The Kings College - Crown Yearbook (New Castle, DE)

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Junior Year For the girls the Junior year began before their return to the fair campus of King’s. In the days of late summer, letters were flying through the mail from the vice president to all of her classmates. In these we received our lists of little sisters and wrote each one the traditional Big Sister letter. How proud we were to arrive on the campus a few weeks later and welcome our little sisters. The opening of school that year was postponed from September 17 to October 3. Oh yes, things had happened and were yet to happen—a year never to be forgotten was at our disposal. There was Belmar Hall (formerly the farmhouse and boys’ dorm) which was now the new home for the upper class girls. Memorial Hall was the newly acquired boys’ dorm as there was now quite an abundance of ex-G. I.’s. Some of the high-lights of the year were the Big-Little Sister Tea, the Halloween Party, and then Homecoming on November 1. The Seniors pulled their sneak later that month, but, of course, the Juniors knew it all the time. To appear in the lime light the Juniors took a fake sneak and had dinner at Howard Johnson’s. Then we went to Bob Paul’s home in Wilmington for fun, fellowship, and more food; there we discussed plans for a real sneak. The Christmas formal was the first one of the year and a very festive oc- casion it was. The return to King’s from Christmas vacation was delayed because of the fire in which the office building burned to the ground. Bob Hoffman, former member of the Junior Class, started the new year off right by getting married and holding his reception here at King’s. Many others returned with sparklers on their left hands. The end of the first term came very soon and we did our Bible term papers for “Uncle Mort” during the last minute rush. The new term began with studies, the Valentine formal, and a number of Junior sneak meetings in the secret meeting place—‘ Ye Old Pines”. There in the still, scented air, we mysteriously made the plans and also made a practice sneak in Mel’s car to Delaware City for sodas. The real time finally arrived on April 11, and we were off for Washington. The Byrd House fire hit home to our class; for one of our number, Harold Jester, was one of the four fellows who lost all their possessions. In May there were the Spring Banquet at the Hotel Rodney, the Music Festival, the Junior and Senior picnic at White Crystal Beach and then final exams. The end of the eventful year came with all its excitement and farewells to “the Superiors” and old friends. There we were at the close of the school year—looking forward to the next year—dazed with the thought of being Seniors!

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The Junior Sneak Class of ‘48 Finally the day rolled around. Yes, the day we had anxiously awaited. That day we “sneakers” walked around as though every eye on the campus was upon us. “Did they know about it?” we began to wonder. I guess we were a bit self-conscious and suspicious. It seemed as though things were set when in the late afternoon a few Seniors found some of us talking together. We were sure things were done for then, but we continued to put on the act. Some of the class “decided to go away for the week-end”. And then some Junior couples mysteriously “disappeared”. The rest left after dinner. How well we remember picking up those of our number who went out walking after the evening meal. And then we waited! It seemed as though Carl and his car would never come to get us at Hoffman’s apartment. Consequently those who left earlier had to wait two or three hours for us in Union Station in Washington. Finally giving up and being overcome by the desire to sleep, they left to spend the night at Kathy Davis’ house. After a bit of engine trouble we late comers managed to make Washington in the wee hours of the morning. Union Station, after we found it, heard then, if never before, of The King’s College. We looked for, paged, and called for our classmates. After getting in touch with one of them, we found that the Gospel Mission would be our resting place for that night. The next day dawned and Washington with all its sights was ours. The Capitol, the Art Museum, Smithsonian Institute, the Library of Congress, Shake- spearian Library, and the Tidal Basin with its gorgeous cherry blossoms were the special points of interest. That evening we had a meeting at the Washing- ton Bible Institute. The class quartet and trio sang, Dick played his guitar, and Bob Paul gave a splendid message. The next morning found us all down in Virginia at Kathy’s church. That afternoon we went farther south by truck to Mt. Vernon, eating our picnic lunch in the truck. The priests and.“Uncle Mort’s” eight-sided pentagon are among that afternoon’s memoirs. In the evening we were on our homeward way with happy thoughts of our enjoyable weekend. Our trip was over and we Junior Sneakers, tired but contented, returned to King’s.