Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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‘Dedication

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Contents In this book of memories is recorded our transition from adolescents to adults. Here is engraved the bewilderment of Registration Day as well as the last sad hour of Commence- ment. Here are pictures of friends, Faculty, Regis. Here especially is our Senior year, the year of maturity. Recall a beautiful warm Founders’ Day, when Archbishop Cushing presented to us the academic gowns. May Day, the fairest of our campus crowned the fairest of the universe. On Class Day, Sophomore sisters honored us with chains of springtime flowers. Remember Baccalaureate, when our college careers closed with Mass, as they had opened with the Holy Sacrifice. Leaf through these pages of memories that remain always young. The light and dark- ness of life at Regis will come crowding back upon you. The parties, proms, teas, socials will crystallize again. The carefree days under the red and gold banner will remain always a bright spot, preserved for posterity in the Mount Regis. Rhododendrons Rank College Hall With Springtime Magnificence of Nature

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“ Like a rose p l anted on the rivers I have budded forth — Ecclus. XXII With the shyness of the tiny rosebud, but with hearts overflowing to their fullest bloom, we dedicate the 1951 Mount Regis to our parents. They have sacrificed generously to prepare our soil with the depth and thoroughness that we have en- joyed for the past four years. Difficult has been our culture. We have lifted thirsty faces in quest of knowledge. Showering us with affection and under- standing, they have tried to shield us against all evil, when the turmoil of the world has attempted to undermine our rooting. They have protected us against invaders who would destroy our peaceful flowering in the garden of our youth. At times we may have heedlessly pricked them with our thoughtlessness. As we untwine ourselves from their sup- port and stand fullblown in the loveliness and perfection which has been their goal for us, we thank them for their vigilance. Unlike the rose, however, let our love and appreciation never fade. May the per- fume of our scent live longer than the summer of our college years. May we un- fold to the dazzling beauty of The Queen of Roses.