Mount St Marys College - Pridwin Yearbook (Emmitsburg, MD)

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) W. A. ALLEN J. F. AUWERDA J. N. BORSUK Ss. T. BURKE G. M. CHRIST L. N. COLONNESE i | U. of Penn. U.S. Navy U.S. Navy Atlanta St. Bonaventure St. Ambrose College | . ; uy : - ae fe : 4 : A 4 . i | R. A. DRAKE J. C. FLOOD H. M. GLONINGER D. A. HART C. T. HOUSER W. M. KILDUFF Jesuit Sem, Army-Germany St. Vincent’s Sem. U.S. Navy U.S. Army Burbank, Cal. G. E. LEICHT ea voue Dame We missed more than a few faces on our re- turn to the Mount as sophomores. We did not realize it then, but less than half of the original class was to graduate in 1952. There were 151 of us in the third year, and 99 started the senior year. ee eee E. P. MALLEY Chester, Pa. Some of the men we had shared our campus life with joined distant seminaries, others en- listed in the armed forces under pressure of the draft scare, and still others went to professional schools or just stopped going to college for one reason or another. Not all of the men who failed to achieve our goal of graduating from the college of our choice are pictured on this page. The memory of all of them, however, is implanted in our hearts. — Even if in the short space of two or three years | » we had forgotten their vibrant personalities, and if we should see them again, our minds will turn as one to the days we and they spent together at the Mount. — eoree ee B. J. MENTZEL Law School, U. of Md. J. R. O'NEILL St. Mary’s Sem. ca) T. L. ODEA D. J. PLUNKETT W. P. RAFFERTY R. N. RAMOS W. J. ROCHE Jis J. SCULLY Manhattan College U.S. Air Force Redbank, N.J. Georgetown U. Law School, U. of N.D. Trappist Monastery T. J. DONLEAVY Manhattan, N.Y. a J. J. KIRWIN U.S. Marines R. R. KIRWAN Air Corps W. R. KIRWAN Air Corps B. J. LAWRENCE Hanover, Pa. G. T. LEECH St. Vincent’s Sem. ae E. E. WISNIEWSKI Orchard Lake Sem.

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Our Story To many of us the first day of our college career was a turning point in our lives. We were somewhat awed by our new surroundings, but after monopolizing as much drawer and closet space as the 201 of us could use in the shacks and the Administration Building, we proceeded to intro- duce ourselves to the Mount and vice-versa. At 11:00 p.m. of that same eventful day, most of us met Father Kline, prefect of freshmen, when he checked our rooms. Another freshman that year, although in a much different status, was Father Kennedy, in his first year as prefect of discipline, who explained to us the sad but neces- sary rules of college life. Father Kennedy, prefect of discipline. Father Gordon, moderator of the Class of 1952. Just as we thought we were getting into the swing of things (study periods, water-laden wastebasket battles, etc.), the sophomores descended on us with sheets of reg- ulations for the hazing period over which they were to gleefully preside. We were shocked and stunned, but did as they commanded. After two face-reddening weeks of “air raids” and ridiculous looking clothes we were thank- ful that the season lasted no longer. Returning to normal for the rest of the first semester, we began to feel less out of place on the campus and in the classrooms. Between battles with the books and our room- mates we joined clubs and teams, traveled to football and basketball games, got to know the other Mountaineers, and explored the surrounding area, including St. Joe’s. Asa unit we did nothing until the second semester when we were officially recognized as a class. We celebrated the event by winning the St. Patrick’s day inter-class track and field meet and forming the nucleus of Mount St. Mary’s Glee Club, then known as Mount St. Mary’s Freshman Glee Club. At our first meeting, we elected Bill Roche class president with a supporting cast of Joe Gelish, Joe Turnbach, and Charlie Procopio. Liking their politi- cal finesse, we set a Mount precedent by unanimously reelecting them at year’s end. We wisely asked Father Gordon to assume the duties of class moderator. In accept- ing the position, Father made us keenly aware that “a unified class is an effective class.’’ We went home for the summer with that thought and many new memories of loyal friends and rich experiences filling our minds. 56

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Feeling like old hands who knew the ropes, we began our second year at the small College situated at the foot of the Maryland range of the Blue Ridge Mountains with babbling enthusiasm. After resuming classes, the first item on our agenda was initiating the freshmen, “‘only,” as we thought, “this time we’re going to do the hazing.” We devised an uncannily thorough set of rules which, on top of everything else, forbade the “poor” freshmen to talk to girls unless requested to do so by an upperclassman. How high and mighty we felt, as we made life miserable for the greenhorns. We even took a beanied busload of them to one of the Mount football games in Harrisburg. The fresh- men put up with us until the fourth day, when they started a revolt by throwing one of our mates into the swimming pool. The “orientation” ended one midnight raid and sev- eral kem-toned frosh later. When we had our turn at hazing. Boarding the bus for a football game. Beneath an orange autumn moon we went rustic for a night and danced the Virginia reel to the tune of fiddles and guitars at our first class dance, ““The Farmer’s Ball” in Flynn Hall. Those of us who were not in the Glee Club watched with fatherly pride as that organization successfully went through i ts first full year of concert engagements. Other class happenings we enjoyed to the fullest that year were the second annual class banquet and our first Mother’s Day Communion breakfast. Picnic expeditions into the Valley and “down South” were the order of the day when warm weather came over the Mountain, and class rings were ordered toward the end of the school year. The hot days in May saw us thumbing through textbooks and old tests in preparation for the finals which saw us through the first half of the four years allotted for seeking our college degrees.