San Bernardino Valley College - Tom Tom Yearbook (San Bernardino, CA)

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Freshman Week San Bernardino Valley Junior College Fall, 1941 Dear Dot, You ' ve been wondering about our Frosh Week activities. There is no better way to explain than to let a Freshman plead his case. Enclosed is a letter which plainly speaks for itself: ' ' With my first whirl of college events coming to a breathless halt, I find time to write to you again and tell you of my entry into Valley. Freshman Week fairly flew by as I attempted to adjust myself to a new life and satisfy the wants of the mighty Sophomores. The reflection greeting me from the mirror certainly was not very encouraging. Growing desperate, I added just a wee bit of lipstick. Immediately, a committee of twenty pounced upon me, adding not a little more color. Wednesday, I was feeling exhilerated in spirits and shouted a cheery ' Hf to Tom Harmon, a Frosh kinsman. This

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Women ' s Council . . San Bernardino Valley Junior Collef e Fall, 1941 Dear Bette, If you want to see something that ' s really a laugh, you shfjuld see the Women ' s Council on our reservation make the freshman squaws toe the mark during Freshman Week. No freshman is safe from the searching eyes of our campus vigilantes. The Women ' s Council is composed of the presi ' dents of women ' s organizations and the feminine members of the Ex. Committee — Patsy McCobb, Jo Mignot, Ruth Giese, Helen Gleason, Ehzabeth Way, and Kate Gardner. When you gain admission to this tower of learning next semester, keep on your toes or you ' ll look hke an Indian ready for the warpath — that is, after lipstick has been applied in all the wrong places. Or maybe you ' d rather wear a sign saying, I ' m a baby tank or I ' m a glamour girl . No, I guess you ' re more the type that they ' d call on to give an impromptu love scene with some positively icky boy. Well, my pet, if you get caught, just don ' t say I didn ' t warn you. ' Bye now, Ginny

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Freshman Week ««■ w . ♦ %-4i;yte time, I did not escape with a mere citation, but was thrown into the stocks to be the ' laughing stock ' of the campus. Later, I paraded forth onto the auditorium stage and was sentenced by grim-faced Bob Suggs to the terrible punishment of walking barefoot on broken glass. Maybe the performance wasn ' t as drastic as it sounds, but my dignity certainly took the day off. The lowly Bob Gallavan was given the honorable title of official shoe shine for the day. Mary Stokes and Eugene Harmon bisected a bit of broadloom. Friday marked the day of reckoning as the Sophomores engaged the humble Frosh in a pushball contest. With the bronze Adonises giving their ' all ' , the outnumbered Frosh went down fighting. To show that there were no ill feelings, the Sophies passed the pipe of peace to the Squaws and Braves. Sincerely, Ginny