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

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r THE CLASS OF 1912 L

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(Elaøø nf 1911 CLASS MOTTO : Diam inveniam ant faciam Class Colors : Brown and Gold. Class Flotver: Yellow Chrysanthemum. (Ulaøø ODffim-ø Freshman Year. President , DOROTHY BROSMITH Vice-P resident. Helen C. Patton Secretary , Estelle Ryan Treasurer , Elizabeth Burr Sophomore Year. President , Susan P. SARGENT Vice-President , Helen C. PATTON Secretar]) , Florence Cocheu Treasurer , Cecile Laughlin Junior Year. President , RosAMOND M. Rawlins Vice-President , MARGUERITE 0’KeEFFE Secretary , JEANNETTE M. McManus Treasurer , Florence Cocheu Senior Year. President , RosAMOND M. RAWLINS Vice-President , Margaret C. SHANNON Secretary , Florence Cocheu Treasurer , Ellen M. 0’DonNELL Page Twenty-five

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Junior (Ulaøø fetnry (SDfftrrrø Mary Simpson President Bina Stark Vice President Gladys Deering Secretary Maisie Brady Treasurer D ID you ever try to puzzle out the secret of the charm of Freshman year? Why is it that, staid Seniors and Juniors, with a conviction of “physical, mental and moral deve ] opment” strong upon us, the thought of Freshman year always brings a peculiarly tender smile and a feeling of regret lor something lost? Is it that Memory throws a glamour over all, and we see through a haze? Perhaps, but the charm is surely there, though elusive and fleeing analysis. Our Freshman year was truly a year of delight. Arriving too long after the founding of the college to suffer any of the disadvantages which are, perforce, incident upon the entering of untried fields, we nevertheless were fortunate enough to catch sight of the Shandian coat-tails of the first college spirit as it vanished around the corner of Liberty Avenue, to give place to the stately lady who now holds sway, clad in dignified “cap and gown” (and high collar) with the Stu- dent’s Hand Book strongly in evidence. Older and more serious grown, we revere the present tutelar spirit, but we rejoice tc have known, in the first fine rapture of college life, the dispossessed Lares. Where, otherwise, would be serne of our most cherished memories? There’s the first glorious night-spread in the Physics laboratory, then there the pilfering of silver from the dining-room for another spread, with the train of broken locks, sugar-bowls, etc., incident upon the act, followed by the indignation of the mistress, who sternly expressed the opinion that the Freshman president should advise her class to ostracize the culprit. (She little knew that the “prexie” herself was the culprit.) Last and best, our own particular property, Augusta Trigonometry ! This haughty lady departed the earth January 27, 1909, and was laid at rest ’neath the willows on the campus, with appropriate funeral Services (followed by “funeral baked meats” served in the Physics laboratory) . To be sure, Freshman year was not all sunshine. I remember one dark afternoon, just before the Meet, when only lack of travelling expenses preserved us to St. Angela’s. Freshmen are always packing up to go home, when anything goes Pdge Twenty-se7)en