38 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN
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N looking back over our four years’ brilliant career, we don’t seem to be struck with
the realisation of many breaks on 1911’s part. We arrive at the conclusion, many as
have been our failings, a lack of conformity to etiquette and traditions was not one of
them. 1911 in this respect was not a record-breaking class.
This was due, no doubt, to the excellent training given us by 1909 and 1910, and in part
to our natural docility and our capacity for the hasty cramming of yards of red tape. I
have often wondered how many sleepless nights Ruth Vickery and Amy must have spent
in learning by rote not only all of “Robert’s Rules of Order” but also the mighty bulk of
traditions to be poured, next class meeting, into our surprised and unwilling ears. Heard
protestingly they were, however meekly put into practice, but somehow we seemed to
get along with no great amount of trouble.
Of course, we were branded “fresh” during all the fall of our first year by 1910, but
what Freshman class has ever been able to evade this opprobrious adjective?
Our great social error, the echoes of which still ring faintly in the annals of the college,
was our Freshman Show. “Not vulgar—but!”’ Miss Thomas thus condemned it in chapel,
and for weeks it was barely mentioned. It was, perhaps, a bit outspoken, but 1911 loved
it tenderly then and still recalls its rebuffed first-born with affection.
Later in the spring we planned another little surprise for our upper classmen who had
taken our ‘‘ Melody in F”’ a bit humourously.
