Trinity College - Trinilogue Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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The day after Cap and Gown Sunday found seniors with orchids in their hair puzzling over books. The old familiar things were wel- comed-class days, bells and more bells, and permissions, but there were new things, too-sitting in the front of Chapel, drinking 'em down, the senior banquet, the fas- cinating Bendixes, nightly Heights, and, above all, streetcar passes. The sight of the parlor with standing room only was enough to make a senior faint or give a withering glance at a bored freshman. Week ends found the sen- iors at football games, frat parties, and college dances. lvlondays found them with wilted corsages and heavy eyes wending their way to ethics or religion classes. Gradually our last year wore away, punctuated by our awareness of last things. XVe made our last retreat at Trinity with Fr. lvlurphy, hung our last Well. For the last time we sat in .izgo assemblies and, at the very end of the year, we opened our books for a may last look. With a touch of finality we signed our last term paper and began to wonder. Next year .... At the end of May, parents began to arrive on campus and commence- ment week was here. ln the traditional spirit of Trinity, we dedicated our class tree and had our last sing in the court. Finally THE day arrived. Qur di- plomas . . . Our tassels . . . And then we were bidding farewell to things, to places, to friends. Our diplomas tucked under our arms, we took our first steps out, out, into the wide, wide world,

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in the Well for our sing, and a vision of next year was already dawning. ln more worried moments, not-too- jolly, juniors tried to memorize the designations of various Pepins and Piuses and gravely contemplated chang- ing their majors. But this was our first post-war col- lege year, and we noticed that the ranks of CU. and Georgetown were gradually swelling, if not quite bulging. Annapolis week ends and Pats were still in vogue, and Trinity tea dances took place at the Vyfardman. Fr. Farrell and General ly1cAuliffe came to Trinity and left a lasting impression. The Wekanduit Show, the Mardi Gras, the display of junior talent in The Taming of the Shrew, the first post-war prom at the lvlayflower, with our own dates, all added up to a jolly year, and we beckoned all to jump on the junior Merry-Go-Round. With rollicking memories of the May Day baseball game between students and Faculty, and of the first post-war horse show, nearly rained out, we packed our bags once more, to return only once again. With heads held cautiously high in mortar-board caps, and gowns Howing voluminously in a September breeze, the Class of ,47 entered its senior year. Walking down the Chapel aisle in the new-found dignity of seniors, we en- visioned the fulfillment of our aspira- tions. In the heat of an autumn sun, we gathered in the court for our class sing, while proud parents took pictures. 1192

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