Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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Remember our Christmas play? . . . in | “Ring out, wild bells, te the wild shy” The Holly Hop was a gay affair, And Christmas filled our hearts with peace and love. Exams came along and got us down But not for long. | The Courtier Ball Told us coll ege was wonderful after all. Easter came next, and music and song Filled Musicale day. The skies above Seemed to smile their kindest on us : cae ie, pe a | a ; . and the tableau which closed t ee ee i] in June. The Seniors left—-we were sophomores so soon! | “My heant leafs uf when SI behold” Sophomore year was our second treasure We met old friends once more, | And new ones, too: Mackie, Beatrice, Reggie, and Nan, i Filled fellowship to its fullest measure. A year of Philosophy—something new! Soon Halloween preparations began, “The Pit and the Pendulum” gave shivers galore. At the Junior Prom our steps were light On the St. Regis Roof—a wonderful night! tae ee ena ne ee “Thee is sweet muste hene that softer falls” Christmas again, and, happy and sad, We carolled and prayed. Second semester was off with a bang For we got our class pins, and were gloriously glad! Then off to the Courtier Ball, gaily arrayed. Class play competition, remember that? St. Valentine's Day, and St. Patrick’s, and then Easter had come, and home again! i We gather around Sister Marie Anna and Sister Giovanni and think back . . . . and our jolly junior days under . and remember how we presented our little sisters to Sister Marie Anne Rosie, Lucia, Dolores, and Damaris

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4 bs If i hs he Senay Foe ears R RT A IES Dolores Baron, our president, is caught in Raymond Hall courtyard. Oo De S remember, I remember” College life started Four years ago, And now here we are—just a little broken-hearted To see it own so soon. Would you like to go Back for a minute? We can count up the things that we have treasured in it. Senior Class History The Class of 1953 poses on the Mansion front porch. Front Row: J. Zachara, B. Good, M. Sy-Quia. Second Row: C. Briegs, L. Santangelo, V. Loomis, N. Antonio, D. Bray, J. M. Hartmann, N. Mujioz, A. Talty, P. McGrath, M. A. Vondra, A. Larach, T. Cappiello, C. Fiore. Standing: P. Kiernan, C. Cusick, C. Montelibano, M. English, B. McKinley, J. Whelan, M. DiBenedetto, C. Hennen, C. Baron, B. Colligan, M. McCloskey, A. Vidal, P. D’Elia, M. Fahey, Cc Geigel, T. Becker, P. Langan, J. Pisciotto, E. Seifert, K, Byrnes, R. Loscarso, M. Martin. f R. Chafey, M. Rivera, R. Freda, “Much have S traveled in the realms of gold i First, that late September afternoon When we met Georgian Court and one another. . The Seniors took us to our halls, and then: The first week whirled away. It wasn't long Before we knew Betty Guinane was to be. our mother”. Big sisters helped us when things | went wrong. But soon there came a very special day— | Investiture—and we were proud to wear The cap and gown. Thanksgiving came, and we went home again. Maria Sy-Quia kisses the Bishop's ring at the formal opening of the school year.

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ais Fr a AT eT = ——— = ee tate naan gS ac ee Se a RE ST SSR RES A RES Rose and Betty leave Lakehouse for a gay week-end in New York. “With you a part of me hath passed away” Our Soph Week-end Circus set hearts pit-a-pat. We painted horses and strung balloons To make it “The Greatest Show on Earth”. Wasn't it worth The puffing and paint To whirl around to those wonderful tunes? But soon “Too many exams!” was our plaint. Could we help but cry When big sisters finally passed from sight And we said our last good-bye? Look: We had changed into Juniors overnight! Tie golden years and gay” What fun for the jolly Junior Class: In Lakehouse together (we were but few) ‘ For some were gone, but some were new. We welcomed Marcy, Alma, Ana, and Joan— Each one a friendly lass. Again we did our lot bemoan— Psychology was hard to master. We all had little sisters now And felt so proud To place the cap upon their brow. . in a few mmutes healthy appetites make short work of the dainties. ie EY Rosie makes her debut. nasi “We caught the tread of dancing feet” But soon our hearts beat faster Planning the Junior Prom, our own! The happy crowd That laughed in the Waldorf kept that night In a special place in their hearts, locked tight! What's that tune the Juniors were humming, “ATI I Want for Christmas is My G. C. Ring”? We knew the longed-for thrill was coming But still we squealed To see that gold and topaz band Glittering against our hand. More is yet to come as Dolores prepares to cut the cake... the girls pause to admire this tempting outlay, IDM a 6 e Dolores and Lucia prepare the goodies for one of our Lakehouse parties . . . Betty, Marie, and Mary Di relax after the part