Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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Our class officers .lane Kane, secretary, Theresa Banko, president, Caroline Lewis treasurer, and Barbara Costello, vice president. TRY as we might, vacation time could not be made to give up a few extra days, not even one. So amid a bevy of trunks, suitcases, bicy- cles, and carload after carload of paraphernalia, the Sophomore class left their homes-which might be anything from a New York apartment to a South American haeienda-to arrive en masse on September 22, a Monday and quite apropos. Talk-fest topics ranged from beach parties to formal affairs on those first few eve- nings back on campus. Hamilton Hall and the Campus Club held the majority of our class of sixty-two within their cheerful walls, which often echoed with the giggles of the girls over a phone call, or a silly letter. Sophomores are full of youth and fun, but did you ever see us wearing our heavy-rimmed specs, poring over the logic assignment? As soon as the schedules were arranged, the sophomores paraded forth with banners flying, to show the world what we could do. First thing, we had to equip ourselves with a set of officers, to steer the ship , so to speak. There- Class fore, after the ballots were counted at the first class meeting of the 194-7-48 school year, Theresa Banko found herself as our new president. Showing the wise judgment of the group, Bar- bara Costello, ,lane Kane, and Caroline Lewis were elected to the offices of vice president, sec- retary and treasurer, respectively. Now we were ready for action. The poor frosh were the first to feel the full force of our ambition. Ready to show our su- periority, Initiation Day found us cool, calm and collected, as opposed to the nervous tremor fluttering throughout the freshman class. And for a good reason, for hadn't we decreed that our underlings must wear their crowning glory in fetching clusters of pigtails and pincurls, and didn't they have to wear their clothes inside out, and didn't they have to carry their doll collec- tions around in wastebaskets? Not only did we torment them collectively, but each individual sophomore spent many a sleepless night con- templating evils worthy of her poor, deluded initiate. But they were such grand sports, that we had to make it up to them with a party that night. We elected Pat Keating and Petie Petrovich as chairmen for the Hallowe'en play and party. Through the cooperation typical of the class of 1950, and the spirit of the remainder of the student body, the affair was a grand suc- cess. After a dramatic entrance by the junior class as a whooping, wild tribe of Indians, the seniors put in an appearance--Kingscote as A1 Capp's Dogpatch, complete with L'i1 Abner and Daisy Mae, the Mansion as the Gould Family, likewise complete. The show was ready to go on. Rita Mastaloni, Lou Tufano, and Florita 'SIM -- N Some of the class lived in the Campus Club . . . , my

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ef 1 . -XIV , i, gp - A typ' X. - Y . ,i ,.f,fV L yew' w W KMYVIJ H, Another group gathered outside Raymond Hall F tr ,J P-V to have this picture taken between classes. ' 1 4V ., ,e - Y,-v , 1, , u 5410 t .,-'H' . ' ' 4' J 0 y- J My JMU ' ,Af LV ' - ' T luv 3, R f L. , - df ds , .M L ,-, 'gulf' ,U ' . ff? ,L LAJJJ J! J fir :Jie -, A Ykf' . f ,PJ M' H.-' - fb J' L 5. I 1 , F, , -4x v A f f 14.1.2 , sad Q-to-4-.D -Mbna-u.uO.W-h..... to study ln Prince for this year 5 M e missed Pat Mooney who hiad left Q0 -li-A3 11 t ' Sl' u... f-vw-9-s-'e9,-f-s?9-Jl-'- c.. .,.,.,a.vU.Q.,.. .il-L-Q--si have been ln previous years. We elected Doris Rush to make the plans which were to make our party something to remember! Hearts and flowers, romance, red and white, all these things are a part of a Valentine celebration, and we had them all! Vifishing to contribute our share to campus social life, our class chose to sponsor a tea dance during the spring term. We had our usual dance time which means we had fun! Soon Lent had passed and we were home for another vacation. Wllell we had returned we realized that our Junior year was drawing to a 'a,....... WWA gf- With May came Sophomore Week-end, Mu- sicale, Crowning of our Lady, and soon this beautiful month had passed and we were wit- nessing one of the most impressive weeks of all, Senior Week. It was ushered in with the solemn ceremonies of Baccalaureate, continued along through a series of parties and entertainments for the graduates-to-be and culminated with the lovely Class Night Exercises, and then, Gradua- tion. ,lust one more year left to us! May we heed the words of the poet who invites us Lto grow old along with me', trusting that the 'best is yet to come'. ..z.4Jc. 4-4-fl: pil close and our feelings were mixed. One min- ute we were excited at the thought of being Seniors and the next we were sorry, because it meant that we were that much nearer gradua- tion and leaving the beloved Court. ,Qu wa x-I ..- s.,19La,... . .f7 , W, ZLLU7 Pb I-O L .n ,JW Ijjal' cf. to AJ Xpusu fiat fa les.-ef L 0-Ori fp CL7o,e1-fiusd, 4 . . . we welcomed Helen Betz to the class. pw 4' Q, 4 -- 1 1 ' , LL 1..- . I, I These Jiiniors paused for the photographer before starting on 155 1,2 a hike around the Lake.

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while the rest were residents of 0 f 195 Perini did a scene from 'Macbeth,' that really showed even Shakespeare the finer points of the art of dramatics. After their scene, we paraded some more of the talent possessed by members of our class. To top off the gala gathering, cider, doughnuts and candy apples were served from a rustic booth. Impromptu square dancing brought a pleasant ending to a sociable evening. Sophomore year brings with it that precious time of choosing a class pin, and we were no different in our enthusiasm than the score of sophomore classes that preceded us. After much picking and choosing, debating and eoaxing, the Class of 1950 emerged triumphantly with their pattern-a tiny black triangle, upon which the letter MG. C. Cf' gleamed in gold, surrounded by seed pearls. In each of the three corners of this pin that was soon to be our own, nestled a shiny ruby. Mickey, the dining room mike , soon warned sophs to get their last-minute orders in. Christmas at the Court will never lose its fascination for anyone who has ever had the pleasure of participating in the activities con- nected with it. This, our second, seemed just as sacred, even more exciting, than the first, and we're sure that the novelty will never wear oif. The official beginning came with the Holly Hop, the Court Page's annual informal dance. If the Casino ever had the New Look it was that night, for the ballerina skirts swirled and seemed alive with the music. At tables sat bright-eyed Courtiers, eagerly discussing the monstrous lighted Christmas tree, and a zillion other topics with their dashing escorts and with each other. The Holly Hop came to the Court with us last year, but we're betting that it will remain long after we are mere memories. WW its . . . and some in West Wing With everyone filled with tl1e joy of Christ- mas to say nothing of the anticipation before a vacation, it was suitable and typical that we celebrate the season in the student's chapel with the crib ceremony. We were proud to take our places in line, and as we sang the age-old hymns that tell the story of Christmas so beautifully, perhaps our academic gowns settled on our shoulders with a more dignified air, and maybe our tassels were adjusted just a little more care- fully to the sophomore position on our caps. Exuberance was the keynote for the tradi- tional carol-singing that same evening. We wouldn't miss that for the world! The same can be said for the Christmas banquet that the Sisters of Mercy provide each year as their gift Hamilton Hall. 157