Mount Holyoke College - Llamarada Yearbook (South Hadley, MA)

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 T Barbara Bolles Chase Philosophy Lillian Lilburn Clark Psychology Sarah Anne Clarke Political Science Hazing Day came along in the fall with commanding notes and phone calls from seniors that sent a chill of uncertainty down the spine of the most sophisticated freshman. We were Galloping Goons who galloped about the campus in gym suits and raincoats. We wrote essays, recited the Alma Mater, brought ice cream and hot dogs to unsuspecting professors; we made speeches in P.O., directed traffic on College Street, and saw the last degree of dignity leave us before those ominous black caps and gowns. Then the time came to dress respectably again, time for dinner in other dorms and movies. A stranger couldn’t tell a freshman from a senior, and we had many new friends. 27

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Blind I Freshman year . . . Blind dates . . . we reminisce and remem- ber how our big sister rushed around, called up her mans fra- ternity house over at Amherst or Mass. State, and presented us with the familiar, A good boy . . . you'll be crazy about him . . tall . . . broad-shouldered . . . good dancer . . . keen sense of humor, etc.” Of course, some of us were lucky and met the dream man at Llamie, our first big fall formal. Others, not so fortunate, had to grin and bear it”, but, anyhow, the excite- ment was there even if he didn't have everything. After Llamie weekend, there were house dances where we met blind dates by drawing numbers out of the hat or by switching partners in a broom dance. Let s see . . . who was he? In uniform, prob- ably ... a Westover man ... a V-12 at Yale ... a pre-West- Pointer or Navy pre-flight at Amherst, perhaps. Then, in the Spring, the sophs invited us to Soph Hop and we were fixed up” once more. Chapin was a candy store and huge lollipops smiled at us from the walls . . . Blind dates ... we can smile as we remember the naive blunders which we must have made . . . but all seems dim and long ago by now . . . Are you hating any fun?”