Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Seniors . . .

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Alma Mater I Our Alma Mater glorious. With loving hearts and proud. We crown thee all victorious And sing thy praise aloud . In loyalty we serve thee And strive to heed thy call . Mount Vernon . O . Mount Vernon ! Through self to conquer ali II You give unfailing kindness If trouble meet us here: You foster all our pleasures And make them seem more dear. Nor time , nor care , nor sorrow Can these fair days erase , But they , with each tomorrow Help us new tasks to face. in Like breath of Spring s fresh morning That lifts the heart to song. When courage droops and wavers A nd paths seem gray and long , Will come thy dauntless spirit To help us on our way . Mount Vernon , O. Mount Vernon! Hold fast thy tender sway. IV The changing years may bring us Some longed for dream of bliss, Yet memory will cherish A sympathy we miss In hours of joy or sadness, What e ' er our need may he. Mount Vernon. O, Mount Vernon! Thy children turn to thee . Abdication Song G‘er our place the shadows gather As the time draws near to part As we linger here this morning Face to face and heart to heart. As you take these seats oh juniors May your tongues the chorus swell Till you reach your day of parting Tilt you also say farewell. CHORUS: Herds to thee oh Alma Mater May thy name be ever blessed On her name whose great heart planned thee May thy daughters blessing rest. CHORUS: Here’s to thee oh Alma Mater May thy name be ever blessed On her name whose great heart planned thee May thy daughter’s blessing rest. As we leave this place forever To our hearts the sad truth tell With our thoughts of love and sorrow Note we bid them last farewell.

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Class History Freshman Year: Twelve scared little girls . . . many Southern drawls . . . Shelby already has us in hysterics ... a party at Ann Tracy’s . . . Chart’s our little girl . . . Carol goes to Annapolis! . . . our first formal dance at Christmas . . . we get used to blind dates . , . Elda teaches us to rhumba . . . our first real exams . . , grades! . . . we give a Valen- tine Dance ... Jo is our Valentine princess . . . Barbara makes good on the hockey field . . . memorable Latin classes . . . are you wearing stockings and heels? ( I ) . . . that first cigarette , , , a class party at Mathesons ' . . . our first good- byes . . . we’ve begun! Sophomore Year: We’ve grown! . . . we give a party for the freshmen at Fran ' s house . . . Miss Lester is our new advisor . . . those Saturday night bake sales . . . Brower gets her driver ' s license , . . we break even on the Valentine Dance . . . Ber- muda shorts and V-neck sweaters . . . Marty and Jane teach us Hidi-Hidi-Hidi Ho . . . Ele Fulton night . . . after lights in the dorm . . . all night slumber parties . . . pizza . . . good-byes are harder this time . . . Juniors already? Junior Year: We almost feel important . . we’re always thinking of next year . . . Ginger ' s M-G . . . those weekend blasts . . . Blue Suede Shoe. f . . . the Elvis Presley Fan Club . . . we finally made money on the Valentine Dance . . . Mickey Mouse at the Junior-Senior banquet . . . earth- worms in the Biology lab . . . Jane and Cellophane . . . we take college boards for practice . . . we decide to start studying . . . term papers . . . trips to the Hot Shoppe . . . Sue’s giggle . . . Sandy starts the long fingernail craze . . . the ringing ceremony . . . finals . . . we’re SENIORS! ! Senior Year; We finally made it . . . parties every weekend . . . more work ... no sleep . . . Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Elvis Presley” . . . our Sock Hop and Chinese Auction . . . wonderful Mam ' selle, our advisor . . . Bcv and Fran introduce The Big Feet Club (at least a 9 Vi ) . . . everyone’s snowed . . . College Boards { HELP! } . . . Edie ' s satisfied . . . Kitten’s on a diet . . . smoking in the Field House . . . the Junior- Senior banquet for us . . . time flies .. . Commence- ment Dance . . . our last class party ... class night . . . diplomas . . . tears . . . goodbyes . . . 14