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

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our president again, and uve raHied to the brdhant green of the class of 1935, voudng to do great and noble deeds for our class and coHege. YVe did. Cln Founders' Day, dressed in white, we sedately carried our big sisters' caps and gowns. Later that afternoon we served tea in the Hilarium to our students and vkiuns. Being a class with a flair for originality, we took it upon ourselves to improve upon thernethod oftnesennng greeungs atthe'Fhanksghdng banquen So we turned our prize winning Freshman song about and rendered VVe Are Thankful, causing much comment from every one, and many envious glances from the other classes. During the Thanksgiving season hfliss Kelly gave us a delightful tea, and we congratulated ourselves again on the happy choice we made when We elected her as our class sponsor. iRCH1UHbCdUg the duune and hunnhauon uw had endured as Fredunen ul artificial ears, we were gentle to our new Freshmen, presenting them with green bows that were pert and quite becoming-especially to the blondes and redheads, and little green name cards that helped us to tell them apart. Remembering also those bitter November nights when we applied liniment to our stiffened joints, our insignia-removal ceremony took the form of a party at which we played games olaxeahyiehnedluwure lVIarjorie Breuer, who had been the director of our competitive play, Saved, was asked to serve again in 1933. She responded with the play, Lot's Wife, which won hrst place in no mean competition. The cast, Virginia Lee, Betty Craig, hduhun Swayzq and hladode Shder,loved n aslnuch asthe audkncq and u has beeonie one of those things the classes never forget-a highpoint in cohege history to be discussed and rediscussed even after graduation and disintegration. Strath Haven Inn was the scene of the Sophomore-Senior luncheon. It rained, but not enough to really matter. Everyone had a glorious time. The favors were old-fashioned bouquets in paper doilies, glazed almonds playing the part of flowers, and playing it most decoratively. Then came the time when the class was eager for a genuine get-together. It took the form of a picnic at White Clay Creek, with marshmallows and hot dogs. One of the high points of the afternoon was our running out of water, and Fran lVIcGee and Nlarge Kennedy going through all kinds of perils to save us from thirst. Then there was the usual wading, and the usual taking of snapshots, and the usual hilarity. But our class, always doing the unusual, had to introduce an original note. We found a snake just to be different, and then we marched home doing Swiss Navy Halts the whole way. YVe had been proud of our representadvesin the Bday court our Fheshnuan Year. But we were more than proud this year. The same girls glorified the May Queen's court-Frances lVIcGee, and Vera lVlcCall, and Elinor Townsend, butthey Wereloveherthan even And then came commencement. Our sister class was graduating. VVe marched solemnly beside them in the lantern procession on class night feeling a little sadness in spite of our pride. We had loved our big sisters-theirs was a splendid class. With their going, we should have to accept the responsibilities of a big sister class-we should have to grow up. lxxv

