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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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