OCR Text |
Show Historical oleograph of underclassmen beating the tar out of each other.THE CLASS OF '34The class of '34 takes this opportunity to welcome the class of '35. It has been great fun having you with us. We sincerely hope that you all get yours when you're sopho-sincerely hope that you all get yours when your's sophomores, all 800 of you. Picking on me, me, Dick Froiseth! You'll get no complimentary tickets from me to the Prom next year. Have you seen the goldfish bowl? Yes, they have bowling alleys, but they have trouble getting their fins in the balls.Our banner-year guys and dolls are numerous: Dick Brown, Utah's own; Annie Ross, whose smile does the trick; Charlene Scowcroft, heaven's last, best gift; Alan Thody, cross-bearer; Kay Bruner, psuedo-cynic; Dick Cahoon, ravishing Richard; Pinky Covey, lovey-lovey; Garff Anderson, Sigma Nu, too bad; Ford Scalley, we'll miss you, boy; Hugh Hintze, slop-shiek; Bill "Hazel" Leary, of the Janus Club; Fred Pischel, a Taylor-made man, Harry Ostler, dimple-chin hippo; Kean Wesphal, who looks okay stripped; Fred Evans, who was finally pledged Signa Nu because he has a little brother coming up; Peggy Sadler, a looker; Bob Nibley, quiet smiler; Kay Zimmerman, cutie; Paul Badger, who is bridled at by Elbert Stevenson; Bob "Calico" Bergin, weird cry uttererPI KAPPA ALPHAEvery morning is the morning after the night before with some socially-minded Pikaps. Between getting the bro's to their eightwenties and promising the smart Alumni an "A" average, the house prexy must weary of his crew of Piis who attempt to use the pay phones gratis with Mickey Finn finesse-half of the Skai B Freshman.Page Three Hundred Seventeenfor calling Phi Delt zanies; Pauline Pingree, meek-eye; Clark Barnard, John Brummel; Grant Bennion, 33rd South Apollo; Hack Davies, of the odds and ends.Sophomores learn to write on Park Building bricks, begin to worry about student activities, get occasional notions that life is just a bunch of sour grapes, have fun getting disillusioned; and don't think they don't think they don't know where the city beer joints are; and don't think they don't think, because they don't think.THE SOPHOMORE CLASS.THE CLASS OF '35Hello everybody! This is Ford Barlow, by proxy, and I'm here to say the Sigma Nus had me in the bag last summer. The other tongs didn't have a chance with Dave Ashton, either, not a chance! The boys didn't give him a chance, either. It's a game of chance.No doubt you have stumbled over many of the following adolescents: Helen Woolley, Betty Boop, the lost Boop of the Doop; Marion Whitney, who goes alongside of Becky Whitney, who plays a harp like a lion pulling down a tent; "Pansy" Reeves, Monday night Roseland devotee; Dick Van Winkle, up and comer; Cherry Daynes, the Chi Ohs have a word for it; Phil Cannon, Cyrano; Irv Johnson, an athletic Ross Ramsey; Marv Pugh, muscle-chin; Brick Hogan, gristle all the way up; Andy Dowd, 90 pounds of Mickey Finn; Dick Martin, ambling revenue agent; Harvey Brown, Camera; Virginia Cripps, who knows Emily Post, but it don't matter; Marj Hyde, with a telephone in her own room; Louise Hughes, an ooh complexion; Mary Bergstrom, itty bitty puzzums; Genevieve Craven, nice; Charlotte Cramer, with whom family influence was strong; Bob Jones, will be a freshman next year, too; Paul Thomas, 15 years old; Joe Ray, Me Fa Sol La Ti Do -de-de-dede Do; Ernestine Neff, looking for Lord Chesterfield; Ray Hust, apple saucial climber, lack of space prevents giving him the bird he deserves; Les Midgley, hole-in-one piano whacker; Sam Bennion, Jordan district chatterbox; Paul Callis, suh; and countless others who will never graduate at Utah.Freshmen are a part of a great machine, and if they fail to do their part the machine is just that much better off. Life is just a bowl that ain't cracked up to what it's supposed to be.DELTA DELTA DELTAThese are the girls who liked themselves so well, that they named themselves three times. To remind you also that they were the ex-Depsies, who, by crocheting and turkey raffles raised their quota to admit them to Tri-Delt. When they raised their quota, alot of queens would have given a lot of bucks to be a D. D. D.J |