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BY ANNE ROSENBAUM One score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new college, conceived in Judaism, and dedicated to the proposition that all young men should be able to study for smicha and attend college classes in the same edifice. Now we are engaged in a great undertaking, testing whether this college, or any other college so conceived and so dedicated can long endure a co-ed division. We are met on a campus of that college. We have come to designate a portion of that college as a conference room for those who here give of their time so that the Student Council might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we cannot designate, — we cannot dedicate, — we cannot dominate, this college. The brave men, who donated of their time and money, have consecrated Stern College, far beyond our poor power to add or detract. Perhaps the University will little note, nor long remember what we do here, but it can never forget that we are here. It is for us, the student body, rather to be dedicated here to the started work which they who donated have thus far so nobly begun. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, — that from these honored men we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion, that we here highly resolve that these men shall not have donated in vain — that this college, under Doctor Belkin, shall have a new Student Council and that government of the students, by the students, for the students, shall not vanish from Lexington Avenue.
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almost a romance by EVA DIER The boat tilted tantalizingly as Amy struggled at the oars. With each stroke her breath came in shorter puffs, but she flung her head back defiantly and fought on. She must not let the girls suspect that their glances at each other and affected giggles, accompanied by delib- erate rocking of the boat, disturbed her. She gazed across the dark green ripples of the lake to the rich, brown, muddy bank and freshly smelling woods beyond, and tried to forget the girls. Other boats glided past filled with couples and trios of her lighthearted classmates. A group of colorful mallards caught Amy ' s eye, the ducklings swimming noiselessly and obediently in a V shape behind their well-rounded mother. She drank in the invigorating air, and lelt like pulling rhythmically, healthfully at the oars, when she remembered. Anger welled up within her with the girls. Well she compre- hended their motives. She knew they were dying for the attention of the male members of the class. Of course, she also would have loved to. But it was not in her to behave as they did, and she could not forgive them. Why couldn ' t they be satisfied as she could be, languid- ly rowing on the calm, mirror lake? No! they must have romance. At least they could have concealed their motive a little better! But they were displaying tiieir most conspicuous behaviour, while- Amy sat silent. She wouldn ' t stoop to such open flirtation. If the boys wanted to come to them, well they would come themselves! But just the same she was embarrassed sitting among them. The girls sensed her mood and just to tease her, swung the boai dangerously to the side. Suddenly Amy was not going to be made a fool of anymore. Here, you want to row.- ' ' She handed the oars to one of the girls .t n immed- iately the boat rode evenly again in a determined search for some object ot interest. Amy lay back absently. For her there was only one such object hidden in the bottom of her heart. The splash tit watei playing against the boat ' s sides, the oc- casional caw-caw ot a now rending the air, the swish t a weeping willow slow- |y swaying in the breeze fell upon her ear like faraway music, There he rose before her eyes and filled her thoughts: tall, straight, athletic; a bright, fresh, young face; black eyes that could turn soft and velvety brown when she looked into them — eyes that laughed back into hers; and smooth black hair to match. Whenever Ronnie spoke to her, Amy ' s temperature rose a couple of de- grees. When he smiled to her all over his face, he seemed to be smiling just for her. Amy loved to be with him. They always found something to talk about. The fact that she was different from othet girls had interested him in her. He thought her a fine person, but — any- thing else? Amy wondered. She knew he liked her, but that knowledge alone wasn ' t enough. Amy longed for a real friendship with him. You couldn ' t just go up to a boy you liked, however, and ask him to be friends with you. For that reason, the school dance that had just passed turn into a failure for Amy. All the girls in the class had invited outside boys, but she was so taken up with Ronnie that she had asked no one. And he hadn ' t gone either. Why? Certainly not because he didn ' t want to. But she could not bring herself to ask hh)i. It seemed to her that she ' d known him for a lifetime. Her whole life revolved around him. And he didn ' t know it. Not a bit of it. Amy woke from her reverie with a start. Now was her chance to let him know, to get out of this dreaming and to translate it into reality. This will be a dream come true, on this lovely lake . . . but now she was interrupted from her resolutions by the outside world. They were heading straight for a collision. Didn ' t they know how to steer? Amy asked herself, annoyed once more. Or were they doing it purposely.- ' Well, she wouldn ' t warn them. They could see as well as she could. Amy helplessly scanned the occupants of the boat as they shot toward it. All that was visible was a broad white back, yet untouched by the mild June sun. Two heals were bending over something in- tently in the boat. Amy ' s pulse quickened. One of the heads was unmistakably black and sleek. RONNIE! Met heart spelled it otit in loud thumps. Somehow she didn ' t wish to Stop anymore. She wanted passionately to bump into them. Nearer and nearer the boat sped, and Amy. seated in the nose, would be the one to DUSh them tt Hei hand would be mi-
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