Fairfield University - Manor Yearbook (Fairfield, CT)

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Dr. John A. Barone Vice President-Planning Qffa.. ' - I 1 Dr. Vincent Murphy Assistant Academic Dean lg 'L t Z Q- I Mr. Arno C. Zeyn lr Xi Vice President-Operations C. Donald Cook Director of Placement and Financial Aid

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Ar ,,, . 4 K fe I .xii ,. f o ll in ' ' . y ' I ,,...... L -Y it . Q, 113. tx Mr. Ronald J. Bianchi Mr. Santo J. Lalomia Mr. Robert A. Baffa Assistant Dean of Student Services Head Resident Head Resident Rev. Henry Murphy, S.J. Dean of Admissions

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CLASS HISTORY September 12, 1965 was a muggy, overcast Sunday that brought us to the Fairfield University campus. It was a traumatic day falthough we tried desperately hard to keep those exaggerated smiles pasted on our facesj for the newly-arrived Freshman Class, the Class of 1969. For, in the space of that one Sunday afternoon, we suddenly discovered that we had somehow slipped from the top to the bottom of the student ladder. No longer were we the kingpins of the school. We were Freshmen again. We found ourselves iust barely reaching the very bottom rung. We were in strange territory, with no power, and with little to grasp onto for comfort. The journey upward would have to begin again. We were quickly thrust into Orientation Week Qalthough somewhat reluctantlyj, carefully planned for us by the Juniors. We were given our beanies and led about like a herd of cattle from the gym to Xavier, and then rerouted back to Canisius. We filled out forms, signed up for activities that we had no intention of ever joining, gave our money to any cause that begged for it, and generally wished that it would soon be over because the sun was out, it was very warm, and we wanted to go to the beach. But Orientation allowed us very little time to ourselves. We were led Qvery reluctantly, into the auditorium for a retreat that was to extend into the week. After it was declared that the latter part of the retreat was optional, most of us opted for our own special retreat at Fairfield Beach. We also ex- perienced our first college mixer that week with Marymount College. The mixer was a great relief to us because it was our first real contact with anyone from the outside world in almost a week. Our class came from all over: Paris, San Juan, Oakland, Louisville, Wellesley, Sheboygan, Bridge- port, and the Bronx. The Loyola Hilton f Sorry, but we simply cannot promise private baths at this time. j became home for all of us. It was not an especially nice-looking home, having been done in Fun Gothic style, but it was fyou might sayj satis- factory. It came complete with restaurant, church, sick-bay . . . and bedlam. The admissions staff of the University somehow managed to put all the escapees from the local Funny Farms on Loyola 2. This was a drastic mis- take, especially for the inmates on Loyola 1 and Loyola 3. Banshee wails and howls that strongly resembled a she-wolf in agony were heard almost 26