Upsala College - Upsalite Yearbook (East Orange, NJ)

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the dark hrs and elms appeared even darker, when the thousands of colored lights cast a magic spell over the leafy stillness 0f the June night-we all spoke with subdued ac- cents. For, no matter how often we have witnessed this pageant, we are enthralled again. A great crowd was gathered near the regal seat, expectantly stretching necks and voic- ing opinions in whispers. Then, a trumpet call burst upon us, and we knew that the procession had started. With stately tread, the Spring Queen of 1939, Helen Doyle, preceded by the daisy chain, and followed by her attendants, walked toward the throne led by Mr. King, the President of the Student Council. The newly-elected Queen, our own Berniece Parks, escorted by Mr. Banks, the new president of the Student Council, was next in that regal procession. With a well formed speech, Helen Doyle relinquished her crown to the new majesty. Mr. Banks, on behalf of the entire college, pledged loyalty to her, and, amidst the cheers 0f the throng, set fire to the large U3, Spontaneously we hailed the darting flames with Hail, Hail Upsalall, sung as never before with much fervor and feeling. With a feeling of intense pride all of us went toward the open air stage where we were to be treated to a performance of The Romancersf presented by the Footlight Club. More pride settled upon our heads as the evening progressed. Let anyone say he wasnlt One Hundred Forty-four THE ALL UPSALA BANQUET-speeches and satire, feast- ing and fun, letters and keys-a grand tradition

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Committee had risen at dawn to begin pre- parations for the days festivities. Then it began to drizzle outside, and we crossed our fingers, hoping that the weather would not disappoint us. It didnlt, and at twelve, everyone attached to a fraternity or sorority met his fraters or sorores at the annual luncheons. As tradition would have it, a splendid repast was coupled with Greek letter addresses. Alumni and actives were united in most happy senti- ments. After this meeting, all who had legs rushed to Viking Field to watch the varsity outhit and outrun the alumni baseball team. But how those old men did play! The varsity sweated profusely before marking the ma- jority of the innings in their favor. Mean- while, those alumni who were not playing or watching had it out in chapel until dusk, generally settling all disputes. We had to rush our supper in order to be ready for the most traditional of traditional eventsethe crowning of the Spring Queen, and the burning of the U3, Nobody dares miss that, or would ever want to. We were ready, but the weather wasnlt! The Spring Week Committee had worked all day to make this crowning event a grand spectacle. But it had to rain. Quickly it was decided to hold the crowning Monday night, for Sunday was Baccalaureate, and the Sen- ior reception at Prexyls. Oh, yeSethe Pi Epsilon Mu dinner, the annual affair those well-chosen few are allowed to attend, was also among the Sunday events. Monday started with the senior breakfast which was adjourned into the Class Day Exercises held on the outdoor stage. We took it easy for the balance of that day until, at eight we called for our heart beats tor were called forl to hear the choirls concert. That certainly was another feather in our already studded bonnet. We must modestly admit that our choir is worth listening to. Miss Grindeland, with- DR. GILBER'reOur banquet speaker out a doubt, works wonders! Nature added a canopy of stars to the dignified arrange- ment of the program, and again we felt proud to be Upsalans. The weather had made up for its bad ac- tions on Saturday night, and gave us more than we could ever have expected for the postponed crowning. Now, at night, when One Hundred Forty-tlzrec

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impressed by Upsala,s traditional talents! We swelled with loyalty. We had only praise for everything that we saw and heard that Monday night. Tuesday arrived, a perfect spring day, and with it, graduation. The exercises were held With due solemnity and academic decorum. There were smiles of happiness as well as tears of regret visible on the countenances of the graduates, especially when the vale- dictorian, Samuel Greenly, delivered a sim- ple yet powerful address, which was fol- lowed by the conferring of special honors, and the address of the commencement speaker. Finally, the diplomas were handed out, and a temporary bedlam of congratulating and embracing followed. The new grads behaved with less gravity than might be expected of them. But no one minded. Why should they? Envious or sympathetic as might be the case. The Senior Reception was the finale of a perfect Spring Week. For those of us who were graduated it is the last thing that we associate with our fellow students, for the next day quickly brings its problems. We undergraduates felt a bit happy that we had one, two, or three years to go, for all that remained of college for the seniors was a memory. And such a happy one! Berniece Parks is queen! Long live the queen! One Hundred Forty-five