DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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9 X LBJ:-Af'fQ.g ji SISTER MARY REDEMPTA, S.M. Bachelor of Arts in Sociology Size zmf lfzrillrrli, mf! and Very qlliEf in law' umflalelg defcwelzfinf, 0!7,l'l'l'I'!lIlf, nm! airway.: nl lmmf ll'f7C'lI zivzllled. bill l:e1'greal claim In colimfemfimz 1l'rl.f ffl? C'A'zIlllfI10,I' .fbe .fel nf all fiwe.r. ' SISTER MARY LEO, G.N.S.II. Bachelor of Science in Nursing She had 11 wrillezz rlmrnrfer nr large nf I1 jzrnrlmmzliofz, and flt'l'0I'61i7lAQ in lbir flom- 71!6lll, 17171161 do Fl'i'Vj ff7jI7xQ 'llffilf lnenwl of, and I1 greal mfmy lfvillgf i1'e'd newer lmnrfl of-L' SISTER ANNE MICHAEL, G.N.S.Il. Bachelor of Science in Nursing Lei 115 tell flue zworlzf llml we were frielldf of yomxr, and ifilererlezf In no ordifmry exleazf in your f1rorewfi11g.r at llml jilfL'l'6.l'ff7lg lime izflmzi you .flmzwed 111 .flll'f7 noble lrnlfm' in ,fflfll noble forum. . S' x IS. L V , lg 4 I' ii: K ff 4' ff -4 f4fSS4iM .1 ' +'?i, 2 61 gif

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JEAN CATHERINE ZIMMERMANN Bachelor of Science in Commerce with Education She wax 41 wry mperior lady, ufilb nnzrleed graces and virlfzef. She um never a bit clmngefzble, nor a bit lHll'!2dJ'07ldbl6'. , 60 MIRIAM BURCHILL WHITE Bachelor of Arts in Social Studies with Education Sink a bury litlle wawml .fbe uw! So fn!! of .relf-imp0rlam'e and mzcerlain of nolbiug. lf um 4 perferl lreal to know ber. 1 , ' ,':Ws!E!'i3Y3

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that Expat 7 xperlatiuna IV e tlmflged again, and el agrzizl, :md il um 'mu' frm lure :md mo fu' lo 0 bark, and we K went ml. And the mi,fr.r had all ri.re'11 zmui, and flue world lrry .fprend before uf. -Charles Dickens, GREAT EXPECTATIONS. Before a man can plan for a future, he must build a present. He must take inventory of his assets, he must evaluate himself-and then prepare for his place in organized society. We, as the graduating class of an accredited Catholic college, stand prepared to face the world. In the course of four years, we have, with Dickens' Pip, changed again, and yet again , and as we undergo this introspective process, we, too, realize that we must forge ahead. A To compare our class with the growing Pip is not a far-fetched analogy.. He inherited a monetary fortune-we have fallen heiresses to a spiritual and cultural legacy. As he was urged to be a gentleman , we have been trained in the ways of Christian gentility. And as surely as Dickens followed his character through this great book, so too have the Grey Nuns guided us in our journey. They, through example, patience, and understanding, have taught the true D'Youville spirit, and now, as we graduate, they act as the executrices of our inheritance. They are symbols of sacrifice, for, in giving themselves to Christ, they have given Him to all of us. We, as the recipients of a D'Youville education, followed a pattern which seems typical of heiresses. Our Freshman year was one of initiation, we were not used to the college nor her inhabitants. That year was a series of adaptations-some of which were pleasant, the others, unpleasant, fthese would be so- called because they required a bit more concentration and studious effort than we deemed necessaryj. The tradition of D'Youville was novel to us, as were her very rooms. Of these, we remember such slight pic- turesg the statues in the Latin room, the miniature Joan of Arc in the French room, the Della Robbia reliefs on the stairways, and the Pieta in the chapel. During that Freshman year, these things first appeared, and now we reminisce on them. September of Sophomore year brought us into the era of application. We realized that our newness was a thing of the past. Our inheritance was a part of us, and the golden coins, which we now call mem- ories, were mounting with each new investment. We could find our way around the library with reasonable certitudeg we sang the college song with a confident vigor, and we seemed to fit into more activities than before. Our classmates were more than shadowy masses in seats beside us, they became acquaintances, and, more important, friends. junior year, the year of specialization, was a turning point for all of us. We were divided into our major groups, the first division had come amongst us. The paradoxical thing about junior year is that the dividing actually cements. The class, as a whole, was drawn more closely together that year, and our group activities were more numerous-and most successful. Class spirit soared, and in the process, it became more to us than a mere expression . . . it was our last step toward Seniorhood. 62