College of New Rochelle - Annales Yearbook (New Rochelle, NY)

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g jihømøn ' (ClaøB ijtøtøry (ifftrrrø May Kenney President Mary Keating Vice President Anna Donlin Secretary Anna Cody Treasurer Autøbiøgrajilfij of tit? (Clasa øf 1313 T HERE was nothing particularly remarkable about the day on which we first opened our eyes upon the College world. It was a sunriy September day, all tinted in rich golds and reds, and scented with sweet damp grass and over- blown clover. But there is nothing remarkable about that kind of a day; that is, in the ordinary run of affairs, leaving “us” and our birthday out of the question. We were very large, much larger than our older sister, and we were the center of attraction. The girls gathered around us, asking us all sorts of queer unanswerable questions, and taking for granted an astonishing amount of local knowl- edge. How, indeed, were we to know “49” from “39” or a haughty Sophomore from a pre-occupied Junior, for were we not just born into College? But we learned, oh yes, we learned! We learned all sorts of strange things about the Sophomores; among others that they could haze us, that College li fe ineludes some studying and a few tests, that the Boston Spa — well, the Boston Spa has certain unmentionable memories of green caps and — other things ! We were admitted into various societies and clubs. How we fretted over that awful examination for the Dramatic Society, and how miserably we stuttered and choked over the “durings” and the “beens” ! And then how proud we were later, when we acted, aetually acted in “Twelfth Night,” and covered ourselves with glory. But nothing else was quite as bad as the Basket-Ball game. Gracious! how we prayed and practised and prac- tised and prayed! In vain, for were not the Sophomores the complacent and acknowledged champions in the field? So we bravely consoled ourselves with the touching quotation: “ ’Tis better to have played and lost, than never to have Page Twenty-nine

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played at all,” though in our heart of hearts we all doubted it! But we choked down our cocoa and soothed our wounded feelings with fudge and chocolate creams — that was the silver lining! One night we gave a bazaar for the benefit of the “Quarterly. ” Such a wonderful success it was that we made fifty dollars, and all in one evening! After that we felt encouraged, and we won a banner for our class-song, — the loveliest maroon and white banner with a great big 1913 in the center. To cap the climax, we carried off the honors in the june Meet! How we cheered when we won at Baseball, and how our hearts almost stopped beating with joy when a 1913 arrow shot clean out of a 1913 bow right into the bull’s eye. All the time we were fast growing up. One morning, just to prove to ourselves that we were still hale and hearty, we got up at the shivery gray hour of four, and had a merry breakfast in front of the Gym. 7hen partly because there was no more breakfast, and partly to give vent to the exuberance of our spirits, we lock-stepped around the campus and awoke all the slumberers with our ringing cheers. Now we have outgrown such youthful folly. We are not so large as we used to be, and we are taking on the responsibilities and cares of the aged, but we always bear in mnd that quality, not quantity, is the main necessity. True, we have our troubles — the Gym always makes us wonder if we car. possibly scrape up enough for practise, and the very word “Poetics” acts like a cold shower bath! And then our Freshman Basket-Ball team, which was good even though not victorious, is departed and gone, all but one lone forward. And who would ever have supposed that our weak, despondent team, scraped up with so much difficulty , could beat the Freshmen, youthful, lusty and vigorous as all Freshmen should be, and as they certainly are? But we won the game when we never even dared to hope for it, and though it cost us a hard struggle, the victory was all the sweeter! Dear me ! it hardly seems possible that we are almost grown up enough to lose our big sister class, and we don’t know what we’ll do without her, we really don’t. Such a kind and sympathetic big sister we have, too, and here we are soon going to be a big sister class ourselves! I hope we’ll be as good as dear “191 1” was to us — I hope so, but I doubt it. Still we are going to try ! Page Thirty-one