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

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The Day We Waited For Speeding up the familiar driveway past the sun-burned grass, rounding the turn with a sure twist of the wheel, and pulling to a gravelly stop, we knew in September, 1951, that the home stretch in our college careers loomed before us. Our minds were befuddled with an intense awareness that in nine months we would have to face the “cold, cruel world,”’ as some would call it. We were not grim in our outlook. A good sign of optimism in our class was the num- ber of men who embarked on the sea of matrimony and joined the ranks of nearly-weds by becoming engaged. With or without mates, however, that world still faced us, or it might be better to say that we faced it. To each of us it had different meanings. It was a future of seminary life, military duty, office chairs, long-handled shovels, or more classrooms. Whatever our post college life, most of us did not just sit and wait for things to happen. We sent out applica- tions to universities, asked faculty members for letters of recommendation, signed up for officer training in our coun- try’s armed forces, answered questions asked by personnel interviewers, and spent anxious minutes in the post office waiting for letters of acceptance. We all went on with col- 61 lege life as usual. Dates, basketball games, class meetings, long and crowded conversations, jeers and cheers went on with the relentlessness of the seasons. Like the bird on the wing, time flew and, before we knew it, the final exams were determinedly finished with. A short and delightful vaca- tion was spent at home, thinking and talking with parents and friends of a task accomplished and tasks to be done. Happily, we returned for exi-week and graduation. Three last days were left for us to breathe the clean moun- tain air. A deeply reflective hour at the Mass for the grad- uates, a solemn baccalaureate address, blissful moments at the Senior Prom, mutual pride between ourselves and our parents, and awe at the sight and sound of graduation guests and speakers; all these built us up to the moment of personal yet humble exhultation and mixed emotions when we received our degrees and truly became sons of the Mount. Leaving the green and sunny campus was harder than we thought it would be. It is difficult to leave a home when we know not when it is to be seen, touched, heard, and smelled again. We thought, if “home is where the heart is,” then this is home and we’ll be back.

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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

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C. ETHELBERT ABELL, JR. B.S. in History, Placentia, Leonardtown, Md. A real Southerner who could trace his ancestry to the Ark and Dove (or was it Gettysburg and An- tietam), Bert was a true son of Dixie. Fried chicken and ham plus sausage and corn pone accounted for his rosy cheeks and curly hair. Unassuming and mild spoken, Bert’s most emphatic expression was “‘you can bet your sweet life.” He had a great respect for the Dodge Brothers,»and was especially fond of their namesake he guided over Route 15. Torn between two loves, Bert intended to blend teaching and farming into a successful future. As a Pripwin staff member and business manager of the Echo he was always an industrious and dependable worker. be) JOHN M. ANDREWS B.S.in History, 227 Sudbrook Lane, Pikesville, Md. Seldom is found a man with as likable character, good nature, and keen sense of humor as Jack. Versatility, personality, and a profound interest in his undertakings brought him the esteem of the class. He was the managing editor of the PRIDWIN and co-editor of the Echo, and in these capacities he did excellent and admirable work. The “Brow” lived a moderate life as a casual “campus Joe’ and was not easily impressed. A confederate flag waver, he occupied many leisure hours in intramural sports and the arms of Morpheus. Jack was admired for manliness, sincerity, and earnest enthusiasm. With these sterling qualities he won the hearts of many friends, and his talents, of themselves, insured for him a successful future in journalism. WILLIAM J. ANDREWS, JR. B.S. in Economics, 1549 E. 66th St., Brooklyn, N.Y. One of the more enthusiastic sports fans on campus and the possessor of a fine sense of humor, Bill was quick to mix with the typical atmosphere of Mount St. Mary’s. He spread the Dodger fame through Emmitsburg and carried the spirit of the Mount back to Brooklyn. In his sophomore and junior years he was a true member of Slobbovia. Bill was always generous and con- siderate toward those around him. With an optimistic outlook on life and always in search of a good time, he could often be found trying to bring forth a “‘scream and yell,” whether it be on the varsity diamond or amidst a group of fellow students.