![]() To Sam Perelson, now graduating, I give special thanksįor teaching me all, and raising me from the ranks.The Ticker, Baruch College’s student-run newspaper, marked 90 years in continuous production this past summer. When we must leave you until next term’s stand Of last year’s de-pantsing and the New Year’s Eve boozeĪnd how we crashed the Dem’s convention with fireman’s ruse.īut now, dear reader, the time is at hand We spoke of the old days, of Bienstock and Schatt,Īnd Perelson and Harrison, and City Coach Nat. Shelly Engelberg was phoning and being a nuisanceĪnd Dick Ellis, to some girl, was offering his innocence. Oh, June! Oh, Betty! Oh, Irma! and Barbaraīut, “I’m busy, I’m busy, I’m busy,” said all.īut soon came the time for a good coffee-breakĪnd an old fashioned bull-session was soon in the make ĭick Kwartler, soon, for a cigarette was askin’Īnd advice about girls was given by Lou Marin.ĭick Rustin was teaching Sobovinsky the styleĪnd Gene Heftman was home doing homework the while: Now, Sheila! Now Helen! Now, Lola and Thelma! More rapid than eagles their curses they cameĪs they dialed and called, and the girls were a pain. Their girls for dates – the refusals appalling When what to my wondering eyes did appearīut more errors and corrections – both here and there.īut back at the phone the boys were still calling Italics were mixed with the bold-faced typeĪnd the coffee that spilt on the copy was wiped. To learn that a colon was changed to a dash. I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter When at the line there arose such a clatter Was trying to get a date for the Saturday dance. Jerry Greenberg, in sweat-shirt and black chino pants, While visions of the week-end danced in the head ![]() The page-proofs were read with considerable careĪnd the voices of Tickerites were heard in the air. The editors were working with nary a stop a night at the printers’ when all through the shop Poems composed by staff members often took jabs at their colleagues: The Tickerites always found a way to laugh at themselves. Once, trying to illustrate student apathy, they even circulated petitions for three nonexistent candidates: “Abel,” “Bloom,” and “Cohen.” In what came to be called the ABC Hoax, the three fictitious candidates were only narrowly defeated, illustrating The Ticker’s point. The paper tried to get people interested in politics, so it printed an Election Supplement – paid for by the Student Council – during elections. We prefer to present the facts, that the student himself may decide. ( The Ticker, October 27, 1953, 3) The Ticker will not subvert its function to inform by advancing purely political viewpoints on personalities. We deem such action especially unwise in a School with only one student newspaper. While our interest is as keen as the next fellow’s, we must again submit that it is not our function as a student-subscribed newspaper to support any one candidate in any political election whether within the School or on a local or national level. For a long period of time, the paper’s editors tried to avoid it:Įach year at this time many urge us to follow the lead of other campus newspapers in choosing and supporting a particular candidate. The endorsement of student candidates or politicians running for office had been a controversial issue at the very start of The Ticker’s founding. It is an everlasting, animated, breathing thing, made so by its many members. ( Lexicon, 1957) The Ticker is truly much, much more than four or eight pages. And when the sun rises over the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company Tower, many an editorial diatribe has been born and, many an editor wishes he never were. īut there are other things – the friendships made, the million incidents that add up to those nostalgic memories that are invariably brought up at the newspaper’s semi annual dinner, the knowledge and techniques learned and the intangibles that make The Ticker and its members a fountain-head of spirit, fun and camaraderie. Here in a sanctuary that sports odd wall decorations and has been the scene of monster beer parties, en masse depantsings and songfests of little known ditties, the editors and staff begin their work and continue, and continue, and continue until late the early hours of Friday morn. However, the major portion of the editing and preparation is done on Thursday evening in the architectural blunder called The Ticker office. The editors are continually reading, writing, questioning and attending events. There are no days off, no weekends and no holidays. It begins when the semester begins and it ends when the semester ends.
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