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

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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.