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Masterful, jubilant sophomores strutted through that door the next Septem- ber. We were masterful, but we declined to "rat-ize" the feminine portion of the lesser class except to hike them out to the Pavilion and feed them cheese sand- wiches. Class officers were elected and the "sophs" began to pull together. Some of us were "rushed" to sororities; others of us rushed about on choir and debating trips; and some of us just rushed. And we didn't have comprehensives! Collectively calm and sure, we signed Alohas, and nonchalantly got signatures for our own. When our genius had added sufficient reform to the Hill, again we closed, with typical sophomore dignity, that W.M.C. door. In '38 we re-opened it to re-love and re-live all that lay behind it. As "jolly juniors" we struggled to keep jovial when we dutifully guided "Little Sisters," when we "observed;" when we tried to become "Progressives," anti-Nazi thinkers, or European map mourners. Joy rose when all the usual footballing, homecoming, sledding, spring "fevering," and "prorning" were enjoyed. We easily managed to stay cheerful when we learned that radios could be used (legally) in our room furnishings. Our individual aspirations became more numerously recognized in all fields. Individual inspirations did not increase noticeably during that hectic pre-spring vacation period. We were collectively honored to be able to JOin another new club- The Curbstone Superintendent League! Through mud and wind, we struggled to become members by watching the erection of the new "dorm" and field house. We also experienced and enjoyed the first year of those Tuesday ''3:00 o'clocks" over WFMD. (Will we ever forget the mob tension at that first broadcast?) As May closed in on us, we began a long farewell to our seniors. Finally, we shed one last tear, symbolized by a rose for each senior girl, in our be-flowered Robinson Garden. With that we completed our third scholastic year and- "There paused to shut the door ..• With mystery before." -Bliss Carman