Elmira College - Iris Yearbook (Elmira, NY)

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VUNIORS Oh, don't ask me why I saved all this junk! My friends accuse me of being sentimental. I don't deny it. Take that straw, for instance. Know what that is? Our coketail party! We dragged our little sisters around from one group to another eager for them to meet everybody, ,hoping to impress them with our newly acquired dignity. CLater they became acquainted with our undignilied side as we chatted over food at the Cowle Bin.D No, that snapshot wasn't taken at a farm. Those laughing creatures you sec in the hay are a group of us on the Junior-Freshman picnic. Our efforts to keep our plans secret were in vain, but it was fun being discovered hiding in the haystack. I can feel that prickly stuff down my back now. We enjoyed sharing our hot dogs, chocolate, apples, and big bonfire with the clever Sophomores. Adriana Par1navi.r, Prexidentf Barbara Swirls, Vite-Pre.ride11r,' Marilyn Bowne, .S'ecrermjf,' Berg' jane Hood, Treamrer. This is not just a piece of cotton. Don't you recognize it?Junior Weekend wouldn't have been com- plete without a snowball for a souvenir. It was a wonderful Prelude to Winter! For the first time Prom was held off campus and was strictly successful. The thrill we sensed as we glided over the floor was one of accomplishment. Everyone had a grand time. Here's a newspaper clipping-the one in the middle is supposed to be me. It's a scene from Tom .S'o1oyer. We had a worthwhile experience playing in the big Keeney Theater for those hundreds of children-probably the closest we'll ever come to the professional stage! Tom and I-luck, joe and Sid were perfect boys -real ones couldn't have been better. When we presented it again at college as Junior Thespis, we wondered who enjoyed it most. The pantaloons we wore.. . . 18

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Oh, please, handle that botanical specimen carefully, will you? It represents an important clay in my life--my first cap and gown day. I gave my yellow chrysanthemums to my little sisters, but I kept the fern spray for myself. l think that was the day we actually cast aside out dreadful Sophomoric be- havior and stepped into our new roles as Juniors. We were never more serious as We marched into Chapel from the terrace, singing our class song, too conscious of those white tassels bobbing about in our faces. I suppose I should throw this wish-bone away, but I hate to .... It's from our turkey dinner at Thanksgiving time. We couldn't go home, but everything was made so pleasant for us that we really didn't mind. The Kahrls graciously invited us to their home for Thanksgiving supper. We sang and talked, and didn't feel the least bit homesick .... I think I'll keep it. That gay colored napkin? Oh, I saved it from our hayride-the one we had for Dr. Kahrl after Christmas vacation. We piled merrily onto the wagon in slacks and snowsuits and started out. It was cold but we warmed ourselves singing any gay tune that came into our heads. The steady pace of the horses was broken only when we stopped to pick up Birchie CKahrls' dogl Although we jumped down from the wagon reluctantly after it was over, we ran eagerly into Tompkins for the hot dogs, cocoa and doughnuts which awaited us. The ride served to invigorate us-to say nothing of what it did to our appetites. Don't laugh at my lock of hair. It was a memorable occasion when I walked into one of the barber sessions for which we juniors are famous. Many of us became tired of looking at the same old face in the mirror every day-and when that happened Mary E1len's scissors were dragged out and the follow- ing morning strange faces appeared on campus. I'm quite attached to the handkerchief you are holding. The stands for Eddie, I guess, but it is Ensign to me. He was awfully nice. I spilled coke on my dress and he gave me his handkerchief to clean it off. Do you think I was rude not to return it? I don't really need anything to remind me of our pa- triotic gesture of entertaining the ensigns, however. We proudly accompanied them to dinner, to the play, and then to the vic dance. The letters of thanks we received spoke for the good time they had. I had almost forgotten that hair ribbon-it was part of the outfit which I wore to our Kiddie Party after spring vacation. Short dresses, pigtails, dolls, and teddy bears-we all looked so silly and some of us looked screamingly funny playing London Bridge, Drop-the-handkerchief and the Farmer in the Dell. Could all these children skipping about be the Juniors? the teachers and business women of next year? Oh dear, I'll have to throw out some of these old corsages and burn a few of those letters-I've just got to make room in my box for next year- 19