Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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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

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September 1940, and we Juniors came back to start on the second half of our college life. We had new responsibilities, those of sister class to the incoming Freshmen. My, didn't we really begin to feel maternal! Especially those of us who had spent a busy but interesting freshman week, fulfilling the duties of House Juniors: Aggie Hunt, Shirley Wilde, Bobby Brengle, Ginny Little, Jeanne Le Fevre, Nancy Pribe, Janet Carlson, Pat King, Faith Maddock, Barry Beach, Dot Barlow. That first day was really funitrying to avoid the cards and elbows and ink that were everywhere in the Registrar's office, pouncing gleefully on those who lived down the hall last year, uttering shrieks of Did you have fun? and Oh, it's wonderful to see you V' and spending a long evening in the well' arranged room of some early arrival, discussing who wasn't back and why, and putting aside the horrible thought of unpacking. We met our freshman sisters, who then meant more to us than a name to which we had addressed a letter before returning to college. We gave them a fashion show in which Lenny Tingle, Marge Till, Joan Jacobson, June Perry, Mu Thompson, Maurie Gieg and others showed what the well dressed Junior wore upon occasion-even to Winnie Stevens in a fetching angel robe, complete with fraternity pin. I We got to know the transfers: Jean West, Jean Holden, Bobby Weld, Gidge Lee, Joan Donaldson, Lois Linehan, Marge Chinski, Bobbie Burr, Rochelle Friedburg, lngegerd Anderson, and laughed as they suffered through the C quiz with the Freshmen. And then came our Hrst class meeting, when the Junior class really got under way, lead by our oihcersz Lois Brenner, President, Dorothy Barlow, VicefPresident, Jeanne Le Fevre, Treasurer, and Barry Beach, Secretary. And we mustn't omit those other class leaders, who were making the Junior class important in the management of school affairs: Marianna Lemon, Speaker of the House, Pat King, head of StudentfFaculty Forum, Nancy Wolfe