published in more than a dozen papers, several of them in journals that accept only work of unusual and fundamental importance, like fez‘/"a/lea’/"an Letters and the rapid communications section of the ./0uma/ of 2‘/re Amer/‘can C/?6‘/77/Z‘8/ Social‘;/. His work was supported by grants from the Petroleum Research Fund, the Research Corporation, and the National Science Foundation. He worked and -3- published jointly with two colleagues in the department and, above all, with his students. To a deeply engaged scientist, teaching and research are indivisible: the most effective teaching and the most exciting learning are done when a student and a teacher strive together to trace the lines of order and of beauty in Nature's tapestry. The students who had the good fortune to work with Mike in the laboratory knew and loved him best, both as a scientist and as a man, and their lives have been profoundly changed by knowing him. it is easier to talk of Michael Tremellings work than to convey what kind of man he was. Few could live in such adversity and in virtually constant pain without falling into despondency, self -pity and an acceptance of defeat. That was not Mike's way. He staved off despair by setting aside what he could not change and putting his energy into what he could. If he was discouraged by what he called the rollercoaster ride of small improvements followed by large setbacks, he did not let it show. His health was not a subject of conversation he saw fit to open. As he lay immobilized on his bed for most of last winter and throughout spring, he would talk to his visitors about everything else but that, - about books he read, about college affairs, about national politics. His comments were often funny and always incisive and cuttingly to the point. He did not have the mind, — or the time, — to beat about the bush. Only when asked would he speak of his _4_ condition and then in such a matter-of-fact way that it seemed he was looking not at the ruins of his life but at a biochemical phenomenon he followed with detached interest. Then he would change the subject. The remarkable thing is our clear sense that he avoided speaking of his pain and of his prospects not to protect himself but to spare our feelings. There is no lack of large and noble words to describe Michael Tremelling. There is his genuine brilliance as a scientist. There is his unflagging courage that can only be called heroic. There is the enormous dignity with which he faced multiplying disaster. But at the core of all of these there is that rare and unfashionable quality called goodness. Wordsworth reminds us that the "best portion of a good man's life" are "his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love“. Yes, but not unremembered. All who knew Mike during his short life will remember him for however long we may live. September I988 Robert D. Brown, Department of Classics Edith C. Stout, Department of Chemistry Curt W. Beck, Department of Chemistry -5-
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Creator: Bergon, Frank, Brisman, Susan, Gifford, William
Date: April 6, 1988
Text: i k » z § VASSAR COLLEGE POUGHKEEPSIE -NEW YORK 12601 At a Meeting of the Faculty of Vassar College held April 6, 1988 the following Memorial for John Aldrich Christie, 1920-1987, was unanimously adopted: When John Aldrich Christie died last September, he was where lm wanted to be—-at his home in Vermont with his family. Born in Mmthampton, Massachusetts——the son of a Congregational minister—— MM reared in Connecticut and southern Vermont, John was an inveter- Me New Englander. Away at...
Show morei k » z § VASSAR COLLEGE POUGHKEEPSIE -NEW YORK 12601 At a Meeting of the Faculty of Vassar College held April 6, 1988 the following Memorial for John Aldrich Christie, 1920-1987, was unanimously adopted: When John Aldrich Christie died last September, he was where lm wanted to be—-at his home in Vermont with his family. Born in Mmthampton, Massachusetts——the son of a Congregational minister—— MM reared in Connecticut and southern Vermont, John was an inveter- Me New Englander. Away at college in Oberlin, Ohio, he read Ihnry James's Roderick Hudson as a cure for homesickness. He returned to New England to earn two M.A.s, the first at Wesleyan mm the second at Yale. In January 1946, as he was fond of say- hg, Helen Lockwood "plucked him out of Yale" to teach at Vassar. Heliked being close to Vermont. He jokingly told friends that lw had wanted this written into his Vassar contract: in the spring, ﬁning maple sugaring time, he would be permitted to leave for two weeks in Vermont. John received his doctorate in English and American literature hom Duke in 1955. Four years later as a Vassar associate pro- kssor'he was featured in a Pageant Magazine article entitled, ‘Q Professor to Remember: What Makes a Dynamic Teacher?" The wption under one photograph read: "Rapt meeting of minds: Freshman dass, teacher Christie, and poet Milton." With Yankee resignation ad good humor, John characterized the article as "a spoonful for Hm educational cause." "While not stirring me to my professional mes," John wrote, it "does Vassar and teaching no harm." V In his courses on American literature John relished teaching ﬂmt pantheon of New Englanders--Hawthorne, Melville, Dickinson, hmrson, and especially Henry David Thoreau who was the subject of hhn's book, Thoreau as World Traveler, published by Columbia Mdversity Press and the American Geographical Society in 1965. H was Thoreau's sense of the adventurous relationship between wserved and imaginative experience that stirred John's own sense ofhimself as a teacher and a person. The first principle of his waching was always that knowledge is not knowledge until it is uwerienced on the pulse. To him, as to Thoreau, the individual uwerience was primary. "No matter how mild the human adventure," hhn once wrote, "it can be made inestimable" by what one imagina- ﬁvely brings to it. _ 2 _ John's appetite for the human adventure was hard to forget, reflected again in his love of maple sugaring. When one visited him, in Vermont, during sugaring, the air was full of the smell of simmering maple sap. Maple syrup was used on and in everything-— toast, cereal, coffee, ice cream. The sheer energy and physical capacity of the man drew comment, especially if one should also happen to notice he had only one arm. A fall from the rafters of a neighbor's Vermont barn when John was a boy had left his arm badly broken. Infection and the lack of penicillin led to its amputation. John never considered himself handicapped, and neither would anyone who ever saw him splitting logs. Once, as he and a friend approached a toll booth while John was driving, the friend realized that before he could help in any way John had gotten out his wallet, paid the toll, shifted gears, and was leaving the toll booth while simultaneously putting away his wallet and steering with his knees. "Well," the friend thought, "if John is doing it, it must be all right." At Vassar John seemed to serve at one time or another on virtually every faculty committee on campus. He was president of the Faculty Club, when there was a faculty club, from 1947 to 1949. With his first wife Dorothy Sexton Christie, and their three sons, David, John, and Roderick, he brought visiting writers together with students and faculty in his home. In 1951 when he became a Cushing House Fellow, his family became the first faculty family to live in the dormitories. The classes of 1951 and 1963 chose him as their Class Advisor. For nine years he served as an officer in the American Association of University Professors, ranging from president of the Vassar chapter to member of the National Council. He was one of a three—man AAUP investigating team which in 1966 charged the trustees and administration of St. John's University h1Jamaica, Queens, for violation of academic freedom in their dis- missal of thirty—one professors. He enhanced Vassar's financial aid program by creating the position of student research assistant, initially training students himself and paying them out of his own pocket. When John joked about getting money for such projects, his friends could recognize his deft ability to poke sly verbal fun at himself or the institution he was