College of St Mary - Mosaic Yearbook (Omaha, NE)

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not faded or forgotten but only golden The fever pitch subsides, the dancers slow to a cha-cha or a two step, and we hear the rustleof swirling crepe and gliding chif- fon instead of crackling leaves, as the scene changes from a carefree collegiate mixer to the mellowed Holiday Harvest Dance. The soft lights shimmer on fresh coiffures and smiling eyes as the fragrant scent of roses and gardenias mingle in the air. And eight hundred feet dance on and on and on. The minutes pass as the music of Carl Jay and the murmur of conversation drift th rough out the ballroom like the falling autumn leaves. C o up l e s stroll hand in hand. White dinner jackets contrast against multi-colored c ocktail dresses. Beaded purses and long gloves fill tables, while heels click on the hard dance floor. The air carries the refrains of Misty as the night draws to a close. I must declare- UPY ljfaff is there, though I've been and he won the heart of a lady A camera pauses from Maine to Mexico. ffherovingcamerafocuses now to capture Diane Mulhern's romantic world which on the intent expression of a determined dancer. momentarily revolves aroundahandsomeyoungescort

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X ,wwf ' U An autumnal moon Lf The night is young and so are we...So let the fun begin! And begin it did! As the harvest moon floated serenely above and the bright leaves crackled softly underfoot, happy gals and guys shook Marian Hall, and 'E is m . xg? l I r ,,,t , 'WG 2 1 - is ei ,,ii 1 , f. Primitive dance? Frag, Frug, Fro ? A protest march quizzical bystanders stared in awe. The air was charged with gaiety as The Wonders generated a driving beat that set feet, hips, heads, and hands moving. But through it all the silent sober figure of Mr. Scarecrow stood stiffly in the corner s urrounded by corn stalks and the scent of Autumn Leaves. The mood was swift, the word was casual, and all became a blur as the music surged on. The excitement mounted. A flick of the eye, a bump on the shoulder: and who...where...went my partner? And so began the first CSM mixer of the year sponsored by the bruised but happy Sophomore Class. Flower in the crannied wa11...flower in the crannied .....wall. Flower...??? Wallflower, wallflower, where are thou? Who said Tennyson wasn't practical? or an anti-Beattie demonstrationg We have it from , an eye witness that it's only the collegiate watusi.

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p , Y 'H Flowers...pink, pretty, net and ribbon, a glance but brief...a delicate while and then gone. But blossoms always return in the spring and memories areforever. Deep, mellow tones of the saxaphone make a knowing dancer a servant to its charm and by its magic a winter night transforms into an enchanting ballroom. Winter, white and wondrous, is brightened by the splendor of lights sparkling across a ballroom floor as dancers step away soft seconds of music to the light rhythm. Silver is wintei Down through the ages of man, dance has been a form of celebration for special days or events. Special at S aint Mary is the a n n u al Blue C otillion. Unique to the CSM cam - pus, this dance originated in h on o r of the December 8 feast of the Blessed v i r g i n, patron of the college. The dance is sponsored by the junior class and charmingly deco- rated in the C h r i s t m a s spirit. This year's Cotillion was held at the Shimmel's Indian Hills Inn with music by Carl Jay. F i n an c e s for this junior-sponsored dance were met by a successfully launched c o c o n u t and mint candy sale. Sophisticated collegians, u n d e r the guise of p e dd 1 e r s, tramped from door to door during the candy campaign. 2000 boxes later, complaining of aching feet, the weary peddlers rejoiced over the studpendous re- sults. Needless to say, there were no unpaid debts after the Blue Cotillion. An elegant receiving line of Junior Class officers and their parents greeted the guests. Undaunted by the rainy weather, smiling couples attired in lovely evening clothes ar r i ved to fill the dance floor.