WE TREAD lightly on sentiment in writing Godspeed for our Sophomores, lest we offend the hardier members of the class. But we shall not forget those gentler souls to whom goodbyes mean most. Each year J.C. watches her young men and women leave school with pride, some, to other schools, some to work, and none to return except as infrequent visitors. With graduation we send the best wishes of J.C., hoping that this book will rest dustily for the greater part of their lives, and then reclaim the good old days-- and some which possibly were not so good-- of 1936.
