Barnard College - Mortarboard Yearbook (New York, NY)

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FOIEfORD THE past year at Barnard has been, to our thinking, the brightest in this half-spent decade. Unlike its predecessors, it has had none of that gloom and dull monotony that weighted so heavily on our minds. Quite miraculously, cynical resignation has been replaced by a feeling we hesitate to describe; per- haps it is a fusion of hope and sincere determination, tempered with a healthy wariness. In 19 ' 29 5 while gazing absent-mindedly on some brilliant but remote star, we walked right off ' the end of a pier into a sea of misery. Four years had passed and we were still plunging down deeper and deeper through those dark waters. Quite suddenly, we found ourselves on the craggy sea floor, and the fearful downward journey was over. But the greatest surprise of all is that we have found down here something more valuable than that star we had been gazing at so fondly in our halcyon days. Gleaming up at us from its bed in the spidery ribs of an ancient galleon, is a golden doubloon, the lost heritage of the romantic spirit. We must pocket this doubloon, for it holds for us that rare quality of derring-do, of courage and high endeavor, and will serve us as a good-luck piece. If we can only cling to this tenaciously, and wisely use what little breath is left to us, the upward passage will be an easy one. So to the Class of 1935, we say Guid luck! , with the hope that that Romance that blossomed last on Cul- loden ' s field may find itself a second Bannockburn.

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DEDICATION TO KATHERINE S. DOTY WE CONFIDENTLY ENTRUST OUR CAREERS, AND GRATEFULLY DEDICATE OUR MORTARBOARD . . . . . . the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen Scots at a break- fast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, Fie upon this quiet life! I remit work.