Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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5 0JJ4 onmoce edarc SOPHOMORE YEAR . . . at last the stature of upperclassmen . . . if only the sec- ond filler in the academic sandwich . . . an autumn arrival at the Quad, our aspiration as freshmen . . . then into blue jeans because we know . . . gleeful yells across the green to old friends in different dorms, new friendships growing with our classmates . . . comparing notes on summer days. That good feeling of truly belonging with- out too much responsibility inspires us the time when new fields open to us, economics, government, psychology . . . we wrestle with stiff introductory courses . . . if we feel some- what superior to the freshmen, forgive us . . . it's always been a sophomore trait. We work, yes, but ours is a happy balance the freshmen come with us on a Yale week-end via the gym stage . . . the last warm fall days are exploited on the beach . . . cadets, stray college men, and increasingly popular sub- basers fill week-ends, vie with books. And what sophomore will not remember the glorious freedom of Thames, the ruination of manners, that hasty smoke before an eight o'clock, those after-dinner sings in the living room . . . or who will forget those cold, early motning walks for breakfast? . . . the sun rising in all its glory sending stark shafts of red and yellow into the waters of the sound . . . then pageant time arrives at last . . . suitcases half-packed, themes hurriedly finished, dawn carolling with the friendly glow of candles heightening high spirits. The new year is ushered in with plans for mid-winter formal . . . Knowlton salon at last alive with silks and satins, white ties and tails, snappy blues . . . competitive plays follow . . . tension of the final night . . . drama and talent unearthed . . . March sees us kowtowing to the juniors . . . remember Honorable Miss? . . . queries of does x plus y mean the clue would be in a tree? All of a sudden spring returns to this our college . . . on May day we hang corsages on our sisters' doors and have our second strawberry breakfast . . . beach days begin again . . . sophomore year completed. Page twenty-nine

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Picnic portrait Des mesdemoiselles Cottons on the quad Page thirty Although sophomore year witnessed the fur- ther transition from peace to war, nothing could seriously dampen our spirits. Friendships grew as we worked and played in twos, in threes, in groups, and as a class. We collected prom sou- venirs, and banners, lined our mirrors with pictures, and rejoiced as our blue jeans achieved a really weathered look. Remember what fun Sunday night suppers were? Inner Sancrum? or records provided a background for a feast of goodies from home. Mascot Hunt was a high point when the whole Quad rocked with activity. Assuming a temporarily increased re- spect for the juniors, we madly hunted for clues, almost demolished Fanning, and .t long last found out all the secrets at the banquet.