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

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26 THE VERLYN On their arrival in New York they again stayed at the Cole’s Hotel which was situated directly across from Times Square Building. Looking up they saw this flash of society news — Letha Me Lam to marry heir to Folsom’s Millions. 'Hie next A. M. they took the train at Grand Central Sta- tion for the good old Green Mountain State. Erma Whitcomb Letha McLam Zeda Chaffee CLASS AUCTION Ladies and Gentlemen: We are gathered together here today to dispose of the various odds and ends kept and cherished by the unforgetable, highly efficient, doubly intelligent graduating class of 1937. Attention!! How much am I offered, for this nice jar of frogs containing every specie under the sun? Caught by hand and by net, by Bernice Webster and the Honorable Charles H. Hapgood respectfully. Rain or no rain, the worthy class trans- ported them home. Going, going, gone! to the Freshmen class. (May you become expert picklers under the guiding hands of Mr. Hapgood.) Who wants this position ? President of a group of irre- sponsible fun-loving teachers-to-be, namely president of Sanborn House now held by May Stevens. Every bidder must be depend- able, honest, free, white, and twenty-one. Sold! to the lady with the beautiful auburn hair, Joyce Ray. Here’s something Zeda Chaffee doesn’t need any more; a whole basket full of argumentative ability, which has been well exercised in Math, class, and guaranteed to make anyone a “Doubting Thomas.” Sold to that quiet, little, domestic lady, Urania Emerson. Just look here! A five foot shelf of Dr. Elliott’s Encyclo- pedias. Anyone purchasing same may be able to keep up on their scientific terms as well as Dorothy Cowling has this year. Sold to the shy, pessimistic, little Senior-to-be, Clara Webster. See here! A perfectly good pair of silk stockings, with only one run in each one, but Lola Currier won’t wear them any

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THE VERLYN 25 lene explained that this summer’s study would give them their master’s degree. The trip over was quite uneventful although Martha did feel it was a low class manner for a honeymooning couple to travel and mentioned ;t rather frequently to “Trickstep”. They landed in Liverpool. England and they found a very cunning American Tavern which professed to be inexpensive and as they both thought that they would be more comfortable in an American atmosphere they made plans to stay there. The establishment was owned and directed by the Misses Hilda Martin and Lillian Sawyer. The cooking was so excellent that Martha was determined to travel no farther but spend the remainder of their honeymoon in England. After being in England for two weeks “Trickstep sug- gested to Martha that they start for the U. S. because he had re- ceived a cable offering him a position as the able leader of Paul Whitman’s former band, and it would never do for him to be late home. The first night out Martha heard someone in the next cabin groaning and moaning. Her heart went out to this fellow passenger in such distress and she threw a bathrobe around her shoulders, grabbed a heating pad and some asperins and went to the door and knocked. A feeble voice bade her enter. She step- ped in and snapped on the light and who should be lying there all doubled up with pain but Elsie Rollins. For dinner that night she had eaten lobster Newbury, three bananas, a glass of milk and some strawberry ice-cream: As a result of this, combined with the motion of the ship, she was indeed in misery and more than glad to have such an efficient nurse. Before long Martha had her settled comfortable and asked how she came to be travel- ing. Elsie replied that she was chaperoning a group of La Salle students who had been studying in Paris, but as soon as she returned to the U. S. she expected to have a nice home in Dan- ville, Vermont. The following day they were sitting in their deck chairs enjoying the sea air when at the other end of the deck they saw the form of someone sketching a beautiful sunset. Catching a glance of the side of her face they recognized Marjorie Peake.

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THE VERLYN 27 more. They ought to be useful to someone. There they go—to that well-dressed, prim, motherly soul, Priscilla Lunnie. Now see what we have! It's only “that laugh” that Gertrude Desjardins will no longer need, since she is going out into the field. Going, going, gone ! to the pink cheeked, dark, curly haired little miss, Isabel Renfrew. Look at this practically untouched Math, book, guaran- teed to give someone plenty of work next year. Betty has taken wonderful care of it. My, my! The only one that wants it is that lover of knowledge, Doreen Bliss. Now for a bargain! One free excursion ticket to Derby Line. Marguerite has so many she’d never miss one. We give it to that petite miss, Hilda Jock. (Stanstead isn’t far away.) Here’s a sneeze, a real musical sneeze. How Sanborn House has cherished it; how the girls have laughed at it; and how Bun Ford has been annoyed by it. Sold to the lady with “horse fever”, Flora Gesundheit! Here’s a new one! Three drawers of scrap paper! Whose? That non-note writing, Scotch lass, Hilda Martin. A bargain no freshman can afford to miss. Come on, Cecil, remember all those classmates you’ll have next year. There it goes — and Cecil gets it! A prescription for a perfect form! Who has it now? Why, Marjorie Peake. How’s it done? Marjorie says that bowling helps and is loads of fun. Now listen to that girl in that corner bid. She’s got it! What’s your name, lady? Oh, Isabel Mug- ford ! Attention! Lillian Sawyer’s interest in men in their late twenties. She says they are awful nice. Ah, another girl thinks so too. Listen to her bid ! Guess she knows something about them. Let’s see, she has red-hair, freckles, and 1 bet her name is Velma Cinnamon. How about something to eat for a change? A whole, dozen, luscious “Ward” cakes donated by Elsie Rollins. Aw, Hazel ? now we know your weakness. Ha! a walk that gets you places! Marjorie Ford hasn’t missed a day of school all year. Well, girls, who needs it most? Gertrude Parsons knows. Let’s give it to her, ah, girls?