Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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Ice skating time brought both spectators and participators to the lake. for the season. And this year they were not to be outdone in their elaborate plans. Follow- ing the formal dinner, we bundled up to the Casino to see what the Seniors had to present in the line of entertainment. After a perfectly delightful G'Winter Wonderland , the Big and Little Sister gifts, piled high in a sleigh on the stage, were distributed in a hilarious hodge- podge by the hostesses of the evening. Off to our inevitable halls once more, this time to make merry among ourselves, pack our bags, and scurry home, to leave the campus deserted by noon. Need we tell you how it was to get back into the swing of things after that all-too-brief respite for the holidays? The cobwebs detached them- selves reluctantly from our craniums, and it was comparatively simple to slip into the routine of things once again. And besides, exams were careening recklessly just around the corner, and who could afford to flaunt oneself before the very door of Judgment? However, in the midst of those terrible ordeals, one last delight was granted us-the Senior Prom. Familiar as we were at that point with Court life, we looked forward to the ball like children dreaming about the circus. While the seniors had their fun sell- ing bids and making table reservations, we pitched camp at our mailboxes, waiting, waiting, waiting. It was fun, but as the very week of the Perhaps this portrays how the silly Pat, Clare, Theresa and Dolores just had to rest before the last lap of the journey from town. dance came, if one's letter had not yet arrived- oh dear! But, somehow on January 23, we man- aged to walk into the elevator at the Waldorf, and hear our escorts say uStarlight Roof, please, and then we knew that all would be well. And it was! Over breakfast trays the next morning at the Biltmore, the old familiar campus chat- ter moved into the big city, while corsages from the night before wilted on top of hastily un- packed suitcases. With dreams of romance battling out the night with nightmares of the exams, the first se- mester 0211110 to an end with a definite jolt. Re- treat time was here, and with the sophomore class, as with the rest of the student body, the three-day vacation with God ranked high. The Reverend Timothy .l. Mulvey proved popular as a Retreat master at Georgian Court, as he uniquely demonstrated, by means of beautifully simple conferences, that religion is a very per- sonal thing-something that plays an important part in everyday life. SOPIISH acquired their mime- Janet Essner waited for a cab on the Campus Club steps while 313 . . . Eileen Droesch anticipated the vacation in front of Hamilton

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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

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4 And even after another snowfall we could still laugh and enjoy it. x,1 ff- -.i '- iNihQSlQQlQ PAL DJ is 1 WS T'-'Q , ,-.. if ,l..fl' Jftlf a n I assert iM' QRS TUUW 3 : Q- L2 At the Mardi Gras, the Campus Club came to life. Meanwhile, the aforc-mentioned class pins had arrived, and many was the sophomore who could be seen strutting about the campus, glee- fully gloating over the admiring freshmen. The pins gave a little boost to our morale as we be- gan the second lap of the intellectual race. The first thing on our minds, of course, was that stellar event of the year, the sophomore week- end. Dot Heaney and Pat Keating, whom we chose as co-chairmen, got busy immediately on committees, committees, and more committees. When they, and the rest of the class emerged from underneath a wealth of bids and reserva- tions, a dreamy time-and-a-half had been ar- ranged. The crowning achievement, of course, was the heavenly formal. No weekend on cam- pus ever slipped by quite as rapidly as that one, and when it was all over., a sort of sadness came with its end. Now our time as sophomores was drawing to a close, and because it had been so busy a year, we had loved every exciting second of it. Musicale Sunday filled every waking thought on the entire campus, so that included us, too. Music is o11e of the finest of arts, and no one could ask more proof for such a statement than to hear a Georgian Court production with its musical perfection. At tl1is point in the school year, everything began to run together. May Crowning, watch- ing our Big Sisters in the throes of their final finals, then being enveloped in exams ourselves, senior week-and then-it was upon us like a bolt. Graduation-we were seeing our favorite Big Sisters off. For the last time we assembled outside the chapel to sing our farewells, to leave them with one last, beautiful example of the closeness you feel, not only for your own class- mates, but for the entire student body. Through such traditional ceremonies as these are customs passed on at Georgian Court-what our Big Sisters have taught us by example and precept, we will endeavor to impress upon next yearis freshmen. You, Class of 1948, have shown us how to love all that is good in life. We want you to understand that we expect to be better persons, better Catholics, true Courtiers-and you deserve much of the credit. Now we are juniors, the students to whom next year's class will turn for guidance and, perhaps, a bit of advice. But to you, we're just little sisters our- selves. 4 Iris and Edna waited for Spring to enjoy a stroll. A Ann and Jeannie 3' The Sunken Garden was alw popular spot. ays a -Yr