St Josephs College - Footprints Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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That was the year, too, in which the Food Frolics came into their own. We baked thirteen chocolate cream pies, and made tossed (liter- ally) salad. About then we discovered the Venice, and we enjoyed many a pizza while discussing the immortality of the soul. Of course, we were all busy looking up Greek and Latin derivations that year, while we diligently searched for Iliad and Odyssey sum- maries. In History I we were as much impressed by crenelations as we were by the lizard that hung from Sister ' s bib. To prevent a certain prof from rocking in his chair, we tied it to the desk. We can remem- ber, too, how we joked about the causes and effects of World War III. In Speech we were almost all schmoes ( that ' s a long o ) . When Regis had charge of the Spring Dance, we made carnations, and for the Communion Breakfast— more carnations! (We thought of starting a factory.) Dinners that year were improving. When we got the new stove in the old kitchen we decided to bake rolls, and we ate by candle- light with the candles stuck on overturned coffee cups. That was the year we marched in the St. Patty ' s Day Parade right in front of the Sanitation Department. Murk ' s had become our base of operations, and one member of each group was always on hand to fly to a table and hold the fort for the rest of mankind. That was the year too, when some of us were locked in the Field House, and other members of the class had to climb into the window to rescue us. Sophomore Class Day was wonderful. We were doing things in our own big way. When June rolled around our Junior Sisters graduated and we said good-bye to our best upper-class friends. Junior year was absolutely terrific. When we came back ro St. Joe ' s the class had already been working on Orientation. We met our Freshmen Sisters and hoped that they would have as great a time as we had had. That was the year in which we became vitally aware of Govern- ment. In fact, in S.S.I we spent our time trying to guess today would be the day that I ' d be called on. We learned twenty-eight steps, and once upon a time pinned newspaper clippings on the girl in front of us so we could read them at our leisure. That was also the year we became acquainted with Joe Zilch. (With all the plotting going on it ' s a wonder that he didn ' t get to the Prom! ) We were really determined to make that Junior Prom a success. We became composers of commercials— and her hair hung down in string-a-lets. The decorations were wonderful. It was a Cinderella Ball whether (?) the

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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.

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and we all hoped to be the Princess Charming. We ended our wonder- ful evening at Terry ' s party with bag-pipes at 3 A.M. It was a marvelous dance and it was ours, our very own. Our Junior Banquet at Rosoff ' s was everything we had hoped it would be. The entertainment included the impromptu Face on the Barroom Floor, as well as undry other contributions. Other memories go with Junior Year, too: the German G.A. with its lovely sets and costumes, the deadline for the yearbook as we prepared to give the Seniors something different, the varsity games, Broken Limb Lodge, Pat Murphy ' s, our annual picnic. That was also the year of those easy electives, which required two term papers, forty-nine book reports, and all one ' s eyesight. After Commencement in June we lay on the beach and soaked up sunshine. Whenever we met we joined forces and reveled in each other ' s company. Some of us got a taste of teaching in Vacation Play- grounds. ( Of course we all played canasta or bridge. ) When September came we all wanted to know how much we ' d studied for the comprehensive— No one had, so we decided not to worry about it. And we didn ' t. The faculty was worried, because we didn ' t worry. We went on our merry way. The Sports Hop was early this year and we had a grand time. C Day passed and there was great silence in Murk ' s, but we recovered at home or elsewhere and were back whole and entire in time to en- joy the Senior Ball. That was another wonderful time. We ' ll never forget that stage whisper as they played Good Night Sweetheart: Careful fellas, there may be a pick-pocket in the crowd! The Christ- mas Party passed and we knew it would be our last time to see the blue and white setting of the Christmas Crib at St. Joseph ' s. Senior year meant these, pupil teaching, and added responsibility. But we did everything. We took the Juniors to the theater and of course met at our old hang-out , the Savarin. Of course we went to the Junior Prom. ( It was free for us— We were Seniors! ) We had our last class picnic, our last Communion Breakfast, our last Bridge, and then Senior Exams came. We ' ll never forget our jubilation, our celebration, our last Field Day . . . then Bacculaureate Sunday, Formal Class Day, and our day of days when we hurriedly promised to meet again. We remember all these things. We remember our friends, and now look forward to the future— to our Twenty-fifth Anniversary when we will return, and eventually to our final anniversary, when we will be together again for all eternity— the Class of ' 52. IN MEMORIAM Ena Bumey-Nicol Her smile was soft and warm, and her ways gentle. Her eyes were kind and deep, and we thought it cruel that she should leave us so soon, taking so much goodness with her. Beauty and love were hers, and ours too, for she shared them with us. But time has come and gone, and we no longer think it cruel, or wrong, that she should have had to leave. For we know that she is waiting for us, and that it had to be someone like Ena who would lead the way for the rest of us. 14