so devoted to. When he was serving as a consultant to Nyack High School in the early sixties, he told Vassar he would need traveling expenses. "How much?" he was asked. '%etween twenty and thirty dollars," he said. Then, John would say, ‘T got a check for twenty—one dollars." John felt proudest of his contribution to multidisciplinary education at Vassar. From the time of his arrival at Vassar he was involved in what was then called the Related Studies Program h1American Culture, a program which collapsed in the mid—l950s for hck of funding. In 1972, John was able to regenerate the program by successfully directing a portion of Helen Lockwood's bequest wward its financial support. As the first director of the v > K 1 V I 1 > k \ 1 k _ 3 _ multidisciplinary program in American Culture, John gave shape to many of the distinctive goals and innovative principles of team- teaching that now mark multidisciplinary education at Vassar. He saw the College as being at the forefront of this experiment in education, and twelve years after forming the Program, he saw ‘genuine multidisciplinary teaching" now quite "come-of-age" at Vassar. In the summer of 1977 John married Elizabeth Garrettson Warner and set off the following year for Greece where he taught as a Fulbright professor. He had previously made two extended trips to India, serving as a consultant to Indian universities on establish- ing graduate programs in American studies, and helping the Univer- sity of Delhi establish India's first doctoral program in American literature. He also visited the University of Kyoto and lectured in northern India, Nepal, Italy, and England. His appetite for new experiences remained strong. When in India, he lived in old Delhi, not the protected atmosphere of New Delhi. In Greece he learned Greek. It was in Greece that a melanoma was discovered on John's shoulder. He was subsequently given a fifty—fifty chance of sur- viving the year. Back in Poughkeepsie, a year later in 1980, his son Matthew was born. For the next five years he energetically continued teaching until he retired, on schedule, in 1985. After ﬂdrty-nine years of service to Vassar, or thirty-nine and a half, as he reminded everyone at his retirement dinner——no detail is too nmll for a scholar, he once said——he moved to Vermont where he and Mizabeth shared their love for the details of life in the house Hwy planned and built together. Visitors heard talk of books, maple sugaring, and music. He and Elizabeth had sung together in Um Christ Episcopal Church choir, and John group that sight—read madrigals. In one of he is happily watching his son Matthew play ﬂit to a colleague was a marvelous plastic Ms last advice, where to get another. His had the the bag sung in a Vassar last photographs piano. His last to collect maple sap last letter, dictated hlthe hospital, was his response to another colleague's book, ﬂﬁth he had just read in galleys. His last wish was to be at home Nth his family. "Our experiences tell us all," John once wrote, _ 'We'are the makers, the poets of our own experiences." Respectfully submitted, Frank Bergon, Chair Susan Brisman William Gifford
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Vi-vant om-nes vir-gi—nes, f V4vant et mu—li-e-res, Be-nae, la-bori-o—sae, Vi—vat et res-pub—li—ca, et quae il- Vi-vat no—stra ci—vi-tas, Mae—ce—na— Quae nos hic pro—te-git Pe-re-at tris-ti—ti-a Pe-re—at di—a—bo-lus, qui—vis an-ti At—que ir-ri—so-res, G§1Ld¢§24Lrnc»3 , pe—re—ant o-so—res, at-que ir-ri-so-res! li-bet, vi—vant memebra a-ci—les, for-mo-sae, Dul-ces et a-ma—bi-les, bo-nae , la-bori-o-sae! lam re-git: , quae nos hic pro-te-git! -bur-schi-us, ".%»§.m?A § FROM SENIOR SHOW: Let us all be joyful now While we're still around - (repeat) After youth, fertility After that, senility Then we'll li-ve in the ground (repeat) \ 4 Ir’./,‘\.’i2' \ J ,.,,u\! :. ¢f.“§_ ‘*~ .\ - ‘ . - "Q. s f'.~x \{ ' 3/""':.§‘ ‘ “ 3 '.'-/ 1% I W \ \. *5. “key-¢ D U V\¢f'¢ .4n’ I “A . ,~e’4/ ~ 76‘ , $,*..v=’'.£aM.<.., -. .7.s\"".;“‘ —J WHERE, OH, WHERE Where, Oh, Where are the verdant Freshmen? (3 times) . . . .Safe now in the Sophomore class. _ ;' They've gone out from Baldwins Hygiene (3 times) ‘ ,§ . . . .Safe now in the Sophomore class. :9 {X 2. ....Silly, silly Sophomores,.... ;?&=: ....Safe now in the Junior class. ’ I / They've gone out from Dickey's Music ,. ,3 ' ' Safe now in the Junior class. 3. Where, Oh, Where are the dnmken Juniors? (3 times) . . . .Safe now in the Seniors class. b They've gone out from Lockwood's English, etc. 4. Where Grave Old Seniors, Safe now in the wide, wide world, They've gone out from their Alma Mater Safe now in the wide, wide world. ‘_ , 5. Funny‘, funny, faculty ._ Safe now in their trundle beds, I‘-‘-"-Q‘ They've gone out from Poughkeepsies Movies '1"- Safe now in their trndle beds. an-° A , 03“ O ‘Y,’ I Fhncl 1:3,’; /-\ ~. \n\ '. 7': s" r‘ .~\.,._,’. \ 3-] FLING THE BANNER WIDE ’ ' Fling the banner wide! O'er the towers v let it wave. And as we march comes the sound of singing, T'hrough the valleys ringing. Let the echoes resound - send back the sound Of the ever swelling chorus: Hail Alma Mater, Oh Vassar 1?. . ’ / ~:. hail to thee. S2. Ua44a¢, lb l3¢a4£*1 VASSAR IN BEAUTY DWELLING Vassar in beauty dwelling Through all the changing year; Hail to thee, Mighty Mother, Lovely, serene, austere. Praise we thy bloss'ming springtime, Rose red thy June we praise; Crimson and gold thine autumns, Crystal thy winter days. Vassar enthroned on beauty, Glad in thy gates we throng; Mother of all our dreaming, Lifting to thee our song. Glorious do we behold thee, Gleams on thy head a star; Thine eyes survey undaunted The flaming worlds a—far. Long are thy dreams, 0 Mother, Dreams are we taught of thee; Touched with thy sprit's beauty, Kindling our lives to be. Vassar enthroned on beauty, Glad in thy gates we throng, Mother of all our dreaming, Lifting to thee our song. PEACE I LEAVE WITH You Peace I leave with you, my peace I giV€ Unt0 YOU‘ Not as the world giveth, give I unto you. . _ Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. Peace I leave with you, my peace I give Unt0 YOU- -LJM}: A\"“'- f 4. _5 ' . K‘! [] Q, A } B A! V! ’ E1] I, I )' |‘“ I I ‘V I 7 . W: = , ,4#r~I\~4 ,_ HARK, ALMAMATER Hark Alma Mater through the world is ringing, The praise thy grateful daughters bring to thee. O thou who dost hold the torch of truth before us, ‘A cross thy lawns we hear the magic song. 'Tis Vassar, our beloved Alma Mater, That stands for ever fair and high and strong. As we, thy children, pass from out thy portals, To scatter far and wide the seeds of right, May we be girt with pow'r and inspiration, And worthy be to raise the loyal song. 'Tis Vassar, our beloved Alma Mater, That stands for ever fair and high and strong. Joyous a host come thronging, Alma Mater, All seek the wisdom thou dost ever give. With rev'rence may they take thy name up on them, Send down the years the never ending song. 'Tis Vassar, our beloved Alma Mater, That stands for ever fair and high and strong. Eather Time Father time is a crafty man And he's set in his ways And we know that we never can Make him bring back past days So Vassar, while we are here Let's be friends firm and true We'll have a gay time A happy play time For we all love to play with you. '49 The cry of brave '49ers was "Golden days must be here." And though they all might have mined it, To-day you'll find it — right here. So at the end of our searching, A round of praise is in line, For all the memories of Vassar And for the class of Forty-nine! '48 Together with our spirits high Our only limit's the sky So Sing The Vassar Class of '48 Tho’ small in size we'll take the prize For we're the best and the last class In this college to accelerate. Ever since 1861 the rose and grey has . Never been outdone So let's renew our cheers for you and Once again celebrate Vassar Class of '48 ‘§§!:=!