Centenary College - Hack Yearbook (Hackettstown, NJ)

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THE HACK Jlf just Remember As we turn back the pages of the last two years, there are tears mingled with smiles asiwe look at the pictures that come to view. Pictures that make us realize that the past can never be anything more than a beloved memory now. Pictures of timid little fresh-' men creeping through the halls, hoping to escape the notice of the eagle-eyed seniors, timid little freshmen that now form the super-sophisticated senior class. Snapshots of the friends that have become so dear to us in these two years at Centenary, from whom we shall be parting at graduation. A picture of our first class meeting that was merely a sample of the success that was to be ours in the forthcoming years. Charlotte Gulliver, elected president, under whose competent leadership we were able to get off to such a marvelous start. Numerous shots of grotesque people that on closer inspection prove to be ourselves during Fresh- man Week. Will you ever forget the rigors of those hrst few days of braiding hair, and lip-sticking our noses? Sorority rushing pictures flash before us. The excitement of going to the teas and then the waiting, waiting to hnd out whether we were accepted or not. Remember the initiation that was even worse than our freshman week had been? But also remember that glow of pride the first time we wore our pins? Here's a picture of our junior April Shower dance. The gym looks more like a veritable fairyland or flower garden than our prosaic gym. On all sides are gay flowers, while overhead billows the blue sky, flanked by vari-colored umbrellas. How pleased we were with our first dance of the year, and even the seniors admired our decorations! Numerous pictures of the Little Theater plays show how well represented we were in the Held of dramatics. The excitement of dress rehearsal and the cold fear that was ours as the curtain went up on the night of the performance are memories that will always return. The arrival of spring and spring fever and the May Fete, and just around the corner came Graduation week with its many functions that brought home more strongly than ever that half of what made us love Centenary was leaving with the senior class. Iixams that are remembered now as a last mad scramble to cram a year's work into our brains, which resulted in sitting up all night and moaning the next day how simply dead we were. After a simply smooth vacation most of us were back again feeling very import- ant as we ushered juniors to their rooms and were assigned little sisters. Pictures of the athletic association party where we became really acquainted with the iuniorsffpictures of freshman week when we were the eagle-eyed seniors. Class meetings, with Mary Hankinson leading us on to bigger and better deeds, and then before we realized the time had passed, sorority anniversaries and the senior dance. A picture of our senior dance comes to the fore . . . nigger boys truckin' on the walls, and puffs of cotton Ninety-two

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College - Miscellany

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TH1: HACK ff growing from the floor, and here is another picture of all of us doing The Big Appleu. W'e'll probably always remember our last year at Centenary synonymously with the Big Apple . Pictures of the various athletic activities reveal our class as carrying forward our reputation for versatility and outstanding successes. XX7e won the inter-class hockey game and hve of the members on the honorary basket ball team came from the class of '38, The Athletic Association, which has been unusually energetic this year, had Charlotte Gulliver as its president. A few snapshots come into view of the tennis tournament, and again they were seniors who carried away the honors. From these pictures it would seem that anything we turned our hand to we shone in--but we have the grace to bow our heads over our athletic record of our junior year. Not that we were completely routed, but we must admit that we placed second in a couple of events. More pictures of Mrs. Haring slaving away, trying to drill tap routine into our heads, or planning modern dance figures. Remember how in the winter we fussed because it was too cold to dress in gym uniforms and then in the spring it was too nice to be stuck in the gym? Wfill you ever forget the craze we all had for losing weight, by swimming madly up and down the pool for hours at a time. followed by a brisk game of ping pong and then a stroll down to the Carlon Shoppe where we would decide to go off our diet just this once ? Wfe must not neglect the pictures of our frantic efforts to obtain sun-tans in March. '1'here's one with several of the girls in the foreground blissfully sprawled in the sun's rays---but in the background is someone huddled in a fur coat! How anxiously we compared tans every hour and how we redoubled our efforts when someone seemed likely to get ahead of us in this roasting game. It was worth all the effort, though, when we arrived on the beach in early summer looking very brown and everyone else looking pale and seedy. And didnt that early tan look ultra with evening dresses? And now the last lap of pictures comes to view. The May Iiete, with Ruth Gooding as the first Centenary May Queen, surrounded by her beautiful court. Afterwards our senior dance, which brings a lump to our throat because it is so near to being our last dance. Cramming for those final horrors , june exams, and wearing our gowns to chapel. Then comes Baccalaureate, Last Vespers, Singing on the Steps. where we realize that now we are almost through. And last of all, the final picture, that shining goal toward which we have all been striving--f,Graduationl Yes, school days are over for almost all of us, but the friendships that we have made, and the memories that we have stored here at Centenary will be among our most valued possessions as we part to go our separate paths down Lifels highway. Phyllis Sweeny. Ninety-flz rcc