Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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make a list against the evil lovely things to hold in memory A wealth of memories colored with Hebian jollity is released in a streaming volcano of sketches, phrases, and jottings. Reminiscences always touch the keynote of sadness, shadowed with regret, but from the twofold nature springs a degree of retrospective happiness. Indelibly bound and closely interknit with our ideals, our standards, and our knowledge are these sets, these backdrops in our scholastic stage. Regis in the Spring, mid verdant foliage — cooled by distant sea breezes, in the Winter nestled under an immaculate blan- ket of snow, became the apex of our college life. Russet lawns and golden tufted trees enshrined us in the Autumn. We went dreaming past the grey poplar trees with Mary, Anne, and Rita — out to a widening world or back to a welcoming vigil. In secluded recesses, we enjoyed mo- ments spent with the Muses or in mirthful merrymaking. Helios smiled on our in- dolent hours — on friendships fostered in a sunny clime. Going through the portals of College Hall, we opened the door to ancient wis- dom — which has since remained unlocked. Through these doors of learning — we passed as fledglings to try our wings and to emerge four years later capped, gowned — winged. The scroll wherein the list is inscribed is unrolled; the script is still moist — the scene and the words presented are vivid and complete: faces, places, College Hall, Regis Hall, Cardinal O’Connell Hall — all stately, noble, Catholic. [ 11 ]

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Peggy and Mary Taking Inventory Poplar Drive — Pleasure Paved Passageway I would days of [ 10 ]

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Her floral patterns etched in multicolors, red, blue, and pink, Nature wove a tapes- try, in design — a formal garden, the carpet of the Spring May Procession. In the Fall, a wealth of flowers waxed red and gold — in tribute to the colors of our Alma Mater. A duplex personality unfolds itself as the gardens furnish the altars with guile- less white blossoms, a tribute to sanctity and purity, or nod and beck in welcome to wandering students. Conventional and stately in mold, they hold a love of con- geniality in their blossoms — a motif car- ried out also on the threshold of Regis Hall — where warmth and good friendship smile with Pat, Dorothy, Emily, and Helen — who, momentarily abandoning the fortresses of knowledge, are entrusting their hours to the custodians of leisure, mirth and good will. Formal Fat tans in Terrene Beauty Through the Looking Glass Informality — An Escape from Science dogwood The enchanted