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SENIOR CLASS A class is just a class, but for us, four years ago, it was more-here we were, bedazzled, bewildered Freshmen, In- dividuals asked to become a group. yet always warned against conformity-how could we fit? Would we? Why should we? Freshman year. . Beginni.ngs ... for- merly the highest, suddenly lowly Rats; daring to dance in the Grille; conforming to well-worn traditions, or rather some of them; the Elinore Joy Holloway beginning of the diversity that would carry us Secretary through. Sophomore year ... Becoming victims of upper-class rush and "Sophomore Slump"; making decisions and writ- ing acceptances; walking with that confidence that comes only to the wise fools. 1unior year. . The year that exacted the most from us-so much that we failed to have a May Day float; a year dominated by responsibilities and by the production of the Follies; learning to cram and remember cues simultaneously, eyes staring sleeplessly around Alumni Hall and frequently not focusing; the banquet when we went Greek in our own classic style---"'What a Credit" to us rang in our ears as we left for our various summers with a sigh of relief and yet anticipating that final return. Rex Irving Walker Our class; The class of the rotating presidents, the genii, the care-nota, the young idealists, Treasurer the Angry Young Men, the practical down-to·earth pluggers who sweat it in a dozen organ- izations at once . The class that introduced the twist and dropped it; impressed profs, in various ways; and brought new life to the old place. Vigor-we've got it. Talent, ambition, and in each individual a distinctive style that has left its mark on everything we have done. The four years almost finished, 1965 is a solid part of us now, never to he discounted or forgotten. Although our life at WMC is ending, our class is not finished, We're just beginning. 62