Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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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,

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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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Ti Grace, Mary Ann, Joan, Sally and Mary Lou gather at the tree after an enjoyable Christmas banquet. Degree and Food Even before our trunks were unpacked, the halls of Hamilton and the Club were echoing with welcome reunions. One idea seemed to be uppermost in everyone’s mind, to make this final year the very best. We were determined to take advantage of our last opportunity to support every activity. The realization that we were the leading ladies on campus put a new seriousness into the class spirit. Especially during retreat did wé feel the need to outdo ourselves, this time in a strictly spiritual way. The inspiration of Father Ansbro was certainly unforgettable. Christmas, too, brought events of special significance. Long will we remember the night we sang carols at each residence house, and the grand treat we had afterwards at the Club. For the Courtier Ball, our last big affair in New York, we went back to our favored spot of the previous year, the Terrace Room. Once again its magic wove a spell. After theses were all submitted in their final form, and Graduate Record Exams were a thing of the past, minds turned to the coming Soph Weekend. Shortly afterward, the Alumnae Assocation accepted us into its fold at the annual meet- ing. Then, as happens every year, up popped the month of June. For us June meant only one thing, Senior Week. It began with the Baccalaureate exercise and became a whirl of banquets and practices. It reached its peak on Class Night and like any well planned program drew swiftly to a close. For the last time we turned our tassels, walked up the path to the eagle and planted the traditional ivy. In the afternoon our college career ended as we received our degree and academic hood. Now we faced the world as Catholic educated women. With gratitude in our hearts we humbly gave thinks to our Alma Mater which had taught us goodness, discipline, and knowledge. As Juniors, we come to the Christmas Banquet eagerly awaiting our class rings. “Come join the party,’ says Audrey as the girls from Hamilton help themselves to sandwiches. Grace pours tea for Arlene and Shirley at the Senior Tea. Lorraine entertains at the Faculty Tea. 27