Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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Can I be of any help? 1 whispered, for I was most awfully scared, and he looked dreadfully cross. Oh! it is you, he said. Well, now I know where I am. I have expected this to happen for the last thousand years. And it's all your fault. What do you mean? I gasped. When you laughed so at the idea of the man in the moon, 1 peeked over the edge to see what sort of fool you were and I leaned so far I fell out. Now I cannot go back to the moon till evening. How stupid! I will not be able to write down the doings of the world in my Day Book. You keep track of each day's events? Oh, please will you help me with my class history Well, he drawled, it's nearly six o'clock. But I might do it to pass the time. The Moon Man's Story is this: In September the quarantine for influenza started. Tt lasted from the tinie you arrived on campus until the Christmas holidays. Each member of the class of Twenty-two had ample opportunity to hecome acquainted with the Infirmary. The Juniors invited their little sisters to a delightful mas- querade. Miss Blue and Miss Sawyer, as Pierrot and Pierrette, gave a charming interpretive dance. The Sophomores gave you a minstrel show. They proved themselves excellent entertainers as well as providers with the lolly-pops and doughnuts. Peach day was wonderful because of its significance, the parade and the big bonfire by the flag staff where Kaiser Bill finally found his way to perdition. Your bow to Society came when you entertained your sister class at a middy party. Mrs. Noel was the belle that night for she caused all the little kisses to burst from their bag as she struck the bag a valiant blow. The Seniors gave the Freshman a wonderful sausage stew and marshmallow roast by the river. M. P. and her Uke came into their own that evening, especially in the doleful tale of the Harvard Student. When St. Valentines Day came around Twenty-two gave evidence of bold and youthful spirit. A Freshman dance was given. To Custom this was quite a shock, an impious thing ne'er done before. But what of that? T'was fun, forsooth. 23

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1Y OFFICERS OF 1918-1919 Olive Tuthill g'g:idetiid:e;:; BT NR el Constance Hill Sl e R St Ann Hastings R T e e e Minnie Pollard B e RN S e Elizabeth Hall e i RS S Helen Coops Class History Oh, how tired I was that June morning. Yet I was not at lible'r';t'y-the Class History was not yet written. Not a scratch would my pen make on the ready paper. Disgusted with it all, I gave up in despair and took the path to Bolleswood, seeking re- freshment of mind and body. I rambled there for an hour or more, returning at length across the Soccer field. How inviting the old stone wall looked to snuggle up against for a few moments rest. As I settled down comfortably in the lush green grass at its foot, I could feel my restlessness fly awaygradually a long sought peace came over me. The crickets seemed to chirp louder than ever, the song sparrow was vainly trying to out-rival the meadow lark. The Norwich trolley came clanging up the hill. The rattling noise gave place to a purring hum. A shrill whistle rent the air. Then all was still. With a puzzling frown I wrinkled my brow. What was the connection between the grey stone wall and the Norwich trolley car? Ah! T remembered. This was the wall where the Seniors sing whenever the moon is bright and full. And from the wall, and the moon we are carried back to Norwich by the old nursery rhyme, The man in the moon, Came tumbling down And asked his way to Norwich. A man in the moon, what an absurd idea! And vet, and yet e I sat up with a start. The very earth scemed to shake from ; rnnve1 mz:rster.lous cause. I looked. I rubbed my eyes and looked mg:n ;ittl' 0, it was real. -'l here before me was a grizzled little old Ing among the ruins of the wall. He blinked his eyes con- tinually. He started to shade hij i i 8 1s eyes with his right hand. Instead he groaned and clutched his left hand over his ot her arm, 22

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A time of Mock Heroics. Cultures of faculty and students. Each hour saw live in Isolation. But when that bug was loud and long. of success, the Cabaret supper From The Diptheria Scare! were taken, free of charge, victims move to Plant to proved a Humbug, the laugh The Faculty Tea was a thing was unparalleled. But Freshman Day was the day of the year. - -eairly morn till dewy eve this campus knew our presence. Well, I declare the moon is up. T've talked too long already. Good-bye, he said. And away he went to the shining silver moon. I wrote out his story and here it is. If you doubt me, look at him e dnichic fmoan. E. H., Historian. OFFICERS OF 1919-1920 Mildred Duncan T e NS A S N e e i L A G S S G P M. P. Taylor TR o SR NP ey S S Minnie Pollard R e e Wrey Warner TR e e AP S SRR Grace Fisher i i e A P Helen Coops Class History We arrived at our Sophomore Year with a decided drop in spirits. We could no longer be coddled with parties and games, and we had not arrived at the respect-commanding position of an upperclassman. We were nothing in short! However, we pulled our belts a little tighter, buckled up our courage and decided we'd show them that the proverh about the unknowing Sophomore was all bunk. So just to prove our theory, we up and won the hockey championship. Just to see Otie flving dlown the field with her red tie fluttering in the breeze like a dahger signal, and Wrey striking out vigorously with the hockey stick was enough to scare our opponents. 'Twas a victory glori'nuslv won. nightxsvzl:f rgeliitj::giogrrfg;u,WhW WIS SODho.mm'c Hop. .I-:or two . raged. It was at this fatal period that Jeanette lost her heart. But to describe the Hop in M. P.'s words: Co'lored lights-; and joyous laughter, Eymsome smiles and eyes that speak -ostumes sweet and clownish : sh garments, Gala daysthe Soph's own week ! 24