College of New Rochelle - Annales Yearbook (New Rochelle, NY)

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John Schuler, Ph. D. Professor of History 3Farultij A. B. Frediani, A. M. Professor of Romance Languages , Madame de Klopotoff Professor of German Estelle H. Davis Professor of Oral English Ricardo Manrique Professor of Physical Training Alexander McGuirk Professor of XDocal Music Eleanor G. Colgan Instructor in Special Methods Mary C. Kelly Instructor in Special Methods Eleanor Mellen Instructor in Special Methods Jennie Naughton Instructor in Art A, F. Pinto Director of College Orchestra Page Nineteen

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REV, THOMAS P. McLOUGHLIN

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lllum tlu ' (EnUtgp Mas Nrut AIN I ANGELAS or rather (since it has outgrown its christened name) the College of New Rochelle had an eventful babyhood and, if a noisy infancy is any forecast of adult strength, must be destined for great things when it shall have attained years of discretion. It was undeniably noisy, even boisterous. And yet I don’t remember that it gave its guardians any serious cause for worry or kept any body up nights. The truth was — nobody wanted to go to bed then and, as there was no legislation regarding lights, nobody had to. The first class exercise, (there was no formal opening) was September 12, 1904. It was extremely early in the month for a College to begin work and few of the Pioneers were present. The honors of the occasion belong to Cornelia Hannan, Anna McLoughlin (now Sister Cephas) and Mary McDonnell. Winifred MacDonnell arrived that same day, I think, and the rest of us trailed along through the first four months, Marie Lalor arriving very shortly after, while I was one week late. Anna Brennan (now Mrs. Vanderpoel) came next. Irene Jennings and Josephine Larkin waited until Thanksgiving and Marion Hennessey and Agnes Keating came with the first Mid-years. There were transients, also, but they must be nameless here as no method of identifying their footsteps on the shifting sands of that first year suggests itself. The three “oldest inhabitants” whom I have already mentioned were the sole members of that first Livy class taught by dear old Father White of blessed memory. There was little of the discovere r’s ecstasy about those first weeks. Our emotion partook more of the lonesome helplessness of the humble crew, forced to do things all out of their own heads. Nothing was ready-made. Precedent had to be manufactured and the consciousness of the exactions of future classes did not make the task easier. And yet there were compensations. A pleasing vagueness existed among the faculty as to our rights and privileges. Our wonder-working slogan “they do it in other Colleges’’ always won the day. Having no laws to tempt infraction, we were, what is usually called, law-abiding. Indeed, there was not room enough for discord — in those days things were on a very small family scale. One cottage held us all. It was “Number 9“ which then stood directly opposite the path leading to the Castle. “Sky Parlor” has since become the generic name for all upper college rooms but it originally applied to Anna Brennan’s little room which was “sous les toits” for we were crowded in everywhere. Things were very intimate. It was customary o’mghts to gather together for a conversation feast. Usually the whole College could arrange itself comfortably, (allowing for some overlapping) on a small bed. Then there were ghost stories and stories of “things that happened back home’’ with the usual refreshments to top off. Our meals were served in the Seminary Refectory. That, by the way, brings to mind the present day changes. Page Twenty