unidentified young lady on the left is Priscilla Parker ’52 (art
and design). See also page 26 in Techmila ’51 (Phi Upsilon Phi)
and page 57, Techmila ’52
The photo was taken in the kitchen of a student apartment at Kate Gleason Hall. I recognize the metal fold-down top to cover the stove burners (behind Pilli’s head), the door to the milk delivery compartment at the center top of the photo and the fuse box door cover above Nancy Drake’s head. That milk delivery box, which was serviced from the building’s central corridors, was a throwback to the home delivery of milk in the ’30s. The crackers were Town House crackers, a new, upscale product at the time, to compete with Ritz crackers.
The students were probably making cheese topping for a dorm-style hors
d’ oeuvre to be presented to some fellows during an allowed visitation. A lot of energy was expended on efforts to entice the opposite sex 50-some years ago.
I’m sure that kind of activity is still prevalent but I’ll bet the tidbits are better.
Dora B. Schaefer Cassety ’51 (art and design)
Jackson Heights, N.Y.
I received my Spring ’05 RIT magazine and was so surprised to see those old friends on the last page. The girl on the left is Priscilla Parker ’52, “Pilli” died around 1966. She and Irma Wunsch (center) were roommates of mine. I
knew Nancy Drake (right), too.
The photo brings back happy memories.
Josephine Gregway Saternow ’52 (art and design)
Mansfield Center, Conn.
Editor’s note: We also received several other notes identifying Priscilla Parker, as well as a phone call from Kay Conlon ’52 (photo journalism) of Avon, N.Y., who took the photo of the three friends for the RIT yearbook, Techmila. Thank you to everyone who contacted us.
Kevin Shea’s story about George Paragamian in the spring issue brought back many memories. George and I, both World War II vets (me, a Canadian) were best friends at RIT. Among the many events we shared in a less-than-orthodox way was graduation day.
George and I and my wife of six months retired to a local bar and drank Southern Comfort rather than attend the open house events arranged at the school. (I’ve not touched that concoction since!)
We often played tennis on Saturdays and then retired to my digs, where we relived the past over a few cool ones. The Phi Gamma Dektol “fraternity” was as George describes and indeed we had a crest prepared. I still have the original.
My claim to fame at RIT was my appointment as the first-ever student representative to the faculty. This required me to attend faculty meetings. The great C. B. Neblette ran a tight ship!
They were great days and the RIT impact has been one to be envied by those unlucky enough not to have been privileged to attend it. Your magazine is a gem in every respect.
Bill Carr ’49 (photography)
Stittsville, Ontario, Canada
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