St Josephs College - Footprints Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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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

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Here are the undergrads . FRESHMEN