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"Northeastern has a campus?!"
Well, maybe not In the literal
sense of the word. When we say
campus, we're not thinking of the
rolling green hills over there at
B.C., or the quaint air of the square
at Harvard. We start with a look at
apathy (who cares?) and finish
with a scream from the zoo crew,
perhaps the least apathetic bunch
on campusl In between, you'll find
all kinds of tidbits that'll Jolt your
memory today and years from
now. Some of It's sentimental, and
some of It's lampoon-lsh, but It's
all right here at N.U. Just turn the
page . . .


In spite of the fact that more
than half of Northeastern's stu-
dents are commuters, there are
hundreds of organizations to get
Involved with. Although recruiting
members Is a problem for all,
there are many clubs that are very
active. In addition to actual stu-
dent organizations, we have also
covered activities like New Hori-
zons mini-courses and NU's quar-
terly blood drives. Some of the stu-
dent activities Included are: BSAC,
Sliver Masque, NUHOC, NU Choral
Society, the student publications,
Social Council, Student Govern-
ment, Student Union, various for-
eign student clubs, and many fra-
ternities, sororities, and honor so-


In addition to the usual team pic-
tures, we have tried to Include a
more personal look at some of the
different athletes and their sports.
Included are features on outstand-
ing team members and coverage
of such events as the Beanpot and
the Head of the Charles.


In this part of the book, we will
(In 22 pages) tell you what hap-
pened In the "real world" while
you were here at NU, In the "col-
lege world". Maybe co-op kept
you In touch with world events,
and maybe some of you never
looked beyond the comics In the
weekly paper. Either way, here's a
look at the highlights of 1978 to 1-


Need we say more? Congratula-
tions, you lucky dogs, and good
luck In the futurel


A look at what makes NU so
well-known, the reason why we
have to go through that year of
limbo known as "mlddler." Includ-
ed are Interviews with students
who have had co-op Jobs In places
right here In Boston to as far away
as England. Also, be sure to read
about Sam and Suzy, the two pro-
spective co-ops who were having
trouble getting Interviews until the
Cauldron staff made them Suave
and Sophisticated, respectively.


These pages feature a number
of well-known professors In all of
the different colleges. Many de-
partments were taken over by
new chairmen In the past year
and we have Interviewed some of
them regarding changes in cur-
riculum and policies. Find out who
made decisions about the courses
you took. And learn what your fa-
vorite professor does on the week-




A staff composed of approxi-
mately thirty people (Including
those who "Just came by to help"
— core staff of about ten) have
prepared this book for you, the
Class of 1983. In addition to pic-
tures of the staff (which is made
up of at least two-third underclass-
men), there Is a two-page synop-
sis of what is involved In putting a
yearbook together.




Apathy. Lack of emotion. Lack of inter-
est. Indifference.

We all suffer from it occasionally. It's long
been thought to be a particularly bad prob-
lem at Northeastern. Why?

Are we all lazy? Are we all too busy?
Maybe we're all In a permanent state of co-

First, just what are we supposed to be so
apathetic about? Well, there's athletics,
drama, and Just about any other campus
organization or activity you can think of.

I know from personal experience from
my work at the News that a lot of people
don't want to get Involved. Many of them
say they don't have the time, they have too
much studying or they have to do laundry
or the geraniums are dying or whatever.

Hey, you don't think I have any studying
to do? How come kids at other schools get
really, really Involved In their schools' ac-
tivities and they can get to their books
without any whining?

Maybe the problem is Northeastern.

We get 16 weeks of work crammed into
10. During that time many of us have to go
looking for co-op jobs. According to a re-
cent article In Newsweek Magazine about
our Illustrious co-op system, Job hunting
may at times take precedent over eating,
sleeping and even sex.

Another point Is that many students here
don't live on or near campus. Ours is pre-
dominantly a commuters' school. Not
many people care to drive in from Lynn or
Peabody for a game or concert. And, I
think that after a long day of classes even
fewer people want to hang around campus
for a meeting or rehearsal.

So here's to all the people who go to the
plays, the basketball games, the concerts,
and the meetings.

Here's to to the people who keep all
those organizations running, all those pa-
pers that get written, all those games that
get played.

