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(;LASS DFFII:ERS Jonathon Neville, Historian; Bertha Brit- ncr, Sergeant-at-Arms; Shirley Snyder, President; Janet Breeding, Secretary-Trea- surer ; Joan Fluke, Vice-PresiflclIl SOPHOMORE [lASS HISTORY The fast-dwindling Class of '47 anx- and the "Sophs," forgetting their books, iously returned to the Hill with the expec- looked forward to a rollicking time. tation of initiating the green-horn Fresh- What happened during the holidays? men. It wasn't long before the traditional Who knows; but according to the stories hazing was begun, highlighted by the exhi- brought back, the Class of '47 isn't a "dead bitions in front of Old Main. After the beat." The sad countenances soon burst gay pranks of "Hell Night" were ended, forth into sunshine when old friendships the "Sophs" accepted the "Frosh" into the were renewed. We looked forward to the world of human beings, and friendships blossomed. coming grind with uncertainty. As the blaze of excitement began 10 sputs Basketball games, dances, and informal ter, the "lamps of Edison" burned brightly get.togethers helped us to pass the monot- in the dorm as we settled down to our onous weeks which always follow a holi- hooks. The memories of summertime lin- day. Sometime during this period the gered with our thoughts as the winds be. Sophomore class elected olficers-the first gan to sweep the Hill. We watched Autumn officers of the Class of '47. Time marched don her colors, and the leaves fall lazily on, as it eventually does, leaving behind from the trees. another semester and Spring Vacation. During these early days, our studying We had started out in the rail of '43 a continued; but when the "Loafer's Hour" large, frightened mass of high schoclers carne around, one could find us at Marg prepared to enter that fearful Freshman and Earl's enjoying a coke and a dance. year; now we're a smaller group with a Mid·semester gredes came out, but without better understanding of why we're here, the loss of a life! Christmas loomed in the with thoughts of our classmates in the ser- distance, and as a reminder we were vice, and with the Alma Mater and college greeted with a snowfall and winter sports songs binding us into a chain of friend. held sway. The clay of departure arrived, ship whose links will ever remain firm. 76