Centenary College - Hack Yearbook (Hackettstown, NJ)

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l l i i Tune .Y,,.. itlass Bong ......Rilf Song From The Desert Song Hail, wclre the Senior class of C. C. Bound together by our loyalty. We know we'll reach our goal some day. Now we're cheering for the Red and the Gray. Yes, all our hearts are filled with happiness, For we have made this year a great success. And, as the time marches on, our hearts will ever Return to C. j. C. Hail, were the Senior Class of C, C. And weve made this year a juhilee. Our hearts will feel an emptiness, For the years spent here were two of the hest. Friends, we've got what it takes to get along, 'Cause we've learned that lifes not just a song. And, as the time marches on, our thoughts will ever Return to C. C. Arylllffjkl-foil 1'

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Q C. H : 1 ' 1 l 1 -.:'.. Uarietg's the uerg spice of life, That gives it all its flavour

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j he flash This is the Hhort and iliong of ilk In retrospect, these two years seem to all of us the most profitable of our lives. We arc beginning to find ourselves, our talents, our interests, our aims in life, and the broad- ening effects of these college years have played an invaluable part in the development of our personalities. As we look back, it is to remember happy, careless hours and other more serious, perhaps inspiring experiences, a review of vital glowing memories. It hasn't all been roses. We have done our share of grumbling and worrying too, the traditional midnight oil has lighted the way through many long nights to exams, but if our training gives us sportsmanship and courage, half the battle of life is won. We feel that Centenary has helped to do this for us. Somehow any unpleasantness slips into the background. In the future, friendship will be a constant source of influence and happi- ness, and so the friends who stand by us when that important letter does not arrive Qalso when the birthday cake comeslj are one of the best loved parts of school life. Our first class meeting proved to be the start of a successful organization. Marjorie Mapes, as class president, represented us through the year with poise and sincerity. We first began to feel acquainted with the much revered seniors at the Athletic Association party given for us soon after our arrival. Amid braids, grotesque costumes, and many, many giggles, we crawled through classroom doors in our initiation to become part of Centenary. Sororities became the question of the hour-teas, bids, initiation. From the standpoint of athletics it was an unusually successful year, in hockey, basketball and ten- nis tournaments. The swimming meet gave us another 'lfeather in our capfl Time sped by and we planned the Freshman Dance in April with happy anticipation. Now we remember it with a smile, last minute excitement, fun, the nautical decorations, an old song or two. In May we felt very proud of winning the music contest. Singing on the steps brought us the first feeling of being seniors and the hrst sadness of losing the seniors before us. Then came graduation festivities and the end of a happy school year. At the close of a simply divine summer our senior days began with a glorious reunion of old friends and the welcome of a grand junior class. Far into the night gab fests were carried on with such enthusiasm that we were thought to be quite disorderly and not at all the traditionally dignified seniors. New ideas for junior initiation were quickly put into effect with hilarious results. Anne C. McClave, our new class president, has inspired our confidence in all we have undertaken, and we appreciate her able lead- ership. Our first big affair was the senior dance with elaborate decorations, even a harvest moon. Again athletic laurels have fallen our way in hockey and basketball. Now during the closing weeks of classes we are trying to absorb a last bit of atmosphere to take with us into the future. We are looking forward to the May Fete which is always a gala occasion, the music contest, the essay contest, and finally, alas, exams. But after the deepest darkness will come the dawn, we hope, and graduation. During our two college years we have felt gratefully the understanding guidance of Mrs. Trevorrow. We want her to know that we appreciate her help. Saying good-bye to Centenary will be sad for all of us. With sincerity we sing, Our hearts will always return to C. C. Bettie Graham and jean Favor, Niizety-fi'Ur'