Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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ETHEL AYRES Ethel is one of those small but, oh my! persons, and incidentally is quite the essence of that unruffled dignity be- coming to a Senior, to say nothing of a House President. This dignity is not lacking even in such difficult circum- stances as the maintaining of diplomatic relations among the Blackstonites. She's pretty, she's sweet, She's clever, she's neat enforced by a string of flattering adjec- tives, is in keeping with those senti- J ments generally expressed in most write-ups, in most class books. One should continue: Everybody likes her; she's dainty, demure, sweet and gracious. Contemplating the four years without herwell, the idea is impossible! and so on. But, after having made up our minds not to write the usual stuff this year, we are forced to exercise our rights and change it. Ethel really is all the nice things they write about girls who often really aren't. 27

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HELEN AVERY Onece an artistic soul with a predilec- tion for discovering true worth in under classmen exclaimed, Do you know Helen Avery is beautifulshe has the most perfect complexion on cam- pus I This was supposed to be a breath- taking revelation, but unfortunately for the dramatic effect, it wasn't. The News, annual honors, The Quarterly, various and sundry sorts of athleticsby these signs do they know her. They have served to show her de- sire to not only keep up existing stand- ards, but to raise them, her conscien- er ability to do a number of things. If it were only possible to fun at Helen for some of the less serious moments of her life, spent her four years off campus, thus keeping aloof from the 'd. She looks as though she viewed the foibles and frivolity of generation from afar, as though its sinsas she glimpsed them ace on Council, were completely beyond her comprehension e were shocked behind her glasses at their existence. 26

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MARJORIE BACKES Three o'Clock in the Morning was written with 1i'l Backes as its inspira- tion or it should have been. She exists for Fridays. Her days are filled with letters and week-ends are the fruits thereof. New York to Boston seems a popular refrain with her. After one of her jaunts she likes to make up for lost sleep in the bathtub. It saves time, but Minnie becomes wor- ried and lifts her voice in anguish until Marge replies wearily, Awri. Wus the rush? Queen Marge stuck her finger in '25's ir and brought out a glorious handful of young green birds or was it 26?7 Anyway, Branford immortalized it the glorious n a string of dolls at a party. sorned art of bluffing is carried by our plump classmate to an ttainment. Do you know of anyone else who can go to classes 100d strikes her, rest at the expense or cut-rate of a Leib exam ith a fiourishing smile? You do not. Neither do we. ment committees are her forte. Just before an entertainment, she calls the other ladies togther, gently flatters them into a asm on the spot, applauds, dashes off for a week-end and salves nce by the lovely write-up in the News afterward. It went off dear, what more do you want ? i, I wish you could see the letter I got Dbelieve in ripples on the surface. We y see the depths underneath-when the her. 28