And, here's to . . . oh, who cares?


After two million dollars worth of renova-
tions our historic old arena has made a
new name for Itself. On November 14th it
was renamed for George J. Matthews,
B'56, the general partner of The Matthews
Group and national chairman of the Cen-
tury Fund, and his wife Hope M. Matthews,
the major benefactors.

The legendary structure, the largest and
oldest of its kind In the United States, was
born in 1909 and spent its youth as Bos-
ton's premier hockey and boxing empori-
um. It was the home at one time or another
of five professional teams: the Boston Bru-
ins, the Bruin Cubs, the Boston Olympics,
the Boston Whalers, and the Boston Tigers
of the Canadian-American Hockey League.
It served as a rink for such boxing greats as
heavyweight champion Jack Sharkey,
middleweight Paul Pender, and Sugar Ray

During Its middle years, the arena saw
more basketball action as the Celtics
played their first game there In 1946. It also
provided grounds for most of the area's
collegiate basketball and hockey teams as
well as many high school teams.

In 1977 the arena was purchased by
Northeastern from the Metropolitan District
Commission (MDC) and became the home
of our champion basketball and hockey

The vast changes Include new locker
rooms, a new roof, renovated mechanical
and electrical systems, a portable basket-
ball floor, and new seating. Its annex now
provides space for the Women's Athletic
Department and mall services. And, plas-
ter covering the arch Is coming down bit by
bit to reveal its historic face.

If there's one thing you can say about the
Matthews Arena, it's this: It's not getting
older; It's getting better.

all hail

Words and Music by
C.A. Pethybrldge, '32

All Hail, Northeastern,
We sing In jubilee,
All Hall, Northeastern,
March proudly, ever free;
All Hall, Northeastern,
We give salute to thee,
Through the years,
We ever will acclaim
Thy glorious destiny.

alma mater

Music by

Louis J. Bertolami, '60E

Lyrics by Joseph Spear

Oh, Alma Mater, here we throng
And sing your praises strong.
Your children gather far and near
And seek your blessings dear.
Fair memories we cherish now
And will forevermore.
Come, let us raise our voices strong,
Northeastern, we adore.

anger box

Unless you are a member of the Cauldron
staff, you probably have NO IDEA what an
anger box is, or why we have one.

There Is often a great deal of frustration
and pressure Involved in putting together a
yearbook. This pressure is heightened by
the fact that deadlines fall around holidays
or during finals week. Therefore, to help
relieve this tension, we have The Anger
Box — we beat on Itl For some reason, it has
been used more since we put our editor-in-
chief's picture on It . . . Oust kidding Kathl)

If perhaps you are wondering about the
history of The Anger Box (and even If you
aren't), I'll explain Its origin to the best of
my memory. The Anger Box was created
one day In the Fall of 1980 by Mark Crow-
ley, the editor of the 1981 Cauldron. His
assistant editor, Cheryl L'Heureux was on
the rampage after a very bad day with
many catastrophles. To top It all off, she
had discovered that some joker had de-
stroyed the sign-up sheets for seniors to
"Do it for Mom." At this point, Mark was
afraid that some sort of damage might be
done to the office (or to him) so he grabbed
a nearby box telling Cheryl to "hit thlsl It
might make you feel betterl" Thus the birth
of The Anger Box.

The Anger Box has been popular with all
angry staffers ever since, and will most
probably be In use as long as the Cauldron
continues to be published.

The Anger Box Is currently on display In
442 EC.


You're down to a pair of argyle socks,
your Junior prom gown, and a pair of under-
wear with a pocket In the front (ahem . . .
meaning they're his, not yours). You have
one of three choices: You can go with what
you've got (believe me — you'll get no-
ticed); turn yesterday's outfit Inside out; or
follow your clothes down to the laundro-
mat, because right now they're starting to
crawl out the door.

Quick, grab your quarters and a good
magazine, because there's no escaping
the laundry blues.

