Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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The Junior Class assembled in Hamilton living room. INDIAN summer, that delightful illusion the magician September creates, brought dreams of relaxation, revery and romance. But to the surprise of the Junior class, it also brought such harsh realities as the opening of college. So, reluctantly, we traded bathing suits for books, and convertibles for caps and gowns. The fatal day arrived, and Hamilton House echoed the sounds of gay reunion, while Kings- cote reverberated to the strains of Simply thrilling that we're all still together. And, Does anyone have a trunk key? l locked mine inside the trunk. The next morning found all the Juniors puzzling over their schedules and blinking at the long-expected but still formidable Re- quired . . . General Psychology. Sister M. Giovanni, the new dean, soon soothed our feverish worries with her gentle welcome and the hope that this would be our happiest year at the Court. No wish was ever more com- pletely fulfilled. We never realized what truly venerable old ladies we were becoming until we found our- selves big sisters to the newly-arrived Fresh- men. Eagerly we chose our little sisters: This girl went to camp with me once, l'll pick her. l like this one's name, it sounds interesting. l'll take the timid little Frosh l was talking to yesterday. And that night, at an informal party at the club, we discovered how fortunate our selections had been. Laughter, cokes, and ice-cream were a gay beginning for sturdy new friendships. We lived up to our reputation as a closely- united class when we unanimously elected Jeannie Johnson president. The official cabi- net was completed by Anne O'Brien, vice presi- dent, Betty Guinane, secretary, and Rita Mas- toloni, treasurer. During their term in office, the Junior government continued its four-year Era of Good Feeling , with no opposition party. Autumn was a Pied Piper with its golden days irresistibly calling us to ride our bikes around the breeze-ruffled lake, to scuff through the flaming leaves, to hike and play soft-ball on the still-green fields. We felt more like frisky puppies than dignified upper- classmen, but fun seems a fit companion for fall. We watched sympathetically as the Fresh- men struggled through initiation. They were rewarded for their sportsmanship and good humor by an impressive lnvestiture. As we marched solemnly down the Mansion stairs to present our little sisters to our beloved president, Sister Marie Anna, we knew they now were integral members of the Court family. We could not help feeling that we, too, had acquired a new dignity. All that happened so far, however, seemed mere prologue to the central theme of the year: the Junior Prom! That magic word was responsible for commotion weeks in advance. Frannie Turecamo was chosen chairman, and then plans got underway in earnest. We bombarded the campus with posters and announcements, arousing excitement until . . . November i9 arrived! The Jade Room of the Waldorf-Astoria was a glittering back- ground for bouffant tulle and shimmering satin, punctuated with the black of tuxedoes. Ernie Warren's orchestra poured out a silver