Trinity College - Trinilogue Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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spirit, we decided to give a preview of our talents at the Halloween Party. As the red-roofed building glowed in the sun, glistened in the rain, lay buried under snow, we sold defense stamps, wrote V-mails and wended our way to Chapel. Through Washington weather we tramped to B'land and rode in state to the When May fourth finally rolled around, we hung a plane in the Well and proclaimed that the freshmen were Hoff to a flying start. Final exams were over in a jiffy, and we found ourselves saying good-bye to Trinity, with a promise in our hearts to return. Sophomore year burst upon us, and ours was the feeling of ground accom- plished. lt was the general opinion that the average soph had only four 8115.5 instead of five, not to mention the fact that she had later permissions. With a new sense of pride we took our freshmen out to breakfast and moved from the right side to the left in the back of O'Connor. This was the year Annapolis week ends were in vogue, and filled mail boxes were consolation for lonely Sat- urday nights, Cwe must admit there was a minority that held out for the Armyj while the serious ponderings on the isness of chocolate cake and the pursuit of our newly acquired majors overtaxed our gray matter. The mer- its of Hhalf pearl and whole were seriously discussed as we ordered T.C. pins. Still going strong were the gold gym suits, but the Qrder of the Chic 11190

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A. 03955 ln September of '43 Trinity opened its doors to an aspiring Class of Gold. Cautiously we stepped into the marble corridor, glanced up into the expanse of the Vlfell and felt utterly lost. But before we had time to walk out the front door again, junior hands reached out to welcome us and soon we were absorbed in the activities of Freshman Week. ln a sort of daze we Hockecl from the infirmary to the library and upstairs again to the gallery. Tenta- tively, we smiled at each other and upperclassmen and made new friends. Then suddenly we found ourselves in the office of the Dean of Studies dis- may isturg cussing our academic pursuits in vague terms. lt was a question of prescribed and Uelectiveug and there was some talk of a Hmajorf' at which the eyes of the more literal minded widened with interest. After all, there was a war, wasnt there? Even before Freshman XVeel4 was over, Trinity tradition became a real- ity to us. A few of the tricks of the trade were meted out to us with the utmost secrecy by our big sisters. From them we heard of class days and the Well, Sodality Reception, and May Day. Beginning to feel a faint breath of that intangible thing called Trinity

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Black Stocking had been abolished. After the sorrows of mid-years, we recuperated our spirits for a frolicking semester week end, then more quietly entered Fr. Schobergs retreat. Forty- five was the spring of the Presidents death and V-E Day. Serious sopho- mores hung their Well with golden emblems of Faith, I-lope, and Charity. This, too, was the year of 'Sophomore lVlisses, song hit from forty-seven's class day play, HTC. Canteen. i ln May, after the freshmen and juniors had departed, we dressed in long gowns and carried the daisy chain down the marble corridor for our now senior sisters. Suitcases were packed, lockers were evacuated, and of course we would write. But we'd be back. We had made a down payment on those rings, hadn't we? During the summer of ,45 we some- how bridged the gap between gay young sophomores and jolly juniors and returned to TC. in the mellow mood of upperclassmen. With pride in our hearts we greeted freshman sisters and marveled that it was only two years ago .... The first change noticed was our depleted rankseorange blossoms, careers, and distance had taken their toll. Early fall found us escorting our freshmen to the baby party, rubbing elbows with the crowds to catch a glimpse of the Nimitz Day Parade, and donning formals to attend the junior banquet. Behind solemnly clad seniors carrying Chinese lanterns, we gathered H all iflfiiil E VA X , 1911