_$::uﬁ::: as/4633+‘ ‘r//r‘\~ I \.:;,— I '~‘ 'T1’h ‘€ir NJ I J Saga 5,», I?Qx .rh\ “;-14': g 4S\ YOU HAVEN'T STARTED TO LIVE Words and Music by Joan Weisman I9W1$CPHomORE PRRTV If you haven't known the ways of smoky cabarets, Or gambling dens wnere wine and women give, You haven't yet begun, To know what's really fun, You haven't started to live! known the lures of short, but gay amours, nk you've trained a temp'rate heart, You'll fi t at you've been wrong, Home's no where you belong, nd virtue is just a lost art. If you haven't And shoul‘ thi b You may contend that it's tragic for the soul, That there's no end where there isn't any goal. But fun's a passing bliss that you so often miss It slips right by like water through a seive So catch it on the fly, before it passes by, You haven't started to live. "You Haven't Started toéﬂive" \“\2| REUIMON Svow New Words by Javits: If you haven't known the joys of grownup girls and boys Who're gone a while and then come back to live, You haven't yet begun Supporting everyone, You haven't started to give! If you haven't spent a thou Upon their wedding vow, Their honeymoon and soon their baby's crib, You haven't known the glee Of total bankruptcy, You haven't started to give! You spend and spend. They have babies you adore, But there's no end.. They just kepp on having more. ,1 5 But l¥g¥{s-a passing bliss That you so often miss. It slips right by like water through a sieve So tell thaose kids byhy:”8Y£_uVE“ Before they bleed you dry. You haven't started to give, You haven't started to give! ‘2 $0’ -""-—“‘¢§_-» /”'§:E?§€if“§7 _ ’Kl\‘ 7;» .1"/y\‘ ( I J\‘ I.» o s \o 3'4 )«,_gf: -;.‘,k/ I\\ «',»\~ ‘Eég’ y 4N Ry‘: scr-xx»: _\A\,\11S W43 Scsrmcu PART)! THIS ISTHEDAYWEGOHOME THIS IS THE DAY WE GO HOME! AFTER WE VE GOI‘ OUR DIPIOMAS SHOW US THE WAY TO GO HOME. The cry Of brave forty niners was ‘GOLDEN DAYS MUST BE NEAR‘ AND OUR CELEBRATION OF THIS GRADUATION HAS MADE IT A GOLDEN DAY HERE! GONE ARE THE LABORS FOR Fs AND As GONE "LOVE THY NEIGHBOURS"! GONE ARE THE DAYS WE USED TO WONDER WOULD IT EVER BE TIME TO GO HOME FROM TENNESSEETO TACDMA WHO HAD A DIME TO CALL HOME? THOUGH THEY ALL MAY HAVE MINED IT TODAY YOU LL FIND IT RIGHT HERE SO LEND US THE WHEREWITHAL TO PAY THE FARE, WITH ALL SPEED WE WILL PAY IT BACK, DEAR. GONE ARE THE NO 1362 5;‘; . gem MIDNIGHT LIGHTS N JUST THINK OF OH» THOSE ~_ WONDERFUL NIGH'I‘S WE RE GONNA SPEND ASLEEP ,..;.‘~ ASSOONASITSTIMETOGOHOME 1|" ROURYEARSWEVEBEENINAOOMA -.-‘ ‘,1 SEEKING A WAY TO GO HOME , 3 NOW AT THE END OF OUR SEARCHING ‘f A ROUND OF PRAISE IS IN LINE ... .,. .. FOR AN INSPIRATIONAL, SUPER SENSATIONAL, EDIFICATIONAL TIME no GONE ARE THOSE PAINFUL 4,,’ ' BILLS IN ARREARS! "4, GONE THOSE DISDAINFUL 2,“: SLAP HAPPY YEARS WE SPENT INSISTING IT WOULD '\’, NEVERBETIMETOGOHOME -_.yr,._.\ THINK OF THE TIME THAT WE WASTED ‘gr’: WISHING THAT WE OOULD GO HOME \I __-.»..- WITH ALL OUR MEMORIES OF VASSAR 1§\\,_ ANDOFTHECLASS OF F$RTY NINE! 3. =' WE DIDN T KNOW HOW TO MEASURE ’ ,1 THOSE FOUR YEARS OF PLEASURE ~ AND TREASURE OUR LEISURELY TIME! ' WE DIDNT KNOW HOW TO MEASURE THOSE FOUR YEARS OF PLEASURE ' AND TREASURE OUR LEISURELY TIME! } ’ :5 97‘: ,_,: I CAN SEE YOU Mart‘ Rueéebksh I can see you every night :Aw\eqDH Just close my eyes and hold you tight gr|_q° I'll always follow wherever you go "°V'*'°"“*Y Do you love me or don't you know? I always want you by my side The beat of my heart made me decide Darling come back and see this through I'll always go on loving you. KRRWn3R ¢FiSKE Siwﬁivnww -. , _ \ 4 "‘*=~U\uCRD-3‘. I:i..LEN Sewny 7 SPREAD IT AROUND when I was a baby my mother told me "Art for art's sake is a good policy", I took her advice and soon after I found You should throw your bread upon the waters, Spread it, spread it around: So many have lines long enough to hang clothes But when I kiss I don't know where the nose goes. So I have devoted my life to my art. Men are fine, that's if you have the time to Spread it, spread it around: Damuist, expressionists the cubists and impressionists Are all in for1s of art. Eurrzalism gets me, but art never lets me T379 time off to spend on my heart. Now art is Just fine for the ballet brigade, And men who know have said that I could be made In thetzer, in opera, in any big town Art's for all so g_*v your all for art, Spread it, spread it around: 1’-{-. *._ __, ,4!’ —i.’ ' ’ -535$. F‘.-.—;'*i‘;."*‘\|I§ \L§¥.‘.“{2/_ \ A ‘-’--’-' ‘c’7||\\ o Senior Party. Spring 1947,, Here we are together, Together on our honey-moon; Who cares about the weather, All we‘ll do is spoon, and soon, Surrounded by people, We're still allalone, No more courtin' on the telephone. Now that life - expectancy Is reachin' eighty-five, That's not the real expectancy That keeps our love alive, Two-thousand eleven We‘ll still bill and”coo. Can't go on without lovin' you. CONEY, CC.\'E‘.’ ISLAND Cone Cone I That's the place for me Where bathing beauts in briefest suits Never see the sea Every red hot mama With her sugar dad Strolling down the boardwalk Flirts with every lad . Junior wants some ice cream Mother wants a tan Daddy wants a dancer Sister wants a man How about some pop corn? Come and see the babes Where the hell's the ocean? Haven‘t seen a wave‘ Coney, Coney Island That's the place for me Now listen kid I‘ve been around I‘ve been kinda giddy In Atlantic City But it's still Coney Island for me. Wadcvf ﬁgﬁb Sm. ml,-.w~ \q H‘! SUP»-Ach'\cRE P{:R*r-y \DC‘\D~‘> B Y: MAGNOLIAS IN YOUR EYES mumc B.‘/3 I can be the bravest man In a cavalry or ten I can face a whole brigade without a rise. But my heart within me balks And I cannot even talk When I see magnolias in your eyes I have kept the upper hand with a savage pirate band I have made my way through armies in dusguise, But I cannot save myself When I see magnolias in your eyes. I could live a year or two In the depths of he bayou I could kill an octopus of any size I can do most any feat But my boldness must retreat When I see magnolias in your eyes. COO We have steered our bikes with skill Up and down on Skinner Hill Nearly fast enough for an Olympic Prize Now we jog a little ways and we're limping several days still we've got magnolias in our eyes. With Miss Mosscrop and MIss Timm We did cartwheels int he gym At lacrosse and soccer got our exercise But our swayback further curves With arthritis and pinched nerves Still we've got magnolias in our eyes. Vassar Devils took us much To the Drug and to the Dutch Th we'd eat two pizza pies of any size NowA ake one spoon of cream and we bul at every seam Still we've got magnolias in our eyes. We'd play bridge for half the night Then start papers we must write Typing on until the sun began to rise Now we drink a glass of wine Fall asleep at 10 to 9 Still we've got magnolias in our eyes. We could live a year or two And we hope that's what we'll do But before we must start saying our goodbyes One more course ma: e survive.... Geriatrics one oh five Still we've got magnolias in our eyes. I65. LcU\$'5 mY;_1\g \( '\\‘\: :‘«£.c ";‘.«,»>:-:~. ’ . ' \ ., a\\ »;,~’i’S\ S MANYOTHERSWAINS HAVE TOLD ~ —- A ‘ “ (Music & Lyrics by Joan Weisman) Love has been a well-known story,- '.’ - Known to many pairs of old, ‘iv And the words I want to tell you, Many other swains have told. J? ‘q_\5 9‘ So if I should say I love you, ,; ‘j, That you set my dreams aglow, gggé Though the words are over—used, dear, ‘ I They still mean I want you so. S ; Though I may not be a Humphrey Bogart, ’ '_Lf{ A Brummel or a Van, »; J Still I can have the one ambition To be your only man. Why must you be so indifferent? Must you be so very cold? When I'm longing so to tell you What many other swains have told. YOU'RE ESSENTIAL TO ME like a new bonnet An old English sonnet A cottage that's built by the sea like week—ends at beaches Sugar on peaches You're Essential To Me. like summer vacations A new book of rations The honey that's made by a bee like winter and firelight Summer and starli_ht You're Essential To Me. was so stunned when I met you -ow could it really be true? lo it have been accidental were the Fates in it too? dge goes with dummy ‘HI! 3711} C) () .3 U ‘I (I 5;. And England can't live without tea like mayor and campaign New Year's and champagne -9 ; -o ...‘-‘ ma \/To .31.‘. ‘SE LSSEI“- :. —~« «~- bji Tonw Imvﬂg. !C!