A shiver ran down my back as the last chords of the Ivy Song wereplayed. It was actually a reality--our dream had come true for we wereat last garbed in those precious white robes for which we had beenstriving for four years. Memories of these years rushed over me. Howburdened we were with our importance in being Freshmen; Seniors seemedvery old and distant. Suddenly we slipped from cock robins toconscientious Sophomores. By this time rumors were heard of afinancial problem that we, as Juniors, must meet. Immediately we beganto save all our pennies in order to startle the Faculty and theSeniors of 1925 with a luxurious Junior-Senior ball. So our Sophomoreyear closed with many peeks into the class treasury.Dancing, fortune telling, freaks, and so on, came to our rescue inpreparation for the J. S. We Juniors, as financiers, staged a Juniorcarnival--and it was successful.May the twenty-ninth, in the year of our Lord, one thousand-ninehundred and twenty-five, was the red letter day of our Junior year.Our hopes, not our fears, were realized. Gayly we danced to "Tea forTwo" in the green and white decked ballroom (alias the dining room)and promenaded in a garden in Japan, otherwise the roof garden.Sadly--ah, yes--the music hesitated and then ceased--as we unitedlysighed, perhaps with relief, perhaps with weariness. Who knows? OurHerculean task had passed, and our eyes were turned to the magneticred ties. Honored beyond recognition we were the first to abide in thenew Senior room, south-west parallel room 40, on the third floor. Junequickly slipped near and we fixed our hopes and ambitions on the nowapproaching goal, graduation.