Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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Miss IJrene Nye If you are the kind of person who, when at a banquet serews her paper napkin into hand-made lace in anguished sympathy with the speakers, then and then only can you appreciate Dean Nye to the full. When she responds to the call to speak, you observe her smile and her wit, and you relax. You unwind your legs from those of your chair, you stroke your moist brow, you smooth your torn finger nails, and you prepare to enjoy yvourself. All is now well! In fact, Miss Nye seems to have an aura of that all is now well feel- ing. No matter how difficult a situation, academically or morally, you find yourself in, she meets you with a sense of justice and a sense of humor. If your favorite professor takes a sudden loathing to the color of your hair and throws you out of her classyou go to Miss Nye. If your life is in danger, your millions lost, your career hanging in the balance, or merely your schedule unfortunate-you go to Miss Nye. In fact, we have secretly nominated our Dean for Vice-President of the Universe! 13

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- 1 e R T ' - W - - m13 cult task to attempt an appreciation in other or more effec- have been already spoken and sung of Our Prex. re people in our individual lives upon whom we count for atever ratio of fortune ours may be; but it is more certainly acter that manifests steadily friendship, understanding and rchal tolerance for each year's superabounding ecrucible of nalities. . ion that might in any way benefit the college lacks the support advice, his encouragement and his comprehensive address. r of our road company will ever forget his driving C. C. nt over many miles of wintry road to present perchance, of Dreams in the interest of the Endowment Fund-and his together for hot coffee and quantities of nourishment?A his last, perhaps, but in collegiate vernacular, potent. write further, but eulogy fashioned to an ode is eulogy cease with our variation of an honored phrase, We, who are these gates, salute theeCaesar.

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Tt 'L'WJ i m,f?u M -...-..--.-- Miss Carnline Adair Blark persomiies impenetra.ble poise. We feel sure that, had she nce at the rlg'ht period, she could have caught the heads that gulllotme in a basket as calmly as though she were shelling is a vague superstltmn in our mind that if, in the dark of mid- j:'g say majestically, Let there be light, new suns would very awe of her. en the mantle of official calm has been exchanged for the ne of gentle friendlinessbeholdanother person. A person ike a Vermeer study at a tea-table, or who perches on a fallen S jth'e woods as wide-eyed as Jackie Coogan himself. She has wit, and gives many an unexpected turn to a conversation. our talk of guillotines, we have found quick sympathy and