The Intensity of the laundry blues is di-
rectly proportional to the distance you live
from home. For Instance, my first boyfriend
was 40 minutes from home, and he used to
bring his laundry with him every weekend
for Mum. He rarely felt the pressures of the
spin cycle. I however, was four hours from
home, and balked at the thought of trek-
king two duffel bags of dirty clothes home
and back — even If Greyhound was doing
the drlvlngl So you can see, I have suffered
deep laundry blues. (Especially since that
time when I tossed my new-for-school blue-
Jeans In along with my white shirts).

You may remember the very first time
you got the laundry blues. I do: I was un-
packing my belongings in the cubicle that
was to become my home, when suddenly I
ran across a box of "Tide" and a bottle of
"Downy." I shrugged, set them down on
my desk and forgot about them. Two
weeks later, I realized that they were not
meant to be bookends, although they
served that purpose very nicely.

From that point on, things went downhill,
or shall I say downstairs — four flights of
them to the basement where a row of
washers and dryers gaped In amazement
at the amount of laundry I had. It was a
harrowing experience, foam everywhere,
Luke and Laura were fighting . . . maybe I
should have payed more attention to the
suds Instead of the soaps . . . but there was
nothing else to do.

I've moved Into an apartment since then,
and my clothes are now cleaned In a real
laundromat . . . big, fat, hairy deal. Unless
you do your laundry during dinnertime, you
have to contend with the neighborhood
families doing 18 loads of wash at one
time. And, If you're like most students and

put It off until Sunday, count on at least 20
kids (with runny noses) fighting over some-
thing all at once: over a candy bar, who's
going to sit in your laundry basket . . . stuff
like that.

Times have changed, and so have laun-
dry detergents. (Walt, this is starting to
sound like a commercial). Now, they have
those one-step products, you can get away
with a quarter-of-a-cup, save time and still
learn the words to the product Jingle all In
one easy step.

With all this additional time, you could
even bring your homework to the laundro-
matl Well, you could, but It's more fun to
chuck your clothes In the washer and run
out to the nearest drugstore and peer at
the magazines, mill around in the candy
aisle and repeatedly ask the cashier if you
could have change for a dollar. (For the
dryer of course). By the time you're bored
with this, you can run back and throw your
clothes In the dryer, and then run some
more errands.

But, be sure you can trust the other peo-
ple in your laundromat before you think
about leaving your clothes unattended.
Once, when I was living In Cambridge, all
my underwear was stolen while I was de-
ciding between M & M's and a box of
Cheez-lt's. I only hope the culprit is as faith-
ful about using "Bounce" in the dryer as I


Move over pinball wizards, because
you're being replaced by vldeophlles — a
new breed of Junkie addicted to electronic
games. Even here at Northeastern, the
third floor gameroom of the Ell Center has
become a place where life and death situ-
ations occur every minute In a never-end-
ing battle against aliens. It's a place where
your very life can be put on the line for
twenty-five cents.

Thousands of people a day crowd
around these machines to play their favor-
ites . . . mankind against computers In a
game of survival.

The games on the market today range
from Donkey Kong, Defender and Aster-
olds to the traditional Space Invaders and
Pac Man (and Ms. Pac Man I -ed.). Some of
the newer ones include Zaxxon, Jungle
King, and Tron to name a few.

Video games have become so frustrat-
ingly popular that books have been pub-
lished on how to "beat" them.

And, with the computer-in-every-home
syndrome Just around the corner, the com-
mitted video Junkie might even consider
purchasing his or her own arcade system.

Why do so many people play these
games? Perhaps because they are so hyp-
notic. The bright lights, colorful screens and
unusual sounds beaming from each ma-
chine totally envelop the player. Also,
there is the challenge of competition. The
electronic entertainment requires quick
hand-to-eye coordination, nimble fingers
and a sharp strategy to win.

Movies such as Star Wars and E.T. also
have stimulated our ability to Imagine oth-
er beings beyond our own world. The video
games give us a chance to actually meet
these beings by bringing them Into our

So, we are turning Into a race of video
Junkies? No one knows for sure, but one
visit to a local arcade will convince you
that electronic entertainment is here to
stay. (As long as you don't run out of quar-


Being a good roomate Is like taking an
advanced course in the fine art of compro-
mise. How else could two basically oppo-
site people move In together and still be
roommates (and great friends) two-and-a-
half years later? People say we act mar-
ried. I suppose they have a point, but who
else would you discuss grocery shopping
and cleaning the bathroom with if not your

We watch out for each other, sort of as
surrogate mothers . . . she makes sure I eat
healthy meals now and then and I make
sure she gets up on time for work in the

There are certain things we learned
about each other right away, like I'm a
neat freak and she's "a little more laid
back." Or the fact that she's Jewish and
I'm Catholic limits our religious discussions
(except curiouslty about the other's beliefs
and practices). Other things were learned
with time, like waiting until after her fifth
sneeze before saying "God Bless You."

