Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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We work like Turks The Honor Guard: Lent , Ginny, Loie and 'LBowdie Father goes to college leaving odd looking tracks and holes in the snow behind them. Iviidfvvinter Formal came and went, and we all turned out and had a good time. Then we began anticif pating our three big class events: Mascot Hunt, with its air of mysf tery and its talk of clues, decoys and committeesg junior Banquet, when the truth must out, and junior Prom, our really big weekend with two dances and lots of fun. In spite of all our gaiety, we did not forget the more serious aspect of life, as people in Europe were seeing it. We also anticipated Competitive Sing, with great entreaties to the Rain God to be kind to us this year, and with fond aspirations of ref 28

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the second in our concert series, following that of jose Iturbi. And then politics really arrived on campus with Wendell Willkie. We donned red, white, and blue outhts, and resplendent with head bands and signs, marched down to the railroad station to cheer or boo him. On that great occasion we got sore feet, snapshots of the back of some' body's head, a thrill, deafened ears, and a cut from some of our classes. Then Teddy Reibstein and Marge Till upheld the cause of the Demof crats in our own political rally, which further excited us to heated dis' cussions about the election. We held our own straw vote, and found we were overwhelmingly for Willkie, with which opinion the rest of the country evidently didn't agree. We peeked through the windows at Soph Hop, and remembered our excitement at that time last year, and the wary glances we had cast at those dangerously attractive Freshman waitresses we'd picked. Christmas pageant and our regular Christmas carolling services put the final touches on Christmas spirit here on campus. And we mustn't forget the fun we had giving those Mission House children a good time at the party in Knowlton. We came back from Christmas Qsome of us with rings, but more of us withoutb and faced exams with the calm exterior of veterans, but the inner quakings of any Freshman. But we didn't study all the time, Old Man Winter finally gave us some ice and snow, and Hooker Daoust and Fran Homer began to cut fancy figure eights and other nonfnumerical Hgures down in Bolleswoodg and over on lviuseum Hill, Bobbie Newell, Connie Bleecker, Ginny Kramer, and other more or less ski experts began practicing up for Dartmouth Carnival and Outing Club weekends by Asleep on one's feet Foo on you lt's a great big world The lesson for tofday i'Who wants to sign?

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peating our victory of Freshman year. Then there was the rnelodrammer, when Iphigenia was passed over to us, as next year's Seniors. The year is almost gone now, and with Student Govern' ment oihces nlled with members of our class, and with final exams facing us, we really begin to see how close we are get' ting to Senior Year, unlimited nights, Generals, and three o'clock privilege on Senior Prom weekend. But who can tell what will happen? Imagination is a funny thing, just imagine Barry Beach a militarist, Shirley Austin 'Lon pro , Sid Porteus with a permanent, Marianna Lemon drinking orangeade, Marion Bisbee a shy violet, Louisa Bridge spending Saturday night in the Library, Jean Pilling and Jean Staats crocheting, Ellie King wi thout her Coast Guard, Louise Ressler skiing for us at Middlebury, Winnie Stevens at Princeton housefparties and Lennie Tingle at Yale. just imagine! L'ShuclQs fellers, 'twarrft nothin 29