“!'7 SC~f>!’1c\-nc RC-_ T-7Fu\Ty DRUMS THERE'S A PRIMITIVE URGE IN EVERYBODY! THERE'S AN ANIMAL SURGE IN EVERYBODY! IF YOU CAN.........NCT RESIST IT LOVE WILL COME LIKE THE BEATING OF A DRUM! THERE'S A SAVAGE BEATING IN EVERYBODY! A.TAITOO REPEATING IN EVERYBODY! IF YOU €AN.........NOT SUPPRESS IT LOVE WILL START LIKE THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART! THE FORCE COMELS YOU TO LOWER YOUR RESISTANCE! OF COURSE LOVE JUSTIFIES ALL YOUR EXISTENCEJ YOU LOSE ALL INHIBITION, INDIVIDUALITY! FUSE WILD DISPOSITION AND SENSUALITY! V THERE S A TOM TOM SOUDING IN EVERYBODY! AND A PULSE IS POUNDING IN EVERYBODY! IF YOU CANNOT RESIST IT LOVE WILL COME LIKE THE BEATING OF A DRUM. LOVE WILL COME! As Time Goes By ' “§‘1‘{"1s‘i’8r 3?: HX% Hupfeld like You must remember this, how boys begged for a kiss But settled for a sigh. And everyone was really shy But Time Went By. always Now when two people woo, there's nothing they won't do- And nothing's on the sly . No fundamental rules apply Since time went by. Moonlite and love songs, strictly out of date. Sreakers and flashers, movies to X rat. Woman needs man and neither one CAN WAIT To give the thing a try. Its not the same ols saga, their pot has made them gaga their coke has made them high. I think we had more fun in our day But time went by. a’ )3 %. rt .. . ,...:wwv.”.«VﬁI. /.o....s-.Iés\ ...u.. .u.\ 2. ‘I$/W /..- II. \/Q33 "F \ \A/ a , , H ... \.,um.W..x.s“ \. 47”»... - ,..., aM..\/IM1.__7$// .\ CV .44. T,‘ Stein Song (University of l\‘Iaine) Fill the steins to dear old Maine, To the youth, to the fire, Shout till the rafters ringl To the life that is moving and calling us! Stand and drink a toast once againl To the Gods, to the Fates, Let every loyal Maine man sing— To the rulers of men and their destinies; Then drink to all the happy hours, To the lips, to the eyes, Drink to the careless days— To the girls who will love us some day! Oh- Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater, (llepeat chorus) The College of our hearts always. Copyright 1910 by Carl Fischer, Inc., New Yorl To the trees, to the skyl copyright renewed. To the spring in its glorious happiness, Desperado 1,9,7 \‘ 7‘ ‘ we 1, '9’ 7,; ? F .1 2 He was a desperado from the wild and woolly West, ,3; 7 l ' ll Ile came into Chicago just to give the West a rest. ‘ ’ l He wore a big smnbrero and a gun beneath his vest, ‘g-'_'<_ ' And everywhere he went he gave his war whoop. ‘ l . 9. ,5, He was a brave, bold, man and a—desperado, ’-(‘V From Cripple Creek, way down in—Colorado, c-ﬂ _ v _’_ And he walked around like a—big tornado, ' ’ AI “ And everywhere he went he gave his war whoopl ‘I 0, I He went to Coney Island just to take in all the sights, He saw the hootchic,-lcootehic and the girls dressed up in tights, “\ Ile got so darned excited that he shot out all the lights, ~.e_.‘.- I 7 And everywhere he went he gave his war whoop. I 17/ " I A great big fat policeman was a-wallcing do\vn his heat, Ile saw this desperado come a-walking down the street. Q . 1/. lle grabbed him by the whiskers, and he grabbed him by the seat, - ___‘-‘l C‘ And threw him where he wouldn't give his war whoop. 7’ 7 ' ‘ ;ai:-l”: I \\ I9. You can easily see she's not my mother, ’Cause my mother's over forty-nine. You can easily see she’s not my sister, 'Cause I never showed my sister such a wonderful time, You can easily see she’s not my sweetheart, 'C:mse my sweetheart's too refined. She's just a slip of a kid, she didn't know what she did; She's just a personal friend of mine. I With I Were a Wmlo Thugar Bun =55‘-'-'*=?FF}-‘F55 I with I were a wittle thugar bun, (thugar bun), I with I were a wittle thugar hun, I'd thlippy and I'd thliddy down cveryone's inthididie; ' I with I were a wittle thugar bun. I with I were a witllc cake of thope, (Cake of thopc) etc. I'd thlippy and I'd thliddy over everybody's hidie. I with I were a monkey in the zoo; I'd thit upon a thelf and I'd thquat my wittle thelf. I with I were a wjttle muthkitoc; I'd lmlhie and I'd hitie under everyhody's nightie. I with I were a lithie in the then; . I'd thwim around tho eute without a bathing thuit. I with I were a wittle thafety pin,‘ And everything that's buthtcd, l'd hold until I ruthlcd. I with I were a \vittle thlippewy woot; I'd thtick up in the twail, and I'd llop you on your tail. 20. I with I were a wittle hog of mud; I would ooze and I would gooze inthidc cveryl)o<ly's thuze. I with I were a \vittle can of beer; I'd go down with a Ilurp and come up with ah I with l were a wittle Englitli 'l'lipawwow; I'd thit up on a thteeple, and I'd thpit on all the people. I with I were a wittle kangaroo; I'd hippie and I'd hoppie inthide my mother's poekic. I with I were a thpoon of ('allu'r nil, I'd luhrir.-ate the chathies of all the lads and lathies. I with I were a wittle thriped thkunk, I'd thit up in the treethes, and perfume all the hrcethcs. 4 new nub‘ . OI. A II!‘ MID Ah-H jgu.gyp\pr. ~t'u. nun A u~-Au-vv g to-HD0075 an. nul- . F )1 VOUAII TIC‘ Oh, a Zulu king with a big nose ring, fell in love with a fair young maid, And every night by the pale moonlight, across the lake he came. Oh, a hug and a kiss for a Zulu miss, in the shade of the old palm tree, ‘ Whene’er they met, they sang a duct, and it sounded like this to me: Bar-rumph (kiss kiss) bar-rnmph (kiss kiss) bar-rumph ti (li a di aye, Bar—rumph, (kiss kiss) bar-rumph (kiss kiss) bar-rumph ti di a di aye. We'll build a bungalow, big enough for two, Big enough for two, my honey, big enough {or two, walla walla walla ‘ And when we're married, how happy we’ll be, Underneath the bamboo, underneath the bamboo tree, boomboom Boom, boom, boom boom boom boom boom boom! If you’ll be M-I-N-E mine, I'll be T-IIsI—N-E thine, And I'll L-O-V-E love you all the T-I-M-E time; You are the B-E-S-T best of all the R-E-S-'1' rest, , And l’ll L~O-V-E love you all the T-I-M—E time, ' . Wrap 'em up, stack ’em up, any old time. .~ .. .§ 3, . Sornebody’s been here giving lessons in love; It lacks that inspiration sent from Heaven above, walla walla walla Oh, that kiss you gave me sure was a winner; You're no beginner, 'cause somebody's been here before. You're second-hand. '..".,r‘-C .- e fin‘ Throw It Out the Window Qﬁks f ’ﬂ \ <2: 1 I 1—‘»‘!.’ ///. ‘ \ ~.—_.o / ’ / OHM tl"ll ;- . . ,. " I -roketéii if;p3l§i’,3'$:;‘X°1ZZ§.ié’,"'° °""""“"’ TQLK. -L .<.'t‘.l ‘V But when she got there the on board was ba ‘ ‘) \ - Anldlshe thrlew it out the windoliv. .‘ re’ vb ‘cep :1 ie wim ow, the second-stor wii l I r‘ 7" ' ‘ But when she got there, the ctrpyboard bare TM kl Horne And she threw it out the window. I l‘- 21. Drunk last night, drunk the night before; Coin’ to get drunk tonight like I never got drunk before. For when I'm drunk I'm as happy as can be, ' For I am a member of the souse family. Singin' glorious, glorious, One keg o' beer for the four of us. Clorybe to God that there are no more of us, For one of us could drink it all alone. All alone (damn near), all alone (damn near), Glory be to God that there are no more of us, For one of us could drink it all alone. (Tune "C") Oh, when you hear the roll of the big bass drum, Then you kno\v that the Dutch have come. The Dutch Company is the best company That ever came over from the old country. There's the Amsterdam Dutch and the Rotterdam Dutch, The Pottsdam Dutch and the C-- d--- Dutch. lagged But Right Then there's the Irish, but they're not much, But they're a damn sight better than the G-- d-- Dutch. ’ Oh, why do we go with the girls so much, When we could drink beer with the C-- d--- Dutch? When a Greek meets a Greek it's a restaurant or two; When a Dutch meets a Dutch it's a keg of lager brew. (Tune "A") Singin' glorious, glorious, etc. (Tune "D" ) , t " Oh, they had to cart Carry to the ferry, And the ferry carriecl Carry to the shore. And the reason that they had to carry Carry, Was that Carry couldn’t carry any more. (Follow this with "Sweet Eveline") I just called up to tell you that I'm ragged but right, A thief and a gambliu' woman, drunk eve.ry night. C I order porterhouse steak three times a day for my board, 'l‘hat’s more than any ordinary gal can afford. I got a big handsome man to play around at my feet, A big electric fan to keep me cool when I sleep. For I'm a ramblin' woman, a gambliu' woman, and Lord am I tight, I just called up to tell you that I'm ragged but right. Oh, How He Lied I) u’. the sat down beside her and smoked his cigar, -He told her he loved, but oh, how he liedl Smoked his cigar, smoked his cigar. He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar, Smoked his cigar-r-r. She sat there beside him, and played her guitar. She told him she loved him, but she did not lie. ‘ 5—Thcy were to be married, but she ups and dies. 6~—lIc went to the funeral, but just for the ride. 7—She went up to heaven, and flip-flop she flied. 