Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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BS SSRI Aiea PTA 5a ee a ree lo Before the last word of parent advice echoed over the campus West Wing freshmen pose for their picture. Clockwise: M. Gruerio, St. Mary's is home for these freshmen. Sitting: A. Ale, M. McElwee. J. Cannella, A. Titone, V. Alvarez, J. Curetta, M. Dillon. Standing: S. Echevarri, C. Mastronardi, M. McGinn, K. Parisi, M. Alfaro. Questions and doubts melted in the warm light of helpful advisers and friendly people. | | | the bell for dinner sounded. “What did you say your name was?” was the general theme of freshmen table conversation. There was scarcely time for an answer—we had to hurry to the senior party. | Imagine, the seniors gave us a party! And so our first day became part of our class history. “As Time Goes “By” Preliminary tests, class locations, and schedules ironed them- k “By dhe Sea” selves out with a minimum of difficulty. We were now ready to go out on our own, a sort of testing of our wings. This we did in the form of Freshman Talent Night. A wonderful feeling of class unity prevailed in the preparations for this night. The actual out- come of the performance is rather hazy in our minds, but the after- + ee a a aie He glow of friendliness and good-will gleaned from its production is very vivid. Our wings became stronger and we ventured to compete with our more experienced sisters in erecting a booth for the annual col- lege card party, a most important event. We placed our trust in Dolores Keller and she did not fail us. The compliments of the passers-by are still ringing in our ears. “Why Sight the Feeling” On one particular October day the Dean’s office took on the An old-time melodrama. appearance of a general store. Boxes were piled high and wide. Our caps and gowns had arrived! We hurried over to claim them. It was a momentous day. That afternoon we assembled in the | Mansion with our big sisters. They placed the academic caps upon | our heads and presented us to Sister Marie Anna, the president | of the college. We were now official members of the college. That | night we sang in the dining room for the first time and were sung | to in return. Golly, it was a wonderful feeling . . . now we really | belonged. ; In October our souls received a spiritual uplift at the annual college retreat. We made the most of this opportunity to draw closer to God, the source of all happiness. Talent Night stagehands.

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Si nas fez. Se a eS hes Gt Meee Ry ee ene Mae ai Some of us live in Sacred Heart Hall: Sitting: C. Berhard, M. J. Apel, M. Dosal, R. McElroy, M. Tigh, A. Ricciardelli. Standing: J. Schimenti, C. Grande, J. Kennedy, € Rothe Leyshon, P. O'Connell, C. Yordan. Freshman Class History “Doftember Song” The morning of September 23 might have been routine for the rest of the world, but for sixty-three girls it was full of promise, hope, and excitement. Suitcases had to be packed, clothes brushed, everything perfect for the “‘first impression. It was our first day | at college. As the cars drove through the front gates our anxious faces peered out over boxes and packages, snatching glimpses of the i campus. “What hall am I in?” “Where do we go from here?” Investiture—we receive our caps and gowns. Our class officers are Angela, Pat, Mary Fran and Ellen. » Our big sisters introduce us to the President.

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The freshmen in Mercedes Hall smile for the photographer. Front Row: M. Regan, E. A. Phillips, D. Terraneo, R. Maio. Second Row: B. Golden, S. Johnston, M. F. Callery. Back Row: H. Bravo, T. Costello, D. Keller. “Mived Emotions” During Thanksgiving vacation our mid-semester reports reached home. For some this was pleasant, others held a different view. Upon returning from the recess we bade farewell to Pat Kiernan, our class moderator. Pat's last job was to conduct the freshman class elections. As she left the lectern, Angela Ricciar- delli, our new president, stepped behind it. The other offices fell to Ellen De Groot, vice president; Pat Ventura, secretary, and Mary Frances Callery, treasurer. “Sharh tHe Sterald Angels Sing ” And we imitated them by carrying lighted candles and caroling in front of the Mansion. This ceremony was just a preview of the Academic Follies.