Loretto Academy - Laurel Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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distinct British accent. Father Greensiade expounded on the modern Catholic problems and student spirituality. Through these meetings, the representatives, like har- vesters, reaped much fresh thought. Another faculty member from the Heights, Sister Mary Gabriel, a psychology professor, edified her class with such terms as self concept and freedom from self. (Visiting Kansas City for a week-end, Sister Gabriel spoke at the Sodality Day, September 29.) 7he need of the world today is universal love,” empha- sized Mr. and Mrs. Loui, as they proclaimed the urgency for Catholics to practice Christian love. During the school months, Mr. Loui is a member of the Drama Department at Webster College in St. Louis while Mrs. Loui, along with taking care of their four vivacious children, is Press moder- Short Interlude. Pausing before entering his chapel classroom, Father Greensiade recounts with the L.A. delegates his three years in Europe. ator at Webster. Spying bearded Mr. Loui, you re first im- pression is, as Mr. Loui rightly guessed, Hey! what beatnik colony did he escape from? The Louis conducted an in- formal class with the couple sharing equal time discussing married life and the dignity and worth of the individual. Go out and think, Mr. Loui tells his kids, and, amazingly, they do. The Loui children, all under age ten, are treated like adults. There's no baby talk for them. The conflict today is the struggle between conviction and convention. Most people say to hell with conviction; conform. As Kathy Mitchell expressed it, They really talk from their convictions; what they advise, they've been through. Bearded Dromotist. The rickety table, the two stools and the beige coffee mugs achieved the informal and inspiring atmosphere of Mr. Loui and his wife s Tuck conference. 7rying to get as much out of camp advantages as possible, many girls divided into buzz groups and discussed their school goals and situations. During one of the buzz talks, Jessica marveled, The friendly and unified workshop spirit here is really inspiring. Chimed in Peggy, You just ask for a sweater, and about seven girls offer you one—you have a choice. Special conferences for student government officers, spiritual club representatives, and publication editors gave each group time to talk over their particular problems. Sister Marian Joseph, chief workshop planner, conducted a general round-up at the close of the day so everyone could comment on any of the day’s classes. Refresh up with o Coke. Sister Marian Joseph, the camp's general planner, seems to soy as she reloxes with some of the representatives after a class. Fall 1963 5

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For seventy-six students reaping the rewards of the Loretto Leadership Camp, it was a time for love and maturity. It was a summer Our Lody of the Rockies Comp situated in a tree-filled volley surrounded by blue sky and mountains. .Ibove the droning chatter of a busload packed with lively teen-agers, a few breathless phrases catch your ear. Hi! What's your name? Gruzilda?—You're kidding! Where are you from? Kansas City, uh. Hey! Isn't that in Illinois? From New Mexico, Kentucky, Alabama, and Illinois, Loret- tine students gathered to take part in the loretto Leader- ship Workshop. Kathy Mitchell, Kris e fer' 1 Stipctich, Peggy Wolski, Jessica Ward, and Dede De Soto represented Kansas City's Loretto at the camp. Along with seventy other student leaders, these girls hoped to form new friendships and exchange school ideas in this training session. Rolling toward Our Lady of the Rockies the bus vibrated with the laughing, roaring strains of If 1 Had a For oneweek, the camp's white frame church resounded with early morning Prime and Eucharistic hymns. For the Loretto Sisters attending the workshop, it was a reunion. Sister Mary Venard re-met many of her former music stu- dents from St. Louis, while Sister Joan Clare greeted South- ern belles from Mobile. , „ It took a few days to adjust to the workshops rustic atmosphere ; the dribbling water faucets, snoring bunk mates the 40° August evenings. Terry Miller, a Denverite, weathered through the freezing nights with a pair of pajamas, robe, two pairs of socks, night cap and a shaggy bear coat. After the bundled up delegates slid into bed, the i;Uo r.Kint «-hoed with midnight cab sessions. Clanging bells summoned us to our morning class. Colorado, here we ore! With suitcases bulging, student leaders like Peggy and Kris congregated in rustic otmosphere of the Colorado highlands. ''Jjfoiir ideal is Christ and you must have union with your ideal insisted Father Greenslade, the chaplain at Loretto Heights College. Father spoke frankly about our bond with Mary, our exemplar, Mary was not a mother goddess, she was human and lived as a person of her time. With his •The workshop site, encircled by mountains, nestles in a valley 30 miles from Denver. 4 the laurelette

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Is there o question in the bock? Sister Morion Joseph osks during the generol round-up session, conducted ofter the doily conference. tier the afternoon conferences, physical fitness enthu- siasts invaded the surrounding valley, and climbing expedi- tions scaled the rugged mountains. Highlighting the week was the traditional talent show with master of ceremonies, President Kennedy, mimicked by Denverite Franci Len- nartz. Between introducing the singing, dancing, and pup- pet acts, Franci sent us all into hysterics with such histori- cal tidbits as Caroline, 1 want my bathtub toys. Swathed with white bed sheets and small evergreen tree decorations, the K. C. Kids acted out for the first time in the Denver mountains, the immortal classic, The Death of Caesar. The performance went off smoothly except for a missed cue when Peggy (portraying Brutus) stabbed Caesar (Carol Stipetich) and the unfeeling Caesar lived for a whole two minutes before he realized he should have expired. Smile, You've Mode It. High above the Alpine region, these weary mountaineers relox ofter on exerting 13,000 foot climb. Anybody heard of Lawrence of Arabia? Sheik Sister Venard, on behalf of the Loretto reps invited all the illus- trious camp sheiks to an Arabian feast with Lawrence. Dressed in the long, flowing Arabic gowns (sheets again) harem beauties, camels, walking pyramids, sand dunes (hole-y sheets) and the filming cast of Cleopatra journeyed into the banquet tent. Turbancd guest of honor Law- rence (impersonated by Mr. Loui) delighted his admirers by commanding his wobbly camel (two Sisters supporting a hat rack) to enter. He then ordered his black-dressed slavy girls to dance to that Arabic favorite, West Sands, East Sands. As the week slipped by, the workshop theme You Are Not Your Own began to live. The various leaders were not at camp to benefit themselves but to better their stu- dent followers. Realizing this, the girls willingly mulled over new ideas and offered suggestions and opinions. Comero stealer Kothy Mitchell wonts to be pictured even though she may be sitting on the map of future school plans. Washing to keep in touch with their week-long room- mates, the girls before mounting the bus frantically invited everyone to visit them, and promised to correspond faith- fully. The week's yield was now gathered, and the mature and ripened impressions branched toward Santa Fe, St. Louis, and Mobile. As the tearful, familiar faces peeked through the bus windows, a powerful yell of Bye! yah-H rang through the valley. 6 the laurelette