8——Ile went down below her, and sizzled and fried. 9—The moral of this tale is never to lie. l0—Or you, too, may perish, and sizzle and fry. A l’«'rslun kitty, perfumed and fair, Sn-ollml out on a backyard fence for air When a tomcat, lean and lithe and strong, his I y and yuller, came a-strolling along. I In sniilcd at the perfumed Persian cat As she slrutted about with much éclat Ami a~thinlcin' the time to pass, I ie whispered, "Kiddo, you sure get class." " "i‘is iitten and proper," was her reply, ‘/‘\s she arched her whiskers over her e e. I am ribboned, sleep on illows of sil , Ami I daily bathe in certi ed milk. "But I'm not content with what I've got; ‘ I ought to be happy, but happy I'm not. I should be joyful, yes, I should indeed, For I'll have you know, I'm highly pedigreed." "Now, hark," said the tomcat with a smile, “You must trust in your new-found friend for a while. You must abandon your backyard fence, My dear, what you lack is experience." The joys of iivin he then unfurled As he told her ta es of the outside world; And then suggested, with a leering laugh, A trip for two down the primrose path. The morning after the night before, The cat came home at the hour of four, The innocent look from her face had went, And in its place was a smile of content. Two months later the kittens came To that Persian kitty of pedigreed fame; They were not Persian—they were black and tan- And she told them their pa was a travelin' man. He asked to hold my hand, I seriously objected. I knew the feeling was grand, but I might not be respected. He asked me for a hug. l .~«'rimIsly ohjmetcd. I knew the feeling was snug, but I might not be respected. Ile uskv-(l me for u kiss, l .-:«-n innsly uhjuclotl. I know the feeling was l»Ii~.~-;, but I might not bo rn.s'p¢'('iml. 23. ‘L ;.~ ITT" -\9 ¥‘}‘§ . fad.’ , . ,. __ I \\$..‘p N] 5'. Mb ""':’$: -:5 "‘.4‘3"'." «///a\'?—?F’(‘~r'r;7g~ \o ‘iii )«g«.fa_ 1»). H‘ 4,. \_g_ t IT WAS MIDNIGHT ON THE OCEAN -ls» silver ‘threads mmomqmq H It was midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was insight; While the sun was shining brightly, for it had rained all the night. 'Twas a summer's day in Winter, and the rain was snowing fast, As the barefoot girl with shoes on stood there sitting in the grass. It was evening and the sunrise was just setting in the west; And the fishes in the treetops were all cuddled in their nests. As the wind was bowing bubbles, lightning shot from left to right; Everything that you could see had been hidden out of sight. While the organ peeled potatoes, lard was rendered by the choir; When the sexton rang the dishrag, someone set the church on fire. "Holy Smokes!” the reacher shouted, as he madly tore his hair, Now his head resemhles heaven, for there is no parting there. THE VUL-GAR BCATMAN How I love mine boatman My very vu1ger°boatman He's just a Russian, dﬁtshin', Prussian, Russian from the sea. ~ When he comes from the ocean He smells like Scott's emulsion _ He's got that silky kind of oilskin What you love to touch. He calls me his moimaid I just love to be his slave His kisses upset me just like the ocean wave But I still I love mine boatman My very vulgar boatman« He's just a Russian, crushin', Prussian, Russian from the sea. Mary Ann McCarty (Tune: Battle llymn of the Republic) Mary Ann ML-Curly, she went out to dig some clams; ,-Mary Ann McCarty, she went out to dig some clams; Mary Ann McCarty, she went out to dig some clams, But she didn't get a single solitary clam. . All that Mary got was oysters, (three times) But she didn't get a single solitary clam. She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco bay. Glory, glory, what a helluva time she hadl " She went to all the parties that the Psi US ever had. All that Mary got was trench mouthl 2L£ ,,» é/’.—— ‘ﬁjﬁg -.>- 3 . AFTER YOU WORE A TULIP ‘ )3 \‘f"-“‘ Adam . . Oh, Adam was the first man before the world began V The Lord took mud and sand and from them He made man :““.J’~"- But Adam wasn't satisfied. He said, "I want a bride," ’ ‘ ,_ So the Lord took out a rib from Adam's side. You could tell them from each other by the clothes the other were 3&3‘ For ‘ v ’!s"“;, He wore tuli a big yellow tulip ':l'K~‘ n she wore a 1g red rose. - When they gfew older twas then he grew bolder ” ‘I From her head down to her toes ‘ _-‘,5’ They started apanic, said "The Lord was some mechanic .. '->’' when He made you from a rib from my side, 141‘- And if I ever want a harem up, I've got six more ribs to spare Him," ;‘&~.‘-£3?-’ And she blushed like a sweet June Bride. ‘ , ls’, - N.B.- - Beforesinging "Oh, Adam", sing one verse of "When you - -wore a tulip." '/,"\‘$ 1 ‘ ’ / ”\'~w_./4 o\\~_. ’A I .!:/‘7' ’ OH, WHEN THE MOON SHIIVES __',-1,5 Oh, when the moon shines, I want to hold somebody’s hand. _!4" Oh, when the moon shines, I begin 4I'~% to understand. _,.1<e Why all the little bees and all the ‘*W5- little bears never go in threes ; they always go in pairs. Oh, when the moon shines, I want to hold somebody's hand. Why all the little bears and all the little bees always go in pairs - they never go in'threes. . - W] '.'. M 4, ?§E1§—~‘L“js;? e//m\‘>:Fﬂ‘r?f 6;!’ vz YIELD NOT TO TEMPTATTON '7 -- . 4; ,. «§\ ’ ' ‘ -3; 1“ geild not to temptation, for flirting is sin, 7' ‘ gme sister will help you, her brother to win. .\‘.g/, F Sht manfully onward, dark passions subdue. Don't run after the boys girls let them run after We do. They don't. We sitagsb what. Some men argozliuxuzb! ;y,;\,1_ _;ﬁ ’$ v n‘ §L% E :3‘. . . _ §even Beers With the Wrong Woman \ ' . ;;&¢§f Seven beers with the wrong woman; - \, We sat at a table for two. "“ And the first thing I knew, she whispered, “f 4“ "Honey Boy, I could sure go for vou!" 4; Then my heart beat a little bit quicker, .".' - As-I fondled her sweet little hand° Sig‘ . I swelled up with pride, but oh boy, how she lied! ' I sure was a foulish young man. — J. .\*‘* , Seven beers with the wrong woman. g.‘L She asked me to get up and dance. .;4é Around and around we circled, I Til I felt for the dough in my pants. -‘ , when I asked her if she had seen it, -S§ﬁ= She looked up at me and said "No". ‘I3/If From that day, to me, it's a great mystery. ..)' I wonder Just where t did go. ‘. Seven beers with the wrong woman. Her husband came in after that. And when he spied us together, He rushed up and told me to scat. He took me by the seat of my britches, And he sure didn't leave any slack. T'was then I got tossed out the door by the boss, And he told me to never come back. Seven beers with the wrong woman. It left me with only regrets. And I guess she was only follin', When she called me her darlin' and pets. Now I wish that the lord had made Adam, And had nver made anyone else. ' But there's one thing I know;—- That the next place place I go, I'll have fourteen beers by myself. .,I‘ _I_)_ubugue ."_~«;§\ ‘I Oh, Dubuque, oh, Ilzubuquehi . ' ,' . cll e me s ver ’ " githyyguregregtmaide streets and your Mississippi River ' \ oh, I love you with my heart .. And I love you with my liver Q , Oh Dubuque (tsck tsck) -.:~? , By the River (stamp feet) , _- lb. ,ll Williams Man Who’: Far, Far Away Around her hair, she wore a purple ribbon; She \vore it in the springtime and in the month of May, | And if you ask her why she were that ribbon, She wore it for her Williams man who's far, far away. - Far away, far away; far away, far away; She wore it for her Williams man whds far, far away. Around her knee, she wore a purple garter; She wore it in the springtime, and in the month of May, And if you ask her why she wore that garter, She \\'on! it for her VVilliaius man who's far, far away. IN THE QUARTER MASTER CORPS Oh. it's ale, ale, ale, that makes you feel so hale. Far away, iar away; far away, far away; She wore it for her \rVilliams man who's far, far away. Around the block, she pushed a baby carriage. Behind the door her father kept a shotgun. On the wall she keeps a marriage license. In the desk, the sheriff keeps a warrant. And in her heart, she has a secret passion; She has it for an Amherst man who's not so far away. Similarly: llraudy-—dan(ly. Cocoa—lo(;o. Liquid-wicked. ltum——bum. ltye—spry. Sherry—merry. Vodka—hotka. VVhiskey—frisky. VVine-fine. Bourl>on—burpin’. Coke—want to choke. Cin—want to sin. Port—want to sport. Mint—want to . — ' squint. Miisca-museatel—feel like llell. Vennouth—makes you so uncouth. *7 lloyal Royal Crowu—-really gets you down. 1’:-psi-gives you apoplexy. (;h:unpagne—gives you such a pain. ()orn—glad you're born. It's the Ainontillado that gives me this vibrato. Scoteh—gives your name a blotch. Mules (Tune: Auld Lang Sync) On mules \ve find two legs behind, and two we find before, \Ve stand behind before we find é what the two behind be for. When were behind the two behind we find what these be for, So stand before the two behind, behind the two before. 