Other differences subtly worked them-
selves out as time went on. For example,
my favorite radio station has always been
WBCN, and hers always has been WCOZ.
We found a compromise, WBOS, which we
both enjoy. She's on the opposite division
from me, and unlike me, prefers to study in
the apartment. One of my hardest lessons
was learning NOT to interrupt her studying,
to shut up once in a while. (I think I still have
a long way to gol)

In the most important area-food-it took us
longer to learn each others like and dis-
likes. Our first trip to the grocery store was
a Joke. We were there for over an hour,
standing there saying to each other "Well,
I don't care, what do you like?"

Things improved slowly, but an episode a
year after moving In made me wonder . . .
we were trying to decide what kind of Juice
to buy. I said, "Oh let's not get O.J., I really
don't like It that much . . . but, I know you
like It, so if you want . . ."

"Walt," she said, "I don't really like or-
ange Juice, I thought you dldl"

We'd been buying orange Juice for a
year and neither of us liked itl

This year, we're parting ways due to co-
op, and It will be quite an adjustment after
so long to be living with different people.

We went out the other day and toasted
Champagne to our "divorce" . . . she gets
the car and I get the furniture . . .


A poor way to start a Monday: WARNING
— Do not move this vehicle. It has been
seized by the City of Boston for unpaid
parking tickets.



It's a simple substance that brings Joy to
the lives of many, many people. Research
shows that 18 out of every 10 people enjoy
chocolate. Figures have not yet been es-
tablished for the number of "chocoholics"
among this group, however It is believed to
be high. What's a chocoholic? Well, most
chocoholics would break all track records
during their sprint to the nearest candy
counter in search of their daily fix. Choco-
holics have a keen sense of smell and will
always be over to visit as soon as your
chocolate cake Is out of the oven.

There are many myths surrounding
chocolate and Its users: It is believed that
chocolate is fattening. What people forget,
however, is the number of calories burned
when chocolate is involved. Consider, for
example, the 800 calories expended while
hiding all your chocolate before company
arrives. Another popular myth states that
chocolate is not nutritious. Certainly not
truel Why, a normal serving (8 ounces) of
chocolate has 20 times more protein than
several shreds of carrot or even half a slice
of apple. It has also been rumoured that
chocolate is bad for the complexion.
Whose idea was It anyway to use choco-
late as a replacement for Noxema? Then
there is even a myth that chocolate is an
aphrodisiac . . . that's no myth — it's a factl

Even people who don't admit to being
chocoholics have experienced the Choco-
late Chip Cookie Syndrome. Ever make a
double batch of chocolate chip cookie bat-
ter and end up with only a single batch of
chocolate chip cookies (and a rather sick
feeling in your stomach)?

Chocoholics save less money than the
passive chocolate eater. That's because
the average chocoholic requires anywhere
between five and 50 pounds of that vital
substance per week — and that get's ex-

During the holidays, chocolate lovers live
by a separate set of rules. The age old
sentiment "It is always better to give than
to receive" does not hold. Any chocoholic
certainly would rather receive five pounds
of Godiva than take out a loan to buy it for
a friend. (A chocoholic has learned it's best
not to have friends with the same lust for
chocolate anyway— this reduces the
chances of having to share.)

Whether It be milk or semi-sweet, Her-
shey or Cadbury, chocoholics are to be
found In all shapes, sizes and tastes of life.
So, watch your chocolate.


