Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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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.

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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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Cold hands and feet but warm hearts and heads go with the early morning carolling of the college by the sophomores. Few have gone to bed anyway, so it is no chore to pull polo coats over ski pants and go into the winter snow. Of course, suitcases are not packed nor are all assignments done, but sophomore car- olling is too good fun and too good a tradition to miss. Finally, all are homeward bound im- bued with the Xmas spirit and memories of the chapel service, pageant and song. The group soon reassembles for the new se- mester. What a wonderful thing is a group, said Pooh, or might have, had he known of such. But my, the troubles that arise over room-draw- ing. There scems to be just a solitary number one in Miss Burton's bag. Carolling by candlelight knee-dy situation But two hundred and cight! Page thirty-one