27.. 1... ,' ."~ \j, .._g-.''; . - / / "2 /D .Q_‘- \\._tL“_ \\3%"’ MY GIRL . — xi‘ She goes to Vassar, none can surpass her, She is the stroke of the varsity erew. And in my future life, she's gonna be my wife. Ilow in the world do you know that? She told me so. ’ n .4; 2 v I I I Q ' . My girl's from Tlnnith, thhe talkth like thith, ..._. ‘W’/, ll‘ ’ \"“‘ Thhe taught me how to kith, I love her the, t, at Z _ And in my future life, etc. . '\ My girl's from Ilolyoke, she taught me how to smoke, /"" She knows a dirty joke, now I know one too. I‘? , .; ,, _ | 1 .- ‘.-'5 My girl's from Radelille, she is a big stiff, I And she gets sore at me when I tell her so. ‘u. A .' ’)_./E - My girl's from Wheaton, she takes a l)eatin', I And when she‘s feeling good, I take one too. 5‘ ’ . §f;.t= My girl s from Skidmore, she is an awful bore, ’ § / ”.-- She never knows the score, boy don't I knowl _' My girls from Middlebury, she is extraordinary, She's built just like a fairy, three hundred pounds or so. My girl's from Wellcsley, she always tells me I'm bats in the belfry, but I love her anyhow. . My girl's from MIT, she is a travesty, Girls who go for engineering are not so hot appearing. My girls from Connecticut, she knows her etiquette, ' She taught me how to pet, now I do it too. My man's from Yale, he lands in jail, From drinking too much gin—ger ale. Advertise (Tune: Auld Lang Syne) The fish, it never eaekles 'bout it's million eggs or so, The hen is quite a different bird, one egg—and hear her crow. The fish we spnrn, but crown the hen, which leads me to surmise: Don’t hide your light, but blow your horn, it pays to advertise. 28. NORTH AFTER DINNER SONGS "HOME ON THE QUAD”— words by Joan Javits Oh, give me a sub who will scrub out the tub Give me breakfast in bed on a tray Give me something to eat - I'm so sick of puffed wheat ' Old Matt didn't plan it this way. Home, Home, on the quad Where the North Tower's closest to God Nhere seldom is heard The song of a bird - Cause the snow always covers the sod. My rdmmate believes We have 85 leaves Haven't seen her since early last May She's up skiing at Stowe But there isn't no snow Old Matt must have planned it this way. Home, Home in the stacks Where the seniors are breaking their backs If your book's on reserve Dearie, don't lose your nerve Just swipe it and start to make tracks. Give me free cigarettes Give us hundreds of ts Give us no classes on Saturday Give Professors more dough Or I tell you they'll blow Old Matt didn't plan it this way. Home, Home on the(Quad Where the North Tower's closest to God Where seldom is heard The song of a bird Cause the snow always covers the sod. AT THE BOARDING HOUSE (Tune: Silver Threads Among the Cold) At the boarclin house where I stayed, everything was growing old; Silver hairs among the butter, and the bread was all a—mold. When the dog died, we had sausage, when the cat died, catnip toa, But when the landlord diedAI left there, spare;-ibs were too much for mc_ Girls Can Never Change Their Nature (Tune: Silver Threads Among the Cold) Ci . n ver ch e their nature; that is quite beyond their reach. If a girl is born a lemon, she can never be a peach. But the law of compensation is the one I always preach, You can always squeeze a lemon, but just try to squeeze a peach. But you can try! ’Wolves when They're Young They're wolves when they're young, And they're wolves when they're old, So beware of all men because they blow hot, blow cold- All things that shine My dear are not gold, So beware of all men because they blow hot, blow cold. Now you may work like a maniac And jump around like a jumping jack Just to keep your honey from sliding back And then he flies off with a blonde. They're wolves when they're young, etc. Now I said to Jennie Jones the other day "If a man falls for you just let him lay; '" And don't you believe a single word they say. Cause they blow hot, blow cold. When a man proposes by the garden gate, ' He gets you hot and bothered, then procrastinates, So honey, just be careful when you're picking out a mate, They blow hot, blow cold. - Now you may work like a maniac,:tc. I would play with fire any old day, Just as long as I was sure that it was safe to play, But dammit, the men don't play that way, They blow hot, blow cold. All things that shine, etc. 3c>. u. ‘ 7 .u/’- ~ .2’/« ~ —-‘~ ’.~. \ ; ,€bD— ,1’ \, [U7 \\ 7,‘ _,',, . '.‘\ g ~ \ we're marching we're marching our brave little band. I\\‘.‘¢{a ’ ‘HQ On the right side of Heaven we now take our stand. we don't chew tobacco because we do think _ 1-,‘_.J-I‘-‘.~_ That them that does chew it is liable to drink. v -“ - Down with King Alc ohol, Down all you can. ,_ ‘H’ Ah, Men....Ah women. Ah nuts. ‘G’ .{:~'k~‘ evﬁ’. »/ a if» PERSONALITY I .. Oh oh when Freddy danced, he had the girls entranced ,-m, And you can bet it was easy to see * . ;i:‘€:’~’ He had a well developed Peasscnality _ '5‘. - when Lucy Galpin's hips created an eclipse H » And Lela's face started to fall . — ‘“ He came back to Lela xs " ' ./g”"'~‘; _Cagsg,Le1a had the alcohol-; "I . .-O"'l=:‘vo..=..—4§ ‘I’ . .-1' I ’\\_,_,/4 5I‘v,$? ANNAPOLIS 7&9-‘ It I Got our bags and got our reservations _ _ ..7_ Got each dime we could afford N _ Q4‘, with our hearts in wild anticipation N _ . Longed to hear that ‘Ann-a.pgLi_s_ call a Five oclock, th_at's- when we got up at five o'clock, /Ly ' Potsy waitin' up to see us off, countin' every mile _ 7,.‘§_,_s That leads us to our men in blue V ‘ ' Never thought my face could be so pea green ,3,’-‘.'\' Never thought I'd act like this - ’ [’ with my knees as wobbly as spaghetti .;,j'.‘C Here we come, Anapolis We got there, the goys were there to meet us 1.3‘ Took us to a basketball game 5‘, , Went to the hop-, and home.at~2 oqgdggck iﬂ/'1‘ and you can bet that they weren't tame“ ‘ﬂl Got to our rooms and they were full of people \Q;//¢_ 4 on the bed and 4 on the floor ' Listened inqand this is what we heard - 1, _\ Roll over Jack and do it some more “ ;;;°’ ‘ Chapel that8s where we arrived at ten ‘ ‘dish you could have seen our men marching in review...how we love you '9‘ And we still do L After church we went and got some chow‘ . _..,\.‘-. Q‘ Never thought a day could be such bliss /" They left us with our hearts upon our sleeves \_,/’ Fare thee well, Annapolis \.e W--. \ .1.) I ‘\ _; ‘y . \ ~,-H; I ‘ UGLY TO LOOK AT V ,_ II \ :§'-g'..re-ugly to look at, repu1;m?‘y§?yg§y%;y§§§.;;Q? 19%. .. .. ‘\,‘ Hrcombination like this i t t wn /Rf sass “£35312? 55:32.3“ 9 oa . ' S F’ . ?§Lx3z’1§1::: zrgajiirantic bgcause we don't click like other girls -'9 --'. this is the story of P001“ 1119319 .¥“e -.g1e . ...«=. d ' J)?" ajggard old freshman at Vassar __‘y<_>‘14-1_:.3_,e9__y::_f:‘ ‘A ' -’ ' . " .!i’ﬂq.4..n<L4o-4&-\X-JI¢>d§-;:.*Io-&.‘»~41!-3'!"-"~‘i ‘ ’ '”"""“ "J I "\ §‘3| "f 2’ rs 1-’ ~'~' GOODNIGH’: L ‘_ M !_ _ _ .- , , , . . _3 . 7§ooaﬁ‘1té'ht little sirlii gggggiﬂt. . . . ;: _ h ou get home a ‘$5 iougpliigs was divine, and with each Jug Of Wine Ff" ,__ I thought I could make you H108?» any °1d time ' ./.'I But I see, little sirhil wag ygns A‘. ‘I I 1 b a O . “I gotéoﬁgﬁﬁsllcouldewig you with all that Sin in You .e<>odm1é1:t.»