Maine Alumnus, Volume 35, Number 4, January 1954
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The University of Maine DigitalCommons@UMaine University of Maine Alumni Magazines University of Maine Publications 1-1954 Maine Alumnus, Volume 35, Number 4, January 1954 General Alumni Association, University of Maine Follow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.library.umaine.edu/alumni_magazines Part of the Higher Education Commons, and the History Commons Recommended Citation General Alumni Association, University of Maine, "Maine Alumnus, Volume 35, Number 4, January 1954" (1954). University of Maine Alumni Magazines. 452. https://digitalcommons.library.umaine.edu/alumni_magazines/452 This publication is brought to you for free and open access by DigitalCommons@UMaine. It has been accepted for inclusion in University of Maine Alumni Magazines by an authorized administrator of DigitalCommons@UMaine. For more information, please contact [email protected]. $125 to- $3038 . And Still Growing The Androscoggin County Loan Fund might be called the “loyalty fund” of Maine men who live in that area. It is an excellent example of what sustained interest, work and modest gifts will accomplish. Realizing that many students have serious financial problems, the Maine Club, composed of alumni residing in the Auburn and Lewiston area, decided to estab lish a loan fund at the University Without fanfare this loyal group has been quietly at work since 1942. That year they made an initial gift of $125 and each year since they have added to their fund. Most of the alumni gifts have been in amounts of ten dollars each year, with a few larger gifts from local business concerns In twelve years the fund has grown to $3038. During the war and immediate post war years there were relatively few requests for loans, but during the past two years the number of such requests has been increasing. Loans from the Fund are made to students from Androscoggin < • County in accordance with the standard policies of the University Committee on Loans. This loyal group of alumni plans to continue activity until the fund amounts to $5000. In view of the rate at which gifts are being made, they will soon achieve their goal. Already the Androscoggin County Loan Fund is the largest of any given to the University by a local alumni group. It is proving invaluable in helping students to complete their courses at the University. Published monthly from October to June inclusive, by the University of Maine General Alumni Association, Business office, The Maine Alumnus University of Maine, Orono, Maine Subscription price, $3 00 per year included in annual alumni dues of $5 00 Member. American Alumni Council Entered as second class matter at the Post Office at Orono, Maine under act of March 3, 1870 i THE MAINE ALUMNUS VOL. 35 JANUARY, 1954 NO. 4 GENERAL ALUMNI ASSOCIATION Officers George E. Lord ’24, President Thomas G. Mangan ’16, Vice President A Great Sagamore Passes 4 T. Russell Woolley ’41, Clerk Dr. Caroline Colvin Dies 5 George F. Dow ’27, Treasurer Donald V. Taverner ’43, Exccutixe Sec. Alumni in the News 5 Margaret M. Mollison ’50. Assistant Sec. Faculty News 6 i Campus Comment 7 Alumni Council Local Association News 8 Athletics 9 Lewis O. Barrows ’16 Henry T. Carey ’22 Necrology 10 Clifton E. Chandler ’13 Class Personals 11 Norris C. Clements ’25 Thomas J. Desmond ’33 Raymond II. Fogler ’15 Arthur T. Forrestall ’33 Happy New Year! Mrs. Emilie K. Josselyn '21 Alfred B. Lingley ’20 The beginning of a new year is a time for gaiety—and serious John II. Mahoney '27 Elizabeth A. Mason '30 ness. To those who have seen the old year skip out for “scores of Clifford G. McIntire ’30 years," the process is unheralded—and January 1 is just the date Alvin S. McNeilly '44 that follows Dec. 31. James F. O’Connor '36 To students in school, the majestic date of January 1 is one for Myron C. Peabody '16 celebration and high-lighted antics. But it isn’t that clear cut. Conan A. Priest '22 Mrs. Winona C. Sawyer '43 Many oldsters feel the same way. Mrs. Lucy F. Sheive '27 Despite each individual's new-year-philosophy, we have a few Robert F. Thurrell '15 ideas concerning what we believe the new year represents. Thomas N. Weeks '16 There is no better time for the proverbial resolutions. The new year is a break from the often haggard, dull life that we stereotype Alumni Trustees the old year as being. The new year presents a challenge—a gleam Jessie L. Fraser ’31 ing tomorrow sprinkled with pits of black disappointments. The Harold J. Shaw '14 new year is a new start for hundreds of personal anticipations, mirrored with dozens of disillusions. It’s American to have a rosy insight of tomorrow—to close our eyes to the little personal disasters that occur tens of times during THE MAINE ALUMNUS the