Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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4 'F Barbara Doti, the first president of the Class of '48. There is a certain time in life . . . When youth must disappear . . . And what is left of it is just . . . A dream of yesteryear . . . The dream of it is lonely and . . . The heart a little sad . . . Because of all the pleasures and . . . The friendliness it had . . . But that is how the How of life . . . Is poured into our cup . . . And we must taste and swallow it . . . As we are growing up . . . As WE hid good-bye to our beloved Georgian Court, we think again of the old familiar ways, the hours, and days that have made each of these four years so dear to our young hearts. We remember with sentiments saddened by the thoughts of leaving these hallowed walls, the big, and the little things that have contributed towards making us what we seniors are today. Class Twns the night before Christmas -At the Club. As once more the twilight shadows fall across a campus holding within its majestic gates in- destructable ideals, traditions, and friendships, we ponder on familiar memories of the little things that have accompanied our walk towards the top of a high hill. As we, the Class of 1948, stand on the summit of this high hill, we look around us, and see the steps of our climb, the days of our ascent, and the fond memories, that can never be erased from our hearts. Remember how it rained the first day we drove up to the sign reading, 'cGeorgian Court College for Young Ladiesn? Remember the moment we entered the door of the Mansiong the stately beauty of the Foyer, the smiling wel- come of the Seniors, we hoped one day to be. And remember the hesitant eyes we cast at our room-mates, as we said good-bye to parents, and embarked on our own most fruitful phase of life? ' -9 - , X if Y V P , ,J i in A stroll-one sunny Sunday afternoon. i.. ij P .lanet Rush studied out-of- doors but was easily dis- F1 trncted when Rita Ryan -' 1 appeared. A gk 1 X. ,w,. il, iii? Winter found Gloria Stearns, Mary June Burr and Dee Gross- mann identically hooded to meet the elements. Fran Hennessey was receiving those Special Del1very's from Boston even as a freshman.