Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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Sophomore residents of Campus Club. REMEMBER us? We are the class that skipped through the gates of Georgian Court with Mother Nature as our special guide. With her sunshine she made our arrival the first resplendent one in some few years of the school's history. Now as Sophomores, our sincere thanks to this protectress are still on our lips. lt seems, though, that she provided us with such an impressive and breathtaking Freshman year that we felt as though we had experienced all the Court could offer and that surely we must graduate. Last June when we came to the realization that we had three more years of G. C. C. life before us, we resolved to start our second one with this thought in our minds. This adopted Mother of ours was not going to spoil us as Sophomores. As of September i948 our two new residence halls, the Campus Club and the Lakehouse fitted perfectly into our scheme of indepen- dence. Both were sufficiently removed from the classrooms and, actually outside the main gate. At first the long hike was novel, but even after it became otherwise, we were too stubborn toadmit it. CLAS 0F The course which accompanies the assumed prestige of every Sophomore at G. C. C., Logic, edged into our schedules. By the study of this liberal art we began the ordeal of making free women of ourselves. Just to remind us of the radical change we had made from Freshmen to Sophomores we elected new class officers. They were far from radical themselves, rather, they were girls who were level-headed and had initiative and sparkle, as well. Tall and attractive Julie Sullivan was our president, the petite horse- woman , Mary Henderson, the vice president, Betty Limont, our athlete, was secretary, and for treasurer we chose the math and science whiz Ann Von Hoene. At the annual Fall Card Party some of the Sophs acted as hostesses as they had done the previous year. But many of us played the sophisticated game of bridge which had taken most of the preceeding year to master. Unanimous was the approval and the con- sumption- of the extra hour permitted us on Sunday evenings! What happiness we squeezed from the sixty minutes after the Freshman deadline. The La kehouse Sophomores. l 38 1951

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stream of music, on which the happy dancers floated and dreamed. For weeks afterward, we heard our favorite melodies above the strains of irregular verbs and the hylomorphic theory.. The rest of November and December ran together in a bright kaleidoscope of holiday gaiety. The Thanksgiving turkey was tempt- ing but its memory was soon eclipsed by the thrill of the beautiful yuletide. Christmas, with its joyous laughter and its sweet seriousness, put the Junior Class in truly nostalgic mood. The Holly Hop, the candlelit caroling, the touching crib cere- mony, and the Senior play, were piled in a pyramid of pleasure. When the Christmas banquet arrived we thought nothing further could be added. But we soon found there was a delightful surprise awaiting us. For at the banquet, Miss Blake encircled our proud fin- gers with our class rings, sparkling reminders of class and college loyalty. Then looking at the warm topaz in its golden setting, we suddenly realized that time was speeding along in its winged chariot. We would watch the Court dressed in her winter ermine only one more year, so we determined to draw out every day interminably. But time is immutable, and before we realized it Christmas vacation had come and gone, and exams were fast approaching. Hur- riedly we began the last desperate lap of the semester's journey. Finding misplaced notes, completing term papers, worrying, and plain old-fashioned pencil-chewing were the order of the day. The actual distribution of blue books and taking the exams seemed almost an anticlimax after all the preparation. Everyone lived through it, however. We had only a few minor casualties, such as acute writer's cramp and last minute the- suspense-is-killing-me attacks. Soon the Junior class, their worries over for the time being, marched en masse to the movies in celebration. ' Now we moved into the deep, cool waters of Retreat, taking time to appraise our own efforts in the silence of our hearts. Under the direction of Msgr. Leslie D. Barnes, we realized forcibly that we must clear away the petty considerations which obscure our broad, clear view of life. . As the second semester began to gather momentum, the Juniors enlivened school life with a Valentine Party, of which Rita Masto- loni, Betty Guinane, and Beverly Richey were Co-Chairmen. Hilarity rivaled sentiment for the center of the stage that night, as hearts and flowers shared the honors with jokes and gymnastics. Perhaps it was not in the strict romantic tradition, but we felt there were a few pointers little Mr. Cupid could take from us. Now we began to think of the long stretch of time until Easter. Whatever would we do with ourselves? We couldn't study all the time. Well, we went to the Senior Prom, and danced the night away in sheer bliss, we contributed to the inter-class dramatic competition with a production full of sus- pense, that Pat Hamilton directed in true theatrical fashion, we weathered storms of hair-cutting, dieting epidemics, new argyle patterns, and new steadies . . . we were even smitten with acute cases of spring fever. All in all, that Easter vacation arrived in record time. April, as always, brought rain and endless practice for the Musicale. May, as always, brought sun, velvet lawns, flowers, and the heavenly harmony of the Musicale itself. Above all, May meant crowning Our Lady with the flowers of her children's love. By now, the school year was really tumb- ling head