William Smith College - Pine Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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air:-ati 1 'W v V 'I I But in the summary of the year ii! We must not fail to mention .' The National, at Northfield, 1 And Elmira State Convention. The meetings were for Volunteersg Our College was represented i ,A By the third largest delegationg It made us quite contented. il Thru the year on Sunday nights ij, We've gathered all together aw And held a vesper service, T, N o matter what the Weather. Later, Reverend Mr. Ramsan i' Came to us to tell The needs of darkest Africa. I He told his subject Well. T3 'Twas he and our chairman That gave us inspiration To learn in the form of study class The Lure of an African Nation ll. Thruout the Winter different girls 1 Have been to the Italian school qw To teach the little Dagoes law To apply the Golden Rule. if And thus you see our year's been full We've helped out others toog Y Although at times it has been hard ,iffy Its Work We've loved to do. tl 913 ' r 'T' bm?-as SQL. I02

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il g5 6-f-View ' W, ' ,' Then in the course of autumn months lil We sent a box of clothes liim D To Madeline at Elmira, SEM To help relieve her Woes. ggi A December seventh last year, A Miss Adams came from far And thrilled us thru our hearts and souls ' f With tales of the world War. 7 Each girl was touched, a fund began. , 4 'The thousand mark it hit, I Fx , And climbed still higher o'er the pledge, ? 7, And the college did its Mbit. TU Twelve hundred dollars was the check, Willingly it Went, because 'Ti Q The Student Friendship War Fund ,ly Was an aid to Win our cause. r To the Ontario county home, if I- . ' To give them Christmas cheer, 4 We sent some nuts and candy 'QW rv . if To Iimsh out the year. A minstrel show in Coxe Hall 1 Was a fine, great big success. The girls Were blacked and clothed In queer, fantastic dress. li Amid the songs and dances, JI, if ' The jokes and all the knocks, ' I T Our kindly friends presented us - With magnificent celery tops. f l l' li , 1 -SUM!--. . .. 2491- '.QurA .. . .-ysusy . .- -- : bf 1918 is -IOI

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C' ? ' ' fr ' 4-C ali' N' ' .1 '55 nsffl'-2 N7- ' N bilher Zgap unferenne BARBARA COLE, '18, MARY DURFEE, '19, . . . Delegates The spirit of the Silvery Bay Conference is an elusive something-indefinable, fascinating. No one, when asked to explain just what it is, can adequately do so. We have often heard the exclamation It is wonderful in this connection, but We have worn out this expression, it has entirely lost its significance. To picture Silver Bay in words is a rather dillicult task-to attempt to capture and explain the real meaning is even more so. Where did this spirit hide itself ? We all felt it. Every girl who attened that conference at Silver Bay can truthfully say that she was transformed, that she was no longer herself. She had a dual personality-she was the constant companion of a person bearing her name, her face, Wearing her clothes. It was a weird sensation -almost that which Dr. Jekyll must have felt when aware of the presence of Mr. Hyde. By drinking deeply of all that the conference set forth, a change came over us. Although we were not able to detach ourselves entirely from the other being, we towered over its petty personality-and became bigger, nobler, better. We realized that this transformation was not brought about by the Bible and Mission Study Classes, nor by the morning chapel service, attended by seven hundred girls who walked quietly into the big assembly room to bow their heads reverently for a moment of prayer and slip out silently without the usual rustling whisper, nor yet again the athletics, nor the never-to-be-forgotten vesper services on the dock as the water lapped softly against it and the sun sank slowly down, mirrored in the clear surface, nor was it the inspiring singing of America under the huge American Flag which waved over the crowd. No, it was the influence of all these things, linked together by that indescribable thing called spirit, which made the ten days at Silver Bay one of the biggest experiences in our lives. N ow the sun is setting softly in the west, And the birds are resting in their tiny nest. In this hour of quiet, at the close of day, We pledge our love once more, to you, Silver Bay. C - B. OLE, ,I7. 103