Arnold College - Fall In Yearbook (Milford, CT)

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r -MQQQZZQB-M Erwma Elirum ilirnvhrl It was a cold, stormy night and Froebel was as warm as usual, really too warm for our steam to remain frozen. Being not much inclined to lounge about the northern atmosphere, I wrapped myself up in a smile and sat myself down to muse over the events ofthe day. Eventually I fell into a doze. The halls of Froebel were full of green leaves and fruity boughs and the twitter of birds echoed through the house, the floor was covered by a thick carpet of grass. From the rather stately Froebel this new creation Was quite a surprise. I could scarcely realize I was there and my befud- dled brain could not quite work out an explanation of this, when all of a sudden I heard Clara's melodious voice ringing from one end of the hall to the other. Hey, Sunny, what cha goin' to wear tonight? I think the fair will be just perfect, but why worry now l I followed the sound of her voice because I couldn't remember where her room was. Sounds of laughter greeted me as I approached the closed door. I spied them from a neat view behind the keyhole. There was Clara trilling away as Sunny composed the music. Other commotion came from Pony , who was standing, rather endeavoring to stand, deep in thought about a new scientific exploit in the Zoo. Lab. Sweet sounds of music invited me into the room around the corner. Glad and Mike almost fell over as I entered the room, but they survived the shock and gave me all the news. Betty, it seems, was taking up secretarial work on the side. She was doing a big business digging up men from unheard of places. Midge Allen was a good assistant and had charge of their office. Curly and Lide were seated side by side in the corner bed of the room next. Lide was reading instructions of the use of fire extinguishers as Curly ate Miss Emley's pies. An odor of fresh paint met my nostrils and I found it was coming from Polly's room. I looked in and there was Polly doing portrait work. Leaving, I bumped headlong into Pete who was dashing madly in for check-in. Just started to pick her up when my heel caught in the car- pet and I fell down to earth. My eyes opened, my bed was a wreck and I was still in the freezing atmosphere. By I. M. MONKEYMEAT. f I85l

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earl if lllilliilllifll Mc, 1928 Ellie ltlerharfiira First, first, first, on the bathtub, cries Jeanette Silverman, as she enters Herbart. Oh, no, says Beryl, as she steps from Room 7, I asked for it first, and I shall have it. So she haughtily steps forward in her bathing suit. Jeanette meekly goes to her room, without a word, although she is downhearted. A draft is felt, coming from the reception room, but we overlook that. for it is only Sally, doing her two hours of practice on the trombone. Sally's trombone is the pride of Herbart. We prophesy a stormy career for our youngest Herbartite. Hark! A pattering sound is heard-it is up on the third floor, I see- and it is only Frances Collins, trying to get her clogging lesson perfected for the following day. Then we look in Room 8, and there sit Mable and Gladys, eating oranges. We are offered some as we go in, one by one. Fruit being very good for us, we accept, and sit down to have a friendly discussion on Why we like German and Kinesiology. The tune of a new song from below, such as There Is No Place Like Home, or Moonlight and Roses. By this warning, we know that Helen has convinced the teachers that she has learned enough for one day, and has been dismissed. We like to have Helen sing, especially when we have a severe headache, it is so soothing. As we are on our way to our rooms, we see Mary, going down the bannister on top of her mattress. As Mary says, when interviewed, Ban- lS0l