Rosary College - Yearbook (River Forest, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 52 of the 1951 volume:

DEDICATION At that time of day, just before the afternoon dusk fades into the black velvet of night, one brilliant star reigns over the heavens. It is at this time that the world seems to be at peace. That solitary star is a perfect symbol of Our Blessed Mother under the title, Queen of Peace. She seems to be looking down at a world at peace for a few short moments. At Fatima, Our Lady promised peace to the world, if in return the world would pray to her through her rosary. There is nothing more fitting than that at her college, we, who pray her rosary, should dedicate ourselves and this book to Mary, Queen of Peace. Through her may Peace once again reign over a troubled and war-torn world. FRESHMAN YEAR Looking back over the Golden Years, one day probably stands out more clearly rhan any other— the day we entered Rosary as freshmen. Not much of the first few weeks is very clear. To all of us these hallowed halls were nothing but hollow halls and winding corridors that led around in circles. For the residents, it was the first time we had ever really been away from home, and for all of us there was the horrible realization that we were once again only freshmen, no longer looked up to as seniors, but rather at the bottom of the ladder again. Along with the confusion of meeting new people, getting schedules arranged, and just being freshmen, we had to meet another crisis— our first mixer (a tea dance, re- member?). We met all types of boys, from the doctor of philosophy to the boy who, when asked if he wanted to see the grotto, wondered if it were a new night club. After the confusion of the first few months we came face to face with Founder's Day and Father Matthew Kelly, whom we later found to be none other than Father Samuel Mazzuchelli, O.P. For a few months all was quiet until the beautiful yuletide season came. It was our very first Christmas Party with the famous black-and-white quartet singing My Blue Heaven. Then, shortly after we returned from our first big vacation, we entered into the nightmare called semester exams. By the time that we entered our second semester we were old hands at this bus- iness of being college students. The daily routine of classes, study, and play was not interrupted by any unusual event until College Day with its fun and games. Shortly after this, exams came around again, and the year officially drew to a close. We were no longer the underdogs ; we had gone through our trial year and we were well on our way to being upper-classmen. SOPHOMORE YEAR The second of our Golden Years seems to us to have been only work, work, and more work. We ambled along without anyone's caring much about us (so we thought). The juniors took care of the freshmen, and the seniors were an entity unto themselves. That left us out in the cold — the unclaimed class of the school. Aside from all of these trials and tribulations we really did have fun, didn't we? When the first big festivities of the year came along we knew exactly what to do. Instead of asking questions we were answering them. Once again Founder's Day started the chain of holidays. This year it was different because we celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of the founding of our alma mater on the River Forest campus. The social hall was the scene of a conference on International Understanding through Education. The highlight of this conference was an address by our beloved Cardinal Stritck The days sped by until the time-honored Mardi Gras, the last bright spot before the subdued days of the Lenten season. The light that followed the darkness v as somewhat dimmed by the prospect of losing some of the very good friends we had made in our two years at Rosary. Those of us who remained now found the gigantic task of choosing a major ahead of us. Always to be remembered were the d ays when the future Fribourg girls were rushing off to special classes in French conversation, the weeks of ceaseless drilling as work got underway for the new and better swimming pool and tunnel, and the week- end redecorating the 51 room. Thus, with spots before our eyes we plunged into the whirlpool of final exams which ended the first half of our four Golden Years. JUNIOR YEAR From the first hectic days of definitely deciding on a major and getting to know our major professors, to the hilarious May elections for Student Government, it was a year that will go down in history. The end of first semester brought the familiar sigh, Well, we made it THIS far , and almost every head was suffering from that well-known malady, upperclassman swell. We will always remember all the things that happened in 1949 and '50, but a few occasions will glow a little more brightly in our memories. For instance, who could ever forget one of our nicest dances, that fantasy in pink, the Junior Prom? Or, the first time the juniors got a chance to talk back to the seniors at the Junior-Senior luncheon? We laughed at the idea of having the French Club sponsor, of all things, the Saint Patrick Day dance, but what a dance it v as, complete with Irish Jigs, snake dances and a Blarney Stone! The Grex play, TROJAN WOMEN had us all on the edge of our seats, watching our own Winnie Maher play a very difficult role. There were a few empty places which had been formerly occupied by those lucky girls who spent their junior year at Rosary's foreign-study branch in Fribourg, Switzer- land. We didn't have the Alps, but we had a sight as impressive in the traditional and beautiful Candle and Rose ceremony, an appropriate ending to a Golden Year. FRIBOURG A strange tense excitement filled our hearts as the HMS MAURETANIA bellowed forth her final plaintive whistle of farewell to America. Pressed against the deck railing, we anxiously scanned the bleak horizon for one last loving look at the majestic lady who guards our home port. This was it — that long-awaited day when we were to set out on the high seas for our junior year