Arnold College - Fall In Yearbook (Milford, CT)

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p aff . My Mil as thing that we had known nothing about-Red Middy Day. How thrilled and surprised we were when the sacred day arrived and we witnessed the performance of the two classes in their traditional uniforms- if we were only Seniors -a thought that ran through many minds. Our out-door life ended all too soon. Fall camping days were over and our indoor work began. But we all looked forward to our first vacation which came at Thanksgiving time. Each and everyone of us was thankful that we had come to New Haven. A series of social events followed. The Senior prom, which was a Christmas dance, Miss Haupt's party in the dining hall, with a beautiful tree and lovely decorations, and then vacation coming with three whole weeks to rest. The Junior Prom was given after our return from vacation. Jahn wags decorated to represent a garden, with silhouettes, palms and a garden ga e. Again a surprise was in store for us. The Seniors gave an exhibition. The ease and grace with which they performed the numerous numbers was remarkable. Tactics, dancing, apparatus and finally the Swford number were all too wonderful for us. Once again we called forth our school spirit. This time the event was much more exciting, as some of our own classmates were concerned, in the Sword Contests. Froebel Open House was next on the social calendar. Our Orchestra and Glee Club rendered a lovely program, and after viewing all the rooms, refreshments were served. We were told that after our Easter vacation we would have to teach on the playgrounds in New Haven. We were very uncertain as to our ability to do this and as the time drew near, we became more and more uneasy, but after the iirst two or three times we were masters of the situa- tion and no longer feared the results. Spring had come and our second camping season started. A class tennis tournament was held to prove a champion. It was very interesting and Pump was declared the winner. A track meet followed and a few school records were broken. The close of our first year came all too soon. Serenade night marked the end. Our songs were sung with the deepest feeling, we dreaded the goodbyes to come. Commencement exercises were held and we had a sad adieu. Our second year. How quickly our Junior days passed, now we are Seniors, almost ready to graduate and leave our Alma Mater. Although Father Time led me from one scene to another there was just enough time for me to see only a short portion of the events that happened our second year, because as we neared the end of the tour of the past, the scenes changed quickly and one by one faded, until the Future completely replaced the past and I was led hurriedly to the outside to await what would happen. The first day and our initiation started. I am sure the Freshmen E611

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wif I In ll ll In Uhr Qllaaa Qiaiurg nf N. Il. N. Er. CE., 1923 It is through rare circumstances that I am able to write this History of the senior class of '28, Father Time has never before taken anyone to his workshop, but after much persuasion I was granted permission to visit that marvelous and secretive room of the-Past. I shall do my best to recall my experiences there. The first day of College was eventful for Juniors, Seniors and College Seniors. It was the beginning of a career for the Juniors, for the Seniors it meant an advancement in their course and for the College Seniors, the end of three years, and the final chapter of their college life. The Seniors let only a few short hours slip away, before starting to initiate we poor little Juniors. We were made to understand by our trusty upperclassmen, that we were to do just as we were told. Hair nets, large placards, with our names printed in bold letters, with the word Moron f or our surnames, were only a few of the many unpleasant things that sophisticated Freshmen had to do. The following day an assembly of all classes, was called in J ahn gym- nasium. Dr. Arnold welcomed us and spoke about the rules of the school. That evening the Seniors held what is known as Formal Initiation. After crawling around on hands and knees for what seemed an age to the suffer- ers, and being in the dark for an eternity, we were treated to ice cream cones by the illustrious initiation committee. Camping days started. I am sure none of us will ever forget the first day. We had to work so very hard to make camp, but I am certain that all our heaving', of tent floors, carrying of boats and canoes, erecting of tents will be among our cherished memories of Camp Dudley. Our tired muscles and sleepy heads had to be forgotten when a Senior would approach a tent and say, Will you please get a pail of water for me? Initiation was to be carried on over a period of ten days. Our class was at last to become an organization. We held a class meet- ing and elected oflicers. Libby Wilson was elected to the office of president, Brownie Murray an able vice-president, Tommy Thomsen, social chairman, Lou Davis secretary, and Marion Reiman, last, but not least, was chosen for that trusty office of treasurer. We were then informed that each Junior House would be responsible for an entertainment to be held in the shelter house. Some of the shows were very humorous, some clever and some very pretty with their original costumes, songs, and dances. Froebel produced a pantomime which was humorous indeed. Herbart, a vaudeville show with a Cowboy Act and a Hospital Scene, and Karl Kroh presented Shakespeare. House and class games were played. We Juniors had line hockey and baseball teams, being defeated only by the College Seniors in hockey. For weeks the Seniors and College Seniors had been planning some- I60l

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- r - M S C Qfggs? WSWS UZ! ffm llfililil ,J-bl ...MQ io 28 I thought we were cruel, inhuman and brutal in our treatment of them dur- ing initiation, but how different it was to administer and command the ini- tiation than to be the sufferers in the cause. Camp-and we are once more among our classmates, friends and pals. House and class games held our interest and as usual we, the Seniors, one- time Juniors, became the victors and then Our Red Middy Day, how we worked to have ours as lovely as those gone by. The marching with the accompanying traditional chant, the forming of the figures and lastly the singing of 1928. It was well done. The Goat Rush. Poor Billy, the goat. He was well protected by a barrier of Seniors in Red Middies who would have protected him forever. The final games ended the day. But the most exciting thing of all happened that evening. We had a Hood. Everyone donned raincoats and hats and dug trenches, outlets, and barriers to protect our tents. After working for a few hours with shovels, rakes, hoes and pails we found that our efforts were in vain as the tide was rising higher and higher and gallons and gal- lons of water splashed over the sea wall. This ended our last Fall Camping season. Vacations came and went, the Junior and Senior Proms were given and the College Senior Cabaret attended. How quickly time did fly until our Exhibition was to be given. It was held in the Arena and rated the best ever given in the history of N. H. N. S. G. The contests and spring camp followed. The end of our school career has come. Serenade night when our Juniors sang to us and we were no longer able to start our numeral song made us realize that we are no longer undergraduates. Tomorrow to the strains of our beloved school song we will become a part of a different world and so, to you, who remain, we, the Class of 1928 of N. H. N. S. G., wish success and happiness, and may the memories of the years we spent together linger as long in your memories as it will in ours. RUTH HIRSH. I 621