Goucher College - Donnybrook Fair Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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U16 past is a prologue SENIOR CLASS If you were to ask us, we would say that we are just like any other Senior Class: we have done the same things, gone the same places, and had the same hopes and fears that college girls have had for the last decade. It seems impossible and unreasonable to us that this was the last Thanksgiving Dinner, the last Siug-Song, the last May Ball, and our own Senior VVCCk. Time has gone so rapidly that we are still slightly incredulous even with the diploma in our hngers. We saw an era of many Changes. We are the last Class to Cherish the memory of Boat- ride and wading in the bay. Those were the , gay, happy days when the word llwar was Adv1sors . . . . Dr. and Mrs. Joseph M. Beatty appheel only to Europe; gasoline rationmg and the mines in Chesapeake Bay were unheard-of. That was the year in which we learned to love Charles Street, and Coucher Hall, and all the things which went with Goucher in the city. The next year was marked by the startling news of December 7th. Soon we found our- selves living in a Changed world. llSay it with Service became the motto of the day, and we SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS E. Cole, F. Roderick, E. Foster Baerrls Hours - . - Presulent Barbara Banker 24

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JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS STANDING: N. Suisman, F. Johnson SEATED: B. Agler, S. Johnson, B. Levy Peg President Margaret Bichy 50 zittlcz Um 23

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industriously went to First Aid Classes and knitted for the Red Cross. We became accus- tomed to the fact that many of our brothers and friends were in the Army, and we saw other friends in the uniforms of the WAGS and the WAVES, as well as in the slacks of the Bendix worker. Before we were quite accustomed to this Change, the year ended, and at the beginning of the next year we found ourselves living in the new dormitory Of Mary Fisher Hall. We learned to ride trolleys and study at the same time. We are proud that we were the pio- neers, proud that we were able to introduce our lllittle sisters to the new Goueher. We learned what fun it is to be semi-important personages 0n the campus, and we had all the joys of majoring with none of the dark Clouds of eornprehensives hanging over our heads. Before we had a Chance to catch our breath, Step-Singing had come and we were standing on the steps of Goueher Hall singing uWe are the Seniors? It was indeed miraculous. Our Senior year has been all that we had so eagerly expected. With eomprehensives al- ways before us, we studied harder than the freshmen of four years ago would have thought possible; with the other classes relying on our leadership, we plunged into the re3ponsibilities of going to college in a world grown increas- TONE COMMITTEE N. Duffus, B. Miller, E. Plaek, B. Borwiek, E. Aeeles, F. Roderick, B. Friedlander ingly war-conseious; we tried to ht hours at the clinic or the ration board into an already crowded schedule. It has been hectic at times, but always there was the compensation of feel- ing that we could play a small part in the large picture of the nation at war. All the little festivities and customs of col- lege have been doubly important to us this last year. We watched Convocation, and could hardly believe it would be our last; Thanks- giving Dinner and the movies of Goueher afterwards only served to remind us of our last four years; we practiced with special diligence for Sing-Song and managed to better our ree- ord by coming in second; and on May Day we crowned a Queen from our own class, and watched a court which, we were firmly eon- Vineed, was the loveliestwe had seen. Senior Week came; caps and gowns were the order of the day. We went to Garden Party and chatted with the faculty; we stood on the steps of Goueher Hall and sang the songs of our four years, while we watched the sophomores holding the Daisy Chain and realized that only a short time ago they had been our timid lllita tle sisters. Finally came Commencement, diplomas, and that Challenge to meet the world which had seemed so distant four years ago. This time it was our turn; our four years had gone. 25