Sarah Lawrence College - Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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I am happy I came to Sarah Lawrence: I love the freedom which I have never tasted before in such abund- ance—although sometimes I sorely feel the need for more guidance; I love the atmosphere and the intangible “spirit” which prevails within each person rather than without; I love to be treated as an adult and to test my capabilities to see whether I am prepared to act as an adult; but always I will love it because it gives me something in particular—I am only five miles away. Gloria Welch ’50 Page Eighty

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The next day, mother went down to the desk ahead of me to see if she couldn't arrange an earlier departure. Just as I stepped off the elevator she met Alf in the door- way. “Oh, are you looking for Gloria? she said. I saw a slow blush rise from the tips of his ears and momentarily transform the face of a man to that of a boy, as he smiled and said, “yes. From then on we were together the entire ten days, for Alf had obtained leave. “I'll tell you how I got it, he said, as if we were in a conspiracy. “I went to the commanding officer and asked whether he needed a torpedo part fixed and if so, could I take a few days off and do it. Then he said, ‘Ulterior motive?' and I HAD to say yes! Mother and Alf and I had a wonderful time together. We went swimming and motoring, and sometimes even on double dates. The three of us enjoyed dinner most, how- ever. They teased me because I couldn’t eat, and although this worried Alf, mother and I knew that it hadn’t anything to do with my stomach. Then one night we got back to the subject of college. “You know, quidarra — he meant to say querida — “why don’t you go to Sarah Lawrence; it’s only five miles away from where I live.” In the States I began to look about me and try to see this fast-moving country through his eyes. Then one day I heard that his PT boat had been sunk in a skirmish. Page Seventy-nine

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