Centenary College - Hack Yearbook (Hackettstown, NJ)

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TI-ua Hack -VF Flashes of 1945 bv Television Here we are in the year nineteen hundred and forty-five sailing around in our con- vertible runabout fplane, of coursej, and we've decided to zoom back to our dear Alma Mater, C. C. I., to see if everything is running smoothly. But say, as we get a bird's-eye view of the campus do we see crowds of new buildings? We must investigate! Would you believe it? Not only do we see an outdoor swimming pool and gymnasium but those actually look like horses trotting around, or are they merely girls? The visibility is poor at this altitude and as we see that we bring our plane down on Centenary's new landing field. We have actually a new stable and many new dorms and sorority houses. Peering into one of those sorority houses we are astonished at the new changes. Do you think it's fair that the girls can smoke any time and, above all, any place? We never could! These modernistically decorated sorority houses look all right with their many luxurious bedrooms and beautifully formal chapter rooms. All these things bring back fond memories, so let's look at our old school chums in various parts of the country and see how life is treating them. As we hover over the great metropolis of New York City, we take a candid camera shot of Bette, Dee and Bev. We like it even though it's not as good as the ones which appear each month in Vogue , Having landed we take a peek into the entrance of BEST'S. Upon entering we get a very good shot, through the Bridal Shop door, of Chris who is trying to convince Peg of the quality of the white satin. QShe should know 'cause she's a buyer nowlj What are all those blinding lights in our eyes? Well, if it isn't the great white wayf Centenary is pretty well represented. Doris Lambdin has the leading role in Carmen , lo Harvey, who always had a promising voice, is vocalizing for Sammy Kayg Betty Lees is giving her second concert at Carnegie Hall fthey just can't get enough of herj 5 Ruth Kilborne is filling in intermissions with violin solos. Wfe take our candid camera work more seriously, we're really fiends at this you know. It's a good thing we got control of ourselves 'cause we took an excellent shot of Peg Darrow being helped out of her town car by her chauffeur. She simply must get some more clothes for young Peggi. 'I.et's hover over the surburban towns that are not far out of New York. Here we see Brew hanging out her Monday morning wash. But look isn't that West Point rearing it's ugly head? l hear leanne and jane have married a couple of lieutenants. ll' that's what they married, it's nice work if you can get it, girls! We hear Adelaide Peters has entered your category too. l don't mean to be feline but l'm still glad l'm single. On our way to New Brunswick we stop to see Marge Burrell who is now married to a young professor at Rutgers. We learn that Alice Dunn is quite happy in her little white cottage. Marge also tells us that a new camp has opened under the capable management of Betty Millard. She has one of the best riding masters on this sicle of the Rockies in Betty Housel. Returning to New York because our gas is low, we decide to pay a visit to Ruthie Ward who is patiently waiting supper for her one and only who is an hour late now. As we land our plane at the Newark Airport, it is gratifying to know that our seventh anniversary will be here and we will soon be able to reminisce with our classmates. Bev and Brew. One lluirilrcd and Sim

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THE CK ff Through Uur Picture Album As wc look back on four years at Centenary it seems to us that they have not been passed in vain. Our interests and aims have gradually taken form under the careful watch and guidance of Mrs. Trevorrow and the members of the faculty. We will always hold pleasant memories of the years we spent at C. C. I. FRESI-IMENf-'l.eafing back through the pages we see ourselves as members of the Unite Class , as it was then called, with Sally Lamparter efficiently performing the duties of the president. We may have looked very confident but we felt rather fright- ened. Everything was so puzzlingfrjust why did the steps leading up to the library look so much like the chapel stairs? It was so easy to get the two confused! School had only been in session a short time when one morning grotesque ligures appeared from all directions. It was just the freshmen going through the formalities of initiationAif one could call it a formality. I'll have to admit that we didn't do much in the way of athletics but after all, we were merely freshmen. Wtlit 'til we're seniors and then watch our dust! SOPHOMORESW-Turning over a page we see ourselves grouped around Peggy Skillman, able president of the Unites . Although few in number we strove valiantly to uphold our class in athletics, but it seems to me that we were continually giving banquets for our more skillful sisters. JUNIORS--eOn the next page in our album we see twenty-two bright and happy juniors appearing on the horizon in September, 1956. They were destined to be the seniors of 1938. Elections were held and it was obvious that Peggy Brandon was the one and only for the position of president. She was an inspiration to each and every one and we appreciate everything she did for us. The seniors seemed to enjoy the banquet we gave them. It was hard work but lots of fun. This year proved to be more fruitful in athletics than the previous two years. XVC came out next to the top in hockey and basket ball. The year flew merrily along and in no time at all we found ourselves saying good-bye to some and au revoir to others, until the next September would bring us together again. SENIORS-'At last! The be-all and the end-all , the goal of goals, class of classes-Seniors! Wfe were very dignified for the first week, but it soon wore offand we entered wholeheartedly into the fun. Doris Brewster, in spite of her deceiving giggle, proved a very capable leader, and we held our place on the athletic field. As the days advance into Spring we await graduation---half gladly, half sadly. Classes, week-ends, dances, the Christmas carols at 5:30 A. M., the waffle party, invitations, entertainments, the Carlon and the Craft'l, go one by one into the past and we close our album with a sigh as the class of '38 marches on, enriched by these- our memories and friends. Peg and Ruth. One Hundred and Fine

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