Lyndon State College - Northern Lights Yearbook (Lyndonville, VT)

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23 THE VERLYN SLUM PICTURES Our Lady’s cross is fingered by the sun who, slow to leave, goes strolling down the west. A woman, after factory work, pins to the line her man’s shirt; gropes in her basket and fills up the sagging line across the filthy alley dark below. An organ grinder tinkles sweet tunes that sing of far-off olive groves beside clean waters. A fruit vender curses the stinging dust a fickle breeze stirs up while blowing dirty paper down the street. The children whimper with the heat, the heavy traffic clangs, the elevated screams and whines. Behind Our Lady’s tower white clouds pile high like snow. L. W. Swanson. “It is most true — stylus virum arguit — our style betrays us. ' “Cudgel thy brains no more about it.” Key to (read 10 6 17 4 18 16 15 5 2 the Test down) 11 i 14 8 3 1 0 12 13

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THE VERLYN 25 GARNETTA ALLEN Mikado; Verlyn: Dramatic Club; Commence- ment Committee; Valentine Dance; Jr. Class Play. A certain dynamic dark headed young lass Can upset the morale of most any class Those characterizations, those witty retorts Have cheered up more Juniors who felt out of sorts. We're glad you’ve decided to come hack next year To brighten the faces of all those who are here. MARY AUSTIN Commencement Committee; Raster Service Committee; Valentine Dance Committee; Or- chestra. Like a whish of the March wind, a dash of the spring. Is the kind of an entrance that Mary can bring. She’s little and tiny yet she sure gets about. Sometimes we’re convinced that she’ll wear herself out. She’s the life of the party and when she’s around Not one but a dozen admirers abound. MARJORIE BROCK Handicraft Club; Mikado. Soft, brown eyes. Lighted with a smile, You’ll find her company Very worth while. Studious and quiet as can be. She’s a pal to you and a pal to me. ARLENE CAMPBELL Junior Council member: Etiquette Club; Edi- tor-in-chief of Verlyn; Dramatic Club. What have we here I ask of you? She's tall, she's blonde with eyes of blue. She makes the Verlyn toe the mark And has a feather-bed in which to park. In chapel she shouts about library books. Hut her actions betray her dignified looks.