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

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Nt Like most third year men, we assumed a casual, some- times caustic surface at the beginning of our junior year. A great number of things had to be decided upon by us. Among others we had to make individual decisions on our courses and majors, and the collective agreements on the publication of this yearbook and the Junior Prom. The yearbook issue was put off until May, and we decided to hold the Prom at the Mayflower Hotel in Washington on January 13. The Prom committee, headed by Joe Charles, prepared the way for a success. The crowd danced to the music of Sidney’s Society Orchestra and the class 59 We held our Junior Prom in Washington’s Mayflower Hotel. made money from it to pay the way for a picnic and get a fair start on the 1952 Pripwin. This was our year to supply a man for president of the Student Council. We nominated Joe Charles and three Johns, Cuskelly, O’Neill, and Roohan. O’Neill withdrew and after a fierce campaigning period Roohan was elected and friendships, if any were broken, were resumed. Before the year ended, we partook in a moving experience when we assisted at Mass celebrated at the Grotto by Father Gordon before our annual Mother’s Day Communion breakfast.

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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.

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Qur Sportsmen Coach John Law explains an offensive formation to quarter- backs Marty Green and Tom McLaughlin. Jim Doherty represented us on the golf links. Looking back upon our four years at the Mount, we find that the Class of 52 more than held its own in the field of sports. Walt Bellardinelli brought laurels to the Mount by leading the State’s football scorers and gaining All-Maryland honors in our freshman year. Marty Greene, giving the team capable generalship and accurate passing, Joe Gelish, with his zealous determination to win, and Ed Ward, with his thrilling dashes around end, all excelled for Coach John Law. In our first year, Jack Denman and Al Rose played on a quintet built around Pete Clark that reached the Mason-Dixon tourney. Bill Cava- naugh, with his peppery spirit, John Smith, the Mount’s Joe Page. and Bill Andrews, snappy in- fielder, gave the class a good representation on the baseball diamond. In the minor sports we’ were not to be outdone either, with golfers like “hole-in-one” George Christ and Jim Doherty. We were chiefly respon- aE eat sible for the good cross country team of ’50, cap- The cross-country team lining up for one of its final meets. tained by Ed Fernand, with Reno Petovello, Nelson Deal, and Don Kearns. 60