..utt1e girl» 8°°F‘“15“‘.. - t OLD HUDSON VALLEY To the tune of "Red River Valley” Oh, remember the Old Hudson Valley Do not hasten to bid it adieu. Everyone goes away every weekend... They‘re sorry when weekends are through. Yes, and down in the Matthew thought that He invested in good c Soon West Point set We‘l1 remember the Old Hudson alley Where our Founder put Vassar to stay. Oh, how often I think of him fondly.... How much beer he could sell here today. NORTH SONG _ Words and Music by Joan Javits We got it over you The tower's got a super view The wings you must admire, they could fly higher, Cause they've got the spirit, tooo... North is the very top, The tower will rock, but never drop, And if you venture forth you'll wind up at North... Don't misconstrue it, we do mean Jewett. Though we don't think you're a total flop, We've got it over you, we've got it over you. TEASIN' TEASIN' (Verse I) Teasin', Teasin', I was only teasing you, Teasin', Teasin', just to see what you would do. (Of course you know that I was) Teasin', Teasin', just to prove your lone was true -Don't be angry, ‘cause I was only, only teasin' you. DEDICATED TO MISS BLANDING (To the tune of TEASIN') Verse II Found ‘er, founde ‘er Vassar found ‘er when she came to us. We found ‘er, found er But we didn't know what name to call ‘er, when we hollered Found ‘er, found ‘er, I But Prexy lends us no relief; If tuition drops or not, she's tops. And let's just call her our Big Chief. 33. 7/ er- I’ .\‘,;9;\§ ,_ . - WI ' .:.’:, ‘:3-. /’/.x\\3~§‘4 .?}§:?_\"!;‘7,?>.\~,»§-‘(F I\\ 5; 7S\‘. sh .a.- do. . Ink — Oh Vussax c.oue_5e upon no. Hudsanjf At We At We BLOOD ON THE SADDLE There's blood on the saddle And blood on the ground And there's great big puddles Of blood all around. The cowboy lay in it. All bloody and red . For his branco dare throwed him And bashed in his head. Oh pity the cowboy All bloody with gore For he ain't gonna ride Any branco no more. BEER THAT PICKLED DEAR OLD DAD I want a beer Just like the beer That pickled dear old dad. It was a beer, and the only beer That daddy ever had, A real old fashioned beer With lots of foam It took six men To carry daddy home. Oh I want a beer Just like the beer That pickled dear old dad. SLING-A DA INK Vassar College upon the Hudson, sling-a da ink and push-a dapen along; Vassar College upon the Hudson, sling-a da ink and push—a dapen along. Sling-a da ink, sling-a da ink and push—a da pen along, sling-a da ink and push—a da pen along At Vassar College upon the Hudson, We sling-a da ink a¥&*push—a da pen along. T ‘.'‘:.I‘ ‘vi ZIP, .Z.LP, ZIP _ _.(_I,_s_‘ Goodmorning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip ‘ }"‘_Jr.". With your hair‘: out just as short as mine. “‘ Good morning I:/LI‘. Zip, Zip, Zip, ' You're really looking fine. 3’\'.‘¥"' Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, '5," gamels.don‘§h‘ge§iyou£'thegiFatimas must. &.é"')\“ oo morning . p 1p p g - -‘ with your hair out just as,short as mine. « "“], (If cocaine doesn't get you, then the caffein must) ,. (If a good man doesn't get you, then a bad man must) ~ " 32,384 ' '9 \\‘.‘IA. clﬁgé 9" ’ .~'r GOING BACK . _ ‘Ly-(,\ I used to go down to the station 1 Every evening just to watch those pullman trains come rolling in , . And the one night that great temptation Got the best of me and led me to a life of sin. }‘/ t I took my hat and fourteen dollars ’ And I went to all the trouble of this world that always follers '4.‘ When you're rich and huntin? romance But my hu:1tin' days are over I can tell you that. ,1"; we 2 am 2: at we we n as e me d i.e to see e own And I said "Sure that's zfzhat I’m her fer" ”"r’ So he said he'd take me to the hottest spots in town. ,’.._./5 He mentioned things he’s have to fix up ‘ So he took my fourteen dollars but there must have been a mix-up 3-4,}/A He's been gone since Thursday evening * fjfv And I got a hunch I".l,3. n-syer ‘see that man no more. ,'«: when I STOW old and have a grandsozz \\“A/ 4 .. J- ' I 2"" I will tell him of my romance and.I ll watch his e./es bulge out But you can't say I didn-35 W;—;I‘ﬂ_h3-In d P, ne . \, What would happen if I met up with that 01133’ BUY 0°60 ‘ﬁr’ I'm going back to where I__gomg_ r0I]1 c ere e moc:in' Bird is s1ng1n' in the lilac bush. /\ L :~ 7'" ‘ 1/ \7-- Oz ‘ ‘V, .1’ . ~ ja§:>!- ‘EF;"\u 2542 WE MUST BE VIGILANT AMERICAN PATROL We must be vigilant! We must be vigilant! American Patrol With arms for the navy, ships for the navy, let this be our goal. We must be diligant! We must be diligant! American Patrol. A Protect our shore line to the door line of ev’ry native soul We need this solidarity or else divided we will fall; It means the popularity of peace and happiness for all. ~ Behind this cause we must keep rallying, let there be no dilly- dallying; Keep us free from shilly- shallying, hark to freedom’s call 0n the land! in the air! on the sea! ev'rywhere We must be vigilant! we must be vig- ilant! American Patrol. With planes of the army, planes of the navy, always in control; We must be digilent! We must be digilant! American Patrol! In each direction give protection to ev’ry native soul. We must be vigilant! we must be vigilant by day! We must be diligent! we must be digilent by night! Behind this cause we must keep rallying, let there be no dilly-dallying. Keep us free from shilly shallying and we'll reach our goal. The American, the American Patrol. GOT ALONG WITHOUT YOU /W 1’ . _ V Got along without you before I met you Gonna get along without you now. Going to find somebody just as good as you Cause I never loved you anyhow. You ran around with every girl in town, You'll never know how much it got me down. Got along with out ygu, etc THE LAVENDAR cowaor He was only a lavendar cowboy, and the hairs on his chest were but two. Yet he wanted to be like the heros, and do as the he-men-do. Herbicide and many hair tonics, he rubbed in both morning and night, but each time he looked in the mirror, there were only two hairs in sight. He fought to save Red Nellie's honor-he cleaned out an outlaw's nest, and he died with his sixgwns a-smokin' and only two hairs on his chest. Let Her Sleep Under the Bar l,_ u‘ ﬁll ~;"'\4-\, ,~’Iv\\ - 'Twas a cold winter's evening, the guests were all leaving, O'Lear was closing the bar, When he turned and he said to the lady in red, "Cet outl You can't stay where you are!" ‘SMh&"g_§4, ~ //,x‘i=1.‘.\‘i; She shed a sad tear in er bucket of beer As she thought of the cold night ahead, When a gentleman dapper step ed out of the—phone booth, And these were the words that me said. My , *5 /" "Her mother never told her the things a young girl should know, About the \vays of college men, and howthey come and go (mostly go). Age has taken her beauty, and sin has left its sad scar, So remember your mother and sisters, boys, and let her sleep under the bar." \o 3% Bee’: :1» r\‘\ ms En." h\ >>..~t-g = T «x s A ZUM GALI, GALI . ﬁg? _ Israeli Folk Song l Moderately {II .! - Em ' .3 I] g .14 r I I 1 I ‘II J!" . . 1 . 1' " ' . Claorus: x zum 33- ll, 38-“, 31-11, mm, 33-11, 33- ll, 7‘, ..' . I ﬂaws: L_-l l:LJ_J r Ll ‘r r l' 5010: l l Zum ga.-ll, ga-ll, 3:-ll, nun ca.-ll, gs-ll,Zmn£'tv}A-vo-da.h 1e’ Clwruaandsolo: Zum gs-ll 33-11, 33-11, Zum gs-ll, 3:.-ll, Zum. Vassar Hygiene Song ' - A c _ ‘_,.° lliv c c» _ ll.Z_'. 9 ° _. .6-_Cl gn1«s3 g1QﬁIggE$I@;bJ;§] . J-J-J‘ ; Oh, we never used ((5 bathe till we lxearcl the Doctor rave In the lectures that she gave lnow to l)(‘.ll:lV(!; Now we take our daily lmlln even though we miss our math. How in the world do you lmmv llml? Slu: lnl(l us so. \Vl1cn we grow older, (lien wc’ll be l)0l(lcr, VVe'll take it colder, up to the slmuldvr. This we must (lo every day, even llmnglx we pass away. llmv in llle wm'l(l do you know llml? Slw told us SH. Oh, we always used to weep when we l)C:l|‘(l the chickens peep In the boiled eggs that we eat every old week, Now we cut them every (lay; pepper takes the taste away. How in llnc worlcl (lo yun know that? She told us so. '
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Date: 11/16/1986, 3:00 PM

Creator: Fortna, Robert T., Griffen, Sally, Glasse, John
Date: October 15, 1986
Text: L 1 MEMORIA L MINUTE FOR PAUL EUGENE PFUETZE When Paul Eugene Pfuetze died 1 - t N my over ei8hty years. He was born Ngjembgieggeriggz 28d lived punhattan, K€psa8.bt?e son of Emil C. and Rogen; scott gfuetze Uﬁee 3e“era °“S 9 Ore him his forebears had f . I S ‘ lb f9tai"ed 3" "abiding love for the Kansas farmclgfe hgmhadxlgzed ass boy. [for] ...memories of Grossvater and Grossmutter h f f - . H.§.§ P?¥§0:e wzrgwork done with horses, the prlde of task and t0° Y S are taken from...
