Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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Members of Tau Kappa Alpha proudly received their certificates and keys to the Society. great of soul-or small. Witli these thoughts we welcomed our little sisters. Witll this thought we resolved to make ourselves truly, great of soul , to make our next two years, the happiest and the most profitable of all. Vile re- solved to inspire our freshmen charges, to help them find the true spirit of Georgian Court. We gave our first Tau llappa Alpha Debates, the Junior Prom at the Wfalclorf, attended the first Sophomore weekend given on campus since before the war, wrote articles for the Court Page, and contributed our bit to the Courtier picture and literary staff. Remember that day in our Junior Year when we looked down at our hands and saw our class rings there. Something that we could never ex- plain rose up within us, and the symphony of our glorious years swelled around us. We were making thc mark, we were really big sisters now, and we were really a part of all tradi- tions and ideals. At the close of the year, we elected candidates for Student Body President, and put into effect our plans for the closing were . H1009 we . sunnY me photo smpher outsidlb bY me H 1' .fn-5. Ann McCarthy was chosen chairman for the .lunior and Senior Proms. verse of this stanza, that holds in its heart-felt lines, dreams, sorrows, fulfillments, ambitions, courage, and the very breath of life, that we hoped would not be forgotten, that we knew we would never forget. The day we returned, as Seniors, tl1e sun glealned promise with rays that seemed to say, Great deeds cannot dieg they with the sun, and moon, renew their light forever, blessing those The most cherished symbol of every Courtier-our Class Ring. As Juniors, we won he cup on S t coveted r 5 DOI'ts Dqy Pa ff'-L -vu ,,, ir 1-R' K 'Shu Regi was the first to find the violets this year. 147 A, G '3rfK. i' if 1 Q s V . FlLAv ,7g f Q .4 ri, 1 ' , 2 1 is ' PM ', '.r-,Q ' ,, H . ' - -. , 1 1' ri .-, . -,, i'7 7Af1.. ' QQ, Fi . f -I Ai I1 n ,lf L ff, - I 5 , ft' fu D -,gf , +-sl 1 .f r ,, ,ig il, :if X? l V. I 'Y 1 mf 1 U ., thru. Q 'Y . R s

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- . F- We started for the movies on one of our Mary Ellen O'Keeffe-our free afternoons' Junior Class President. expanse fit for dreaming, it smiled on the grad- uates, the girls we had admired as our first ex- amples of the epitome of Georgian Court ideals. The road ahead seemed long to us as we watched them walk down the aisle, and as each one walked through the gates, we felt a fond- ness iu our hearts for these, who would be with us no more. Sophomore Year we were experienced Cour- tiers, little did we feel the lonely and lost sen- sation as we again entered our familiar gates . . . we were happy, we were welcomed by old faces, and friends . . . we were sophomores, this was our year to tease the timid frosh at a grave- yard Halloween party. This was our year to receive our class pins. Proudly we wore our triangular black onyx, bearing the all important letters in the life of every Courtier, G. C. C. Two proms in this gay and frivolous year cheered our collegiate spirits, we danced and dreamed at the Biltmore on that memorable December seventh, celebrated Wasl1ington's birthday at the Ambassador with our big sisters as hostesses. del m0 Y was our 10a'z,?ii:2t.,mhy das ,ss if ef- On March eighth, we joined our loving wishes with those of our schoolmates, to greet our be- loved Mother Mary John on her feast day. Spring brought with its blossoms and green leaves, a gayly colored Maypole, as the main theme of our graduation gift for our big sisters. In the Casino, we feted the class of 1946, our models, at a Sophomore Maypole dance. Wllisperillg breezes carried the strains of Oh, Mary we crown thee . . . as devoted Cour- tiers crowned our Lady, Queen of May, each day at Noon. Sighs of relief when our exams were over, turned to sighs of sadness mingled with smiles and congratulations, for that sunny June second we realized a dear part of Georgian Court was going to change . . . for Those who had cheered us as lonesome freshmen, welcomed us as silly sophomores, those wonderful big sisters were standing before us in cap and gown, and grad- uation hood. uRCIl16IlllJC1' us, think of us once in awhile , our hearts said. These things, and not the treasures easy come, that fall into your hand, will make you 10- W . Barhlara 'ggiiShn-Iey Applegat I ven with knittingpmblems I Kathleen Kelley needed a dentist but Mary Ellen 0'Keeffe and M. J. Conley 146 tried to ease her pain. e shared their e and

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-X- X X 4, A rf, pv- Mary Martha Eagan, Jean Huisking, Jeanne Ward and Chris Sullivan as seen through the mansion portico. that look on them. We were within sight of the summit, and the realization of all our dreams was soon to be. Now, whenever an event occured that was part of Georgian Court his- tory, sadness entered our hearts . . . we remem- bered it was the last time for us. We danced to the strains of current hits, at our Senior Ball at the Starlight Roof. The stars on the ceiling winked on and off, as we placed memory upon memory of this, our last Senior Ball. This epi- tomized our nostalgic words, 'cas we are growing up . . .', The days sped hy and we tried to cap- ture them, to keep them from running away with our last precious moments. Before we realized it our semester exams had begun, cred- its were counted, and the degrees were now so near. Synonymous with the new semester is practice for the Musicale, always the most heau- tiful outstanding event of the glorious spring The mansion Seniors amused us as the Goulds at the Hallowe'en party. l' Z ' ,. f ' f , T.u-fag? p -' ' 'S ' A few months later, we gathered round the fountain of Apollo in its winter J 1 ..f .HH ' 1 4 tr . .1 4 'Tg W .1-aa-.'.:' ' 9 if :fix . Q ' x jj ' pw: , ,- is -gg ag 1 ,RX 4 , n , V 9 4.9.3 E ,Q . .1--e .,' sq 4 '-' . 1 I ' wi t' is to 1 . ss . at .X A' K 1 ' I nm.. M 'I , A-, , fr -' L - ': ,Q 34. ' l in -.fd . .al Y 'L - 7.7 -N x 'if .- 51 'sul i s ss. J to 1g..- .rx ' V 3. - f ..-' ,-s- -. season. Gratitude, happiness and beauty fill the stately halls of the Casino, mingled with the pride of our families and friends, and blended with the traditional Musicale sunshine. Remember the Retreat with Father Mulvey? The words of wisdom he placed within our hearts? He gave us the keynote of our Senior Year . . . He gave us the introduction for all the years to come, for those things that would make us great of soul. Gay lilting notes of Mardi Gras, Musicalc, Sophomore Weekend built up more thoughts to remember. And then, spring hurst upon us in all this glory with the first opening of the buds, with the smell of new- mown grass, and thc sound of reawakening of We visited Father Keenan on the eve of Christmas vacation and . . . 148 ..- nature. Can you hear the sounds of Pomp and Circumstance. as we clothed in pale pastels., sang carols to the underclassmen in their halls. H,