Chatham College - Cornerstone Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 160 of the 1978 volume:

4 H ' ■ ' : - X 7: t WfPi ? S- .; - 9 = (!iiA®?iAiE mmi£m jjjHI ■■■ ■l ■ ' . ' Kj ' 1 FALL . V- Reflections on the water like shadows in my mind, Speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time. The falling leaves are whispering winter ' s on its way, I close my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday. It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind, And more than that its oh so sad to see the summer end. And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see. If it were mine to make the change I think I ' d let it be. ■ ' ' ' t V ' - . . But I don ' t remember hearing anybody asking me. John Denver i '  ' -:. • T . ? 1 r ::Jr-. vv-- i:-x.-.- Alberta Arthurs - President My first year at Chatham College has been full of surprises, full of discoveries, full — as college years should be - of opportunities to learn. Like the seniors who must leave this year, I ' ve spent the past months absorbing the environment around me, making friends, finding the many, many links between the College and the larger society that surrounds it. Reluctantly, I see the college year end; reluctantly, I see this class leave. I feel that these months have passed all too quickly. I believe I have found in this first year much of what is to be valued in this unique place. The faculty is to be valued for its devotion to students and to scholarship, for its experience and educational objectives. The students themselves are to be valued for their strength of purpose and their intellectual spiritedness, qualities I believe are developed in a small college experience. Chatham ' s buildings and grounds, the Jennie King Mellon Library and the Chapel and the Play Room and Benedum are the many special places that make the College visibly unique. Chatham is a place to learn, a place to grow, a place to remember; a proud and unusual place with histor) ' to boast of It can boast as well of its committment to the future, a future in which our talented and trained women will play an increasingly significant role. I value perhaps, above all, the interplay of people here, the conversations and contentions, the kind of discourse that is possible within the small, serious academic community. Chatham is the kind of institution that inspires hard work, high goals, loyalty and intellectual spirit. So, at least, it has seemed to me in my first year, and so — I hope - it seems to those who leave as the class of 1978. We will miss you, and we hope to welcome you back often as alumnae. 12 Administration KEVIN SPIESS DOREEN BOYCE 13 RONNA M. BACK JAKE CORDISCO EMMA T. LUCAS CAROLYN J. DcHAVEN JANET SARBAUGH 14 PHILUP COHE SCHATZ LUCILLE T. GAY CORRINE NL OLEARY 15 RAiMOND SAGER iMgijM Hj ifejK Til !■ .F B r, L Hv kJ -.-lift PEGG - DONALDSON MARTHA K. FORT 1 ,- « N «([it ' « 1 |V K k. v 1 1 ' , f H H l l n jjj H ■ fll n H ■)|H H 1 ELISSA K. HIRSH CHRISTINE HOFFNER 16 BONNIE N. BOOTH XAXC1 ' R. HAMMER ELIZABETH L SUATONT NANO ' K. HOFSOOS MARGARET PORTER LUTHER MONTGOMERY THOMAS O. JAMES JEAN BURNS 18 I Soci ology REIS WICHERS GEOFFREY H GUEST FRED ADELMAN Anthropology DIANE K. WAKEFIELD 19 Art JOSEPH R. SHEPLER EMMA MASLEY JERRY L CAPLAN 20 I SHIRI.E ! ' STARK Administration And Management JYOTSNA M. SANZGIRI Computer Science JANICE KING 21 Mathematics AUCE L.G. MEISSNER W. DALE RICHEY Chemistry WILLIAM A. BECK MARK C. PAULSON 22 B 1 o 1 o g y CONRAD M HESS MARY S. KOSTALOS MARVIN KEEN COMPHER, JR. 23 p s y c h o 1 o y THOMAS J. HERSHBERGER LYNNE E CURTIS STEPHEN E. ROBBINS FRANK M, LACKNER 24 Music JAMES C. DIGGORY HEXR ! D. SPINELLI RUSSELL G. WICHMANN . L- RGARET H. ROSS 25 E d u c a t 1 o n JOHN D. STANIER LORRAINE L. MORGAN VIVIAN C RiCHMAN 26 Modem Languages L ■ t itf .