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

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c went to showers and had our annual pictures taken in Senior Hall, and some of us vailed it home . . . Moving-Up Day in chapel came, but this time we moved out instead of up . . . 16

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You will meet here the people of Madison College. They are the boys and girls and faculty members among whom we study in class, behind whom we stand in the P. O. line, with whom we carry on polite conver- sation over teacups . . . 15

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Jortif -(yxiners [Jlno LjoaL fune, 1949 Dear Bil I guess reminiscing is characteristic of the members of the SENK R CLASS, for suddenly I find the past four years I have spent here at Madison all crowding into a few minutes. With a little ache somewhere down deep inside me, I recall jaunts down town for supper; bridge parties; feasts after lights out; phone calls and boxes from home; Saturday night movies; and even fire drills in the middle of the night when we all piled out half asleep with gooey faces and put-up hair. Perhaps they are silly little things to remember, Hill, hut 1 guess the little things are the most important after all, for they seem to pull at your heart strings and tie them very tightly to places and things. My first days at Madison are like a dream now. I seem to remember some- thing about rain and lines of people. There were lots of both. Gosh, Hill, we were mighty green! Hut it wasn ' t long before we were holding our own with upper- classmen, for it was Jane Grant, a freshman, who won the open tennis tourna- ment that year. Beauty was also discovered among us in the person of Jackie Hodnett, New-Girl Bride. Originality and cleverness were not lacking in our Freshman Class either. Proof of this is found in a term paper, entitled From Pantaloons to Scanties, written by a Freshman. Our blackface class night was other tangible proof of unique talent, the leading character being a chicken thief. Mr. and Mrs. Partlow and Ben proved their mettle that year too, for we were thoroughly convinced we couldn ' t have choseri better sponsors fir mascot. And then it was June . . . We, like all Sophomores, suffered from some sort of a complex — definitely not an inferior one, though, for we set out to do big things that year. Much credit goes to Marianna Howard, our class president, for the recreation room that was set up in Ash by Gym, a project that is now inherited by each successive sophomore class. Two important things were introduced on campus that year, too — men students and an honor system. The honor system made us a little more aware of our sense of honor and the men made us a little more aware of our dress and appearance. Early sprint; found us in traditional blackface for class night at Harlem University. And then it was June . . . Junior year was ushered in with a flour- ish as skirts get longer and longer. Betty Weller presided over us that year as we entertained at tea for the Westhampton bas- ketball team and at luncheon for Madame Silvercruz, our class day speaker. Class night program was again done in blackface, with skits of famous men in history. Then a big thrill came to us when we nominated and elected major officers. They were all such grand girls — our girls — that it was hard to choose between them. With MYRA FENSTEE.WALD the excitement of elections past, it wasn ' t President 7