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

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e underclassmen Laughing when I had a mind to, Singing when I felt inclined to. HILAIRE BELLOC

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Ad Building October 8th Dear Mom, Received your letter and am happy to report that my homesickness has officially disappeared. School activities keep me so busy lately, there has been little time to think of anything else. It all began with Frosh hazing. What a rough time the Sophs showed us! We were commanded to wear beanies, rolled-up pants, and two different socks and shoes. For a week we used back doors, bowed to all upperclassmen, and marched back and forth to town. And guess what? We revolted and defended ourselves at the swimming pool where hazing ended in splashing style. Luckily, retreat exercises followed on the heels of hazing. You’d never recognize me, going to church five times a day! Seriously, this retreat helped me tremendously—made me think quite a bit. The first six-week marks appeared today. Considering the roughness of the tests, my grades aren’t too bad. You should realize by now that college is different from high school. Keep telling this to dad—he doesn’t seem to understand. Our floor team looks great on the gridiron. We’ve won our last three games. With some luck, we could reach the playoffs. Our opposition is getting keen, though. Mom, there’s a big time brewing this weekend and I’m wondering if you could send me some extra money. . . Dubois December 10th Dear Mom, Pll have to hurry to get this written. Tonight our Glee Club presents its annual Christmas Concert and I don’t want to miss any of it. Last night the seminary choir serenaded the entire school with Christmas Carols—one of the most striking sights I’ve ever witnessed. It really put the pep into the campus. Speaking of pep, the “Slobs,” of which I am now a member, raised the roof off the gym at our basketball opener. We won, and it looks like the Mount quint is going places this year. A group of us swam in the indoor pool this afternoon. The water was warm and refreshing, so different from the snow battle waged on campus yesterday. Snowballs flew for two hours as everyone fired at everyone else. One fellow heaved a wild toss, and smashed a window. This ended the war. Too bad it was my window. I attended my first I-R.C. meeting the other night. The members are cooperating in a joint discussion slated for January. It is my job to do research on the bolsheviks and socialists. I didn’t even know how to spell them until tonight. Can’t wait to get home this Friday. We're getting ready for the departure already. Some of my friends erected a Christmas tree in the hall and are planning a party Thursday evening. It should be a lot of fun. It’s going to cost me to come all the way home this time. I wonder if, in the charity of your pocketbook, you could lend me... a Brute March 3rd Dear Mom, Well, we’re over the first hill and already back at the “grind”. I’m writing a term paper, which keeps me pretty busy these cold evenings. I have to spend a lot of time in the library. Been there so much recently that some of the guys think I’m one of the statues. One evening, while doing reseach, I ran across a lecture group discussing the great classics of literature. I know youre laughing already, but I enjoyed it greatly. Thanks very much for allowing me to attend the Prom. Our ballroom was beautiful and, coupled with the colorful gowns, blended into an artistic masterpiece. All the gals looked gorgeous, especially Mary who had them swooning in a catching blue gown. Secretly I hoped she’d be crowned queen but, the judges can’t choose everybody. The hotel is still standing but some of the collegians aren't. It was the best time I’ve ever had. Once again, thank you very much. Ever since basketball season ended we’ve had a lull in varsity sports. Recently, the spotlight has been focused on the intramural playoffs in which our floor team put up a furious fight. We were beaten but now look toward volleyball and badminton. A call has been posted for varsity baseball players to report—a sure sign of early Spring around here. During Lent, I’ve been going to daily mass and abstain- ing from smokes. Feels pretty good to be a martyr. The Church is well filled for 7:15 mass so I find I’m not the only one “suffering”. I'd like to put the finishing touches to that term paper so I'll sign off. Just a reminder that the first payment is due on our class rings and I could use... . McCaffrey May 18th Dear Mom, This will probably be the last of the many epistles I’ve written from the Mount. It seems so long and yet so short since I started writing them four years ago. I know what you're thinking: his letters have become shorter and shorter, too. This will be no exception. My finals start tomorrow and, as usual, time is of the essence. If I pass the tests, it will be a welcomed relief. The beautiful spring we’re having is the most distracting element from studies I’ve ever encountered. I’ve managed to dub a few shots on our five-holer out front, and I hope my sun tan doesn’t peel until you see me. This time of year there are a plethora of “lasts” for seniors. For instance, the other evening I played my last softball game, and attended my last K. of C. meeting and band concert. Today is the last day for senior classes. I’m already becoming a bit nostalgic about leaving. Many times I’ve wished the Mount had a graduate school so that I could make my days here last a little longer. Since this is my final letter, (Il put it more bluntly than usual. I need some money for expenses and a few other items. Please wire me. . C. Beetel G. Bowling T. Dillon J. Mazoureix