- ' , ' - HARRY C GOLDBV VALENTINA K. BARSOM JANET L WALKER ORLANDO JARDINI 27 Communications ROBERT J. COOLEY JEROME S. WENNEKER Drama LYNDA A, BELTZ JACK H. NEESON 28 Philosophy WILUAM H. AIKEN WILLARD E. ARNETT SUSAN T, NICHOLSON WING-TSIT CHAN 29 E c o n o m 1 c s EUGENE B. GENDEL BERNICE M, ROSEN Physical Education DOUGLAS C. CHAFFEY Political Science ERIKAG. KING 30 BARBARA D, PALMER English f llhi-m DONALD G, ADAM MARK C POLLOCK JOHN V. CUMMINS 31 H 1 s t o r y ANTHONY Dc LUCA MICHELLE H HERWALD ARTHUR G. SMITH 32 II 33 34 35 ■ 1 HpJ SUH kl. H l l l HBIHHIi H ' . . . ..i ii 36 37 38 Halloween In the tradition of previous Halloweens, Chatham students celebrated this holiday with a special dinner, a costume competition, a pumpkin carving contest and ' Benedum Haunted house. Among the highlights of the costume competition were Raggedy Ann, The Ivy of Chatham, a cupcake, and cowgirl President Arthurs observing the unforgetable Trojan Women. 39 40 Laughlin Party 41 I I 42 43 Although their season was not extremely successful, a few spills, thrills, and encouraging huddles pulled the Chatham Field Hockey team through the season. ?AL2i ' ' -jB 44 Field Hockey 45 WINTER Cold and its getting colder, Its grey and white and winter all around. And oh I must be getting older, And all this snow is trying to get me down. There ' s a fire on the corner slowly dyin ' Sometimes I just don ' t feel like goin ' on. And yet I know its more than worth the waiting. For another chance to see the summer Come on, shine on me! John Denver t . 48 BASKETBALL I I 50 i 51 Ellen Goodman THE TUTORIAL EXPERIENCE ' By DIANE AYERS ' ruroRiAu ex pE i EM cE 53 Drama 1 % . - - i-- e K ■ . yp A JmyM . 54 55 HS SMHI HH HHI ' w B ' r---S« 56 Rea Coffeehouse 57 BLACK WEEK 78 BLACK CULTURE - POSITIVE PEOPLE IN PROGRESS This year, we joined to celebrate the richness of Black lite. Our intent was to share the arts ot Black Americans; to engulf the community in our culture. Joined by many members of Chatham ' s community, we organized events which drew on the Pittsburgh community, as both guest and participant. In one week, we explored the depths ot imaginative Black expression. Of our many supporters, the most inspiring to the Black student body was our dear Linda Waring. Her prayers and inner strength enabled us to move ahead vigorously. She alone, is not only an inspiration to all voung black adults, but to anyone who believes in the power of prayer. And even though Linda did not participate actively in Black Week, she joined with the members of BSLf to promote a sense of sisterhood and sharing on campus; and to express the joy found in dynamic Black expression. 58 59 60 61 1 4 ,t firf mj ff 1 fill . 1 ll H H B ' 1 1 If ■ k IN I ' if w - 1 1 1 n ' li ■ H I H tin H 63 64 65 66 ffj 68 ' •. ' .-- -■ U ' vlx BEm 1 m mLJaUl : -iii - ' . - - ■ nil 1 q Christmas Christmas at Chatham would not seem like Christmas at all without the usual cele- brations. The Candlelight sere- ice, tree trimming parties, ap- pearances by Santa, and the Fickes Eggnog Party are only a sampling of the many ways the Christmas spirit was expressed on campus. 69 70 i f II J k • ' 11 ' K w- W ■ -■■ m ' VjW,_ X Ita ■ '  a; iiSiiiii P 71 72 73 w 74 i _ 1 ' i III .11 1 1 ® S:t!;r4-y ' i «-.. % w I SPRING Open up your eyes and see a brand new day, A clear blue sky and brightly shining sun. Open up your ears and hear the breezes say, Everything that ' s cold and gray is gone. Open up your hands and feel the rain come down, Taste the wind and smell the flower ' s sweet perfume. Open up your mind and let the light come m. The earth has been reborn and life goes Do you care what ' s happening around you. Do your senses know the changes when they come? Can you see yourself reflected in the seasons? Can you understand the need to carry Riding on a tapestry of all there is to sec. So many ways and oh so many things. Rejoicing in the differences, there ' s no one just like me. Yet as different as we are we ' re still the : : Sefli itmSL ' sl. . ' f i And oh I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see. And oh I love the life around me, A part of everything is here in me. ; r John Denver MARY COLE, English DIANE AYRES, English (right) JANN CHIRDON, Political Science History SUE