FROM THE PRIVATE Pullman down and back, the pre-tipped bell boys, and the thrill of being backstage in Carnegie Hall, to the magnificent banquet as a climax, the week-end was a huge success for every Glee Club member. The arrangements were on a scale that harked back to the bright twenties. Our director made the statement that if any one bought a package of gum during the week-end he was a fool.
It was not until Leo Bernache '33, a member of Fred Waring's organization assigned to our club as a sort of coach, got on the train at Northampton and rode down with us to New York that we became aware that there was work, and real work, to be done before we got back on the train after the week-end. On our arrival at the Park Central, each member of the club was presented with a program of events, buttons to designate his college, and a very warm welcome from the man in charge of arrangements.
The Waring broadcast Friday evening started off the festivities, followed Saturday morning with a very sweaty rehearsal. With a few last-minute changes we were ready to put on our share in the competition. Some were in tails, some in white suits, some even in white gloves, and all except Dartmouth were in strict formation and marching order. Dartmouth, in complete contrast, ambled in through the audience, burlesqued their own rehearsals, took off their clothes and changed their voices right in front of everyone. An award for the best entertainment and cleverest act was given to us. A very handsome silver cup now adorns the office of Director Cobleigh to remind us that "the song is the thing."