Be it by car, MBTA, or bike; the word
"commute" generally leaves a bad taste
In the mouth. Being subjected to the sadis-
tic whims of professors is bad enough, but
the thought of that dally commute to North-
eastern can make some students wish they
had a studio apartment In the basement of
Richards Hall. (Not too close to the comput-
er room, please)l

Only dedication and motivation (other-
wise known as Mom and Dad) can pluck
those commuters out of the loving arms of
their electric blankets and throw them onto
the road by sunrise.

A lot of commuters driven off NU parking
premises must Instead face the ghoulish
meter maids lurking on Boston's streets.
Generally, Boston meter maids wear tacky
uniforms and subscribe to "Hitler Youth
Magazine: Duty First." It does not phase
them In the least when they ruin your day

with a $15 ticket.

Riding to school on the Arborway "T" Is
an equally horrid situation. You travel
through the foreboding tunnels of this fair
city, clinging for your life to some slimey
hand rail as the conductor laughs In a fit of
madness. The train hurtles through the
darkness with the smell of perspiration
hanging heavy In the air; some fat slob is
drooling all over your physics book. Yes,
riding the "T" bus is quite the drag.

Other commuters subject themselves to
another form of torture — they ride their
bikes to school.

Biking In Boston is like picniklng In Beirut-
—sometimes It's fun, sometimes It's not.

This brand of commuter considers it the
best way to get around the Hub. Says one
two-wheeler: "With the street scum be-
neath my wheels, the soot In my hair and
the carbon monoxide in my lungs, I'm set
free from the doldrums of pedestrian life
without having to deal with the responsibil-
ities of auto ownership and the harrowing
occurrences on the green line."

The bad thing about biking In Boston Is
the dreaded "Boston driver." Boston mo-
torists are rude. They beep at bikers, they

threaten them with chains and they spit
obscenities as they bomb around the city
destroying the ozone with their noxious va-

Boston taxi drivers are ever more dan-
gerous, and capable of committing the
most dastardly of crimes. Mowing down a
few Northeastern students would mean
nothing to them. The only thing a Boston
cabbie does brake for Is hallucinations.

The best way for the NU commuter to
avoid personal injury Is to pay attention to
the general flow of things because danger
lurks everywhere. Even a simple commute
from Stetson West could result in a lifelong
diet of Gerber's baby food If you don't
watch yourself and a Ford Econotlne mows
you down.

Mental damage Is another commuter
malady. You'll see the Ell Center Lounge
littered with spent, fragmented shells of
commuters. They don't know who they are,
what they are or where they're going . . .
they're Just commuters on the road of life . .


You people living In the dorms don't
know how lucky you are. You all have
those nice little rooms, you have wonderful
staff members from the housing office to
assist you, and you don't have to cook for

Some people enjoy cooking, although I
can't think of any reason why they should.
It wasn't until after I started living In an
apartment and had to cook for myself that I
learned why Peg Bracken wrote the "I Hate
to Cook Book."

The problem when you live on your own
Is that you have to cook, whether you like It
or not. I have this terrible vice, you see. I
like to eat. Hence, I have to cook.

Oh, the terrible things I've done to chick-
en during the past year. Frank Perdue
would never forgive me.

Uncle Ben would box my ears If he ever
tried my rice. It's not lumpy, It's mountain-

I think I owe my life to Betty Crocker. I've
got an awful sweet tooth, especially when
It comes to cake and brownies. I tell you,
one egg and a cup of water later, and I'm
In heaven.

A trip through my kitchen would be scar-
ier than a house of horrors on Halloween.

First, there's the refrigerator. Nothing
dies in there. Orange Juice freezes In the
refrigerating section and Ice cream melts
In the freezer. Once I cooked a whole
chicken (yes, that's right, a whole chicken)
and left It In the fridge. When my roommate
found it a week or two later, It had started
feeding Its young. Yukl

Another time I left some milk in there dur-
ing Christmas vacation. It was later the In-
splration for the feature film, "The Blob."

Next, the pantry. Harmless for the most
part. Everything Is stacked neatly on the
shelves and it appears to be the only place
of order In the kitchen. Just don't go In
there without turning on the light.

The stove is a monster of a machine. The
oven door won't close all the way so the
wood cabinet next to It is burned. When-
ever I turn up one of the gas burners it
flares Into my face and tries to burn the
lashes off my eyelids. Trying to boll water

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