Vassar College - Vassarion Yearbook (Poughkeepsie, NY)

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,lumwmw ' CONVOCATION A few said, Frankly, I hate it. A Very few said, Frankly, I haven't tried mine on yet. And, he it said frankly, there were a few gowns which still needed adjustment when the prof cession to the chapel finally got under way. Convocation again marked the beginf ning of an academic year. Two by two, the hlackfrobed seniors entered the chapel, all eyes upon them. The juniors and sophomores smiled as their friends passed down the aisle. The freshmen peered into the passing faces, thought them old and drab, wondered whether they, too, could last so long. Two by two, the colorful and mighty faculty paraded to their seats. Upperfclassmen looked for their friends, smiled to see the tall walking with the short. The Freshmen just looked at the velvet stripes and the gold tassels and won' dered whom they'd get. The procession seemed endless, the possibilities inf finite. The convocated heard themf selves welcomed. f'Gaudeamus igitur! The year had begun. FASHIONS

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evil indistinguishable from good, drinkf ing OocafOola and contributing to the roar. The next day theoretically belonged to the Lord. But a sound of the hammerf ing of tacks prevailed, the secular busif ness of interior decoration demanded almost the whole soul. There was a substratum of contemplation, however. Some people realized, with surprise, that there was a great deal more to this life than mere studying. Their minds linf gered over drama and politics, station wagons and swimming pools, regulaf tions and ThefPlacefoffthefIndividualf infthefGroup. Others thought there was a lot more to this life than participation in associations, churches, newspapers and magazines. The Seniors thought of Convocation and got their academic regalia out of storage. They pinned up their gowns or let them down, accordf ing to need, and they talked about this new costume. The Juniors and Sophof mores and Freshmen asked, How does it feel to be wearing a cap and gown? Some Seniors adored the sense of dignity it gave them. C. MILDRED THOMPSON, DEAN ELEANOR C. DODGE, WARDEN 12 l

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FIRST HOUR Having had no lessons to prepare and no papers to write, the students should have looked as fresh as proverbial daisies. The black gowns sprinkled about in some of the first classes gave them a forbidding competitive look for the Freshmen, Sophomores and -Iuniors. The Seniors looked around to see how much Phi Bete material they were up against. Wheii the professors came in, the Freshmen discovered whom they had got, or who had got them. Book orders were filled ing work was outlined. The worried and distressed, yellow cards in hand, waited in line outside the Recorder's oflice for the privilege of complaining about their schedules. People screamed to their friends across the quad, I have no classes all day Friday! Then began the rush to the Service building, the book exchange, and the library, followed by an even greater rush to the coke and the comf modity bun. MR RICHARD KRAUTHEIMER, MISS MABEL NEWCOMER, MRS. MARY LANDON SAGUE, PROFESSOR OF ART PROFESSOR OF ECONOMICS PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY I l 4