75th Anniversary Edition The
TANGERINE
VOL. LXXV, ISSUE 5 • SPECIAL EDITION • FRIDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2021 • UCTANGERINE.COM
“Let’s Do the Time Warp Again …”
◊ LINDA VACCARO SCHMIDT, ‘69 Paging through my yellowed, bound copies of Tangerine from 1967-69, I get a bit of a time warp sensation. As my favorite Rocky Horror song goes,“With a bit of a mind flip/You’re into the time slip.” Looking at those old newspapers, I remember instantly what it felt like to be in the Tangerine office, a place where I spent so many happy/weird/miserable/ exhausted hours. That big, semi-trashy room around the corner from the Dean’s office was a zany fishbowl and all-purpose hangout for a motley assortment of people. We were next to the studio of
sculptor-in-residence Henry DiSpirito (a lovely man, who was still creating beautiful pieces at age 70), and the Annales office was nearby. WRNS was down the hall. All the quirky, “creative types” in one big mosh pit on the second floor of Strebel. In a yearbook photo from 1968, I’m painting the TANGERINE masthead on the big picture window, and there’s another pic of my then-editor (and hero), Bill Roots, working at his desk behind it. It was the newsroom of our dreams, at least for those of us who dreamed of such things. Think aromas of newsprint, typewriter ribbons, paste (for the paste-ups, of course!), dirty coffee cups and stale baked goods.
Before computers, email and the Internet, the tools at our disposal hadn’t changed much since the days of “Citizen Kane.” As far as I can tell, it stayed that way into the 1980s. “Putting the paper to bed” could last until midnight or 1 a.m. on Wednesday night, after which the editor would place the final paper hard copy (yes, paper) and the full-sized layout (a paste-up, on a blank paper template) in a large manila envelope. Then, it was time to take it to the printer! By that I mean get in your car and drive to Spadafora Bros. printing on East Dominick Street in Rome. If Al and Mac had closed up shop, which was most likely, you would lean the precious envelope up against the door
Photo: Former Tangerine Editor-in-Chief Linda Vaccaro writes on the window of the Tangerine office. Photo submitted by Linda Vaccaro Schmidt. for their early morning arrival. (In the winter, my little red Karmann Ghia and I made that trip with chains on the tires.) SEE TIME WARP PG. 15
Looking Back On The Years We Shared ◊ MELINDA CAMPITELLI WILLIAMS It seems, in life, some of the best years of your life truly happen when you least expect them. They kind of sneak up on you later in life when you are looking at old photo albums (we did that in the 70s) and waxing poetic about your past. When I think back on life at Utica College in the late 1970s, I hardly think of anything academic, but I’m sure I must have learned something in the classroom. Yet, it seems, everything that I recall was what happened outside of the classroom. In fact, that was the theme of our 1977 freshman orientation. And whomever the lecturer was, he was right. Unlike
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Photo: Roommates Diane Christiano of Gloversville, left, Melinda Campitelli Williams, right, of Havertown, Pennsylvania, displaying Tangerine pride in October 1977. Photo submitted by Melinda Campitelli Williams. preceded us, our college years were truly about us and not the political climate of
the country. The Vietnam War was almost a distant memory, and our major concern was seemingly which rugby shirt to wear to class. Our dorm rooms were not the fiveperson suites that our children experienced (complete with kitchens and gathering spaces), but rather, cinder block cells, with Formicaclad furniture and two single beds. The only “gathering spaces’’ we had were the hallways where we had “floor parties.” You literally walked over drunken bodies to get back to your room if your floor was designated as such on a particular Friday evening. I had to laugh this year when a friend’s son went to “wallpaper” his daughter’s dorm room in Indiana. Wallpaper? Seriously? The only things that adorned our
walls were posters of Bruce Springsteen, Cat Stevens, The Eagles and Fleetwood Mac. One especially creative group of construction management majors built a “loft” in their room on the third floor of North. That became quite the “gathering place” for their friends. I haven’t a clue what the meal plan is like now at UC, but in 1978 you either made your way to the cafeteria in Strebel Center, or you didn’t eat. That meant, no matter the weather, you got moving. In 1978, we also had some brutal snowstorms. It was commonplace to walk to and from class in “channels” of snow level with your shoulders. If you didn’t feel like fighting the weather for dinner, you were resigned SEE LOOKING PG. 14