Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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cJLaAl rJ U ip Granat, Kitty Strong, and Maryann Haert- ter, of the February class that heard Dr. Blanshard speak, were the first to graduate after straight acceleration. But this June ' s class is completely composed of acceler- ators who could have come in the fall of 1941, the spring or summer of ' 43. Con- fusion is now at its peak . . . the last lap is no longer a time-honored period devoted to studying and a monastic existence, but for most, a mad race to the finish-line. In this confusing world, a degree means more than ever before, for it represents a tri- umph over restlessness and instability.

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DL ... is too long and yet too short, somehow. Mixed are the seniors ' urge to get out in the world , and their regret at leaving col- lege life and Swarthmore behind. It is a serious time, with exams looming up, and beyond them, the future. But there are little privileges too . . . special one o ' clocks . . . the senior roses . . . night watch . . . no scheduled gym . . . most of all, a fuller knowledge of one ' s way around. To speak of the senior class Is to talk of something which doesn ' t exist. Three sen- ior classes have passed through Clothier and the Amphitheatre in the last year. Lyn Kk.»9 ' S| F fllr, ' 1

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Judith Braude Jolly Judy . . . hails from the Big City . . . bright, bright sweaters . . . pink, pink cheeks . . . that scrubbed look . . . tres gay on foot or horseback ... a joiner in everything from Uncle Zeke ' s square dance to S. N. . . . al- ways amiable. Patricia Conover Loyal Brooklynite . . . protector of stray cats . . . thrives In a triple . . . Heavenly days! . . . buried by ec papers, yet somehow unflur- ried . . . only choir singing takes her from that phonograph . . . very sincerely yours . . . Pat. Victor H. Frankel Vic . . . medico with a knack for anatomy . . . master of the wise-crack . . . toots a clarinet . . . takes LTC comic roles . . . doesn ' t exert himself, but gets along . . . with a smile. Robert M. Silkey, Jr. No. I six-footer . . . ex-Field Serviceman, Mediterranean area . . . just a little older, just a little wiser . . . revltalizer of the News Bureau . . , look behind the latest Variety and there ' s Bob . . . definitely a newspaperman . . . wry, dry, but somehow nice. Mary Angelica Hartwell Bobby ... I come from just plain Orange, New Jersey . . . chief aversion, her middle name . . . efficiency expert . . . booster of all things Swarthmorean . . . noted for lusty bellows from first to fourth east ... a deeply appreciative interest in people. Anne G. Jackson Loyal correspondent . . . dashes around for Gwimp . . . plays bridge at exam-time . . . waltz-lover . . . knits socks, listens to your tale of woe . . . torn between Phi Delts and Kappa SIgs . . . Nancy looks on life with friendly eyes.