Mary Washington College - Battlefield Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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THE CLASS OF ' 59 As we stood in the hack of George Washington Auditorium for the last time, adjusting our tassels and our old smiles, we looked around the building which has played such a large part in our lives at M. W. C. It would be hard to forget the nervous excitement of the Freshman Orientation assemblies — Freshmen! Was it possible that four years could pass so quickly? Even then, our class had been different — we were the old and the new, the product of Old-Tradition and the parent of New-Tradition. We saw the last of the heated jam sessions and the first of the class benefits given in G. W. W ' e kept the traditional school ring and watched a new class ring take its place. We lived under the old rules and regulations and helped pass the new ones. We attended his inauguration and took the new chancellor to our hearts. We started a class scrapbook and won the last Song Contest. Our dorm was given the award for the most outstanding Christmas decora- tions. We were in the Time for a Change and opened the Green Door at opportunity ' s knock. The musical cue, for which we had waited four short-long years, sounded; and we started slowly down the aisle. Yet the triumph of the m oment was mingled OFFICERS. Silling: Mrs. Black, Spn„sor. C. Swatfiii, President, K. Weber, Treasurer. Standing: A. Milne, S. G. A. Representative; A. Rodabaugh, Vice President; M. Graves, Secretary.

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with sadness. We looked around us at the friends with whom we had shared fun and heartbreak for so long, realizing suddenly that soon we would no longer be together. These were the classmates who had modeled with us in the Junior Class fashion show and tanned with us in Bermuda. We had held the first jazz concert for our Ring Dance in Westmoreland circle. We had Charles-toned at the first Gay Twenties dance. We had worked on The Wizard of Oz in G. W. We had laughed and cried together, had gotten pinned and engaged together, had moaned over term papers and exams together, had serenaded and thrown snowballs together. We had joined clubs and honor fraternities together, had made Dean ' s List and Who ' s Who together, had camped-out in the Placement Bureau and shouted Good News together. And now, we mounted the stairs one by one to accept our diplomas, the symbols of a successful four-year pursuit of excellence. We paused for a moment at the top of the stairs and smiled at each other. It was a smile of congratulations and good luck. It was a smile of thank you for sharing with me and helping me learn. It was a smile of maturity and confidence. It was a smile of goodbye, but not forever. We knew that ours was a class which like our beloved Hebe, although gone, would not be forgotten. Time fur a Change hid wc hadn ' t chaiiijed n We ' re of to see the Vizard. ' 4 30 !i I