1927 Cedrus Yearbook

.1 1"1 1'•91 V' 'I'I V"'To.I," " VI,, 192,7 THE CED1E5 1927 ..iitiitiiiiiiiianai4 THE BACKWARD PARTY "Backward, turn backward, oh time in thy flight! Let me be back-foremost just for tonight." "Tonight" was one cool evening of once upon a time last Fall, and the lines above were the sentiments of a motley throng of Y. W.girls who entered Nagley's Hall by painfully ascending the steep stairway backwards and by backing into the room. "Motley throng" was correct. Progress was not aided by the misfits in the girls' clothes which,even though they were on their rightful owners, crowded at the neck and bagged in front. There was no possibility of a social misfit; if any wished to sit down she must be a wallflower, for all the seats and even the piano were modestly "stood in the corner" with the useful part toward the wall. Lots of "tail-light first" games were played, such as a backward spelling bee, a contest in which every side must do what it was asked backwards, a shoe con- test, and others. And then came the eats which were saved from the hands of would-be maraud- ers who did not belong but who were not at all backward in coming in the back way. But their attempts were foiled by dint of other cleverer brains than theirs. Then the girls backed down the stairs and walked home. Let's hope they've lived happily ever after. —F.M. VALENTINE PARTY "Oh, tell me,dearest heart of mine, That you will be my Valentine." Each February brings a day of hearts and happiness. St. Valentine's Day of this year will be long remembered for its jolly time in our gymnasium. The joint Y. W. and Y. M. gave a most successful party for the students and faculty. In the course of the evening everyone participated in some sort of game and enjoyed himself to the utmost. Both sentimental and comic valentines were exchanged. The boys held the honor of giving the largest and most sentimental tokens. We realize our girls are extremely bashful on such occa- sions. After several hours of fun we were served a delicious lunch. Each one of us departed, guarding our precious valentine that we might stow it away among the already crowded pages of our memory books. —M.C.