Georgian Court University - Courtier Yearbook (Lakewood, NJ)

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St. Mary’s girls gather on the steps. Front Row: G. Judge, J. Talian, K. Lamprecht, J. Heher, K. O’Halloran. Back Row: E. Prado, P. Nor: “What’s so funny, Noemi?’ girls from St. Joseph’s gat 154 ris, N. Byrne, asks Bernadette, as the her around the phone. Jane finds an amusing article as Peggy, Julie and Phyllis look on, Gromer “It’s almost time for bed,” says the proctor. Sarced “Treasure What have we here? A treasure worth a Courtier’s ransom! Let me run my fingers through those jewels. But what's this? They're all tagged. Here’s a pouch of new-minted coins. “As golden as those autumn days when we first come to the Court, as true as the friend- ship the upperclassmen offered us, as shiny as the memories of the welcoming parties given in our honor,” says the tag. And here’s a figurine carved in ivory and onyx, “for the black and the white of the academic cap and gown, which we wore for the first time as true Courtiers on October 19, on our day of Investiture.” What have we here? “This diamond in the rough commemorates our first activity as a class, the Freshman Talent Show.” And under it is a pearl of great price, labeled simply “Our First Retreat.” Next we have a pair of gilded hoops, fit for a gypsy queen. The tag reads, “A souvenir of the Masquerade Ball.” Glittering Gold What's this? A green brooch of holly leaves dotted with ruby red berries! “From an evening filled with holiday spirit when we whirled at the Holly Hop.” And look here, my lassies, a note of music cast in gold. The tag reads, “For the golden sound of Courtier’s Christ: mas Carols drifting through the midnight air.” Here’s a prize for some fair maiden, a glistening Sapphire star. “A star like this shone over a crib in Bethlehem, a crib that lives again each year in the traditional ceremony at the Court.” Caught on the hinge is another gem, a jewelled dinner ring, “To remind us of the wonderful Christ- mas banquet.” Scluer Cotn “For all the Cinderellas who danced at the Mission Ball,” says the tag on this glittering crystal slipper. And what’s this? A bar of ebony in a treasure chést? “To remind us of the dark days of mid- term exams.”

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St. Joseph’s is home for these freshmen. ‘Front Row: R. Delaire, I. Arango, E. McGill, N. Lirag. Back Row: B. Tirrell, P. Sheeran, A, Utekewicz, B. Markey, M. Delamater, K, Santowasso. Pauates Find Avast there my hearties! Bend to your shovels with a will. Just a few more feet to the treasure! What's that? You've hit something? It must be the chest! Pry it loose now. Heave heartily, my lassies. It is the treasure! Look out now, let me break the lock. Up with the Bat Mitchell se or frestenamjpresident. lid, girls. Residents of West Wing are caught on their porch. Front Row: J. Kenneally, F. Boissiére. Second Row: A. Ruggiero, C. Frenking, Y. Berrios, J. Chen. Back Row: G. Muir, H, Gomez. Regina prepares diligently for mid-term tests.

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Kathleen and Katherine win the prize for originality at the Masquerade Dance as Dutch girl marionettes, What does our bountiful treasure yield next? Dig your hands Jane and Phyllis are ready for deep, my hearties. What ho! A tiara bejewelled with sparkling eu piternog an ae uray: diamonds! “A star studded memory from our Freshman year—the Courtier Ball!” And here we have a flashing Emerald. “For St. Patrick, of course, and the many miles we walked in his honor on March 17.” | Tucked in the corner is a marvelous garland of jade, tagged with the words, “as green as the new grass that covered the campus on the spring day of our first Court Musicale.” And what’s the little | band of silver? A friendship ring! “We'll never forget the Freshman- | Senior Banquet or the wonderful upperclassmen who did so much to | make our first year at G.C.C. a happy one.” Rare Jewels Is the chest empty lassies? No, one thing yet remains—a rare blue gem, a turquoise stone. Tis a glorious shade of blue, “Fit for the Queen we crowned with flowers in the month of May.” At last we've reached the end. Twas a strange but lasting treasure the Class of 57 buried here, a treasure chest of memories. } These are the gay inhabitants of East Wing. Front Row: E. Miranda, S. Matano, K. Lee. Ti Back Row: K., Jiampetti, P. Mitchell, M. Wall, D. Burke, M. Lucey. Setsuko entertains with a dance, “Spring Rain,” at the Faculty Tea. “‘Won’t that dinner bell ever ring?”