Palm Beach Community College - Galleon Yearbook (Lake Worth, FL)

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and we were oft for a clay at DiiRois. We came back burned to a crisp and so stuftcd with food that it was all we could do to dray in at the end of the day. We swam, ate, played ball, ate, took sun baths, aiul piilislucl (ill liu ' ri ' sl oi llie |)i)lato salad and jiickles. s the year drew to a close we yave a banquet lor the soj)honiores at the Woman ' s Club. Cnfts were presented to different members of the class. The Esquires na e a dance for the crowning of the c|ueen of Junior Colle e at the Norton Art Gallery. And then the final graduation dance at the Gallery concluded our first year at the College. At last we v ere sophomores — that enviable state that the year before had seemed unattain- able. The instructors did not seem in the least alarmed to see us back again n ir did they bow low wiicn we passed as we had half expected. Alas and alack, we found being a sophomore was not too ditlcrent from being a freshman e. cept for a little more sophistication. This year there has been only one Esquire beach party compared to fi e last year. For some odd reason ail of us have seemed more intent on working rather than playing. The Phi Da Di ' s got into full swing with so many boys coming in at the beginning of the year. They have taken in two pledge classes this year and have left a well-organized group to carry on in the coming years. Because of the enlarged enrollment a new girls ' club was formed during the year. This group, the Thi Dels, have become well organized and have participated in campus acti ities along with their sister organization, the Philos. This year has moved swiftly; and suddenly the Christmas holidays were here and the big Christmas dance was again held at the Gallery. The dance was formal as usual, and the hall was decorated in Christmas greens that had been brought by the boys of the college. Again the Esquires entered the picture by sponsoring a Negro football game on Anderson Field with the proceeds going to the athletic fund. With the closing of our last year at Junior College came many parties and final papers. There was the buffet supper for us given by Marge McGee during the Easter Holidays, and then the barbecue out at Marion Lamb ' s where we swam until dark and then stuffed food until it was time to go home. The boat ride that was gi ' en by the Anthony twins burned us to a crisp. And then another Skip Day where we did everything that we did last year and more, too. During the year the freshmen gave us a banquet, and we felt like very special guests indeed. The Philos gave a dance at the Norton Art Gallery that was formal and loads of fun. All of these things seemed to happen at one time, and to top if off we held a minstrel in the fligh School auditorium which proved to be a great success. Finally came the last three big events that really meant that we were graduating: First, the graduation dance which again was at the Gallery; then Baccalaureate service at Holy Trinity when we all marched down the aisle in our caps and gowns on Sunday, May 25. (It was only then that we began to be serious about leaving Junior College; and suddenly we didn ' t want to graduate quite so much); and lastly, that day of days arrived — Graduation Day on May 27 — when we marched up in our gowns and caps to receive our diploma. Yes, Junior College has meant something to us, something that none of us can put into words. Mways when we hear the name of Palm Beach Junior College, we will connect it in our minds with fun, new friends, and that intangible something that has made our last two years so memorable.

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istory .y w. E arrive! And oh, how we did arrive! Most of us stumbled in with a slightly confused air. We weren ' t exactly sure just what this business of higher education would be, but we were de- termined that we would have it regardless of the results. We had imagined ourselves dashing around the campus, carrying not over two light books and tossing off gay well-educated remarks that would leave everyone within hearing distance very impressed indeed. Ah, what a rude awakening was ours. The books were definitely heavy and every time we attempted to indulge in what we con- sidered gay repartee some self-sufficient sophomore would inform us that our chatter was strictly high schoolish. For the most part, there were only girls in the freshman class with enough boys to make competition keen. Here again the sophomore girls had the edge because of the ability to sing out the definition of unity with only a slight wink. In spite of our trials and tribulations we had fun. The girls were given big sisters who in turn gave a kid party for their little sisters. This seemed to start a whirl of parties that lasted throughout the year. There was one group that could always be depended upon to have a party brewing and that group was the Esquires. They gave some of the most famous beach parties in history, and so many of them. At the parties there were pounds of hot dogs, cases of cokes, and plenty of beach sand to get into both. The parties were always on Friday night so we could spend the week-end digesting the hot dogs and sand. Near the end of the year more men started sifting into the college with the result that the Phi Da Di ' s were re-organized with Dave Baldwin as Grand Master. This group became famous for their smokers where games were played and refreshments were consumed. At this point rat week descended upon the unknowing heads of the freshmen. This proved to be a week of hilarious fun with a few misgivings thrown in for good measure. The boys ap- peared in pajama tops instead of shirts; the girls wore their dresses backward and their hair in curlers. To top everything, some fiendish sophomore would yell Air Raid and send us scurry- ing under the nearest piece of furniture. The ne.xt week was spent in trying to gather our tattered shreds of dignity about us. Rat week had been fun, but none of us were sorry to see it ended. We freshmen got together and published a freshman edition of the Beachcomber that was said to be one of the best of the year. This was fun and we liked showing the sophomores that we could do just as good a job as they. This was not the limit of our literary achievements because we helped on the first Galleon, too. This was one time when the freshmen and sophomores were truly united. To say that we were proud of the part we played in this first edition would be a gross understatement. The year progressed along well sprinkled with themes and exams when suddenly that day of fun was upon us, namely Skip Day. The WAA prepared food; everyone that could brought cars;

