Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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ip Ide i la ig ey Pat and Terry do their part at the Musicale. She fulness of your bliss S feel” Suddenly we were caught in the spin Of Baccalaureate, banquets, dinners, and, well, Senior Week —casting its glorious spell! Next Class Night came with its matchless thrill Of gowns and lights, of songs and laughter, Of feeling solemn, strange, and still— A night to treasure ever after. Whrice levelicn shine tHe tings that last” Now it was Graduation Day— We turned our tassels ‘round And by the eagle ivy planted, Then down the aisle with stately step To stand, enchanted And without a sound— The longed-for hood About our shoulders—in the way All graduates have stood. In our hands is wisdom and maturity And truth—which Love has said would make us free. Our thanks, dear Alma Mater, now we give For, teaching us to know, you taught us how to live. We march solemnly to Commencement, aware that soon our college days will be over. asa UTS BE Bs tae Senior Tea... it seems incredible that we are graduating. s us with happy memories. . and Class Night fill

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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.

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