James Madison University - Bluestone Schoolmaam Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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Senior Class Class History M By Nan Creel Reprinted from The ber 27, 1947. Bri Oclo- BARBARA WENSEL The patter of raindrops on tine roof is usually very conducive to pleasant — dreaming, but most of us Seniors found it can also bring on nightmares. Yes, September in The Rain might well have been our theme song, for who can forget the great flood of 1944? Mingling our tears with the raindrops in the gutters, we watched them flow away together. Then, with new umbrellas (whatever became of them. ' ' ) held high, we waded into our new roles as Madison freshmen. Then, as now, the burning question for the first several days was Where does the line form? This was subsequently reworded to Where, if at all, does the line end? But, by getting up at six o ' clock and missing breakfast to get there first, we finally got our books, post office boxes, and various sundries. (Who says history doesn ' t repeat itself!) Then for a few weeks those of us who just love a party were pleased by such social functions as the Big Sister-Little Sister party, Dr. and Mrs. Duke ' s recep- tion, and the usual round of teas. JULIA SMITH, PREXY With Julia Smith as our prexy and Miss Jansen as our sponsor, we. the larg- est Freshman Class to enroll at Madison up until that time, planned and organized our Class Day. Weeks and several boxes from home later found us (Queens for a Day!) sitting in the Seniors ' seats, beaming approval at our excellent Class Da} ' speaker, Miss Emily Kimbrough. Time changes but little. Knowledge and food we devoured with gusto; how- ever, it has long been known that in so far as knowledge and food are concerned, the only appetite comparable to that of the Madison freshman is the appetite of the adolescent boy. Speaking of adolescent boys reminds us that we had some dreamy dances Freshman year. Gee, it was hard to say Goodnight promptly. There is some- thing about a uniform, be it AMA, SMA, VPI, GI, or bell bottomed trousers. 18

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. fP o Inez Creel, Annalee Messick, Betty Coyne, Barbara W ' ensel, Margaret Hoggard, Angeline Matthews. VACATIONS! Thanksgiving, Christmas, snow, and ice melted into the past, and suddenly it was Spring — back with rustling shade and apple blossoms and sun bathing. California beaches had nothing over our back campus that year if the whistles of the crewmen on the local choo-choo and hedge-hopping airplanes are indicative of anything. Exams and May Day, and then it was all over except the packing and movi ng up in Assembly. Just think — Sophomores ! The wise little fools hit the campus in September, 1945, simultaneously with the annual monsoon. The war was over, and the current tune was If I Loved You. So much for the background. HISTORY With firm resolve that we weren ' t going to let things pile up — including pounds — we did our work faithfully and left the nuts off our chocolate sundaes for the first two weeks. Then we got busy and sent these along with our other jd intentions to pave a certain place. 19