over heels toward its closing. Exams once more caught us in their web. After es- caping, we had no time to catch our breath, for Senior week had arrived. The most anxiously awaited event in these six action-packed days was the Junior-Senior Dinner which the Juniors gave in honor of the graduating class. The Freshman Banquet and the Moving-Up exercises rivaled its supremacy, however. When Graduation arrived, we were unpre- pared for the tug at our heartstrings that came with the departure of these dear old friends. We thought of the one brief year remaining of our own college comradeship, and it made us realize as never before that we must: 1 Guard, O guard our girlhood sweet, Before time, on stealthy feet, Comes to still our youthful laughter. JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS Seated and smiling are the junior officers Jeannie Johnson president, Anne O'Brien, vice president, Betty Gulnane secretary and Rita Mastoloni, treasurer

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Until Initiation we had merely been absorb- ing the theory of independence and authority over others. Now had come the chance for us to make an art of our Sophomore character- istic at the cruel expense of the frightened Frosh. We were the antithesis of virtue as we loomed over them in the classroom after dinner, mocked them in the smoker, and sub- jected them to such ridiculous garbs. However, it gave the class of '52 ,an opportunity to fly their good sport colors. ln presenting Arsenic and Old Lace at the Hallowe'en Party for the student body, and Freshmen in particular, we were original as well as traditional. No class before us had ven- tured a Broadway play for this occasion. One of our new members, Dotty Vaughn, in her role as Martha, convinced the audience of her talent in character portrayal. We were equally as thrilled as the Juniors when given the news of the Junior Prom to be held in November. ln many a Soph bedroom you can see a picture of smiling faces with the Waldorf's Jade Room as a background. Thanksgiving vacation proved that our l948 sentiments were identical to those we felt a year before. Down deep in us was the Freshman desire to be at home where father carved the turkey and mother begged us to eat just a little bit more. While the Court Page staff advertised the coming Holly Hop, we urged the Freshmen to buy bids. We told them how the Christmas decorations so completely converted the Gym into a romantic dance floor. We must admit that it took us quite a while to choose our class pin. Yet we were con- sidering how significant this little piece of jewelry was to become years after we left Georgian Court. Naturally, the pin of our choice was one whose appearance we felt would be worthy of all that it represented. To verify what everyone suspected after our Hallowe'en drama, the Court Players' annual production brought to light the acting ability of our class. Sophs, Maureen Muth, Doris Simcoe, and Dianne Delany won leading roles in the Barretts of Wimpole Street , and at least six others held minor parts. During the week of Christmas activities we unconsciously exchanged our coats of so- phistication for warmer ones of child-likeness. ln the Chapel before the lnfant's crib, outside under the pines on the Mansion lawn, and even at our hall parties we were reaching out to grasp Someone from Whom we could draw strength -the spiritual strength, grace. The doom of impending exams immediately after our return from vacation was somewhat lessened by the development of measles on the part of our distinguished vice president, Hendy . However, the tests did go on as scheduled. Outwardly our Retreat seemed to silence us and liken us to sixty little mice. This was quite an accomplishment! The even greater result was the inward spiritual contemplation and depth which those four prayerful days inserted in our minds. ' To think we could invite our escorts to take us to the Senior Prom at the Ritz-Carlton was a social peak in our year. Another spot to add to our list of the Starlight Roof and the Jade Room . The decision as to what Sophs should head the cast of our inter-class play, Uncle Bob was a difficult one. Eight from the more talented bracket acted brilliantly in the one-act show. From that time until the end of April' our hopes and plans were anxiously directed toward the biggest event of our second college year, the Sophomore Weekend. Even as far ahead as December some of the eagerists can- vassed the New Jersey coast for a really spec- tacular orchestra. So that this Spring Social would be as wonderful as possible, especially for the Seniors, we organized our Gay Nine- ties to raise extra funds. Nothing but the best was what we gave the Seniors, Juniors, and Freshmen-and their dates. May Crowning for the second time on the Court Campus found us less tempted to merely view the lovely devotional practice. Instead we were moved to imbibe the meaning of the edifying crowning, procession, and hymns. 4 As we held the traditional chain of laurel wreath for our big sisters who were entering the Casino on Class Night, we realized that the spirit of independence to which we had pledged ourselves in September had left us only a month later. For the rest of our Sophomore year we had been typical little sisters-looking to the Seniors for guidance, and now wishing so much that they were not about to leave us. When we thought about assuming the responsibilities of the following year we in- voked our discarded patroness, Mother Nature asking her to forgive our recent disloyalty and promise us her strong guidance in our Junior year. SOPHOMORE CLASS OFFICERS At a meeting of the big four seated in Lakehouse are Betty Limont, secretary, Julie Sullivan, president, Mary Henderson vice president and Ann Von Hoene, treasurer