The Girls Of Summer

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Today the manicured baseball diamond is well away from the Circle, as is a massive field house with a magnificent pool. The new art gallery isn’t too far off. It cost just thirty-nine times the four hundred thousand dollars old Matthew Vassar put up to create the college. His money came from beer, and each Founder’s Day the school’s president takes a ceremonial sip and kegs are opened for the student body—free. Vassar’s teams honor the founder’s memory; they are the Brewers. The tennis team’s done wonderfully of late, nationally ranked.

Born in the mid-1850s, the Resolutes would have been mature by the end of the nineteenth century, their ballplaying days long behind them, and getting on by the time of the Depression, and likely all dead by Pearl Harbor, and so the flag sank for the last of them long ago, brave girls.