Adelphi University - Oracle Yearbook (Garden City, NY)

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History of the Class of Nineteen-Six A dear little maiden of almost four winters was worrying, oh, .so hard! over a threatened punishment in the shape of a flunk, which special form of reproof she had never, never met, but which seemed very imminent if her various tutors were to be believed, so that she could no longer enjoy rest or peace of mind. Said this little maid: ‘‘I know it is all nonsense, and I shan’t believe a word of it; but it would be such a relief just to hear some one say it's not true. Maybe if I wear my pretty green and white dress and tell her my troubles, she will be nice to me.” So in the dead of night, while all her family slept, little Miss Naughty-Six slipped out with a long, black gown and a square, black cap covering her finery, and took her way to a fortune-teller’s. The sorceress was beginning her usual recital, when the derisive smile of her subject put her upon her mettle. You think I cannot reveal to you your future. Wait. This bowl which you see before you is three thousand years old, and in its heart it holds the secrets of all those ages. Now, if I tell you truly the history of your past and present life, will you not then believe what I shall prophesy ?” You have been afflicted with different nick-names throughout your career. Upon your first appearance an unfeeling world, and especially a next-older sister, christened you ‘Freshman.’ This name clung to you for so long that you were loath to part with it. for, as Fresh, did you not cover yourself with glory and with gore in many battles, and down your boisterous sister in the game of basket-ball? And what social honors were yours! It was your very youthfulness that added charm. Your worth was soon recognized, and Sophomore paid homage to you at Hallowe’en, while Junior introduced you to 'Co-eds' at a masquerade given in your honor. Even the Faculty was appreciative, and for the only time in history provided two instructors in English to read your precious dramas and poems. Yes, those were happy days of careless youth, when spreads were a common occurrence, and olives and cocoanut macaroons figured daily in the Latin Quarter.

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President..... Vice• President Secretary..... Treasurer. . . . Historian. . . Senior Class officers ....................Marguerite F. Welles ......................Beatrice Goldsmith ........................Frederick Onken ........................ Florence Parker ..................Elizabeth M. Kerrigan Rose Brenner.......... Ida Poole Brown....... Bertha Chapman....... Grace E. Commiskey. . . Florence J. Duffey.... Mary K. Flagler...... Beatrice Goldsmith.... Neva Haight.......... Abraham Holzman....... Mira A. Kelley........ Elizabeth M. Kerrigan.. Martha Kobelt......... John J. McDonald...... Frances E. Napier..... Harriet S. Nason..... Frederick L. Onken.... Florence E. Parker.... Wilhelmina M. Peterson Marianna S. Potter.... Harriet S. Pritchard E. Winifred Rose...... Meta E. Schutz........ Dora D. Stone......... Harriet I. Slator.... Edith Belle Wall...... Marguerite F. Welles. . Clare L. Wentworth.... ...........252 Carroll St. ...........19 Pulaski St. ......316 Lafayette Ave ........96 Lincoln Place 148 Bay 16th Street ........676 Greene Ave .... 132 Willoughby Ave. .........500 Halsey St. ..........324 Pacific St. .... 56 So. Portland Ave. .......1091 Herkimer St. ...........2347-84th St. ........361 Douglas St. .......Montclair, N. J. .......164 Heyward St. .......183 Van Dyke St. ....92 Fort Green Place . . ..Middle Village, L. I. .........203 Greene Ave ......134 Van Buren St. ...........375 First St. ..........678 Carroll St. ......547 Putnam Ave. 131 Jewett Avenue, S. I. .. .451 Washington Ave. .......440 Green Ave. .....5S9 Bedford Ave.

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 Soon a new nick-name was given to you, and with it came many responsibilities. Chief of these was the care and training of a new baby sister, who asserted her presence too noisily. She wished to eat cake and other indigestible foods which you knew were not good for one of her tender years, so you felt obliged to take them away from her by force, no matter how painful the process. Your own artistic develop- ment was amazing; but even by dressing her in green bows for chapel you could awaken no sense of the aesthetic in her. Your methods of correction were sometimes severe, as when you beat her so soundly in the gym., but her nature was such that to this day she is somewhat rude and untractable. Even as Sophomore you found time for play, and your innate ability and growing attractiveness were well shown at your Christmas reception and in the exchange of entertainments with Nought-four. But it was as ‘Jolly Junior that your hidden powers burst forth in splendor. Then did you first become acquainted with real work. Then did you publish a beautiful book, and show your talents in a play. Then did you plan and execute the greatest Prom, ever, prove your business training in a wonderful ad. party, and exercise your voice in an original melody called ‘Tight-wad Seniors Then did the purchase of rings and the daily perusal of Herald ‘personals' reduce you to the necessity of absolute communistic life and the eating of meals in the Mills Hotel. But most glorious of all, it was in that year that the youths of Adelphi offered you a beautiful silver cup for the privilege of watching you win a series of contests in the gymnasium; and you were gracious enough to comply. And now, little girl, you are Senior. That name will seem shortest of all. In a few months you will drop all nick-names and be known even to your intimates as Miss Naughty-Six; and in a few months after that I foresee that you will make one final change and become Mrs. Naughty-Six. Yes, you need not deny it—you know it yourself. Else why these strange courses in plumbing and ideal homes? Why these chafing-dish parties? Why this glitter of diamonds and this ‘chesty’ appearance? But you have not time just now to bother about that. You must work and wrork. You are very poor at present, though you