Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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A snow-covered campus— a Courtier’s delight. Then sing, sing a foyous songl™ Our carols pealed And echoed after us as home we flew. Exams came, and the Senior Ball. For Valentine's Day we planned a show To set all lovers’ hearts aglow— We had some talent, after all! What fun we knew Marching on St. Patrick's Day. Then Musicale in the month of May. “Farewell, a lang farewell!” Before we could think The Seniors told us they were through. As they slowly marched away We bent our heads and had to blink And brush away a tear. They were the class of yesterday, And we were in our Senior year. The grace of friendship, mind and heart” Back at the Court in the fall We hastened to note We were most in the Mansion, and six in Kingscote Marina and Ellie and Pat were new, And Barbara, too. Weren't we lucky to have them all? We soon found out what good leadership meant From Connie, the chief of the entire school, And Dolores, the senior president And queen of the golden rule. Sports Day, with Father Cappel’s encouragement... . we won the cup!!] Of course, a party to celebrate. Be i Ni sea LORD Pe OD e All but Mary Ann seem to be entertained by Connie. hal “Lakehouse, my Lakehouse”’ sing the girls.

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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

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A.A. week-end was loads of fun. While others took care of our booth. It was our turn to give a party. Mary Ann, Connie and Peggy are off for the movies. Father Weeks stops to talk to Connie and Dolores. “Outward sunshine, inward poy” We thought of our theses, but pushed them aside, | And planned through our senior year gaily to glide. But what was this? October fifteenth our outlines due, Club meetings starting, and Card Party, too. After the bustle Retreat was bliss. “low could S forget thee?” “Moor Born” and the Senior Play Were works of skill and glamour. Then Christmas Season neared And we almost disappeared In the party rush and clamor. Remember the way We carolled while our breath blew frost? Remember the glow When the empty crib received the Baby King? Twas hard to know That after this that sweetness was forever lost. “Serene were our days, and bright - Exams, and then a vacation— Then off to the Courtier Ball. Our hearts could sing ; Of gowns, and flowers, and bright eyes gleaming | A night for dreaming. Do you recall i The mixed sensation Of knowing college life would soon be past? Our theses went in And we planned for June As the days flew by too swift, too soon. Again came the Musicale, our last.