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

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THE VERLYN 29 the sole collector cf the proceeds of this our last auction of the Junior Class of Lyndon Normal School to be our last sale from this school in the year of one thousand nine hundred and thirty seven. Karlene Russell Evelyn Sheltra Elsie Rollins Marguerite Hovey OBITUARY OF JUNIOR CLASS OF 1937 The last services for the Junior Class of 1937 will be held at ten o’clock, June 14. It is a very solemn occasion. The class was born September 3, 1935 at Lyndon Center, Vermont. It was welcomed by a Get Acquainted Party” other classes being so glad of its arrival. All manner of other social functions were held to make this class feel at home. The enter- tainers succeeded very well indeed for only a fraction of the class left us before our final departure. These members were: Maxine Denny, Myrtle Harwood, Marion Blaine, Alice Cass, Kenneth Stockman, Ruth Mulry, Marion Simpson and Marjorie Smith. The class was stricken with practice teaching in 1936, and for some time it was doubtful if it would survive. But it pulled through and has now left us through natural circumstances, the reason for the services June 14. The class has lived at Lyndon Normal School for two years and has taken an active part in school affairs. It has given members to the Executive Board, the Verlyn Board and innum- erable committees. This year it was able to start a new class on its way through life at school. Survivors are several members who are expected to live through next year. It is believed they are fighting for higher education. The funeral will be public, Monday morning at ten o’clock. The services will be held at Lyndon Institute. Please send no flowers. Hilda Martin Betty Hubbard

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28 THE VERLYN Look at this! Strowbridge is very generous. She has given the class a two-in-one bargain. It’s a combination of an interest in the writing of love sonnets and Ye Okie Tavern. Step right up here, lady. My, aren’t you tall, and Edna, what cute, black curls. Step right up! Who wants B. Webster’s Cinderella-like tendencies? Careful, girls, because it might keep you out until midnight. Sold to another lover of movies, Ruth Walker. Hear ye! Hear ye! Erma Whitcomb has something that few girls can own. Remember that lively swagger? It’ll make the fellows look twice, girls. Well, someone wants it and she looks like that tall, blonde they call Beatrice Covey. Right this way, folks! See the great big football hero; his name need not be mentioned. For further detail see Martha Paterson. What, no bidders? In that case, said article will be reserved for sale next September. Just the thing for all kinds of illnesses — a large bottle of rubbing alcohol, formerly used by Elinor Scott. Look at the invalids in the audience. Don’t all speak at once! Here it goes to the tall blond lady with the green blouse, Marjorie Hill. Just what you’ve been waiting for, aid in your nature class, A whole collection of various water animals. Those planning to take nature next year shouldn’t hesitate to bid. Oh, the musical lady with the curl in the middle of her forehead wants it. Sold to Mona Aldrich. If you care for further help, Mona, you may call on their former owner, Karlene Russell. Evelyn Sheltra can no longer keep her position as nurse maid to a certain junior and freshman girl. Here’s a chance for any promising young maid to build up a career. Gone to the tall lady in the back row, Sarah Bass. Don’t keep them out too late, Sarah. Now we’ve come to the end of our bargains and we have just one last article to offer you. It is a whole ton of hard “coal . It will come in mighty handy next year. If you don’t believe us, ask Thelma Curtis. Think it over, folks. Oh, a tall gentleman in hack wants to say something. Step back folks and give Dean a chance. He’ll need this to keep Smith Cottage warm next winter. We hereby nominate, and appoint Ernest Sanborn, he be- ing the most responsible, staid, and dignified undergraduate, as

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THE VERLYN 30 CLASS POEM The time has come to say adieu, To Sanborn, Bean and school. Let’s pack our clothes and shut our books Our golden school days now are through. We lay aside our every tool And take our coats from off their hooks. Now let the year ring out its knell, These rooms our secrets ne’er will tell. For months together we have met In serious thought and aims so true But now we leave our well known tasks To follow out the path we’ve set. We’ve many things in life to do. So why not smile and go I ask? These happy years will not be lost In other work what e’er the cost. B. W. M. A. H.