Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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Behind every Renaissance woman Patty and her Daddy! They ' re sugar, they ' re spice, they ' re everything nice and they ' re Daddy ' s biggest expense! A jolly threesome. 19

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ather Daughter he Father-Daughter dinner dance, traditionally held at Lantana ' s in Randolph, has always been one of the favor- ite and highly anticipated events at Regis College. We enjoyed an evening of din- ing and dancing with our favorite date - our dad. We also had the privilege of enjoying the charm- ing company of all our friends ' fathers. The entire banquet hall was filled with laughter and love. It was a special night that only a father and daughter could create! The dance floor was packed all night as we waltzed, polkaed, and discoed. The highlight of the evening was when we danced to the last song, Daddy ' s Little Girl. The special bond a father and daughter share could be felt everywhere. As the evening came to a close, the only words that could describe that beauti- ful night were - I love you Dad. Karen O ' Brien . . . . And a proud father he is,” says J Frances. When it comes to Harris ' , two heads are better than one.

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other Daughter On Movember 8, 1987 the senior class held the fifteenth annual Moth- er Daughter Banquet at the Natick Hilton. The ever popular Russ Bur- gess and his entertaining Hypnotist show made a return engagement. Many of our classmates including my- self attended this event, and this be- ing our last it held special meaning for the seniors. As the weeks swept by during first semester, I came to the realization that everything we did at Regis this year would be for the last time, and never had the feeling struck more than the night of this occasion. Sitting at our table and glancing over at oth- ers I was able to pinpoint which daughter went with which mother eas- ily. It was almost like a mirror reflec- tion that was more than skin deep. It was looking into the future as well as the past and cementing a special bond. Conversation at our table ran the gamut from senior class woes and ex- citements to the opera and to law school prospects. I appreciated for the first time that our relationships with our mothers have truly grown and developed from mother and child, to mother and antagonist, to finally mother and confidante. And I left the banquet that night grateful for having had the chance to enjoy an evening of laughter and fun with the best friends us daughters will ever have . . . our moms. ’ You ' re eyes are getting heavy . . You ' re falling into a deep deep sleep. Hyp me. Hyp me. I ' ve been hypnotized!! 1 20 I