Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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SOPHOMORES 5

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Junior Class History September 15, 1949 found us once more assembled to greet the old and welcome the new. With heavy hearts and graying hair we pored over our schedule. Yes! This year may well be titled the Rush of 49. After many conferences, disputes, and discussions we collected our pencils, papers, books, and wits and proceeded to adjust to our ever-changing schedule. With the help of a sedative we managed to survive our first teaching assignment at Mark Hopkins. The poor children still don't know what struck them. Among the many new challenges came Classics III. With Classics came Plato! With Plato came justice! By the way, what is justice? With justice came exams! With exams came marks! With marks came . . . Where is justice??! Next came junior Stunt Night. Ah! What a surprise! Next on the agenda is the junior-Senior Prom. This, we hope, will add many fond memories to our treasur of cherished thoughts of our days at N. A. S. T. C. In the hurly-burly of exams, school picnic and graduation we can hear the strains of Pomp and Circumstancen in the air. Oh no! It can't be! But yes, it is true! This is the end of our very profitable junior year. And now we look forward to being stately seniors. 28

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Sophomore Class History There may have been no flags on the September day that we returned to the college on the hill, but we paraded back, nevertheless. Our old friends who had returned joined us, gazing with awe at the rather overwhelming freshman class. For once in our lives, we were outnumbered, but it was a joyous defeat. This year we, now veterans, soon found our place in the scheme of things. From the Revolution through the Civil War, from Chaucer through Keats, from the essence of geography through twilight in Scotland we managed to wade, and if sometimes the water was over our heads at least we could float on the surface. The Sophomore Prom not only raised self confidence but also gave us a brief re- spite from drudgery. Exams! Shall we ever be ready for them and will they ever be quite as horrible as we expect? We faced the new semester with daytime enthusiasm, although most of us heard in our sleep the strains of Whispering Hope. Among the pleasant memories of the spring semester are the sophomore stunt night, the Senior Prom and the fact that next year we will be juniors. Who could ask for a greater height? Another extremely important item is the fact that this year we became acquainted with a rather formidable gentleman whom the rest of the college seems to know very well. Who? Why, john Dewey, of course! At the end of our junior year I wonder what we shall think of ourselves as sophomores! 30