year. Staff We tend to think of ourselves, our families, our devotions and we often overlook the other fellow in his not-so-fortunate situation. Fditor, Donald V. Taverner ’43 Personals Editor, We shut one eye. Margaret M. Mollison '50 But a black world of terror, bloodshed, aggression, and evil Editorial Assistant, Ralph Clark '54 is shut out when this one eye is closed. Sports Editor, Maurice Hickey '56 Warfare is brutal. How do our armies feel about the glorious Press, The University Press, Orono new year? Are their eyes shut? We feel that the new year is a glorious time—brilliant with new promises, bright with fortune. We make our world this way COVER through resolutions. It’s American. But we must be realistic. We live in a world of much disillusion A short-lived snow storm pro vided a campus photographer and terror. War and democracy’s political threats are lurking, with the opportunity to record a ready to pounce. Our coveted American-way of life is broken by scene of more-normal Maine danger. winter. Partly hidden in the With this insight, let’s set our sights, open our eyes, and fire background by the snow-laden away on some new New Year resolutions. boughs is Wingate Hall. Happy New Year from the faculty, administration, and students! R. H. C. ’54 THE MAINE ALUMNUS 3 JANUARY, 1954 A Great Sagamore Passes tense sorrow passed over his face saddened his heart, and his thoughts grew Orono,” his “blood-brother,” dead' It faintly fragrant with the scent of balsam couldn't be true and pine within the lodge In Tarratine dialect he rapidly con The most unreal days of their life, so ferred with the Indian runner “Take still and golden, now stirred his pulses this message to Chief Orono's lodge Say 1 hey had ate, drank, and slept together ‘I shall watch in the lodge of my dead in the dim woods stillness undisturbed “blood-brother” for three moons ' ” Then, I here had been nights when their canoe “Go ” had slipped out into the dark waters of ‘Koue, I go'” and the runner sped away Penobscot River, where under a star into the deepening shadows powdered sky, no wind stirred, and only “Sarah,” called John Marsh the vague cry of some wandering wild His wife appealing in the doorway, thing disturbed the silence noted with concern his disturbed face Then he recalled that wonderful day, ‘Why, John,” she said, “what has hap when Autumn came up with its crimsons, pened? purples and russet gold, when the blue Her husband lifted sorrowing eyes berry bushes and sumachs were glowing Chief Orono is dead, his Tarratines have fires It was on this day that Orono had sent tor me, and 1 must go to them at called his Tarratines together at the meet once.” he answered ing place near the Stillwater River Soon he appeared, tall and lithe in his University campus site of Kappa Sigma Pearl Vinal Vincent *96 forest dress of buckskin a laced shirt House and the tribal rites of “blood- belted in, cut round in the neck for free brotherhood” was consummated between By Pearl Vinal Vincent 96 dom of throat, long thrums on sleeves himself and the handsome blue eyed and skirt Chief Orono, a tie of brotherhood that AUTUMN winds are blowing a tide of Trews closely shaped to fit his legs, had increased with the passing years, and russet leaves against the dusk when and leggings with undyed fringe orna now John Marsh had come to fulfill a John Marsh opened the side door of his mented in a pattern of green leaves vow between them, that for a hundred little gray farmhouse, and entered the Ankle moccasins were gay with Indian years must remain inviolate spotless kitchen, where his wife, Sarah devices of the Tarratine tribe, wrought On the night of the third moon the Marsh, a comely matron, was removing out of porcupine quills, and beads of lodge was empty save for John Marsh, the last of her Saturday’s baking from the scarlet and green, purple and orange, laid and the dead Chieftain Orono No huge brick oven that lined one side of open at the instep with beaded flaps watchers were outside yet the very air the cavernous fireplace “I may be absent several days.” he breathed expectancy “Well, Sarah, harvesting is over,’ he told her ‘ Do not expect me until 1 In the darkness that presages dawn said “I have just returned with my last come” Then he was outside, and in the there came the cry of a little woods owl bushel of milled grain ” long, easy lope of a forest runner, was Instantly John Marsh was on his feet She smiled at her husband, making following a clean, firm trail through un every sense keen and alert her face very pleasant “You have had a broken forests Again came the same call He swung splendid harvest this year, John,” she It was not yet dawn although a few the entrance door wide, and four Saga answered “And by the way, you will birds were singing in the woods, when he mores in full tribal dress