COMISKY, Philosophy SUZANNE HAYDEN, History High on this mountain the clouds down below I ' m feeling so strong and alive. ELLIE GOLDFON, English 79 PEGGY ANN JOHNS, Psychology Sociology HEIDI JILL KANTERMAN, Art ELLEN TERI KAPLAN, Biology Psychology 80 ALICE KESTERSON, English ROSLYN MAHOLLAND, Communication From this rocky perch I ' ll continue to search for the wind and the sun and the sky. LISA MANN LEVINE, Early Childhood Education and the Special Child 81 DONNA MUNGER, History Political Science AMY NEWMAN, Biology Philosophy LINDA NELSON, Publishing TRACY PHIPPS want a lover and I want some friends and I want to live in the sun. SUSAN SILVERSTEIN, History DEBORAH CATHERINE TAMBURRI, Biology 83 WENDY GARLAND ABBOTT, Communications ELSA GABRIELLA BARBACCI, Biochemstry TONIA EDMONSON, English HELYNE LAURENA HOLMES, Drama And 1 want to do all things that I never have done. JULIE ANN FRAZEE, Administration Management 85 NANCY JANE KEES, Psychology ELLEN T. LEROY, Adm Management MEG MILLER, German 86 DEBRA ANN PRITTS, Political Science History ' ■-li pgigmi . Kt. 4( H| J HH J n B H P H JS H Ms S i. M — — . , VIRGINIA MARIE NOCE, Biology Off in the Netherlands I heard a sound like the beating of heavenly wings. CAROL J, POSEY, Music 87 NINA R. WEST, History ADELE SCHAWADRON, Biology Psychology KIM STEINER, History Political Science and deep in my brain I could hear a refrain of my soul as she rises and sings. ELIZABETH ANNE REESE, Political Science DONNA JEANNE BOWERS, Child Development 89 Senior Sketches , , . Some Individual Expression Five years ago I ' d never heard of Chatham College. In my junior year of high school my ambition was to be a pop singer; to major in music. I ' d set my sights on a small techni- cal college in Beaumont, Texas, which also had an excellent reputa- tion in the south for its music program. That summer I had the opportu- nity to audition at Lamar. Needless to say, I was nervous and it turned out to be a total fiasco. In my senior year a new neighbor of ours was attending Chatham. Debbie bragged about how marvelous Chatham was and what fun she was having. Pretty soon I found myself filling out an early admissions application, going for an interview, and receiving an acceptance letter. Attending a womens ' college, or as I would have said earlier, a girls ' school, was the furthest thing from my mind at the time! Who in their right mind would want to go to school with all women? I certainly wasn ' t overjoyed at the prospect, but I had so little self-confidence that I was afraid of being rejected else- where. However, in the fall when I found myself moving in and being warmly welcomed by these strange people, my spirits soared. It was hard to believe that total strangers could be so friendly. With only six weeks until my graduation from this wonderful place, I ' m finding it difficult to ex- press my feelings. I matured at Chat- ham. I ' ve had a chance to travel with some really fantastic friends whom I met in my first year here. The professors I ' ve had are good friends, and I ' ve grown much more confident in myself as a woman and in my capabilities. Did my blindness hinder me or sometimes keep me from going out on a limb and taking a chance? No, I don ' t think it did. But from the day I arrived at Chatham, all of you treated me as your equal, as some- one who counts. You asked me to write a short essay about my ex- periences at Chatham, but all of you are so much a part of the ex- periences that I can ' t separate your part from mine; and I surely wouldn ' t want to. To all the people whom I ' ve had the good fortune to know and care about, I couldn ' t have made it with- out you. Chatham wouldn ' t have become a top-notch school without its special people. You, my friends, are, and will continue to be, a spe- cial part of my life. By Ellie Goidfon 90 Involving Life and Chatham When I stepped off the plane in London it was raining. Typical, I thought. Here I am in London in the midst of the worst draught in the history of the country, without a raincoat, and