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

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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.

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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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31 THE VERLYN UNITS Before I came to Normal School my range of intelligence was very limited. 1 had never become acquainted with a unit. The unit we encounter in Normal School is a monstrous and terrifying Polyphemus scowling down at us out of his one awful, blood-red eye (which is the central theme) and defying us to come on and tackle him if we dare. An unusual, valiant Ulysses with a courageous spirit will now and then bravely plunge in, accepting the challenge, but most of us timidly ap- proach the giant’s hiding place with mortal fear in our hearts. If we are so fortunate as to blind this Polyphemus before he de- vours us, we still have to fear the boulders which the monster will hurl at our gallant ships when we are out at sea. In this case we are “out at sea’' in the teaching profession, trying dras- tically to apply these units we have made. To complete a unit means hours and weeks of bitter tor- ture — utter desperation, perspiration and resignation. I go in search of another girl to go skiing with me on a beautiful Sabbath afternoon. Nine times out of ten she is hunch-