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

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who rules a court and a spring evening A c o r s a g e of orchids competes with the bouquet of Colors, rain-bright and joyous accent the quiet splen- rose s and a smile forces away tears as dor andpoiseof Mary KaySauterwhoassumes her place M a rl en e J u r s ch ak t a k e s a c o v et e d position on the prom court beside her sophomore classmate. in the Spring Soiree court. ,D W- I X J ,fn 53, 1 a . A child's world where real life and fantasy are insep- derellas. Tomorrow, tonight will be dreams, reality will arable c om es all v e on nights when red roses make r e s um e command. Then the spring prom will become queens and music makes dancing and dresses make cin- m o r e fantasy-like a n d dis t a n t a n d w o n d e r f u 1.

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Red roses grace a prom queen, Julie Busch,

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N 1 Through the doors gladly. Through the doors into a Wealth of light and gaity. Mary K. Owens and her escort walk into the dance to the spring soiree. Eyes meet, a smile A warm, gentle evening in April, the month of budding and growing, of blades of grass pushing through the earth, of trees adorning th e m s e l v e s w i t h spring-green leaves. An air of rebirth, of the breeze finding something to say and whispering it through the tree-tops, of laughter still deep inside but beginning to bubble up and showing itself in wide, sudden smiles. On a night like this, April 22, 1966-- the Spring Soiree. The dance commemorating the return of the grass, the leaves, the soft pastels and their favorite beaus escort them to the Schimmel Inn Cavalier Room. Carl Jay leads his orchestra in creating the w a V e s of music that sweep o v e r the room. A spell reigns and the couples dance into the night, dancing to the soft sounds and breathing in the sweet smells of the s p r i ng that had been gone too long. These feet were made for dancing, and that's just what of time gone by, of time yet to come. Dancing with the they are doing, dancing to a mood number by C arl Jay moment, the moment which will never come again, but and his orchestra. Dancing across the floor f o r g e tful through a memory---lovely, sweet, and never dy 1 ng.