Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

Page 26 text:

Competitive Sing Fall picnic alumnae weekfend Not long after midyears were a grateful memory, the Sophomores were informed about the mascot hunt, After a week of frantic hunting, we sent the telegram to the Juniors at their banquet, telling them our answer. Spring approached so rapidly that we were packing for vacation, not quite realizing that it was upon us. Vacation was quickly over and with the coming of May Day, we sent flowers to our Senior sisters. Competitive plays came shortly afterwards, and then came the long awaited day of Competitive Sing. As we stood on the library steps singing to honor our Alma Mater, we looked into the future realizing at this moment that another year had slipped swiftly into the past. In the distance was spread before us the moonlit Sound, the everfmoving Thames, the familiar green and gray campus. Here was a given moment in which to recall the events of a crowded yearg A girl's best friend is Her mail It takes rx sophomore to get something like this

Page 25 text:

Keeping fit with Wallace? Hail to thee, blithe spirits and enthusiastic atmosphere. janet Sessions, Chair' man of Decorations, with the help of her committee, performed a highly artistic job of transforming Knowlton Salon into a blue and silver dream. Blue lights cast soft shadows on silver tinsel and lacy bunches of cellophane, and two great Christmas treesfshadowy and graceful in the subdued light -stood on either side of the orchestra stand. The Freshman waitresses drifted through the soft light 21 in bewitching blue and silver dresses, designed by Mary Morse, that blended into the dreamy light in perfect harmony. Couples swayed to the rhythmical music of Dick Messner far into the evening. We all more than enjoyed the results of our eager planning. Swiftly and eagerly on the heels of Soph Hop came Christmas vacation. Cn the night before vacation, the keen excitement was sweetly mitigated by the Christmas pageant-still as beautiful, still as inspire ing-and by the traditional Candle Light' ing Service with its old and beloved carols. At live o'clock in the morning, we Sophof mores congregated in the quad to do our part in the Christmas caroling. There was no snowg a soft drizzle of rain penetrated our shivering bodies, and our voices echoed through folds of winter fog. The inapprof priate weather caused us to sing even more lustily in order to prove that our spirits weren't daunted. Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?

Page 27 text:

just 21 few quick thoughts of such things as walking across the snow at night, missing the inilk train, sunburns on the balcony, going blank before a hnal, an un' expected invitation to a dance, so many fleeting thoughts like pages in a halfffilled scrapbook. And here before us lies the future: the future of two years to be filled with the duties and pleasures of being Upperclassmen. , gs, , A I . jj' 5 ' . Q W X - f ,f X I . I , ' 1 f, Q i VX -f A A .,Jg,f5'l'iq - n ffii if M.,,Y, t - ,'.,.. L 6 14' 'Q it f i X Z 2 S f f K in ng 35 HA 'sf , 535' 1 A Klglf 'J' 'Xa -f 'l sl is X eg f ,aw e s if X wi 3 Q 'M sd' 1 5 4 4 i X .K i , 1 We ff 1 G W , 1 1 ,,, .. 5 ,Jw . 1 . 2 i f A 7 - 'i, :ff l . f fi' 2 '5WiSfsS 1 f ' ' ' V 'ne t 'Q' fs. 'fu Who do you think you are?