Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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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

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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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OFFICERS President 5 . Julia Warner Vice-President . Dorothy Randle Secretary 5 Alice Holecombe Treasurer 3 Emily Slaymaker Historian 3 Caroline Francke Cheer Leader . Elizabeth Moyle Freshman Year s arrived. And we spent the first few months acquiring strange information and stranger tastes. We discovered that unless the sheep skin be introduced between the breast-bone and the hurri- h would follow. We developed an unwholesome and skulking for fish chowder. We learned that the front row of the Lyceum he Lyceum in those balmy days, offered exceptional opportunities e the technique of drum-playing and to count the safety pins and h of the stars. We picked our own favorite haunts in Bolleswood, cultivated a psychic and intuitive understanding of the Norwich uring examination week we wound our damp bath towels about our nd gulped coffee and Hayes in beautiful bravado. th the spring our activities assumed a feverish intensity. We al- leaped among the chestnut burrs of the Amphitheatre and the hts of Oh! Oh! Aladdin!? Weary-eyed we wandered from being ay nymphs on our hill-side to rehearsals in the gym very much en- y Miss Blue's vitriolic remarks on our intelligenceif any. nd so we scampered through a year more vivid, and more crowded ressions, than any we have since known.