SUNY at Cobleskill - Voice Yearbook (Cobleskill, NY)

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HOUSE MOTHERS BEATRICE R. COLLINS Housemother Stilson Dorm StiIson House, the newly acquired dorm, houses twenty-nine girls. Mrs. Collins, a native of Cobleskill, is their housemother. Mrs. Collins really enjoys living with the girls at Stilson and the affection and understanding she portrays, leaves little doubt as to why the girls are so attracted to her. Ask her about Stilson and Cobleskill and she’s likely to reply: “It’s the most wonderful place in the world.” HELEN G. VEDDER Housemother Hill Dorm Mrs. Vcddcr, the housemother for Hill Dorm, is formerly from Schoharie. Before she became one of our housemothers she spent most of her lime rearing three children, and today is the happy grandmother of six grandchildren. Hill Dorm houses twenty-four girls. Living so closely together, the girls have developed good comradeship and a happy atmosphere prevails. LORETTA E. GRACE Housemother Ryder Hall Mrs. Grace is the housemother at Ryder Hall. Before becoming a housemother Mrs. Grace lived in Wetzel Hollow and has spent many long and happy hours raising a family. “Mom” has two sons who are alumni of N.Y.S.I.A. and at the present time has a happy, healthy grandson. Sixty girls make their college home in Ryder Hall. It is a very happy and congenial residence hall due mostly to “Mom” who has made our stay at Cobleskill a pleasant one.

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“EACH CLASS IN TURN” According to tradition, every senior class ambition Is to score a more outstanding year than others in the past... For even the now famous ones ... Were once the very youngest ones And mixed in well among us is some talent that will last. We once were rankly verdant, as our lofty freshmen say, 4 Yet we recall in deed and thought that we were once that way. The memory of our thirteenth year, when the term had just begun ... We swallowed hard with stiffened pride and faced semester one We heard about the long rough road but we were rougher still For some had struggled to the top and we had to foot the bill. We've athletes and master minds ... glamour gals and handsome guys Any type you wish to find our class supplies them all... Tall and short or thin or fat.. .in dungarees and funny hats ... Slick chick dancers plus romancers lingering in these halls. From farm and city near and fary we've gathered “On the Hill As cream of the crop of friendliest “Frosh we found our Cobleskill. The seniors gaped at us and glared for freshman youth was still quite rare . Now, Old Father Time is on our heels, and 'ere a year comes round He'll mow us with his scythe and well depart this hilly ground. We go.. .You stay .. Life's made that way. We'll trade the “Now for then ... For you are still “life's children ' to be Alma Mater's men. Our task is never finished and you'll take the torch in hand .. . For you'll build a towering structure on the walls that once we planned Y ou won't forget us .. .“For each class in turn has its own special glow, Not one returns ... how e'er they yearn ...to life's great stage they go Our years have sped both ... one and two ... and now our task is done ... We've run the course, and closed the book on scholarship and fun... Our sun has reached its setting and as seniors we turn there upon the upper step to see, Those new “frosh, on the stairs ... It's all part of the pattern woven in Alma Mater's name ... As forth we go to join the show, that's called .. . “Down memory lane .. .