Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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MARIE LOUISE BERG Fame travels faster than her favor- ites and Miss Berg's reputation as it preceded her sounded a little like the winner of Photoplay's Beauty and Brains Contest. But being a sceptic by nature and a cynic by cultivation we doubted. Came a night, however, when the reality followed the reputation into . Plant living room. Since cynicism had not quite supplanted our natural curi- ' osity we elongated our swan-like neck and peered through the glass doors. We had a glimpse of a very delicate profile and a lot of dark curly hair. Through our teeth we muttered grudgingly, Yes, she is pretty! And as we drew out of sight, but not out of earshot, we were followed by a clear voice and the most delicious enuneciation in the world. With the beauty self-evident, we lingered to disprove the brains. But by comparison, we felt ourselves like a half-witted earth-worm with a bad cold in his head. And so we surrendered! 31

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MILDRED BEEBE Do I dare cut my Saturday A4M class and go home Friday night?' How often have we heard Beebe ask this question, as her thoughts drifted home- ward to Storrs? Her strong point is diligence and faithfulness to duty. Her weak point is that of Week-ending. Can the attraction be C. A. C.? We wonder ! Beebe's two interests lie in the fields of Library work and Romance lan- guages, although this year we have no- ticed that Bryce accompanies her wherever she goes. ppears to the majority of poeple to be very quiet, but to those who she is as lively as anyone, and whoever wins her friendship is faithful and sincere comrade. Her interest and devotion to her ot escape notice, and we are sure that success will follow her s in whatever field her work may lead her. 30

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'. e JEssIE N. BIGELOW We dont know anything about her lurid past except that she evinces an avid interest in press clippings all per- taining to the society pillars of her home town, Washington, D. C. She likes peaked hatsbecause they are different and because anyone else would be shot at sunset for thrusting the extraordinary specimens in our line of vision. When it comes to a play, Jessie can coach it beforehand, pull the curtain on the fateful night, prompt behind scenes, wax humorous over the audience and come dashing on herself for a choice bit of characterization, then she re- treats for morbid introspection - the effort had been weary, flat, stale and unprofitable and finally n time to hiss to the electrician, Lights! n work herself into a perfect shade of Dante, sleep a week-end and ith her affection for the human race restored. onally she makes the rounds with the information that she has to do until Thursday. A chortle invariably accompanies her leer. She's the only character outside of fiction who can B ertain a whole table of raucous femininity through an entire meal one of her graces. ; of her favorite expressions pleasant and affable comprise a of meaning. It all depends on the look in her eye. esser soul dare incur her wrath she sometimes burbles her feelings nt to the lesser soul's friend. Like Demosthenes her motto seems nything for experience. es across from Caroline. Our allusions woollyis it David and Jonathan we are r of 7 Perhaps the Rock of Ages? hing be carried on without listening to 'jo.ols of wisdom? . . . Nuthink. Abso- think.