it ' s pouring. It con- tinued to rain frequently for the next ten months; in fact, it was a record breaking year for all kinds of precipitation. But what did I care? It was English rain, and I felt as if I had come home at last. I had been planning to study English literature and drama in Lon- don during my junior year in col- lege from the moment I returned home in the summer of tenth grade after a three week trip to England with some friends. One of the prin- cipal reasons I went to college was so that I could take my junior year abroad; I designed my first two years at Chatham around this dream. I searched out the best program for my needs, applied, and was accepted by the Tufts in London Program for the academic year 1976 77. The summer seemed endless what with preparations and a very boring job, but at last the moment was at hand. My mother tried to prepare me for the culture shock and home- sickness I might feel. How could I tell her I knew those things wouldn ' t be a problem? When I finally arrived in London everything just seemed right, almost inevitable. That is not to say that there weren ' t alterations in my everyday habits I had to make. It was months before I stopped thinking I was taking my life in my hands every time I crossed the street, and it took me quite a while to realize that lOp was not all that cheap for a small chocolate bar. But I welcomed the change. Sud- denly everything was more exciting; I couldn ' t even take something as mundane as grocery shopping for granted. Of course, all of these surface adjustments were only indicative of the larger change that was taking place in my entire way of life. That brief flight across the Atlantic had opened a door for me to everything I had ever wanted to see and do. Theatre, ballet, opera, music, art, and travel were available and incred- ibly cheap. In one brief ten months span of time I traveled greater dis- tances, visited more places, attended more performances, encountered more new experiences, and met a greater variety of people than I had in all of the previous twenty years of my life put together. My horizons seemed limitless and so I set out to explore as much of this new world as possible: Thanksgiving in Co- penhagen, Christmas in Berlin, a weekend in Edinburgh, three weeks in Egypt, Athens, Florence, Vienna, Paris. I wanted to see it all, know- ing full well that given a life time in which to do so I could not. But I made a valiant effort. The year came to an end all too quickly. I returned home on the fourth of July with a half-penny piece in my pocket, ironic that my freedom should end on Indepen- 91 dence Day. My mother ' s prophesy came true at last; I was homesick for London and experienced great culture shock in trying to adjust to being back. But these feelings slowly become less overwhelming as memo- ries of England were pushed aisde by the ever more pressing consid- erations of school, my tutorial, and the future. At times now, that year almost seems to have been a dream; but then there are moments when I will be reading a book, watching television, or even just walking down the street and suddenly I am in London. And sometimes at sun- set, the view of Pittsburgh from the Woodland fire escape reminds me of Cairo. By Maggie Montevarde Four years at Chatham - each one different, yet each year there were specific events I knew to ex- pect. Certain traditions and proce- dures tied together the Chatham ex- perience for me. Some things at Chatham never changed - registra- tion, Halloweens, exams. Toe Dabbling Day, opening and closing convocation, and Candlelight Serv- ice. Around these stable institutions lay a variety of new and different decisions I had to make at various times during the four years. Which courses? What major? What should my tutorial be? Eventually the choice was made, the decision was final and the requirements were completed. Along the way I was provided with opportunities to ex- plore new realms of interest and new interests took shape in different ways. Independent studies, intern- ships, and