Drew Seminary - Ladnacs Yearbook (Carmel, NY)

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1 Wh 1 r' E . 1 !v T- Class History Life is as a book. VVe may read and reread its many pages and find interest in doing both. This great piece of literature has in its contents only three chap- ters. We, the class of twenty-nine, have just finished reading the last page of the first chapter, and we are about to begin the second, which is the sweetest, and yet the saddest, of them all. The final chapter is yet to be read, but none of us knows what experiences that last part holds for us. j As we are about to begin our second part of Life, let us review the preceding pages of this book in order to see what our Senior class of nineteen hundred and twenty-nine has accomplished in its previous years. Just four years ago last September, we wandered into Drew. We entered expectant yet curious. With difficulty we curbed our desire to be inquisitive, we were restrained by a fear that our critics, the stately upper classmen, might term us green to our faces. Probably we' were referred to in this manner behind our backs, but we saw no reason to encourage such brutal frankness to our poor innocent faces! However, We finally lost most of our inferiority com- plexes and the crowning event of our Freshman year took place, our first enter- tainment in Smith Hall. This occasion won for us deserved credit. The following year found us under the semi-dignified title of Sophomores. That year we gave a little performance full of pep and wit, and that was a suc- cessful year, too. Exams came and, lo and behold! every Sophomore was made a Junior. Last year, as Juniors, We began to feel as though life were worth living and that we might possibly become Seniors after all! Our first efforts were expended towards raising money for .our class and for the famous Junior-Senior rush. Our helpful and loyal advisor, Miss Sheers, aided us in giving '6Three One Playsv which pleased our audience, and which brought assistance to our financial pro- gress. Inspired by this success, we decided to have a Junior night club. With zealous cooperation, we decorated the gymnasium so well that it was disguised as a fashionable rendez-vousv. This novelty was a great success and everyone enjoyed herself immensely. Then came the rush! This occasion lived up to all expectations in that it was one of the best of the traditional rushes given to the Seniors by the Juniors. After this gay event, we realized that one of our best years was ended and that we were soon to attain the enviable ranks of Seniors. Now we are near the end of our first chapter in Life's Book. Seniors! What a lot of meaning lies in those seven letters, and how much is expected of those bearing the title. We soon held our first meeting and our class was organized, thus beginning our final year. To show our remarkable dramatic ability, we gave the Senior play which did us much justice. Having had Miss Smith for our advisor, and Lee Robinson for our President, we feel that our class has been successful in all that it has undertaken to do. But now Chapter 1 is ended, and the class of twenty-nine must say good-bye to its many friends whom We have learned to love throughout our four school years. We have tried to do our best, and to make this graduating class one that Drew will be proud of. With heartiest appreciation to Dr. Wright for all that he has done to help us during our sojourn at Drew, we bid you all Farewell! VIVIAN PAYNE. 37

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Senior Prophecy EAVENS! Shirl, we,ll never make the boat. It's ten of twelve now, and weire only on 34th Streetf, Jean YVarner was talking to her former room- mate, Shirley Mawer. They were seated in a yellow cab, scarcely visible above a huge pile of valises, grips, and baggage of all description. The class of ,Q9 had decided to go on a floating university cruise and Jean and Sliirl were on their Way to the pier. They urged their driver to go faster and were just nearing their pier when a minion of the law mounted on a motorcycle drew abreast of them, and exclaimed gruffly, 'Tull over to de curb. Whatsa big idee? Where d'ya think y'are? Dis ain't de Long Island Speedway by a long shotln The chauffer drew over to the curb. Jean, who had been famed for her oratorical powers while at Drew, started to explain their unlawful haste. She turned to the cop',, and gasped, Why Miriam Hanaburg, don't tell me you're the famous woman motorcycle cop everyone is talking about! Miriam giggled sheepishly and said. Well-er-yes! But you are the first two Drewites I've ever had occasion to stopf, Well, Miriam, said Shirley, it's this way-we have only six minutes to catch the floating university boat for foreign parts, and I know, having roomed across the hall from you while at Drew, that you won't want us to miss it, so cheerio! Q . O.K.,, replied Miriam, but don't forget to give my love to the rest of the class that's on board. Sorry not to be able to go with you, but perhaps I'll meet you again in New York some timef' The taxi went on to the wharf, deposited its passengers and luggage, and departed. Up rushed Lee Robinson. Well, Shirl, late as usual! We,ll have to sprint for the boat now, and what are the girls going to think of a sprinting Senior Class President?', ' It was a warm autumn day. The water was vividly blue. Kay Spelman and Ginger Blakeslee were leaning over the rail talking in low confidential tones. Do you suppose Captain Speckel will ever discover that it was us that made the piebed on her? queried Ginger anxiously. Why worry?,, was Kayis philosophical retort. Anyway, here come Perry and Ruggles. Let's get a gang of kids together here on the deck and find out what they've all been doing for the past three years. Sure, if you go and get the kids, agreed Ginger. 6'Aw, you always were lazy. I knew I'd have to do it,v and Kay went off to gather the fifteen girls from Drew's class of '29 who were on the ship. In the meantime, Perry and Ruggy came literally dancing up to Ginger in a weird manner. '6Whatever ails you two?,' gasped Ginger. Why, don't you remember the famous Shag everyone used to do up at 39