Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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the Peace Day parade, headed by a Kazoo band: and that night we consigned William Hohenzollern to the fiery flames. Quarantine was lifted until Thanksgiving, but after vacation the flu germs took a new lease on life, and we were interred again. In fact, the germs were so rampageous that we were sent home early for Christmas vacation, returning to spend New Year's Eve in poring over the revels of old Pompeii, and New Year's Day in going to classes. The eleventh of January made our reputations, for that was the memorable date of our vaudeville show. The good old farmerette chorus, the knitting-bag chorusenlivened by the element of uncertainty in paper costumes, Pat and Batch in the famous bird stuntwe thrill at the mention of these, our triumphs. But we regretted them sometimes. The knitting-bag chorus was given in at least twelve entertainments for the boys, and trips to the Naval Hospital were more common than trips to New London Hall. Elsie Janis and Her Gang were idlers in com- parison with the '21 Troupe. We pass over mid-years with a mere word. What are these in the review of a college year? Far more important was the fact that, besides being well represented on varsity team, we won the basketball championship. About this time we plunged into a wild orgy among the pop- pies. No, gentle reader, we did not take to opium. We were merely making decorations for the first Sophomore Hop that CEE: ever witnessed. On the afternoon of the hop the gym was transformed, the orchestra about to arrive, many men from Chi- cago, New York, and even New Haven embarking at the station, when information was coldly passed around that the Hop was postponed and the college quarantined for diphtheriall We draw a veil over our unmaidenly rage. Quarantine was no longer to be taken philosophically, we argued. The joke was being carried too far. Hysterics were permitted, the telephone wires hummed, and we worked out our wrath by pulling down the decorations in the gym. On April 4th we enjoyed the Hop just twice as much because of its double expectation, and the next night we repeated our vaudeville show to a packed house. The hit of the evening was made by Dorothy Gregson, the wicked villain in the movie, for she was thrown over the deck-rail to land, not on the salty waves, but upon the nautical cap of the dashing Lieutenant Parker, who 27 e il

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OFFICERS 1918-1919 President, Agnes Leahy Vice-President, Elizabeth Eddy Secretary, Dorothy Wulf Treasurer, Marion Lyon Historian, Helen Rich Cheer LLeader, Marion Keene CLASS HISTORY 1918-1919 the thin edge of nowhere. You aren't new, and you aren't old. To others you have neither the charm of novelty nor the beauty of old and loved associations. Many noble classes have succumbed under the ignominy of it, but not so '21. For Sophomore year was for us a banner yvear. We are particularly lucky in that we were quarantined two days after our arrival in September, with the result that all four classes were so firmly united in the bonds of suffering and seclusion that class distine- SOPHOMORE year in college is traditionally supposed to be tions were forgotten. Misery loves company, and we were all soul-mates. We worshipped Nature and pursued the academic and would have sold our souls to see even a Mary Pickford movie. But with Agnes Leahy as president, it was impossible to sup- port a decent grouch, and we finally divorced it. Agnes' famous laughter had done the trick, and with all the pep of sunshine after a storm we decided to give the Freshmen a party. The dear chil- dren ate lolly-pops, and shouted with glee at our minstrel show. which made the cakewalk famous. Yariety was added to campus life by the gift of palms and the ll:npror-nptu dormitory in the gym. The palms died of shame at being mistaken for clothes-trees, and we nearly died of laughter. We distinguished ourselves in athletics that fall, particularly In soccer, and we were the Proud originators of that delicate cus- tom of devouring hot-dogs at games. Altogether, with the aid gf telephone calls and heavy burdens on the U Q' we managed to enjoy our nunnery, Day time that we saw the bright li celebrated wildly and hilario mail service, Armistice Day was the first ghts of the metropolis. Some of us : usly, others in a more subdued fash 1on i i : bu:.l it was a never-to-be-forgotten day. After strenuous drill ng under Sergeant Selden of the Home G

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boat-cloak. ' 5 L BiThe poppies appeared again on the May-baskets, which we hung on the Senior's doors on May-Day morning, and thus endeth all traces of the excitement of Sophomore week-end. On May 3rd the Seniors invited us to tea on.the roof of the Mohicana very festive party, and in the evening we romped through Halt, Cecelia! the first musical comedy. All too soon came the end of the year, and our sister class, the first graduates, left us. Some of us danced for them at thei prom on the Mohican roof, and sang behind a mock stone wall, wondering whether we would ever arrive at the distinction of Seniority. And then we woke up in the morning to find our Sophomore year a memory. We were upper-classmen. OFFICERS 1919-1920 President, Rachel Smith Vice-President, Dorothy Wulf Secretary, Esther Watrous Treasurer, Alice Purtill Historian, Evelene Taylor Cheer Leader, Florence Silver - CLASS HISTORY 1919-1920 ISR AGH S Gom a letter dated April Ist, 1970, written by an alumna, Class of o el e b ar of the Class of 1971. With apologies to Charles Lamb. 'Reader, in thy passage from the campus-where thou hast been recelving great learning as I did likewise at thy tender age to the New I, the waters of the Thames? I dare say thou ha ' st often noted its mighty masts and widespread b . sails. Ah! how graceful and beau- tlf.l.ll she looks her great hull snow white to the water's edge, to shield her better from the pressing tide! l 28 gallantly extricated the surprised Dottie from the folds of his