interims were merely the vehicles for exploring the new di- mensions. Through the traditional course routine I could piece together relevant aspects of my education to form a unique interest and direction. Through my initiative Early Child- hood Education and History merged into a readily defined field. As a result of an independent study con- cerning museums and two intern- ships (one at the Scaife Gallery and one at the Smithsonian Institution), I discovered the area of Museum Education. Traveling is one of the more beneficial experiences in which I par- ticipated. January 75 was spent in Mexico. Eight Chatham students and one preofessor, Orlando Jardini, drove from Dallas, Texas to Colima, Mexico. While practicing Spanish, we were able to investigate many interesting and new dimensions of another countr ' , culture, and life- style. Being away gave me the op- portunity to view other people in other lifestyles and in new places. Visiting with contemporaries from another country excentuated our di- verse and yet similar experiences. Upon returning, the Chatham ex- perience was placed in a better per- spective. Chatham is one experience with open endings; but this can only be discovered by each individ- ual student. Tennis Team, C.S.G., NSA, and Senior Class President were all ex- periences which were vital to the balancing of my complete education at Chatham. The particular ex- periences are not necessarily as im- portant as the act of becoming in- volved in activities on the campus which are not specifically academic. Chatham functions as the result of these various activities, academic and extracurricular. The Chatham stu- dent evolves as the result of those activities in which she has chosen to participate — academic or otherwise. By Susan Silverslein 92 As the TWA jet took off from Nice to Chicago, I reclined in my seat and wondered if it was all a dream. I was on my way back to Wilmette, Illinois. In another week I ' d be returning for my senior year as a biology major at Chatham Col- lege in Pittsburgh. My wonderful summer at the Oceanographic In- stitute in Monaco was over, and I suddenly felt very sad. I had spent two months on board the Ramoge, a research vessel in the Mediterranean - now that sparkling sea seemed to wave goodbye as I peered through the plane window. Exactly one year before that flight home, I had been sitting beside the pool lifeguarding, picturing myself on board the Calypso, being given instructions by Jacques Cousteau himself Then the thought struck me, and I jumped up, exclaiming, What the heck as I doing day- dreaming? Why not write and ask him for a job? When I showed the letter I ' d composed to my mother, she laughed. Trust you to start at the top! she said. After all. Mom, I replied, What can I lose but 31 cents for a stamp. It sounds good to me, she said. Be sure to get Jacques Cousteau ' s autograph for me! True, I wasn ' t a Phi Beta Kappa Harvard grad. But on the resume I prepared for the Institute I could note that I had worked for two months at Chicago ' s Shedd Aquar- ium in a marine life show . That is, I scuba dived each morning in a large coral reef tank to feed sharks. eels, and angelfish while lecturing through a microphone rigged to my scuba gear. In the afternoons I taught marine biology to high school students. I quickly learned fish tank etiquette when one day an especially frisky sha rk, ignoring my amplified comments that shrimp was his favorite food, sunk his teeth into my hand instead! I got an impres- sive gauze bandage for my pains, and was able to regale friends at a New Year ' s Eve party with blood thirsty tales of my adventure. Through Chatham ' s field intern- ship program I had also studied with the Graduate School of the University of Florida. This time I lived on an uninhabited island called Seashore Keys in the Gulf of Mexico. While on this tiny island, I researched the eating habits of a type of chub which lives in both salt and fresh water (which, by the way, is a rare lifestyle even for a fish). The daily