Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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is . Informal Campus Chats Colored with Lights and Shadows of the Tree of Knowledge

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Published for REGIS COLLEGE WESTON, MASSACHUSETTS

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Foreword “And you shall know the Truth and the Truth shall make you free.” Our days at Regis are growing shorter. Joyful years spent in the quest of Truth are fast approaching a glorious conclusion. Behind us lies the struggle for knowledge. Ahead may be seen the Way of Life, a narrow ribbon stretching across the Hori- zon of Time. We pause at this, our long-awaited goal, and thoughtfully look back on the thrilling moments of our climb. Four years ago, we the Class of first enrolled under the crimson and of Regis. Since that day, portraits o happiness and etchings of lighte jjue have appeared on the dazzling can v5S of our collegiate life. That the fleeting shadows of the cherished memories may never fade ar die, we have tried to recapture in these pages the spirit of life at Regis. Here, you will live again with us th sacred events of our college story, the days we dreamed about, the days we wi never forget. Here, you will smile with at less serious affairs, the minutes t added laughter and gaiety to acade hours. This is our album of Regis life. This i§, the story of the years in which we learne ' the Truth. It is our hope that we recreated, at least in part, the spirit- - , ( Alma Mater. Armed with the Truth College, we may face the future Wj fear. We will walk His Way in free Contents „ |?f The magic wand of memory waves. Time flashes back through clouds of God’s ef £nfty. As from an artist’s brush, the radiant shades and somber tones of college t dajoparkle across the waiting page. Our yeats-at Regis live again in this, our book of terday. T3|t hours that brought the highlights f our college life appear in regal hues of glorious richness here. The royal dignity or unders’ Day is crystal bright: the al hushed in reverent joy, the cap and gown and faces flushed with hope. Softer lights enshrine the lovely Mary’s Day, revealing a procession of devoted children, weaving their way to a Mother’s heart. The portraits of those final days, Day, Baccalaureate, the solemn mmencement, are wrought in lines of old. So they are engraved in our hearts. Amid the darker tones in our volume of ories, lighter shades animate silhou- orms. Youthful effervescence glows s of parties, socials, teas and proms, ividness of athletic games, the tense, strong strokes of college drama, offer contrast to the canvas of our story. Through all these scenes, a striking symbol glows, a luminous torch that shines and gives to all these pictures depth and life. It breathes its strength through every portrait, light and dark. It is the light of Truth, the light of Christ. It is the light of Regis.