Goucher College - Donnybrook Fair Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Wetre Juniors And Wetve Lots Of Stylett we who ElfC 111111.013 remember many CXe perienees and incidents reminiscent of our Erst three years at college. VVeKre outgrown our freshman shyness, the boisterous sophomore stage and Enally have settled down to the uPm a stu- dent junior phase. W elve Changed quite a lot since Freshman W eek 1945, VVe7ve made new friends, come in contact with a world of books and we think we have gained savoir faite and a cosmopolitan outlook. We attend I.R.C. meet- ings and discuss the impending elections; we read T. S. Eliot and Plato and know the merits of the Marshall Plan. With all this intelligent activity we never ignore the possibilities for fun and we look back on these three years and our participation in class and school activities with the knowledge that it has been ilreal. Freshman year with Esther Murray as Presi- dent of our Class is now just a memory ocea- Sionally brought to mind as we watch our sister Class pass through the trials we knew. Sopho- more Cenerals are no longer a bogus and we look back triumphantly 011 the past year which saw us capture the honors at Sing-Song with our hit song, Up and Atom Sophomores. Nancy Bot- tomley was our president and we were gay young sophomores who doubted that there was much left for us to learn. Our Junior year found us outEtting ourselves with the dignity and the earnestness becoming the upper division. Our acquisition of the Class of ,51 as little Sisters convinced us that two years were behind us. With our majors came the headaches and backaches we heard joked about so often. We became well acquainted with the library and four days a week found us slaving away over reserve books. We hope that compre- hensives will prove our efforts worthy. How- ever, we pass 011 the knowledge that there is no find upper division not too formidable. Left: Pat Caffee and Barbara Daily, relaxing in their room, Below: N. Goldman, VieeiPresident; A. Lyons, Secretary; E. Ainslie, Sgt.-at-arms; N. Clark, President; Not pictured: P. Edmunds, Treasurer; S. Hughes, Reeorder-of-Points.

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day for science majors. Potato chips, pickles, grasshoppers, antsethatk what all picnics are made of. Under Mary Fishcrkellcr wc served at Freshman Reception, marveling at the adeptness with which the freshmen juggled their punch and cookies and shook hands, all at one time. Thurs- day chapel services found us in academic gowns ushering students and faculty. Spring revealed us roaming the meadows in search of daisies for the traditional daisy chain. Sophomore Generals caught up with us after we Spent weeks develop- ing a nonehalant attitude, and we found that they werenlt as odious as pictured. We learned to knit and study 011 the Coucher busses, and found that our stadium boots are necessary for daily hikes between Mary Fisher and the Science Building. In our lighter moments we became acquainted with the Baltimore sights neglected during our Freshman year. Just ask us where the Peabody Bookshop is! We found our supply of midnight oil inex- haustible, our little grey cells at Robinson cozy, our appetites insatiable, our enjoyment of living unlimited. The first to take OH for a quick movie and the last to forget those ever present eight objectives, weVe managed to reach the halfway mark with hardly a scratch. The mysteries of upper division hold 110 terrors for us. We are Sophomores. The Cunninghams, Sophomore Class advisors.

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'tWetre Full Of Pep And Savoir-Faire smoking in the library, for what it may be worth. Once again Roz Hammond and Theo Kramer found that Nit pays to advertise with another Sing-Song victory chalked up for the forty-niners. It is rumored that we are the Erst class to take first place two years in a row. We met two terms of deadlines under Editor-in-Chief Anne Lytle and in April sent the 1948 issue of Donnybrook Fair to the printer. Later that same month each of us took a senior to Junior-Senior dessert and suddenly it dawned upon us that in just one short year our college days would be almost over. Among the souvenirs of our Junior year are the heart-bedecked cotillion programs, ticket stubs from football games at Yale, Princeton, and An- napolis. There are memories of slam bridge hands, of mid-winter snow battles, and of a case of spring fever which came just at exam time. With these that weVe tucked away weKre left room for the trophies we shall collect during the best year ever. Senior Year, 1949! 21