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History of the Class of '33 T~~c~~::mh:~::~~~i~~:0~~~r7'at~~:.fo~:;ne~sd::~~:~r~~~no~n~~!I;:ses~i~ldo~~ vividly from the background of the whole. Scattered and fragmentary they are, yet significant to each of us-our first glimpse of the little group of buildings overlooking the town-The sun setting behind the hills while a merry group ate supper around a camp- fire and got acquainted with the "Y" board-A crisp October night, the crackling of a huge bonfire, the swish of paddles, and" J Get the Blues When! t Rains" sung in a deep bass voice from the top of a nearby tree-Pep meetings-Homecoming Day and the long line of Freshman girls goose-stepping down the hill to the tune of "How Dry I Am"- Checking off the days until the Christmas holidays-The Christmas banquet-The beauty of the campus the morning of the first snow-Mid-year examinations- Then our first spring on "The Hill"- Tramp Hollow and Tiger Valley, with violets along the banks of streams and arbutus in the woods-College farm when the apple trees were in blossom-The May Day procession winding over the hill and the picnic supper on the campus afterwards- The day we returned to "The Hill" for our Sophomore year, greeting old friends and tasting of our new freedom-The weeks during which we assumed "responsibility" for giving the Freshmen a correct start-The day we elected class officers-Football games in which some of our class-mates starred=Hallowe'en night, ghostly and spooky, with "Dan McGrew" at his best-The agonies of Smith Hall speeches-Sophomore com- prehensives- The long line of lantern lights winding in and out on Hoffa Field as the "Alma Mater" was sung- Then in our Junior year, the nights we sat up to study for psychology tests-The meetings in which we argued over plans for our Junior Prom, and then the night of the dance itself-The trips in the college car down to Westminster High School for our observing-Finally, Commencement, bringing with it the realization that the class we had come to know best was leaving for good- Those first few weeks during which we tried to convince ourselves that we were really Seniors-Practice teaching-Thanksgiving and the Senior Plays-That Maryland game-Senior speech recitals-The hours spent in working on the "Aloha" and the GoldBug-The "depression" Christmas banquet, the best in four years-The dignity and solemnity of our investiture service-Sunday Chapels with their embarrassing processions-The Senior Farewell when we saw ourselves as others see us-And then Commencement Day OneHu"JrdEighi