St Josephs College - Footprints Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Home of the Archbishop, our next-door neighbor. Through the archway . . . to the shrine of St. Joseph. The original college— now home of our Chapel, rec, and nursery school. Autumn, and falling leaves.

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Gateway to the campus . . . leisure hours in the country off Clinton. Leaves of Grass, and the outdoor theatre Turn of the walk by the side of the convent. 10

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CLASS HISTORY Four score and many tears ago, our fathers— and mothers— placed us safely upon the doorstep of Saint Joseph ' s College. From the begin- ning we were different. We decided to have a sorority, and formed it of the whole clas.. We held our meetings at Regis ' and Gerry ' s— and then we had picnics, too. (How daring we thought we were when we brought beer with us! ) The cinders from the fire got into the hot chocolate, and we ate burnt— to— a crisp frankfurters— but we thought they were wonderful! It didn ' t take us long to get used to the Red Room , with our cooperative containers of milk. We will never forget our first dinner there: the spaghetti was pasty, the sauce like soup. As fast as some went in one door to have it dished out, others were going in the other door to have it dumped out. We had Math 110 with Rogers and Hart, and were always going to impress Sister Amata with our subtlety in doing problems on rolls of shelving paper. Nor will we forget the fact that we had Religion after Gym. When we took showers we would steal each other ' s cloth- ing, so that many a time we arrived in class innocently sporting our academic gowns. And how often we looked as if we had just fallen into a flour barrel . . . result of talcum powder shampoos. Ah! those were the days! We had smoking bounds then, and had to fly down to the Drug for a cigarette and coffee. We went to dances and affairs, and joined committees too, but as a class we were very proud we were together and having such a wonderful year. When we returned as Sophs we were very wise indeed. That was the year we had all the A. A. dances, among them, the Chinese Dance. Martha Perotta remembers the lanterns and scotch tape and her famous chant: We ' ve got another roll! That year we all supported the Charity Ball, First formal of the season. We had great plans for going out afterwards, but those boys just couldn ' t get together. One day in the dark recess of the locker room, a Plot was hatched. We felt that our name, Sophomore, (or wise Fool ) was not being lived up to. We were wise— as was evidenced by our blue books, out- side readings, and learned debates over Apologetics. But we felt that the foolish part was being neglected, so without warning, the rest of the school met with an influx of strange creatures who wore socks that didn ' t match, sloppy sweaters, carnations, and big red bows. Sophomore Screwball Day was initiated formally by a party after- wards.