dissection of 200 chubs kept me busy (and peculiarly smelly), and when friends greeted me back at school with Hi, Laurie! I ' ll bet you had a super vacation, I replied, Vacation! No, not this time, folks. The following fall semester went by and I became engrossed in my studies. A couple of months passed before I received a reply from the Oceanographic Institute in Monaco. Jacques Cousteau. I never imag- ined he would write back. At first I was too frightened to open the let- ter. My best friend, Dani, looked over to me and said, hurry up, you idiot, open it, open it! Frantically I 93 tore open the letter and sped through its contents. It ' s going to happen, Dani, I screamed and trembled at the same time. They have accepted me! In no time at all July fifth came, flying me 3,000 miles across the Atlantic Ocean. As my plane taxied up to the gate, I became more and more excited. After grabbing my luggage I caught a taxi to the Ocea- nographic Institut e. On arriving, I noticed the crowds of people flock- ing in to see the Aquarium. How was I to find out where to go- ' Suddenly I panicked; I knew no French! I spotted a door with a No Exit sign and made my way to- wards it. Mademoiselle. The Con- cierge grabbed my arm and screamed, N ' entrez pas ici! I hur- riedly tried to explain who I was, and luckily he recognized my name through all the broken French and knew where to take me. Hitching my bag over his shoulder, the old custodian led me through several corridors, past laboratories, and down a back stairway to my room overlooking the sparkling Mediterra- nean Sea. The rest of the day was spent being shuffled from office to office and meeting my co-workers and bos- ses, including M. Vaissiere, second in command to Cousteau. I was taken around the Institute - a 15 story stone building with porticoes, arches, and balconies that faced the sea — the international department, and the microbiology laboratories. By the end of the tour evening had set in, so I decided to explore the streets of Monaco-ville. I made my way along La Rue Principale - a narrow street where the locals lived above the stores and cafes in washed grey houses with iron rail balconies. Neighbors could almost touch hands with those opposite, and of- ten lines of washing were strung across the street from the third floor. The next few days were brim- ming over with meeting people, being shown the territory, studying new biological techniques, and learn- ing the cycle of events that encom- passed a week ' s work. My jobs from day to day involved the preparation of mediums, the counting of bac- teria, analysis of various chemical compounds in Mediterranean Sea water, and excursions on the Ra- 94 ic. ' - . ■ -■.-■• ' ' C l- ' s v:i ?: .- ' i3? ' ' -. ■■■■■ - ' i- i;:.. ,:iPv:|f:?i gfe ?s f|W|? Vv V wo e, the research vessel, along the coast of Italy, Monaco, and France. During these excursions I collected water samples from different depths, and ran analysis on board. The days were generally taken up with work, although I was able to see the palace, a wax museum, ex- otic gardens, the theatre, and a me- chanical puppet museum. I also went shopping at local stores where the vendors soon knew me by name. I went to Pisa, to Nice, and along the Riviera; I even spent an evening driving along the winding mountain roads to hear Martin ' s Circus, a band that played all the Beach Boy ' s music in French. The evenings meant walks to 31 Flavors, to secluded restaurants, to the cinema, and to church. One week the town saw each country ' s celebration of the Mini-Olympics with a magnificent fireworks display that sparkled the sky and reflected across the sea for two hours. By this time my French was be- coming effective, although I carried my dictionary everywhere. Once on a hurried trip to the bakery where I often bought yeast to be used in experiments, I forgot it. I couldn ' t understand the baker ' s laughter when I asked for levraut. She explained it meant young hare. The word for yeast is levure. I was too embarrased to forget it again. Slowly