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

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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

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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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( radding around was considerable that year since there were lots of returning servicemen and we could ride during certain hours over the week end. Under the able direction of our president, Mary Lee Mover. Sophomore Class Day was a huge success, as well as our other class activities. More and more we were feeling and looking like college women. That is the year everybody cut bangs, isn ' t it? Scarcely had we cracked a book when exams overtook us and we do mean! We recuperated during Christmas vacation, however, made fresh resolutions, and started 1946 with new hope. Hope springs eternal, somebody said. JUNIORS AT LAST Second quarter passed quickly as do all second quarters and we found our- selves in the final lap — moving up in Assembly again. Juniors! Could it be ? Juniors we were in September, 1946. Everyone will remember that when we arrived on campus the sun was shining. Not only that, Madison bad become co-ed! A lovely way, indeed, to begin the year. Leafing through our handbooks we found that we had unlimited week ends and immediately tried to arrange our schedules in order to avail ourselves of this privilege. Myrt Huntington was sounding the gavel that year, and we really got things done in a hurry ! The charming Dr. Gerald Wendt was our Class Day speaker, and although we realized it is not sophisticated to be wide-eyed, we were. Tempus sure does fugit with classes, exams, dances ( remember Panhellenic?), week ends off campus, and evenings in the library. March sneaked up on us along with elections for major and minor officers. The realization that we were the incoming Senior Class and that on our shoulders would rest the main responsibility in maintaining the ideals and standards that Madison College stands for hit us full in the face. WE ' RE ELECTED! Everybody recalls Spring quarter of Junior year as the time when the pass word was, When will 1 ever get it all done. There just isn ' t that much time. Somehow we met the deadlines, and with our remaining strength we scrambled for the Seniors ' seats on moving-up daw Theoretically, this should have been our last 20