Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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From class hoards, we arc drawn to the I ' d table in the next room lo lorlil ourselves wild a brownie, an ice cream sandwich, or a small orange juice until lunch. During the short ten minutes between classes, our de- mands keep C. A. volunteers rushing about confusedly. Here, loo, we meet friends lo share food and to talk, while we inspect the manv boards on the walls until we have to make a dash for our next class. From here to the English conference room is a long climb, and it isn ' t always easy when weighted down after a business deal at the El table. We go there by way of the proctors desk. When we reach the English conference room, we swell with pride at the growing piles of our English papers in the wall boxes, and then settle down to see if we can finish one more paper on time or to wait until we are summoned into one of the little offices which flank the room. We enter these with a cheery good- morning and close the door carefully on our comp. conference. 4dl 25

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School days, school days — days spent in Founders Hall where classes with rapid note-taking, numerous roll-calls, mid-years, and finals leave us with nightmares. In the corridors of Founders, we jostle and elbow our way about, especially at the vortex of the whirlpool that is always swirling around the Index Board. Here, we battle for a place within visibility range of the board, which announces all the events of the day. If we only read the notices and then moved on, the con- gestion might not be so bad, but we meet friends and stay to talk, making passage through that particular part of the hall a matter of grim determination. Sometimes, there is a notice £ on the Index Board referring us to a class board, so we hasten downstairs to the little room, rather like the Black Hole of Calcutta, which is next to the one where the El table stands. There, usually before a big week-end, we often find little slips of paper bearing the well-known query: anyone driving to New Haven . . . , or Princeton, or . . . v ■

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J- z(yQtcLtotLz6 Near Green Hall , we seek culture in Farnsworth Art Museum. Downstairs, we view with pride our own products of genius or study great masters, while on the first floor, we look at Wellesley ' s own prize possessions and at the ever-changing art exhibitions, sometimes muttering: And thev call that art. In Pendleton Hall, on the opposite side of the center oval, the busy chemists putter around among their test-tubes and compounds, hoping nothing untoward will occur, while the embryonic physicists struggle with what often appear to be incomprehensible principles and problems. In psychology labs, complete with rats and all sorts of experimental apparatus, there are busy attempts to prove startling hypotheses. At the same time, lectures and class meetings may be going on in the great tiered lecture room, the center of Pendleton ' s little solar system. 26