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makeshift reproduction of the phenomenal wooden beast in The Fall of Troy. Then came hordes of upperclassmen swarming about, kissing everyone in sight. The next day classes began. We were heartily amazed. The difference between high school and college wasn't phenomenal after all, except that the number of pages to read in one assignment was appalling. But we settled down to it with a will. In fact, we settled down to everything with a will. We organized, electing Caroline Cobb class captain, and Elizabeth Hickman sub-captain. Then we smiled to ourselves. VVe belonged. Founders' Day came and with it our class color-bright green-p1'esented by our sister class. And later we were honored with insignia by the Sophomores- insignia that took the form of green hair ribbons and enormous pink celluloid ears. The auditory adornments had the remarkable faculty of making us look unusually handsome, and tl1e annoying one of catching the sun and proclaiming the approach of Freshmen, though we were blocks away. They were removed on a cold dark morning before the Thanksgiving vacation, at which prone falls and Praise Allahsn were the chief diversions. We perfected our abilities to walk up the stairs backwards and learned to sit down gently in the days which followed. At the beginning of the second semester, we elected Frances IVIcGee class president, and Nfiss Kelly class sponsor. And an orgy of events followed-the gym meet in a brand new gymnasium, at which we were properly embarrassed as we did out little forward rolls, and our serpentine. The Freshman Formal, with Fran hfIcGce looking like a story-book princess in a blue taffeta dress, and Virginia Graves leading the grand march. Eyebrows that had hitherto remained unplucked were dark and line that night. YVe all took on a new sophistication that was never to leave us. The hrst of Nfay came and we presented our big sisters with bouquets of fragile Spring flowers. They, in turn, took us to see Ruth Chatterton in Tomor- row and Tomorrow after a very charming dinner in the south wing of the dining hall. All of which reminds us of the party we gave in honor of the Juniors when we dressed as four-to-six-year-olds and romped on the campus, casting to the winds our precious sophistication and worldlywiseness. Then came Nfay Day, and our bosoms swelled with pride, for Elinor Townsend, our duchess, and Frances NIcGee and Vera iVIcCall our attendants in the Nfay court were the loveliest courtiers a lVIay Queen could ever desire, and I-lildegarde Hagen looked so disarming in her Scottish kilt, that we coulcln't help loving it all. Indeed, by the end of the year, we had made quite a name for ourselves, considering the number of laurels we had won. The championships in Hockey, Basketball, and Track had all been ours, and our humorous song had taken first place in the Song Contest. Then there was the competitive play Saved, with Virginia Lee, and Kitty Quillen that took second place. And Wilson Walker and Nfarjorie Slider won hrst and second Dean Edward Laurence Smith hlemorial Prizes, for their plays, I-Iezekiah's White Chile and The Statue. Forgetting the disgust with which we had viewed the unconhned emotions of the returning upperclassmen in 1931, we scrambled about on September 26, and swarmed exactly as had our predecessors. In fact, we too were not above kissing every classmate we overtook. There was something strangely right about being in Delaware, and something hne and uplifting about viewing once more the ivy-covered walls, and breathing in the warm September air. Frances McGee was lxxiv

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ii? Elnrnthg afvmiih Elauglpttant Aicrs ANI: Science WlLMING'FON Chairman ol Ring Committee H13 French Club: Production Staff of Competitive Plays I, II. Dot's disarming grin reminds us of a mischievous little gamin, and her mop of yellow curls bobbing up and down makes us think of our little sister. But those steady blue eyes ol hers, and her sincere, pleasant manner tell us at once, 'here is someone on whom you can dependf, Dot is the kind of a girl one might pick out for a best friend because her moral code stresses loyalty, and sincerity, and she enjoys living and being alive. She is someone to whom secrets can be told without the fear of their becoming public property. She is a girl to whom one can go when one is in need ol sympathy and sound advice. Then, too, she's a good person to pick out of the crowd when yon've just heard a good joke and want to pass it along to some one who is sure to appreciate. it. Dot is blessed with just the right combination of humor, dependability, amiability, and charm to make a girl well rounded and popular. lxxvi -lilo uclrrlon Knaaliv illahrr W1 LMINCTON When we think of Rosalie, we cannot help but think of the lines from Andrew Lang: l'Tl11? Love of Iforzfes, ilu' Colden Kay That opens lim lS'HL'!llI1IlfIl Door. For Rosalie reads and reads, and never seems to grow weary of books. And then, too, she has another accomplish- ment-she knits and knits, and never seems to grow weary ol' knitting. Her handiwork is far superior to that which most of us turn out-she makes boucle suits, little hats, and solt white coats becoming to her blonde beauty. Her love lor books is probably closely bound to her interest in history. And her knitting ability no doubt arises from the fact that Rosalie has a flair for art. Rosa,lie's notebooks are definitely her own, for they are usually covered with decorative sketches. Her dresses and smocks are trimmed with touches of embroidery or crocheted wool that Rosalie has made her- self. Everything about her reflects her personality-a per- sonality that is dillerent.