I got the hang of the French language and soon gabbed nonstop. With French pretty much under my belt, I began to feel restless. I had set myself three goals: one was to meet Cousteau and another was to meet royalty. I knew Cousteau would be visiting the Institute the next week, so I decided to set my aims on Princess Caroline. Being intoxicated by the sea breeze and hazy sunshine, I write the princess a letter. One day I visited Odette, a newly made and well-loved friend, in Monte Carlo where she worked in a boutique. As I walked through the door, Odette started screaming, Laurie! Princess Caroline is here, just across the street, in the Hotel de Paris. Odette grabbed my hand, saying, Come on, follow me. I ' ll show you where she is. We climbed up a stairway which led to a huge ballroom. Guests in three-piece suits and tuxedos thronged in the hall. Flashbulbs clicked on and off like fireflies and formed a halo of light around the princess. I can ' t go up to her, Odette, I ' m in blue jeans and a scraggly Chicago T-shirt. Look at her. She ' s wearing an evening gown. How can I be so ungracious. ' Odette urged me on and once again I just had to meet her. My adrenalin took over, and soon I was shaking her hand, saying, Hi, I ' m Laurie LaPat. To my astonishment she replied that she had just received my letter that morning and wel- comed me to Monaco. We talked for about half an hour, and I re- turned home radiant. The following week my state was exhalted further when I was told Cousteau would be 95 in Monaco all day. I hardly could concentrate on the experiment aboard Ramoge, and as soon as we hit shore I rushed to his office, walked through the labs, and there he was! I introduced myself, and he spoke to me about my studies and was anxious to know if everything was comfortable. Even though I had very few occasions to be with Cousteau himself, I felt a strange affinity towards him because the crew often talked of him. I told Cousteau how much I loved Monaco and how I was en- ticed by my job, (particularly per- forming H20 tests on the boat all morning and pausing for sunny two- hours lunch breaks of crab, squid, and cool white wine). One day I was left to experiment on my own when a $100 sidearm flask slid through my hands and shattered on the lab floor. I was frantically search- ing for a replacement when an older assistant came in. You ' ll be in some trouble for that, I ' m afraid. She had only in- creased my fear of telling Jacques, my direct boss. Just at that point he walked into the lab and saw the fiasco. How funny! He gave a wry smile. I had a premonition three months ago that the flask would be broken so I ordered another one. So don ' t worry, Laurie, it arrived yes- terday. After all, it is only those who don ' t work who never break anything. I was warmed by his kindness and finished my filtering feeling more at ease. All too soon the last few days loomed up. Summer was ending and with it trickled out the tourists. I could not leave. I was no tourist! I had become a member of Monaco ' s family, friends with its friends, and a daughter to its waters. I felt like a native - but one who had six brothers and sisters and two anxious parents in Wilmette. The last faint rays of the sun filtered through the plane as we headed back to Chicago. My ears popped. What a summer it had been! As I sat there eating an air- borne dinner of boeuf bourgignon, I realized I had come to the end of two of the most wonderful months in my life - not only in their entirety, but in each separate day. I had experienced the awe of meeting 96 people everyone admired; the won- der of seeing a countr ' rich in anti- quity, yet vibrant with new life; and the warmth of meeting the people and culture of that intimate metro- polis that stretched along the south- ern coast of France. Br Ltiiirie La Pat 97 CHARLENE COUCH, Psychology NANCY BRUNEAU, Administration and Management MARY EISEMAN, French SUSAN DENMARK, Administration and Management CHRISTINE FIEDLER, English Political Science CUYLER FERGUSON, History 99 SHIRLEY HARTMAN, Political Science Communication MELINDA JOHNSON, Art MARLO KITCHEN, Political Science 100 MARIE LOXTERMAN, Spanish Education Anthems to glory and anthems to love and hymns filled with earthly delight. ANN MENDLOWITZ, Administration and Management DANI MARTIN, Biology 101 MAGGIE MONTEVERDE, English MARIE-PAULE MORTELL, Math THERESA ANN OELER, Biology KAREN ANN OTIS, Earlv Childhood Education CAROL A. YOCKEY, English Political Science Like the songs that the darkness composes to worship the light. E. DIANE SCHOLLAERT, Psychology Communications 103 EDNA ELAINE BANKS-DILLARD, Psych.