Mary Washington College - Battlefield Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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Louis C. Guenther Rcgishiir Dr. Warren G. Keith Director of Admissions Mrs. Margaret S. Russell Director of Student Personnel Xne Student Solve Her Probl em DOkMIUlk ' l rlOMl-iSES A ' rs. F. Robins. Miss L. M. Biscoe. Mr II I l . n 1 I l HZ lacobus. Mrs. M. McClelland. DORMITORY HOSTESSES. Scu cl: Miss I. G. Bell. .Miss E. L. Bris- null. Dr. Z. V. Bl.ick. Dr. .M. A. Greene. si nJi„n: Miss . l. L. Carder. Mrs. R. S. Vi ' ade. Miss G. A. Bceler. 17

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Edgar E. Woodward Treasurer Mrs. Ruth Seawright Wade Dciiii of Freshmen Reynold H. Brooks Director of Public Relations Administrative Cruidance Melpeci Our declaration of independence was speedily cut short. Gone were the feel- ings of self-sufficiency with which we had embarked on our college careers, for we found that our needs were still abun- dant. However, many people untiringly rendered us their services, and willingly accepted our dependence on them. Money problems, schedules, sore throats, homesickness — all of these and many more problems were eased and solved by those who were working for our welfare and happiness. Nur e Curtis. Dr. Rose. Nurse Trible {16

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CLASSES The pencil that had begun the day so sharply pointed was now very blunt, and its sole importance was to scrawl strange designs on the margins of an unused page in a notebook. Outside the window, trees wove their interlacing branches into a web to trap the glance that strayed from the drab classroom. The young mind easily eluded the fetters of a lecture and shifted to the baffling glory outside. Life, an amazing thing at the simplest, unfolded before eyes that looked without and saw within. Wonderful things raced through the mind that discarded the newly-learned lesson of selecting facts from an assortment of knowledge and spun the web of fantasy. The secret dream of future and security arose and hid fears of inadequacy and failure. The childish desire to be protected blended with a blissful satis- faction of independence; both feelings swirled about in a life that had no war, no misunderstanding, nothing but peace and contentment and a long succession of happy years. The pencil fell from relaxed fingers and rolled under a desk. Startled from her dream, she bent and picked it up, brought back to sharp reality by the ringing of a bell and the confusion of noises that meant thirty young women were through with learning for the moment. She got up and walked outside slowly, in pursuit of her dream.