Show moreL 1 MEMORIA L MINUTE FOR PAUL EUGENE PFUETZE When Paul Eugene Pfuetze died 1 - t N my over ei8hty years. He was born Ngjembgieggeriggz 28d lived punhattan, K€psa8.bt?e son of Emil C. and Rogen; scott gfuetze Uﬁee 3e“era °“S 9 Ore him his forebears had f . I S ‘ lb f9tai"ed 3" "abiding love for the Kansas farmclgfe hgmhadxlgzed ass boy. [for] ...memories of Grossvater and Grossmutter h f f - . H.§.§ P?¥§0:e wzrgwork done with horses, the prlde of task and t0° Y S are taken from the memorial m'n t f h’ t Um Poughkeepsie Friends' Meeting.) He also embodied Z £:;11;m a commitme“t t9 193Y"i"8» as did his brothers, three of whom became medical specialists and the fourth a judge, In 1928 Paul received the B.S. degree from Kansas State lmiversity, where he had been a varsity wrestler. He was named a Mwdes Scholar and, at Oxford, planned to study physiology with 5n'Charles Sherrington. But that plan shattered upon the discovery that he had umerculosis. Instead of sailing for Oxford, he relinquished his Mmdes and went to an Arizona desert, where he began years of struggle to recover. Long stretches of waiting were punctuated by one experimental treatment after another. One of his lungs was collapsed. With the outlook for his recovery still in doubt, Imuise Gibson and he ventured to marry in 1932. Her supporting ﬂwm by teaching mathematics at Whittier College was only the beginning of their two-career marriage. By the time Paul was able to resume his studies-—at first intermittently, then full-time-—his direction had shifted from Mwsiology to religion and philosophy. He earned an M.A. from the Pacific School of Religion in 1940 and, the following year, a B.D. from Yale Divinity School. Then came doctoral studies at Yale, ﬂﬁch led to his Ph.D. in 1951. While at Yale he was a Kent Fellow of the National Council on Religion in Higher Education. He taught at the University of Connecticut from 1942 to 1947 mm, in 1948, moved to the University of Georgia, where he W88 hofessor of Philosophy and Chairman of that department. It was Umre that the Pfuetzes adopted their three chi1dren——Scott, Karen, and Walter. They also became active in the struggle for huegration in a racially segregated university and community, well before that cause gained the broad suPP°rtti§ 125:5 ﬁitgiﬁed‘ I" time, backlash against their activities moun , UN university. d J. H d This helped Vassar recruit him, in 1959» t° Succeé Reli gzgr lhwson. U til he retired in 1970, he was Professor 0 g and, durinn mos; Qf ghQ5e.years, held the Frederick Weyerhaeuser Chai 8 1 d artment. His teaching responsibilities r and chaired h s ep 1 Si lal in the historY of reli8i°"$» e3Pe¢ia11Y those of A318 hence that material had not been central to his Prev1°“s st“ es’ embarked on a major Project of "re-t001i"8" bY Eiving his first ﬂmigfl to courses at Columbi 8 and the Univ 1 f d in 1955-56’ devoti h ers ty o Wisconsin :;i3ion at Madras UniV:§31:;.18ave to Btudies in history and Several months after r g 9 i unomobile in front of Main G:€:.n8TEotV:ssar, he was struck by an 3 b k rwarly ﬁiiigis ribs. hlg intensive care a€wa3:o5§ 3,222 :3: one u n n , ’ 1 1on8 But he 3 §a¢ reath that he drew inflicted excruciating gzigined. BUFV Ved, and he recovered-—dogged wrestler that he Th t 8 Same tenacity enabled him to make an enduring difference in VﬂSS*"'8 °“"1¢"1""'- at the Point of Jewish 1; <11 Alth 11 8ﬂwf8£1OnS of students had found the Judaic heﬁiga Zst b Dug _ g 0 e a njof Part °f R9118i°" 105, it was Paul who inaugurated a course |@voted entirely to it. Characteristically, he did this by adding Um course to his full teaching load. Then he secured outside mnds to bring visiting lecturers to address further aspects of ﬂw subject. He lived to see his initiative expand to a variety M Jewish studies at Vassar, a number of them taught by a scholar m the field who has tenure. Then there was the personal side of his teaching, which nudents noted and prized. An alumna has recalled how students mterested in continuing a course of his, beyond the semester's um, gathered in his home for discussions that were a high point ofher Vassar experience. As a scholar, Paul published articles and reviews in a dozen journals in philosophy and religion and belonged to as many wofessional societies. His monograph on "Martin Buber and Mrican Pragmatism" appeared in the volume, The Philosophy of Phrtin Buber, published in Chicago in 1967, after having appeared earlier in German. For the heart of his research and his own reflections, though, one must go to his book, The Social Self, mwlished in 1954 and reissued in 1961 under the title, §gl£L &miety, Existence. Convinced that the tragic and catastrophic ume that modern men and women have made of their powers and technics shows that we have for several centuries misinterpreted Mn own nature, he examines an alternative view--the notion that mu selfhood is essentially social. In his words, "it is in meeting, in interaction between persons, in commication with oﬂmrs, variously conceived, that the free, responsible, _ indepgndeng human person is achieved." Central to this origin MM deve1opmeht_;f our selfhood is speech, the active give and take of dialogue. He elucidates this insight by examining the nriking concurrence in it by two thinkers from diverse d traditions--George Herbert Mead, the American PTa8mati$tv 3“ Martin Buber the Continental Jewish existentialist. He concludes by111uStratin8 the fertility of the idea of the social self in a dozen disciplines, ranging from biology to theo 08?- To those who knew him the fit - ' betwe tn‘ Sdwlarship and the rest of his life was §;pre;zi$gllea8ue's Consider his service to the , _ community be Qnd mwwer of the Society of Friends, he was actiy . campus‘ AS 8 Pmghkeepsie meeting and, beyond that . Ye 1“ the , in r 1 ~ ward 0? Maiaiere Of the Oakwood School, thzgéggzndzéeébgiittege fm-Nationa egislation, and the American F . d . - _ rien s Service Cwmlttee. His Quaker way-—both its prinCip1es and their rdlgious root?-found expression in his advocacy of prison reform M5 participation in Quaker worship at nearb r. ' _ -. y p iso , d h‘ 5ﬂW1Ce t0 Pr°Je¢t Gateway. During the Vietnam War?Shea:erve§ as adIa?t C°unSel}°r' Eventually, he reduced his income through aﬁltlonal charltable glvlng and through acceptance of in—ki d _ . . _ n 5gVlC6S in lleu Of rent, 1n order that no federal taxes of his vmﬂd SUPQOY 3 War that he judged to be both illegal and immoral. Aﬁer retiring, he taught at Dutchess Community College. He ran fm Supervisor Of the Town of Poughkeepsie, against an incumbent ﬂw was 5ubSequent1Y indicted and who pleaded guilty. On election mmming, his wife Louise died of a heart attack, brought on in put by the rigors of the campaign. That night, Paul also lost ﬂw election. In his grief, he took up leadership of Tell Care, a hotline for senior citizens that Louise had founded. He won a tam as a county legislator. He served on the boards of Family Suvices and of the Mid-Hudson Memorial Society, among other agencies. But it was through his letters to the Poughkeepsie Journal, mm sometimes to The Miscellany News, that many came to know Pmﬂ Pfuetze best. (For the curious, Vassar Library's Special Cﬂlections has saved over a hundred and thirty of these.) In Umm, he spoke for gun control, Native American rights, cmwervation of natural resources, and affordable housing; for cmwcientious objectors, student demonstrators, amnesty for those Hm refused service in Vietnam and, especially, for the hsmantling of our nuclear arsenal and for peace. He delighted in pmnting out absurdities in our political life: praying f0r Peace wmle paying for war; prosecuting so—called welfare cheats, when "Um real freeloading chiselers and parasites," as he called them, Hue respectable and successful business and pr0feSS10ﬂ81 Pe°P1ei nmnng a Trident missile ‘Corpus Christi’. In these letters, in his classroom, and in the com?un;§i;8h0f b°U1town and gown, Paul Pfuetze lived for the values o #4 C e Swﬁe in a meditation that he wrote on New Year s Eve, 19 - . - t 'humanity'.... We must understand t at , - - ch technics er ' the one real thing in the face of e p son 1S _ , . - - elves have and mechanized institutions which we ours . the seed created, For he (she), by the grace of Gzgéhis Of whatever human life there will be on e - October 15, 1986 ‘Q ; .¢ n a ;@'>.;; | V f L W Hi‘ Respectfully submitted; A Staliy vG‘jiff‘en"5t} John Glasse, Chai : : $9.“-’> 25,66»? Robert f.*Fortna ‘49o»¢<._ . < (/4 1' 1, w 4‘;i,1»‘.~- -~ ‘I "»,/ ~1 , 1 » * -;v >. §,»,.~<x_\»;,, 1 6. 7 @”;?§“*;;,~‘w,;;‘»'§;¢ I @~,\' , , -,,,, _ .2 , $11? 1$§“,,~ -1;». E!» 3 § Mi $'-‘3: ‘ w:,5m:§»_,§;:*‘§‘I@?'%a‘!e#$.‘*:‘ ;
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