College at Brockport - Saga Yearbook (Brockport, NY)

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THESTYLUS 13 CLASS CHRONOLOGY In r-eviewing the events of the last three years, in recalling them in some order so that they are intelligible to read, there is a desire to slight our duty, to withhold something. So long have the-se events been a part of our liv-es, so deeply are they rooted in our thoughts and feelings, so large a place do they hold in our memories that theypseem to be ours alone. We are reluctant to record them for others to read. Surely the term history is- out of kplace. VV e cannot write down our normal school lives as a series of cold, hard facts, facts logically and care- fully set down. There is too much of ourselves,.' our feelings, our dreams for such an account as that, for a history. Instead there are beautiful memor- ies-painful memories-joyful memories. They are all thrown together in a most confusing way, some seem bursting to tell about themselves, some are mixed up, some are fading, some are only in- partsg'a great many are bril- liant and real. Perhaps we are rather timid in telling you of our liv-es here for fear you will not' see us a.s we see ourselves. VVe are Seniors, full fledged teachers. There is satisfaction in that. Surely we have been clever, bril- liant-an unusual class. Our Freshmen year! Of course, it rather hurt to be freshmen after we had achieved such fame and scholarly dignity in the role of lligll school seniors. Some of us were truly timid, homesick and rather weary of it all. Everything was so new and strange. The building was so large, so dark, so cold. Others of us had an excellent chance to show how much we knew about the pla-ce, how sm-art we were and how intifmate we were with the faculty. VVhat fun it was to be spoken to personally in cl-ass, how we imag- ined the new girls envied us. ' The get-acquainted party, with its friendly atmosphere, put an end to all that. There were peppy songs in assembly, and who could help singing with Mrs. Wallace playing and leading us. VVhat fun we had singing Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree and watching Mr. Salisbury make mistakes! Naturally Mr. Lath.rop's side won in the tug-of-war, Miss Mar- tin showed us how to make paper hats, and some of us became expert at driving nails ! - f ' Freshmen greenness vanished and lo, we became the foundation of the school. Everything rested upon our shoulders, we were very important and busy. Once in a while we found time to smile condescendingly upon the seniors. The teaching program was read at Crits. How we held our breath in anticipation! How we expected arithmetic, Latin, English, history, just the thing we knew nothing about! Ho-w -many times we vowed we couldn't teach! We should surely die! At the end of the reading we gave a sigh of -Was it,relief or disappointment?-that our name had not been read. Surely, next time we would get something, and next time we did. Black- board washing! Well, we were becoming very professiona.l. So slipped by our freshmen year, and behold,,we were juniors. U Juniors are apt to be hard to handle, and perhaps we were no exceptions, yet we feel that we did some good. Our class-5 was the first Junior class to organize, to develop a class consciousness. VVhat could our class h-a.v-e done without our President, Genevieve Foley anl our faculty adviser, Mr. Perry? Our colors are blue and sand, our motto, Not on the heights, but climbing. We carried on an imm-ense amount of business..,and had fun, too. Once we had a party in the reception room with Winkum Going to Jerusalem