University of Delaware Womens College - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Newark, DE)

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VIARY Lovin lh!lA'I'LACK. . . ..,.. President Donor um WVEIR NICLANIC. . . .... Vice-Pmridevzt F1 1fAxz1c'r1-1 S. Hmuus, . . ..... Secretary lVlARGUERI'I'E T. WEN1'Z. . . ..,... Treasurer' 'Vin C Romani' KASE. . . .... Faculty .ddviror Qllaaa lhilirrrn Marg Eli. Mutlurk Sveninr Ullman llliainrg OUNG, timid, and very much afraid, we came. We stared at the buildings, we stared at the faculty, and we stared at the endless sea of unfamiliar faces about us. We'll never, never get used to it, we told ourselves. But Freshman week was soon past, and we were on speaking terms with a countless number of people. Nlary Matlack was our captain and we were a class! Then came mortar boards--diminutive in size but dynamic in color. We suffered, but we liked it. We were a class! We loved being together. We had a picnic all by our own selfish selves out at VVhite Clay Creek, with hot dogs and marshmallows. And then there was stunt night with Helen Hackett wearing a hirsute adornment of shoe strings on her upper lip, and Isabelle Elliott and Biz Huggins doing their stuff as a pair of trained fleas. CPOO1' Isabelle, she bears the stigma of that night to this very day.J Then there was the dinner given by our big sisters, and next the Freshman Formal, most stupendous of all social functions. We were in love with college that night. VVe had a better time than we ever had before. VVe looked around at each other and smiled and thought, Our class. We came back in September '31 with a feeling of coming home. We belonged. We were Sophomorcs-ultra important. We did our best to impress the new Fresh- men with our dignity and Sophomore superiority. VVe weren't so foolish at that- xlv

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our judgment Wasn't faulty, at any rate, for we elected Pat Nlatlack president, and she has been president ever since, and a good one, too. That was the beginning of a big year. Our class acted as a unit during both terms. We won a hockey championship-which isn't as amazing as it might be when you consider the fact that Irene Hunter and Dottie McLane were on the team. Then we took second place in the humorous section of the song contest, thanks to Helen Clayton. The new gym was opened that year, and our Praise Allahsn rang out across the campus. W'e were glad enough to forfeit the experience of Hgymingn in what is now the Commuters' Room. And the commuters were glad, too, that there were no more steps to climb, no more chemistry odors, and no more deafening shouts in a two-by-four room. In the Spring we took our big sisters to the Senior- Sophomore luncheon, and felt extremely philanthropic about the whole event. But we enjoyed it quite as much as did our sister class. And then exams were upon us, with heart-clutching fears, and much polishing of eye glasses. A dark cloud settled over the campus-but, most amazedly, lifted in a very short time leaving us Juniors. ' Our class was smaller in the Fall of '32. Nearly all the getters-byi' had been weeded out. Only truly college material came back. VVe consoled ourselves about our missing members, and decided that quality was far superior to quantity, and that the same old spirit of co-operation would make us a conquering class in spite of our diminished numbers. We accepted our duties as big sisters willingly and gladly. We liked the responsibilty and the prestige. In fact, we took the Freshmen to Charlestown for a picnic. And they, not to be outdone, entertained us at bridge in the Hilarium. Then we didn't m'ind so much that the Freshmen couldnit go with us to the greatest dance in the history of all dances-our Junior Prom. It was great fun. It was even better than the Freshman Formal. We hated to admit it but it was. There was something aristocratic, and luxuriously formal-something dignified and golden about the whole thing. We weren't bubbling over with delight as we were at the Freshman Formal, we walked gracefully in our long, long dresses and glowed. Another victory came to us when our competitive play, directed by Cecilia Gordon won second place. And then we found ourselves facing another onslaught of exams. We were getting used to it by that time, but we still had a rather sinking feeling. But, we passed-and we came back for the home stretchf, There is something grand about being a Senior. There's a certain dignity about a Senior no underclassman can possess. There's the feeling of being at the top. And itis rather wonderful to be the oldest class on campus. But then there's something a little pathetic about it,-the feeling that the end is in view, that soon the world must be faced. Our class was a stronger unit than ever in its last year. We had known each other since the very beginning, and we were xlvi