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

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used to the way we did things. We were proud of Flea Elliott on Founders, Day when she stood on the stage at Mitchell Hall and presented a superb speech in her capacity as president of the Student Council. We had dozens and dozens of presidents in our class. Cecilia Gordon was head of the Dramatic Board, and Pat lvlatlack president of Puppets. Ethel Lou Brady was commander-in-chiefl' of the French Club, and Irene Hunter presided over the Athletic Council. Mary Ingram headed the Social Committee and Marian Kee was editor-in-chief of the BLUE AND GOLD. With so many presidents, it is no wonder that we were guests everywhere. Tea after tea-the Junior Prom-the Senior-Sophomore luncheon. It made us fairly dizzy. But We managed to keep our heads sufliciently to win second place in the competitive play contest. This time our play was original- Twenty-eight Horizontal, by Ethel Lou Brady. Our Senior year seemed indeed to be the greatest and happiest of all our years. And to add to all the rest of our glories, we have the distinction of graduating during the Centenary Year. VVe thank our lucky stars that we began in '30, We wish it weren't going to end-but it is inevitable. All we can say is that We loved every minute of it and will always feel that we are still one-a unit-the class of 1934. xlvii

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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

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Zlllnrrnrr illllmjg illnilrg EDUCATION MAURICETOWN, New JERSEY Glen club 1, 11, nr, Iv. Sha, thi' best of all musiriansg She, the sweetest of all singers. Flo is, without a doubt, the songbird of our class. She sings in Glee Club, and she sings over the radio. Listening to her radio solos, however, has its disadvantages, for the pretty, happy face that suits her sweet tones so Well is left to one's imagination. Flo has other accomplishments, too. She plays the piano well, and she loves to dance. She is interested in elementary education, and we can just see her organizing toy orchestras and playing singing games with her little pupils, Anne llmilhruhani wright E211 Avcrs AND Seumcn XVII-MINCTUN Press Club III, IVQ Phi Kappa Phi. There are few who call her by her Hrst name, for her dig- nity and austerity demand the more formal address of Miss Bell, - But smile at her, and an answering grin is ready, and a cheerful one, too. Those of that inner privileged circle where she is known as Anne find in her a staunch and Witty friend, one with a very determined but sound judgment, and as ready to laugh as they are. Where, then, does one get this idea of formality? 'No one knows, unless it is in defer- ence to her exalted position as the creator of Mn Bozo and the f'Golliwogs, xlviii