Arnold College - Fall In Yearbook (Milford, CT)

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'RW R540 19 2 8 QW' ,Qllsllll cars marked Lighthouse G. Icy water and Charley Horses gave them plenty to think about, and K. P. kept them out of mischief. The outstand- ing event of that camping season was the Memorial Day parade, 10 miles in a pouring rain and back to camp in open cars. The irony of the whole affair was that none could produce even a head cold. A case of pneumonia would at least have been satisfying if not convenient. Rain prevented their breaking camp on schedule, and to double the tragedy, prevented them from seeing Dr. Tanner late to his own wedding. Commencement week to Freshmen is the frosting on the cake. It leaves a pleasant taste for the next year. All were properly thrilled on Serenade night, and sang their new 1927 as often and as lustily as they could. Friends and room-mates parted, and the campus was left empty until another fall. In September, 1928, a new Senior class entered the doors of Pestalozzi, Swedish chests a-swelling, ready to pounce on any and all stray Freshmen. Fall Camp now presented a very different aspect. What a chance to show puny, pale, newcomers what biceps and gastrocnemious, properly de- veloped can do to tent floors which have to be heaved. How thrilling to don those new red middies and walk off with interclass games. Then back to Rousseau, a house full of live and peppy Seniors. A Another winter of work followed. Swedish Theory laid its dread pit- falls for the unwary. Public School teaching made each Thursday more than eventful. Social events followed one upon the other, filling in the week-ends, which here are never quite long enough. In February began practice for Ex, and almost before they knew or realized- EX itself. Four-wonderful nights, a much needed vacation and then began the last stretch before finals and Spring Camp. A wet camp, that one, so much rain that they all almost proved adaptation theories by acquiring webbed feet. Another Commencement week, this time a little sadder, that wee sick voice that said, only one more year. And then came another September, and through the same door before which Freshmen had hesitated, came College Seniors, smiling, confident of a warm welcome and a happy year. Now they were holding fast to every memory of camp, for this would be the last. A never-to-be-forgotten hike, when feet stopped acquiring blisters only when all the floor space was occu- pied. Camp went in a whirl after that, and amid inspiring yells of Wood- yard they returned to their dormitories. Before they seemed quite ad- justed to their new schedule and studies came Christmas and Placid. Placid-a place undescribable to their friends. Glorious days and nights, memories of which brought them ever closer. All too soon it was over, and E381

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I 'Harp if ,M Glnllegv Sveninr Gilman Eiainrg, 1928 It was the year 1998, and Jennie Jones, Skodunk's chief reason for traffic policemen, was at last prepared to go out in search of a higher edu- cation. Having long since exhausted Skodunk's possibilities in the train- ing of bigger and better morons, she was at present casting around for the lucky Alma Mater to be graced with her presence. The doorbell rang and Jennie quickly arose to meet her grandmother. The woman who stepped into the room was a bobbed hair beauty of sixty, who after successfully combating a siege of tuberculosis at twenty-one, and a cancer at forty-five, showed few signs of impairment. She crossed the room with a swinging stride and deposited in Jennie's lap a diary and a huge,red stunt book. Jennie unlocked the diary and setded hersehiin a deep chanrto read the scrawling record. The class of 1928 entered Arnold one September day with the bewil- derment usual to Freshmen. Blushingly they submitted to examinations, tried on new and fantastic uniforms, survived the indignities of first initia- tion and after a week arrived at Camp Dudley. The making of that first Fall Camp left an impression never to be erased-it marked the diierence between the life they had left and the three years before them. That Fall Camp and the following month of indoor work will always remain a little dim in their consciousness. A few vivid memories pierce the fog. The bitter cold day of the hockey game when all envied the Eskimo his warm climate. The day it snowed and swimming was not called off. Their first Red Middy Day when Miss Dudley and the goat both overran the old hockey field. The return to the dormitories required still another set of ad- justments. They whirled home for holidays and departed, leaving behind dazed parents who were willing to testify loudly and long as to the effect of environment on personality. By January they had emerged from the fog and had settled down-a typical iirst year class, both gullible and wise. In March came the Senior Exhibition. They saw their school presented in a nevvlight,the returning old grads,the thriH of the opening night,rnade each Freshman realize her comparative unimportance. VVMh the Hrst'Week of Bday cannethen'introducUon to Idayground Teaching. Under the fresh blue P. T.'s hearts beat fast as the prospective teachers faced sixth grade boys, hardened reprobates. In a week they had recovered and were chatting nonchalantly as they traveled daily on the l37l

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r I iiuffw wra after an all-day ride in their personal pullman they were back welcoming their underclassmen. The dining hall buzzed with their stories until mid- years claimed first place in their attention. Plans for Cabaret were worked out, and later came their last Exhibi- tion, given now for the first time, before the general public. Father Time broke all previous records between Easter vacation and Spring Camp. Their class had just time for an educational trip to Middle- town, where Foxey fell for Ella, and to Hartford where Dr. Bretzfelder gave us enough time to go wrong. Days at Spring Camp passed full of fun and laughter. Again they left on a several day trip, this time in canoes. Camp was broken for the last time and they left -Silver Sands with a tear in each eye-sunburn on their noses and dirt scattered promiscuously about their person. Commencement week! Luckily the time was a little too full for long thoughts, and Commencement came and was gone. They awoke to find themselves back at the home from which they had started, but with a dif- ference-they were older, bigger and in both senses, broader. They had in their possession an all-important sheepskin, memories of fun and friends, and above all, a radiant readiness for whatever was ahead of them in life. Jennie closed the diary and looked around for her grandmother. Yes. There she was in the living room giving support while twelve-year old Junior learned back flips. Jennie, too, would go to Arnold, but little did she realize the importance of her decision as she sprawled there, knocking the ash of her cigarette to the floor from one spike-heeled slipper. That would come later. ELIZABETH W. PENNY, Class Historian. L393