Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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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

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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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William Barnabas Boyle Our sublimated and celestial Foxy Grandpa of the trim, tweed suits and the chivalrous manner! We welcomed you back this year as we wel- comed you that night when the Sphinx of 1923 made her first bow to the public. Personally we feel a strange awe when we hear of Money and Bank- ing, or Labor Problems. They bring up pictures of impressive marble palaces decorated with pleasant gentlemen wearing efficient expressions as they count millions of dollars behind the iron grating; or pictures of masses of laborers and capitalists arguing in Boston Common. We must be wrong, though, because Daddy Doyle seems unharrassed as he bows gallantly to us and talks quite normally of this or that, 15