Vassar College - Vassarion Yearbook (Poughkeepsie, NY)

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it's not very easy to think 1939 MARCHING SUNG 'r in k n d b You 6 be g Vva 6 6 Y Word: by Caroline u11:lfo.rephim Carrie Mari: by SIIJYIIIIIII MeCrearh Weddlng bells at 8105 In the Vezrmr, we hail thee ur now we mire our Jong . I And ever to you our loyalty will belong mornlng' Down through the yeurf there dezyr will .thine Ar onzuurrl we go marching, clarr of '39. Some people may call me grave and old, but I know all the time they secretly envy me because I have a sacred band inside that plays a song nobody else can sing, and when I get bored with the Major or Pettin' at the Juliet I can go out with Suloe and parade my good spirits throughout the Land. There was a time when Suloe and I used to have an annual shouting bout in the Libe, but the owl has since decided that the Sovereign Mistress of True Melancholy should rest in peace with never a sound save snores and groans to break her honored silence. I have a sacred number too, which is one of those things you like so much that when Ash Wednesday comes along you feel you ought to give it up for Lent. Shall I tell you what it is? . . . SOO! The mysteries of this number no one but I will ever know. It haunts me with its O's, which are better described BACCALAUREATE HYMN Four yeurr uiziteel iiz el Jeureh for truth, We Jtand prepezreu' to fuee ez rterner lifej With prisle we Jeni the chullenge of ouryouth, Arrofr u zoorlel that .f66kJ' un erm' to rtrife. Earth lier iii partial ilurkizerrj muy we fling That alurklzerr harkwurd wtth u ruoliunt li ghrg And with our knozoledge ever let uf hring Azz ezztl to evil force their threutenr night. JANE HYATT, COLBY CLEVELAND, JANE LAWSON. as woes , and the 5 means 5 o'clock in the morning when the radiators begin to hammer away at my sleepy head, and the air is blue with the smoke of 500 cigarettes. Ordinarily my dwell- ing is so cluttered up with 28

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Qccasionally I indulge inaweek-end ,vocation and devote my all to the security business, but the dividends are few and far between, especially when the interest is low, so Mondays are always blue and rind the Major and me retreating from the battle of brains to drown our sorrow in commodity buns. It's at times such as this that I feel like a mouldy piece of the Middle Ages catching classical dust in a cloistered conservatory. I FIRST LADY i wouldnt mind being on the point of disintegration ifI had some reliable Life Assurance, but the best policy in the world still yields nothing! I have night- mares about it quite frequently, but no matter how Freudian you may be, The CfzbinetC0m1eneJ . . . AGNES CLOTHIERJTREASURERQ DENISE HYDE, PRESIDENTQ TUCKER PAYNE, SEcRETARYg PAT Cnoss, VICE-PRESIDENT. 27

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books and paper, ash-trays and dead corsages, dust, darkness, and general chaotic depression that there is scarcely any room for thought. If ever there if a spark of intellect, it usually lands in the little pink vvastebasket and burns to a bad end unless illegally tossed out of the vvindovv. Any evening on which such a disaster occurs might be termed The Night of the Burning Missile. l have been known to Wish l were anywhere but here, and to smile at the enthusiasm of my little-brother advisees with the air of a superior's amusement at the youngster vvho is cheerful because he doesn't knovv vvhat's in store for him, but underneath my sometimes cynical grumblings and restless discontent is a faint dread of the alluring World of rain and no rubbers, and a sincere attachment to the mysteries and profesrarer of Learning Land . . . l guess l'd better stop talking now for avvhile and let you look at all the pretty pictures of me. When you've finished l'll tell you about my brothers and what we all do from September till june. iff' a t 5 f rn fjfgff' mf' Q ' sq' p JQ 4 MA 19'-v pre-?AQx K' X ,,, ' 5 gg. I ln' , -if LJMM if i 4 X E 4 ,lM.,l,gyl,?? ,.li,lgl4,mzi,l.it