Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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Dr. Lawrence is one of the Faculty to whose person is attached the blue ribbon of collegiate approval. Our attitude towards him is one of smiling respect. Smiling, because we feel he is one of us, and respect, not only for his ability to juggle historical dates from then to now, but also for what he is. Never will we forget his Message from the Cradle , de- livered at A. A. Banquet when he lay the swollen and aching victim of the mumps! A wilted pansy was the sole tribute of the moment, but now we preserve this achievement for the guidance of posterity. May other classes profit, and make use of his indomitability. Dr. Lawrence has pledged himself to the care of the Lan- tern, and so, too, do we pledge ourselves to a life of obeisance and reverence to this member of 1925 who has so nobly ac- quitted himself. [231

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A new Dean, a new Doctor, a new House Fellow! A truly multiple personality, all in the person of Dean Benedict. She has proven herself the Atlas of our collegiate world. She has had manifold opportunities for the bandaging of limbs, and the picking up of remains, and thus we have grown fond of her professionally as well as socially. It is really quite an efficient system, this centralized au- thority and it is not unappreciated by us who feel that we have found a new advisor, a fine friend, and one whom we wish to welcome as she is worthy of being welcomed. [22]

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( Margaret Ewing President i n , Constance Parker 1 Constance Parker Vice-President ) E jjy y ,„ . Secretary Persis Hurd Treasurer Janet Aldrich Song Leader Elizabeth Allen Historian Olga Gennert Cheer Leader Nan Apted We did all the things that Freshmen are expected to do. We wore our best clothes Registration Day and smiled impartially at everyone we met. When our advisors urged us with treacherous kindliness to take History 1-2, we, trusting souls, supposed we ' d like to . We looked with wistful eyes upon the jubilant reunion of old classmates and wondered dimly if we ' d ever know anyone well enough to call her by her first name. We stood around awkwardly at the all-college-get-acquainted party and glowed gratefully when Sperry smiled at us. We did our hair in tight bobs and decked it with gay, green bows; we stood aside to let upper classmen pass; but in defiance of all Sophomore law and order we declined to roll up our stockings and therefore suffered duly at the hands of righteously in- dignant Seniors. As the days passed, we began to feel a sort of class con- sciousness. We chose our officers. Even after the Christmas holidays we continued to do the usual Fresh- man thing. In a fever of excitement we bobbed our hair on Saturdays and repented leisurely on Monday mornings. We spoke in hushed voices of Mid years, but managed to struggle through. Then May was upon us with our Pageant in the Quadrangle. Then Finals, and our Freshman year was over [24]