J-HOP iItrJtIn U UIf SEC. 2
Monday, February 11, 1952
Sec. Two, Page One
... the 1953 J-Hop Committee
By VERNON EMERSON
It was a blend of many things, but all added up it seemed
that just about everyone at the 1953 J-Hop had a pretty fair
Whether it was the sweet Spivak, hot Long music com-
bination, the tropical setting, the chain of parties before and
after the dance with all their embellishments, a new gown, a
new girl, or hardly reason at all, most of the couples were
still smiling when they shouldered through the cloakroom jam.
IT PROBABLY started around six the day of the dance
with a party or two before dinner. In a happy mood, they;
crowded fraternity houses-now occupied by the men's
- dates-or local banquet halls for a
festive meal to be followed by
Line-Up of mrti
If the Hop-goers arrived at
the dance before twelve, they
J-Hopwere probably concerned about
i-Hop Datfes -*''bab'o''ee''s
the success of the affair. The
He crowds didn't arrive till mid-
Starts night. Then it got moderately
jammed, and couples joyfully
trudged about looking for fami-
This being Leap ear, and the liar faces at house rest camps
J-Hop Committee being predomi- along the side of the dance
nately made up of women, it floor.
seems that we have dispensed with Even at that, things didn't look
the courtesy of listing the attend- too bright for the function finan-
ants of the University's apnual so- cially. Final totals aren't ready
cial festival by the young ladies yet, but it appeared that the at-
names and instead are listing the tendance mark fell some five hun-
attendants by the names of the dred people from last year's 4,500.
young gentlemen. May the shock
not be too great! THE WHOLE place was turned
into a huge tropical "paradise".
Byrle M. Abbin and Jane Man- At the door each woman dancer
fling, Earl Abramson and Ros- sprsndwih norhd
anne Rosenberg, Robert I. Abrash was presented with an orchid.
aanne Seige, RichrdI.Ackr-sOnce past the battery of photog-
and Jane Seigle, Richard Acker- raphers, the couples swriled onto
mann and Ruth Hannum, Mr. and the glazed floor in the midst of a
Mrs. George Adomian, Angelo Ag- jungle of decorations.
nello and Juanita Schwartz, Her- Murals on the walls depicted
bert B. Ailes and Corinne Bacon, an island retreat with figures
Emil Alberti and Jean Alberti, F. of palm trees, haciendas, and
John Allaire and Robin McPhail, bosomy grass-skirted maidens
George L. Allen and Dorothy I. predominating.
Hammett. Revolving colored lights played
Allen Allie and Connie Hilton, upon perfumed fountains, and
Ken Alter and Joanna Cannon, Ed turned the walls into a continuing
Ambrose and Gladys Beavory, sunrise, sunset.
Bruce J. Ambs and Carolyn Clark, From the ceiling hung gigan-
Ted Amdur and Babs Zeitlin, Wil- tic orchids-the theme of the
liam L. Ammerman and Joanne affair, "Artistry in Orchid".
Thompson, Donald A. Anderson Some dancers thought the artis-
and Barbara Knapp, Terry Andre try was somewhat spoiled by
and Mary Glynn, Chuck Annable pieces of red, not orchid, drapes
and Marian Robinson, Dan Antrim which were tipped with icicle-
and Nancy Haadsma, Ted Aprill like foil.
and Ruth Prochnow, Jerrold Ar- A few of the more tippay felt
mour and Lois Grailler. that th revolving chandaliers,
Norton Armour and Lois Was- which cast a constant ripple of
serman, Stanley B. Aronoff and colored flikkers over the floor
Marion Margolis, Allen Ash and were a little too much to bear up
Marily Kaplan George Aster and under.
BY-GONE DAYS RELIVED IN OLD PHOTO REPRODUCTION
AIN'T WHAT THEY USTA BE:
Oldtimer Tells Joys of Past J-Hops
By HOMER TITLEBOTEM
SbRE, you probably had a real
prince of a time at the ball
and all last week ... but you could
have had a much better time, be-
lieve me you could have.
I know. You see my old man was
the first concessionaire that work-
ed at the J-Hop. He brought me
up in the concession business.
