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ules ; the varsity teams seemed more "our" teams because our members were on them. The spring found us old hands at sweet part- ings at 10, experts on the ways and paths of the campus, authorities on college custom. We were at the half-way mark; Then juniors. We felt at home coming back. The tICW buildings thrilled us and swelled us with pride: the seriousness of our studies and activities awed us; the capers of the two under-classes, we pretended, bored us -c-but actually, we half envied their carefree- .~ND ,\S H01.WF.S .JUST SAIO.- ness. Senior breakfast and farewells had new meaning and when June removed another class from 0111' contact, but not from our memo Gold Bng, the dubs and dramatics-all de- cry, there was one thought in our minds- pended for their successes on ours. The "It won't be long now." revelry of caroling, the dignity of"our invesu- This year we were seniors. Left with the Lure, unexpectedly impressed on our slowly leadership of. the school. The ALOHA, the understanding minds the implications of being a senior. This was our last year together; FROM 'rHE LEFT VEN'fR1CLJ.: 1'HROUCH . Bowen, Williums, Brown, Vollmer, He~s, Rakes next year, for better or for worse, we would be scattered. And now we are graduates. Farewells, bac- cal aureate, and commencement are over. \"le are already alumnae. The prologue is fin- ished ; the tale of our lives concealed in the Iuture ; all we Lave done and seen and learned converges into one idea-we have graduated. Here in our hands lie diplomas.