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We arrived in September 1936 in new sad-
dle shoes, a humble but enthusiastic few.
Margi and Pris are the only boarders who
remain to tell the tale, but Gisela, Sally,
Sawyer and Weaver will also remember!
On the whole we flunked our first year
Latin, our hair was short, our legs were
long, and we displayed a general lack of
coordination throughout. We thought the
Seniors very impressive and cried lustily
at graduation.
junior year found us experienced old
girls and proud of our new size. We gave
plays that we wrote in English class. Every-
one was impressed and so were we! 'Twas
a gay year, and there was a very notorious
bunch in Sherman!
Junior-Mid year we found ourselves
moving up in chapel and perusing college
catalogues. A wonderful moonlight sleigh-
ride with supper at the Kirkshire was one
of the high spots, and that was the year
some of us begged dances from sympa-
thetic upper classmen.
Senior-Mid year arrived with the hurri-
cane and a great lack of grove. We got
high aspirations, plowed wearily through
E IOR CLASS
S'Emma', and got new red sweaters. Our
song was sung at the top of our lungs, and
amid much prompting and pleasure we
gave our plays Quality Street, Richman, Poor-
man and The Lost Silk Hat. We went in
swimming in peculiar garb at our picnic
at Berryls Pond, our hair recovering just
in time for us to go to Prom clad in flowing
gowns and long streamers. The Senior
Parlor became ours, and college boards
laid us low.
Come September 1939, and it's all ours!
We spent our all on teas for the under-
classmen, stuffed our Senior couches with
cushions, and hung happily out of our
front windows. It really seemed amazing
to be so important, but this knowledge
didn't seem to give us a dignified demean-
or. Hymns on the radiator, cokes in the
bedrooms--a very versatile but goony
group are we. Our saddle shoes are worn
out, pork pies have taken us all by storm,
and the remaining details and fondest
memories of 1940 lie between these covers.
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