Back in the '90's, that's when they
had a good time. They really did.
They had all these concessions,
you see. I remember one night one
of the Deans and the President of
the University himself was at the
ball. They came right over to our
concession-we always had the
best on the floor-and everybody
was happy. They sure had a good
But after a while there was a
big squawk somewhere along the
line, and they did away with the
concessions and the concession-
aires and all the rest. I'm glad my
father never lived till that day, it
would have killed him.
ANYWAY, now they have to
have themes and parties and al-
cohol and organized sex and all
that before they can have a good
time. It certainly isn't the way it
used to be. I know.
You see, to tell the whole
truth, it was my concession that
really caused all the trouble. I
don't regret it as doing anything
wrong you understand. The only
thing I'm sorry about is that
now no one has any fun at the
dances. Not really.
What happened was that some-
body told this new President that
one of the past Presidents-the
one I told you about before-had
gone to the ball, and had had a
really good time, at the concession
and all you know. So this new
President decided he'd have the
best too. Naturally he came to my
concession. As I said my old man
brought me up in the concession
business, and he always was the
top concessionaire at any ball, or
practically any place besides.
THE THING WAS that one of
the Regents was at the ball too-
at my concession as a matter of
fact. He gives one look at the
President, and boy all Hell breaks
loose. They was very quiet about
it and all, but you could sure tell
that all Hell was breaking loose.
"Why, what are you doing
here?" says the Regent.
"Oh, I just thought I'd drop
in at the ball," says the Presi-
dent. He was obviously scared
silly, even though he was grin-
ning and nodding and bowing
and all that sort of thing.
"I don't believe you should be
here," says the Regent.
So the President left, and pretty
soon the Regent left too. Those
Regents, they were always hang-
ing around the concessions.
Anyway that's why there aren't
any more concessions or anything.
That's why you didn't have as
good a time as you could have had
the other day. Believe me. I know.
Janice Everett, Keith Averill and
Louise Collison, Kenneth Averill
and Bernice Poch, Norman 0.
Amor and Jo Ann Driscoll, Larry
Ayers and Ruth Russell.
GREGG BABOT and Dorothy
Bauman, Paul Bachmann and
Carolyn Keith, Donald Bachrach
and Joan Saul, Bruce Bacon and
Charlotte Havers, Norman Bagu-
ley and Ann Campbell, L. Bailes,
George Baibok and Elsa Verneav,
John Baity and Jeanie Robinson,
Willian Baird and Cynthia Vary,
Newton D. Baker and Cynthia L.
Smith, Charles Bancroft and Don-
Mr. and Mrs. Richard R. Ban-
non, Curt Baker and Lois Bart-
lett, Hazen J. Baron and Julie C.
Enders, Joel J. Baron and Barbara
Binday, Michael A. Barnard and
Phyllis Jacks, Roberts S. Barnes
and Ann Aves, Ronald Bafnett and
Jeanne Knechtel, Tom Barnum
and Jerrilyn Briggs, Fred Barrett
and Mary Ann Chennault, Pat
Barrett and Mary Elferdink, Ralph
J. Barron and Reeva Gaul.
Henry Baskin and Sonia Cohen,
Edward Barthel and J e a n n e
Freshour, Bill Bates and Anne
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IN THEIR brightest attire of
the social season, the young ladies
chose a variety of gowns, with
most of them wrapped in a stole
of sorts which sooner or later got
entangled with their escort. Tails
were a rarity, usually sported by
the patrons who themselves got in
a few dances.
The couples as usual were all
sorts from everywhere. Many
men and a few women invited
their guests from out of town.
Others were from the Univer-
sity and showed varying exper-
sions of delight, disappointment,
vivacity and fatigue throughout
the evening. Some danced the
whole time. Others wandered
around seeking acquaintances.
Some just sat and chatted.
Although practically everyone
was having a good enough time,
they were ready to leave when the
music faded out at 2 a.m.
On the off-day, most groups
held some type of party, either to
get in condition for the dance, or
to recuperate from it. When the
week end w s all done, it was
more a fuzzy recollection rather
than a vivid memory. And just
about everyone was a little glad it
was finished for a year.