IV ill You Meet
The
My
Date?
Club
Cotillion
WHAT
would a dance be without that question, and what would S. T. C. be without the CotilClub ? On dance week-ends the best beaux are
lion
here, the smoothest orchestra, the prettiest dresses. ISTo
one should miss
so
much
excitement and so
much
fim.
Boonie Stevenson presided over the monthly meetMr. Coyner, our new adviser, kept our feet always on a firm foundation with his sound advice. jSTancy Pierpont was leader; Faye Brandon, business manager; and Louise PainOur membership rose ter, secretary and treasurer. this year to three himdred. ings in the small aiiditorium.
Fall Cotillion was held on
November ninth
this
Jimmy Cannon
played in his smooth style for our dancing. The decorations were charmingly gay; with college pennants and insig-nias of every
year,
and
school. It
We
liked the festive fall theme.
was always fun
week."
new members we mentioned "goat
to threaten the
they blanched white every time
Funny how no one wants
to be a goat.
But,
and soon those three fatal days in April rolled around and the fun began. You can rest assured we made the most of our opportunities and laughed unmercifully at the ugly ducklings in their unbearable clothes, new and definitely queer coiffures, and foolish accessories. It's fun to torture and not be tortured in return. like all things, it
was
inevitable,
In March, after meetings and decisions delayed beyond our anticipation, the spring dance date was set April nineteenth. Last year at Spring Cotillion,
we
visited
Hawaii
;
this
year
we
all
fell
in love
immediately with the novel decorations that made
gymnasium look They were certainly the
talent of the
derful
We
!
Gamma all
like
something out of a dream.
representative of the ability and
Psi
girls.
Our
well planned and executed.
added that certain dash. noon, held to get in
the
The
eai-lier this year,
dates,
as usual,
tea dance that after-
was just what we needed
the mood.
That night when the echo of
The music was won-
took part in the figure, which was
it all
memory
had
died,
last
note was played, and the
when good-byes had been
said,
lingered with us of another grand cotil-
lion dance.
Left to right: son,
Painter, Steven-
Mr. Coyner, Brandon,
Pierpont.