Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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“Won’t you buy some delicious fudge?” ask the card party booth committee, M’Lou waits for the mail. Curtain going up! efforts were put forth in preparing our farewell banquet for the de- parting seniors. Then, suddenly, there we were standing in the sunken garden and giving our tassels a quarter turn. The freshman trial was over and we considered ourselves to be “old time” Courtiers. Jet Slack and Peal The full advantage of being a sophomore was not felt until the following September. It was wonderful to come back to many famil- iar faces—even if we could not remember all the names that went with them. The new frosh were living reminders of all the mistakes we had made. We just smiled as we pictured ourselves in their place, and, in a way, gave thanks that those days were left behind. The first project on the agenda was to get our booth ready for the card party. Remember the pumpkins with the parsnip ears and the egg noses? We fully approved of the idea of changing the date of retreat to the end of October. It came as a welcome reprieve at a time when elasses were just about getting everyone down. The gentle- ness of Father Sherman was a soothing balm for shattered nerves. tn een Roe It is term paper time again for Santa, Lorraine, Helen and Grace. Seniors arrive early for a nine o’clock class.

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Bobbie, Pat, Mary, Marlene and Connie look forward with smiling faces to another year. Mary is modeling the beautiful suit she made. 138 Sophomore Week End committee poses “‘dans le parc.” These Hamilton girls are having fun at one of their wienie roasts. They must have been right for on October 19 we gave our memor- able performance of Freshman Talent Night. We were still running in high gear for the annual card party when our huge pumpkin booth served as refreshment center. The climax of that first autumn came one afternoon when we made our debut in our academic gowns. On the Mansion staircase our big sisters put the caps on our heads and placed the tassels at front-right. This impressive ceremony of Investiture signified that we were formally recognized as the Class of 1954, and privileged to wear the academic costume, the mark of a scholar. Now that we were well established Courtiers, we looked forward to the lighter, social side of college life. The gay Holly Hop was a perfect introduction. We felt that nothing could top the festive Christmas activities at the Court. Since no one likes to remember exams, we will skip right past. them and go on to the welcome days of retreat. The four days of silence and meditation offered a fine chance to take stock of our spiritual welfare. As soon as retreat closed, off we went to New York to make an appearance at our first college formal. The Ritz-Carlton was the perfect setting for this grand night of nights! The green line down Fifth Avenue on St. Paddy’s Day, the circus tent of Soph Weekend, and the Irish theme of the musicale are all important remembrances from Freshman springtime. Very special

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A big moment came when members of our class accepted an in- vitation from West Point to attend a ball at the Astor Hotel in New York. There has been a place in our hearts for the long gray line ever since. The following week found us again on the trail to the big city to go to our first Junior Prom—a privilege not ours as Frosh. Everyone enjoyed this soiree at the Waldorf-Astoria. 4 To take our minds from the rigors of exams, Sister Giovanni called a special class meeting in order to present our class pins. We chose a black diamond-shaped center with GCC in gold letters and outlined with curving lines of seed pearls. They were truly something to treasure—not only a badge of our Alma Mater, but the distinctive mark of a sophomore. Of all the things that happened during our second year at the Court, the one that remains uppermost in our minds is our magic Soph Weekend. The setting was Paris in the spring. Even the gay city itself could not offer a more exciting time than our own trans- formed Casino. oh poganti mp peceaed ili eter Ua gus The sad note of the year came at Class Night as we carried the laurel chain for our beloved big sisters. Our guardian angels were leaving us and we were faced with the proposition of having to try out our Own wings. Gold and “Jopaz When we came back to spend our third year on the G.C. campus, a different spirit prevailed. We were upperclassmen now, having come more than halfway along our climb. This fact was most fully realized as we chose our little sisters. It was our turn to guide, and we tried to be as kind and understanding as the Class of 1952 had been toward us. The card party and retreat were taken in stride with an old famil- iarity. All efforts were concentrated on making our Junior Prom the most successful ever. Our choice of the beautiful Terrace Room of the Hotel Plaza could not have been better for such an unforgettable evening. With the prom safely put away as another wonderful memory, wry everyone turned her thoughts to the coming Christmas season. This Dey cae Se eer ang year on the night of the formal banquet, Santa Claus made a special trip to the Court just to leave a package to the Junior class. An extremely important package it was though, for it contained our eagerly awaited college rings. At long last we were entitled to wear the topaz and gold symbol of a Courtier. With gay hearts we left the holidays determined to display the newly acquired gems at every opportunity. As second semester got under way we put together some thoughts and came up with an original skit for the Valentine party, presented annually by the reigning junior class. The rest of the year simply flew by. We had just about realized that the sun was not setting until after supper, when suddenly June was upon us. We crammed for exams, feted the Seniors with dinner at the Deauville Inn, and once again found ourselves on the terrace of the sunken garden. Our tassels were turned for the third time, bringing them to the front-left position—Senior Courtiers! ioe eee Sister Giovanni slides the class ring on the finger of our Junior president, Carol Collis. 140 ; These Seniors make Campus Club the winner this year in the amount of toys collected in the Michaelangelists’ drive,