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

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V E R L Y N On-Campus Observations Have you read the new book by Mr. Hapgood—“What To Do and When To Do It in Basketball!” Mr. Mathewson and Mr. Hapgood have started a correspondence course in chapel. Due to an unintentional slip of the tongue by one of the faculty members, the truth is at last known: Miss Drew can shake a leg. Although the faculty were confined in a coffin at the time of the circus, their ghosts have certainly seen that the pupils still have enough work to keep their minds occupied. Wanted: A trailer for Mr. Bagster- Collins to be used as a smoking-room between classes. Kathryn Munn has marvelous eye- sight for she told Mr. Hapgood in Nature class that she saw Orion going home the other night. Four of our industrious (?) Seniors exhibited their talents in Sanborn House living-room by giving to an in- terested audience the Minuet combined with the Big Apple. Henry Ford swears that “azimuth” is a huffing and puffing disease! Wanted by Mr. Hapgood: A second- hand washing machine to start auto- matically at 6:00 A. M. What ho! A very perky Ford rumbl- ed into Social Problems Class and lo! there was no parking space. Mr. Math- ewson very kindly gave him his chair and the Ford almost took a “back flip” in it. We might have expected this on a Monday morning but on Thursday —Fie upon you, Henry! Speaking of projects — Miss Hoff- man thinks our boys did quite well in the circus, considering their low I. Q.’s. Every once in a while the Senior American History class takes a fifty minute nap — Miss Fernow wishes they’d take their very rugged snooze outside of class time. Have you noticed the knit-wits who adorn our livingroom noons and even- ings? We certainly have become well ac- quainted with “Nola” in the past few weeks. We’re now wondering if Esther and Mona could vary their duet pro- gram with an occasional rendition of “Chopsticks”. Lost: several inches of Dignity by H. Carleton Merriam when he flatten- ed himself neatly on the sidewalk be- fore Sanborn House. Will finder please return said Dignity at once! Our Har- land hasn’t been the same since! Wanted: Donations for the begin- ning of a Gum Fund for Mr. Matthew- son so he can always have his chew during the basketball games. We have found out that Curt Lam- berton’s idea of a good time is buying a lollypop and going on a “binge”. Kay Munn may be of the convincing type, but she can’t make Harley Folsom [28]

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January - 193$ Candlelight Service By MONA ALDRICH The Candlelight Service, held in the Congregational Church, was a very lovely entrance to cur busy “iast week” before the Christmis Holidays. Promptly at sevm-thirty the white robed Candlebearers, led by Barbara Rose and Anna Palmer, took their places along the sides of the Church. Simultaneously, the black robed choir entered from the Vestry singing ‘‘Adeste Fidelis”. The Shepherds were portrayed by Ceylon Prescott, Hirold Jenness, Dean Bullock and Wilfrei Elliot. The Angel of the Lord, rep esented by Mona Aldrich, appeared before the Choir and directed the Shepherds to the birth- place of the Christ child. Esther Beck, as Mary, the Virgin Mother, was a picture of grace and dignity while Donald Doyle as Joseph completed the Manger scene. Cecil Robinson, Harland Merriam and Curtis Lambeiton, resplendent in the gorgeous robes of the Three Orient- al Kings, came to pay tribute to the Saviour. After they had left their gifts by the manger, the candlebearers were led out by Rachel Adams and Irene Robinson. The choir made their exit singing ‘‘Joy to the World”. Throughout the pantomine the Choir, who had been carefully directed by Miss Blaine, sang the age-old Christ- mas carols, accompanied by Mr. Moyles, the organist. The Committee is indebted to Miss MacVey, who assisted the Candle- bearers in marching; to Mr. Goudey for his kind co-operation, and to the Odd Fellows who lent us the robes for the Three Kings. Mr. Bagster-Collins and his student helpers, Letha McLam and Karlene Exley, may feel sure that Candlelight Service has left something to be long remembered. Night Skies By W. E. E. D. The moon is a boat That sails the ;ea of night, Cleaving the Hllowy clouds And shedding silvery light. The stars are Ittle compasses Pointing out tie way For the boat’s long journey Till night fades into day. The Last Song By S. CHASE The song is drawing to a close; The last notes fade and drift away and die; An angel, dressed in white, bends soft- ly down And gathers up the echo to the sky. [27]

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January - 1938 believe she’s Virginia Martin’s sister! Special request: We would like Miss Rudd to change her name to Dorothy Dix and run a column in our next is- sue entitled “Advice to the Lovelorn”. Wanted: A ready-made family for Miss Hoffman so that she can speak from “actual experience”. We are convinced that Miss Fernow missed her calling—she should have been a carpenter in view of her “con- tracting” ability! It seems that there are two Fresh- man boys who are unwilling to exhibit their talents in Art and Psychology (?) but two Junior girls discovered their cleverness and now the truth is known. Tch! Tch! Boys will be boys! [29]