Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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Miss Orie W. Sherer No sooner has one class with Miss Sherer as its honored classmate graduated, than she is elected to the next one. Others have done their quota for our college, but no one has had such warranted success as Miss Sherer. Possessed of a charming personality, she is our best asset. Always neat and poised, her manner makes us all devoted slaves. And, unusual with such ability, she combines order and art. Despising the suggestion of commercialism, there is no end to which she wili not go in order to see we struggling geniuses rightly labelled. Art Teafor which all the art department labors vearly, graced by her presence is almost a function. Did I say for which the labor was yearly? Yes, but how willingly, when we are blessed with such an enthusiastic leader. 22

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Miss Jrene Nye Somehow or other, Latin and the classicsCulture in its capitalized and emphatic sensenever used to imply other than dread phantoms of huge size, awful terrors of unknown things. But college changes all things, and the small, dainty, friendly person who is Miss Nye, has changed all our opinions of the ancient language and its uses. It is so vital to her that we can't help catching something of its wonder. Things not so ancient, but still past, catch a new gleam when we consider that she was really one of the pioneers in C. C.s lusty infant days, and that she still holds the fervor and faith of those first years. But those things are rather great and dignified, as is Dean Nye on occasion. Our nearer dayvs are friendlier to us. Lonely Freshmen are encouraged by her, upperclassmen are cheered. And it passes our vivid imagination what C. C. will do during the year that she is sailing the briny deep and delighting in the wonders of the other side of the ocean.

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fienry Bill Selden Giatto, Michelangelo, Valasquez, Sargent! These has he taught us to appreciate. But how little do we need to be taught to appreciate our artist of great abilityHenry Bill, himself! In these days when the world is painted in cubic or futuristic contortions and the impassioned daub- ings of our Modern School look too often like Loves Labor Lost, it is refreshing to see a tree that looks like a tree and to enjoy the reality of Jandscapes and seascapes. Though he produces most realistic clouds, our Mr. Bill's head is not always among them. Ie wields charcoal pencil, pigmented brushes, military sabre and workman's hammer with equal ease and grace. He has a corner on the spice of life and proceeds, modestly and whimsically, to carry out any creative project concocted by the mind of man or the fancy of a flapper, and at times, he causes us to wonder if even Leonardo, himself, would not have been forced to pronounce peanut patties and sea foam biscuits as Bully. Let us glance at a few sketches in the gallery of his campus activities. There is the tall Adonis in evening clothes at the Prom festivity; a bent figure clothed in a Flemished smock, adjusting a beaver-board tree on the stage ; and his crowning triumphso we maintainthe role of builder of the good ship l.ong Serpent, each of its 900 tiny nails a proof that Henry Bill knew that it could be done! 23