-Soc. Education VALERIE L. FULTON, Administration Management, Communication DIANE ELIZABETH ELY, Economics 104 i . i ( I PAMELA GRAY, Education Psych. 0 h ' e in a vision I came on some ivoods and I stood in a fork in the road. JAN GRICE, Drama STEPHANIE KIDD, Religion 105 SPRING WEEKEND W rs 106 107 108 m !■■■■ 110 Hk ' ' ' ■ j P k « i V 111 ■ . . I s• sQU[EZIN ' s tD.LRUITORANGC . : |0B FUDGE CARROT .,;r. I11E CANDY SIRAUBERRY • lANOLAs ' banana NRT - ' LEmONADE y BumRytm mourns, 113 ■?tti«« iii ♦ ' • HEIDI SAMPLE, Biology LAURIE T. LAPAT, Biology-Education ELIZABETH ANN LANDON, GLYNNIS TRENISE McCRAY, Biology My choices were clear yet I froze ivwith a fear of not knowing which way to go. MM. MELOZZI, Drama-English BARBARA CONSTANCE MacCRATE, Music 115 SUE RUSSELL, English ANNE SAGE MITCHELL, Adm Man-Education JOANNE POMPEO, Spanish 116 DENISE GRAHAM, Political Science TERRIANN THOMPSON, Psychology One road was simple acceptance of life the other road offered sweet peace. CYNTHIA LARSON, Political Science 117 SUSAN DiGIACOMO, Political Science KIMBERLY ANN SIDEHAMER, Biology PATRICE D. STANCZAK, Biology When I made my decision my vision became my release. Dan Vogelberg GLORIA ELLEN MOLEK, Early Childhood Education DOROTHY SAMUELS, Spanish Ed. 119 ELEANOR BLANE, Art ROBIN LANDERMAN, English 120 OiTyfr ■ ' ; ' ' 7?.-;v -. 122 123 Xv ' 124 125 127 128 Ifi ' ,., 129 130 131 ■■•l; ' ' ■■ ' V.V Baap fe jgjAL- ' f niriW .iiKiC ' y- ' ;-? .- ;; - ' yjHAi. ' ■ ' .i ■ - ' ; ' w:.: ' '  :r Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, Captive moonlight waiting for the dawn. Softly like a baby ' s breath a breeze begins to whisper, The sun is coming; quick you must be gone. Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, The promise of another sunny day. And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do believe that summer ' s here to stay. And oh I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see. And oh I love the life around me, A part of everything is here in me. Riding on a tapestry of all there is to see. So many ways and oh so many things. Rejoicing in the differences, there ' s no one just like me. Yet as different as we are we ' re still the A part of everything is here in me . . . part of everything is here in me ... A part of . . . .-■ ' ■.1 . t V ' . j, ' ff fWW USW : ' W«f ' ■ -. i ' =B-- - 134 135 Birds flying high, You know how I feel. Sun in the sky, You know how I feel. Breeze drifting by, I know how I feel. It ' s a new dawn, And a new day, And a new life for me. Feelin ' good. ' 136 Dragonfly out in the sun, You know what I mean. Butterflies all havin ' fun. You know what I mean. To sleep in peace when day is done, That ' s what I mean. It ' s a new dawn, And a new day. And a new liie for me. Feelin ' good. 137 138 Stars when you shine, You know how I feel. Scent of the pine, You know how I feel. Freedom is mine, I know how I feel. 140 141 IBIs: r ' ■CTP -- ..i iii:- . ' -! : %S ' ' : It ' s a new dawn, It ' s a new day, It ' s a new life for me. Feelin ' good, feelin ' good. Unkn own 142 9Mi m sm fSifviKuncsvi u 4 3SBJv.ii!n3v tcT ' ot. uLyft ii ADVERTISING y? hf t r. ' U. i. il i m:  i - . . i-: w CORNERSTONE PATRONS FACULTY ADMINISTRATION Sara Lazear Mrs. Nancy R. Hammer Eugene B. Gendel Frank and Janet Becker Mrs. Corrine O ' Leary Adrian Luck Alice Mason Candace Little Mark C. Paulson Gary and Phipps C. 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