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Class H istory
S we, the class of ’36, are even now preparing to leave the scenes where
we have spent so many happy hours of our brief existence, our thoughts
turn back as of one accord to review the record which we have made and
the events of our crowded stay, at last ended forever. It is with a great
deal of pride that we recall the many incidents in our history, especially
the mighty feats of our athletes and the fine records of our scholars, but it is also
with no small feeling of regret, tinged with a little envy for those who are yet to feel
the full significance of parting from these hallowed walls to return no more as
undergraduates. But stay! Let us think no more of the present, but for a few brief
moments let us return to the past. Let us recall some of those lovable happenings,
ridiculous then, but, oh, how precious to the memory now!
May that day never come when Time from his ledger shall strike the memo
ries of those days when we were first coaxed along the paths of learning! What
we can definitely remember is negligible, but the impressions made on our childish
brains are as lovely and inexhaustible as any more mature recollections. From the
oblivion of the past, the first day we ever entered the portals of Moses Brown stands
out like Jupiter on Olympus. What a sight we were in our little panties and blouses,
as we straggled—some timid, some defiant—over to Alumni Hall to be greeted by
Mr. Kendall! Many a fond, but anxious parent stood along the route, fearful lest
our fettered spirits should break loose and we, dashing off the chains of knowledge,
should depart hastily homeward in open rebellion.
What we actually did in the first year of school is one of the mysteries of that
dark period which just precedes everyone’s remembrance. True, one industrious
student remembers a board with little round pegs; but even he has not the slightest
idea of the use to civilization of this prehistoric relic. Suffice it to say we drifted
along in perfect harmony under the wing of the understanding and efficient Miss
Piccard or of her equally successful substitute, Mrs. Eldredge. The close of this
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