Harpur College 1965 Yearbook (Binghamton, NY) - Full Access

The Student Center had changed, and in a very important way. The Music Lounge couldn't be used for dancing because WRAF was next door but a huge, new Snack Bar could, and the Snack Bar's new location had great significance. The new Snack Bar became the stream in which all bathed: it was not just a place to drop into, it became a social, cul– tural and intellectual necessity. Weekends once spent around the Music Lounge were now spent in the somewhat gloomy recesses of the Snack Bar. It became the womb within a womb and rock n' roll was a kind of Muzak of the Womb. The Snack Bar made us realize that sitting and talking, drinking coffee and chewing coffee sticks, were at the very root of Harpur life. Because if Harpur was not based on sheer verbiage, dll day long, and about everything, it was based on nothing. The Snack Bar was an open arena, a great stage and we realized how important it was to know what each and every person was doing. We were still insecure and the trimester kept us so. All our freshman fears about going to an anonymity were rekindled by the persistent belief that trimester would mean the plummeting of standards and the flight of most of the faculty. Bartle told us that it wasn't so bad, dropped his classic "its as if they were dead" quip and left us more worried than before. If trimester came, said scores of discordant voices, we will transfer. But it came, and we stayed, and do did the teachers. 14