Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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“High above Cayuga’s waters.” One final review before going into the exam. acaba SAPREMT) SDE. AEE I Bi Eh eos PRION ARSE anc ie a nd a” bc kN a MN “Girls, the bell is about to ring!” Audrey packs for the week-end. So Cinderella went to tHe Ball. And she was prettiest of Hem all It was November 14th, the night of our Junior Prom. Arrangements had been numerous and all had worked hard to make it the best prom ever. Our efforts were rewarded that night as we glided to the strains of lovely music against a backdrop of pink and white dogwood in the Terrace Room of the Hotel Plaza. In the midst | of the gaiety we stopped to express our thanks to Patricia McBride and Rita Mika, || Co-chairmen of the Prom Committee. Reluctantly we left our dreamland to return to our homes and dream that night of the wonderful time we had. As Thanksgiving approached we prepared to travel homeward to celebrate the holiday. ts Bambi wasted for the snow, Ours thoughts included Mistletoe. Before we could catch our breath, the Christmas season had arrived with all | its gay festivities. In a few weeks we were dancing again—this time in the Casino, amid Christmas trees and snowHakes, at our annual Holly Hop. Now the days were | flying faster and faster. We participated in the traditional crib ceremony and caroled | under the stars by the Mansion Christmas tree. The Christmas Banquet was the climax to all our activities. After a delightful dinner we received our long-awaited class rings. Many an eye was misty that night as we packed our bags for the journey homeward and Christmas vacation. We think Dumbo deserves an apology, Sis cats grew from studying Psychology. As the semester came to a close we made daily trips to the library to complete our book reports and term papers. Notes were on every desk, and typewriters raced madly. When all semester assignments were in, a stealthy silence crept through the halls. Brains were in a frenzy coping with Psychology, Statistics, Modern Drama and all the subjects which had for so long been the object of our attention. We sighed with relief when exam week was over, and patiently waited to learn the result of our efforts. ” Caught in the act] “Young lady, do you know what time it is? (

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a ER: | Hamilton trips the light fantastic and. . . ' k Heigh Glol Sleigh Slol i Mow off te work we go. Summer days flew by and before we knew it September had come and here we were strolling the campus again. Chatter abounded as we examined our new rooms | in Hamilton, Campus Club and Kingscote. Gradually, as old friendships were | renewed, we slipped gracefully into the routine of classes. But all was not as in the i carefree days of yore. We were big sisters now and had great responsibilities. It | was ours to counsel and suide our little sisters in their inexperienced role, in which : only so recently we had starred. Soon it was time for Retreat, and we paused in our daily labors for a week of quiet meditation under the inspiring guidance of our retreat master. The perfect end of a Courtier's day. Hamilton has many jolly juniors. Front Row: B. Cleary, I. Sala- meno, J. Hopkins. Sitting: G. Larach, C. Perini, M. Hoyas, ‘C Poprocki, P. McBride, S. Kanehann. Standing: J. Innes, G. Galesi, M. Chioco, A. Kane- hann, M. Sanzone, C. Collis, E. J. Gaffeney, M. Russo.

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p00 IA AAR GER LEER LOT ERLE LIE OTL TD, Kingscote has junior quintet—Left to Right: E. Balmert, M. Geis, M. A. K ling, K. Gross, J. Scanlon. Alice in Wonderland, at a great ball you wene seen... We were acting our parts of Sacks and SLucens. After hectic weeks of study, we plunged into the exciting ordeal of preparing for the Courtier Ball. Our list included: ideal man, elegant gown and a fabulous evening in New York. Our requests were fulfilled—thanks to the Seniors!! Keeping the spirit of romance alive, we presented the student body with a colorful Valentine Party. Crowds along Fifth Avenue saw the Court’s daughters of St. Patrick march in the traditional parade in New York. As Santasia brought variety of scenes, Wit Soph Week-end, we welcomed the ever-changing greens. Then came Spring with all the beauty it brings to the campus. The pinnacle of our enjoyment was Sophomore Week-end. Dancing and various sports activities highlighted our glorious time. After the breath-taking beauty of the Musicale, days flew by ‘til exam week. As the last blue book was resigned to our profs, we were astonished to find that we were practically seniors. We packed our bags like Gulliver did And a fond adieu to the Court we bidl Tears and sad smiles accompanied the farewells to the last class who knew us as freshmen. During the Moving-Up Exercises in the Sunken Gardens, we realized that now we were the seniors .. . the leaders of the Court. As we turned our tassels the final quarter turn, we whispered a prayer for the coming year and for our class- mates who had become such a part of our life at the Court. Then we packed away our junior memories and left in high hopes of a profitable and wonderful summer. Lorraine does her part at the Song Recital. It looks like a fascinating conversation.