Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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HII:E-- 10 i I o sl il e ol Ml anil Ml oA ey I e of creation. For the Sophomores looked at a peaceful pasture, saying, Let there be an arena. And lo! there was an arena. Then they looked at a peaceful grazing cow, saying, ' Let there be Jupiter's Bull for sacrifice. And behold! a bull dashed forth with garlands of laurel enwreathing its neck, and the maiden Furopa on its back. But the maiden Europa was exceeding scared, and she said to herself, Let me be off. And she was off, and great was the fall thereof. But with the bull there were other creatures, neither men nor beasts were they, for they were women in cows clothing, and they did offer unto Jupiter gifts to appease his omnipotent wrath. Then there were contestants who did try at jumping ,hurling, and wrestling. Then said the Sophomores, Let there be a chariot race, and behold! there was a race, and Frankie was the victor thereof. Then two pure white steers rode forth, bearing their riders, and encircled the arena before the cheering throng. The victors assembled, and slave maidens, bearing lyres and cymbals, danced before them, while the priest eagerly held out rich but not gaudy wreaths for their noble brows. Then said the sun, The game was won The Sophomore's year was o'er. We pass along To fll the throng Of next year's Junior class, M. St.C. H. 20. f l l' i Il ;hnem TERMA Qu'..t - w CTWS Valewt Mier o A 3pscTaeslag ;.;:' W e ThedlTy 1920 Game. 26

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il Hll A b g A e -. I il m 1Fl.'.riim!ilmi!59 :1.HI-rW-i;I.!:wil.mM! '.'ml:'nhimrJJI'illhthl:i'hiLlnul Py i:'ifi! .!ul:!i.w.m'hi!i 'I HI!tul.!!l '!mllll-rImJ!H!..uun. IlfilH pleading for a little vanquished soul. Behold Trojan Women, Jr., the worthy child of Euripides pen. The maddened virgin, Cassandra, rushes on the scene, tearing from her hair garden products, which she tosses to the four winds. Then a new vista appears. There is a close-barred door, and many windows reveal- ing pale, pleading faces. They seem to stretch out their arms to the passerby. Oh tender, beating hearts, be comforted! Again we look down a corridor this time. Every door is open and eager greedy hands stretch out to receive a hot potato from a tall. dark man. 1 turn away horror-stricken, as stifled feelings creep up to my throat. What can this mean? I ask a passerby. The plague, he softly mutters as he hurries on with muffled step. Oh girls, a dance! Goody, goody! And so they gave a dance. Was it suc- cessful? I'd say so. A better dance, 1 want to know. Good dancers, lots of pep; that's where Sophomores made their rep. One night there was great rejoicing. The jubilant Juniors wended many steps to the Mohican, where they were fed with fresh vegetables, dried beef, and other forms of food. Not to be disheartened, 20 fell to disrobing their respective beds. And quieted, we of the underclasses slumbered . . . . Then home came a submarine, Home, too, a boisterous team. Onto our hill serene Came the one hundred. Ours not to reason why, Ours but to scream and cry. Into our dreams they came, Naughty one hundred. Out of our beds we fell, Onto the floor pell-mell, With many a shriek and yell, Wicked one hundred. Into a room there crept, While all the Juniors slept, Three figures veiled in white, Bearing into the dark night, Closely they held it tight, Fearing a scratch or bite, Cute Submarine. Thus in the year 1918 A. D. in about the fifth month, class spirit was born in the College of Connecticut. Followed mysterious doings on the river banks. active parties, Juniors and Freshmen, Sophomores innocent. Another party, conducted by Freshmen, which re- veals unknown possibilities in the vocal, dramatic, and clothes lines of talent. Last but not leastthe Olympian Games! Surely it was as in the first days 25

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HONORARY MEMBERS OF CLASS OF 1920 Dean IRENE NYE PresipENT B. T. MARSHALL Miss Louise Howk Dr. Louis A. COERNE