Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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DEAN IRENE NYE There is very much we would like to say about Dean Nye, but there seem to be so few words with which to express what we want to say. To say that she always smiles is a very evident fact to all and still it serves as an index to her whole character which spreads sunshine even when the Hilltop is shrouded in grey fog. Every Freshman class contains numerous victims to that calm smile and twinkling grey eye, and these victims are her slaves even unto their fourth year. Which, if you know anything about the susceptibility of Freshman, is saying quite a lot. Only Blackstone-ites and Brandford-ites can tell of the joy of an evening by the fireplace with Dean Nye reading some tale in her expressive voice; and her tea-parties are not the kind where one looks longingly at the door or the clock. If all this does not give vou a clear idea of our Dean, we can only conclude by say- ing that Greek and Latin become pleasure courses and we laugh at other college stu- dents who abhor the ancient tonguesbe- cause Dean Nye has the knack of making you like them whether you will or no! 31

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PRESIDENT BENJAMIN T. MARSHALL There are all too few in this world who possess the happy faculty of saying just the right thing at the right time and saying it with a sincerity that cannot be questioned. We cannot but feel that what our Alma Mater may come to mean to the world and to its children will be but the development of his high standards and 1deals, But just to show us that a busy president is not weighty interviews on college mattershe abandons office and goes hiking, skiing, always having the cares of or skating with us. Who can forget those wonderful moonlight nights on Miller's pond when President MarsmaLr led our hippos and t aught us to skate backwards? And we were just a bit awed at his ability to be one of us on these occasions. Then you should see him on the soccer field in the an- nual fall soccer game. What a thrill of cestasy goes through the sideline as the ball. impelled by one of Prexy's long kicks, leaves the ground and peacefully of the field i We appreciate sails the length these occasions in our col lege life because we know him : as a good pal and comrade as well as counsellor and ad- visor. And these are the to remember campus, times we will love when we are far away from 30

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DR. JOHN EDWIN WELLS We were all thrilled when Dr. Wells consented to become our classmate, and his presence at our festal boards caused a delicious tremor to run up and down our collective spine. We who for three years had bowed submissively under the yoke of assignments as such, were maliciously joyful when Jeanette courageously handed out that daring toast to a handsome man at Junior Banguet and when Dr. Wells became accordingly much fussed. We who for three years had blundered on some such trivial question as Was Hamlet mad or wasnt he? Was Romeo an ideal lover or wasn't he ?7, Did Hazlitt die from an overdose of tea or didnt he were delighted when he stammered over an after-dinner speech, his pet aversion. Sweet revenge! But we who had on several oc- casions been stricken by a chilling glance from those china-blue eyes were equally delighted when at some party, those same blue eyes twinkled at us like Ysparkling flints. Dr. Wells as a loyal classmate gave our wee class the strength and dignity that we needed and the joy of having him as one of us, 32