Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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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

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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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This was once a ship of great state and gaietythe center of much industry and joyousness. A throng of merrymakers gath- ered upon its decks, and here even today, they say, some forms or work and play are still kept up, though many of that first crew have long since passed away. Such is the ship of 1921. At least it was, fifty years ago, when I first boarded ita glorious vessel about to set sail on a long journey of great adventures. How well I remember the crew! They had an airI speak of fifty years backunlike any crew have ever met since. They partook in large measure of the worthiness of that great ship of state. They were for the most part, with the exception of Olive, 'Pat, Peggy, and perhaps another mate or two, sailors of single vision and one outlock. Generally speaking, they were persons of curious and different turn of mind. Old-fashioned, thou might- est call them, 1971, but in their day they were a crew typical of the early '20's. Having been brought together on this good ship in early life, they had become assimilated into one corporate body and soon unitedsby bonds of friendship, love and loyalty. Yea, indeed that was a pleasant, merry company, and not a few of them were proficient in the arts and sciences, while others dis- tinguished the crew in the work of the gymnasium. The Captain at the time was one Smith. She hailed from the Jersey country, so they said, and right heartily was she beloved by the crew with whom she was setting sail. Well do I recall that day, early in the voyage, when, standing upon the forward deck, she clasped the little dog 'Pep' to her breast and, kissing him fondly, murmured words of farewell into hif little black and white ears. Then into the arms of Captain Al of the good ship 1920, who had boarded our vessel for the occasion, she restored 'Pep, crying out passionately, Take him! Keep him! But, for gcodness sake, don't let the Tomas get him!' First mate under Smith was a certain Wulf, and if my mem- ory does not fail me, she excelled in the sport of games. Often did she clear those decks in the early morning hours and call all hands to in a game of bowling or batting. Perhaps, 1971, thy mother may remember the old game of hockeya sport quite popular among all seafarers of our age, for it helped to pass away the many long hours of our voyage. Indeed, so popular did this game become that it was often customary for us to challenge the crews of ships sailing near us. It was upon such an occasion that 29