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Last IjOill and Testament l State of Florida County of Palm Beach We, The Sophomore Class oF 1947 (It being brought to our attention that we are about to end our short stay in Palm Beach Junior College), after being assured that we possess a sound state of mind, wish to bequeath our many valuable possessions to the class that will follow in our faltering footsteps. VVe do hereby make, declare, and publish this, our Last Will and Testament. Section I, Article I: To the Faculty, we will our appreciation for their patience and sympathy in dealing with our ineptness. Section II, Article I: To the Freshmen, soon to be Sophomores, we leave all our Sophomore subjects and the diligence with which we applied ourselves to the mastery of them. Section III, Article I: I, Virginia Anthony, will to Bob Grafton one of my many yachts ; to any unsus- pecting Freshman, my trig book and all best wishes; to Chick and Sweeney, the hope of some day beating Winnie and me in bridge; to Faye Jo hns, a complete envy for her fabulous figure; to Betty Gene Walden, a box of seasick pills; and to Mr. Zimmerman, a biological encyclopedia, dealing profoundly with the phylogenti; tree. I, Winifred Anthony, will to Bill Chickering my superb ability to play bridge ; to Roger Collar, the word complete ; to Donald Diemer and Bob Zimmer- man, an eternal lecture on the evils of beer parties; to Reubengast and Company, my perfect understanding of trig; and to Betty Gene Walden, a baked potato. I, Winnie Clowe, do hereby leave my title of Chloe to Eddy Eissey because he seems to like it so much. I, Betty Jean Drut, leave my unbent deck of cards to that whiz bridge player, Hal MacLane. I, Ginny Du. bury, do hereby bequeath my indis- pensable membership in English 201 to any unsuspect- ing Freshman. I, Ann Elliott, do hereby leave my berth on the cheering squad to some peppy little jitterbug; I refuse to leave anything else because I need it all. I, James English, leave the ability to the Freshmen boys of my speech class to come back next year and talk themselves into a diploma. I, Robert Grafton, do hereby will and bequeath to my successor as president of the Esquire Club the un- enviable task of planning, chaperoning, and meditating at all Esquire functions, especially the beach parties. I, Robert Harris, do hereby bequeath my ability to attend Junior College for five years and still remain a Freshman to any unfortunate who should desire it. I, Faye Johns, do hereby will to Winnie Anthony what she wants, and to Gene Taintor my ability to cram for tests. I, Florence lohnson, lea ' e! I, Marian Lamb, in a slightly bewildered state of mind, lea e all my committees to any poor little Fresh- man who is sucker enough to get hooked into them. I, Dottie Legere, leave the job of making out re- ports to any aspiring young Freshman. I, Marge McGee, being in ad ' anced state of feeble- mindedness, will to Betty Gowen my talent for getting into hot water at the drop of the proverbial hat. I, Marcia Morgan, bequeathed to T. W. Mills the one thing I ' ' e been trying to get rid of for years — my ability to blush at the drop of a hat; this he can put to good use; to Bill Hagen my title Honor Student with the hope that it fits him better than it has me and to Wendy Waggener my reputation as the drippiest Bombsickle eater in school. I, Doris Phillips (the dumbest student in Chemis- try) do hereby leave to Bob DeRosier all of my sweaters in which he has been so interested — besides I won ' t need them since I ' m going to a girl ' s school next year — and to Harold Bond (who tried so diligently to help me in said class), the pleasure that comes with my parting. I, Bob Robertson, bequeath to Mr. Holt all my knowledge in Accounting and Political Science — the contribution won ' t be great! I, Betty Gene Walden, do hereby will to Jake, Jim, and Joe my ability to carry my conversation down the hall. I, Jeanne Wheatley (not sure of my state of mind) leave to Carolyn Frazell what little sense I have left after working on the annual. ' I, Martha Willard, bequeath my front seat in His- tory class to Hal MacLane and along with it the ability to count you see ' s. Witnesses: Marge McGee, Martha Willard, Rob- ert Grafton, Bill Phicl. Chief Testator: Marcia Morgan.