abroad. The six and a half days that followed were wondrous ones, filled with tangy salt spray and fresh ocean winds. How young and gay were our hearts as we hustled down the gang plank in Cork, Ireland! We jogged in pony carts through the streets of Cork, vigorously kissed the Blarney Stone, and danced the Irish jig in Killarney. Shakespeare emerged from the text-book and became a living, breathing man when we visited his shrine at Stratford-on-Avon. A grim realization of the futility of war came to us as we gazed on the bomb ruins of London. A day of gliding in a touring boat through the canals of old Amsterdam was brought to a boisterous finish as we clomped around our hotel rooms in our newly- purchased wooden shoes. It was in Brussels that we stammered out our first feeble phrases in French a ramericaine. In Bruges, Belgium, we marvelled, saucer-eyed, at the deftly-flying fingers of the lace-makers. Suddenly we realized with a start that our first month of travel was over and that the next stop was home, the Villa des Fougeres, in Fribourg, Switzerland. For us, Fribourg will ever hold a wealth of warm and joyful memories. Nestled in the rolling hills between the Alps and the Jura mountains, it embraces the old and the new in a fantastic pattern. Strolling along the modern boulevard of Perolles, one can see on the surrounding hills the three remaining towers of the medieval town walls; to- day little girls in bobby socks playfully sprinkle one another with water at the same public fountain where mothers did the family laundry four hundred years ago! Centrally located in town, the Villa is, from the outside, a storybook Swiss chalet. But one need only open the front door a wee crack, and it is immediately evident that here lies a bit of the U.S.A. Somewhere a ping-pong ball bounces ceaselessly, the tempting aroma of hamburgers frying fills the air (thanks to Sister Paulina, O.P., the Villa's culinary genius), and Bing Crosby croons in the distance. There is Sister George, the Villa Mom, watching carefully and lovingly over her brood of noisy chicks, and chiding them, with a twinkle in her eye, when she hears English in her maison fran- caise. Sister Cinthia, Sister Marie Michele, Sister Annora, and Mademoiselle Bessaud are all there, each adding in her own individual way to the charm and gaiety which is Fougeres. All classes are held in French, both at the Villa and at the University, and more than several days passed before that magic door swung open and we began to compre- hend. The University, where most of us attended some classes, is startling with its modern architectural lines. It was here that we became acquainted with students from more than fifteen different nations, and learned that international peace and friendship could be more than a naive, idealistic dream. December twenty-eighth found us chugging up through the snow-covered Alps in a little mountain train on our way to Wengen for a week of winter sports. Bursting with vim and vigor, we held up traffic on the ski trails, tea-danced in our dainty ski boots, and welcomed the New Year at a formal ball. March brought the mid-semester vacation, and in a frenzy of excitement we set off for a month's trip in sunny Italy. Venice, with its graceful gondolas and its basilica of San Marco, still floats through our day dreams. Our lovely rooms at the Dominican Villa Schifanoia in Florence were a luxurious haven after days of sight-seeing in this city of art treasures. Early one morning in Assisi, we made a pilgrimage on foot to the hermitage of St. Francis; Mass that morning was particularly moving in the humble rock chapel that he had built. No one could have prepared us sufficiently for the splendor of St. Peter's in Rome. As Our Holy Father smiled and gathered us all in with his majestic, but humble blessing, we realized that this moment alone would have made our year full and complete. The days of the second semester, highlighted by a memorable trip to Oberam- mergau, Germany, to witness the Passion Play, slipped from our grasp. With a strange mingling of sadness at leaving Fribourg and joy at the prospect of the next month of travel which was to terminate in New York, we packed our suitcases for the last time. Final farewells are never easy to say, but our hearts were filled with gratitude to those who had given us our golden year in Fribourg. We breathed deeply of the charm of old Spain in the lovely classical city of Barcelona, and again in the bustling capital, Madrid. Several days spent in the simple town of Lourdes brought new life to our faith as we knelt at the grotto of Our Lady and witnessed the beautiful blessing of the sick in the piazza before the basilica. Our final twelve days in Paris were the cherry on the sundae. During those happy days rhe Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the cathedral of Notre Dame, the Arch of Triumph be- came cherished friends. On delightful late-summer afternoons we strolled through the lovely Luxembourg Gardens, window-shopped along the fabulous Rue de la Paix, and wandered through the winding, atmospheric streets of the Latin Quarter. Excitement ran high as we boarded the train for Cherbourg, where the QUEEN ELIZABETH was waiting to carry us home at last! It was an extraordinary sensation, that commotion in our hearts. We felt our- selves strangely suspended between two loves. But on the final morning of our voyage, we were filled with a wonderful reassuring peace as our straining eyes first caught sight of a wondrous Greek figure, her torch held high in welcome, silhouetted against a gray-blue sky. SENIOR YEAR And then came the last of the four Golden Years at Rosary, that all-important senior year. It had been a long and wonderful four years since we had come in as un- certain freshmen. Many who had started with us had dropped out over the years; but there were still one hundred and twenty of us left, a one hundred and twenty who had drawn closer together as the years passed until it was impossible for an outsider to tell resident from day-hop. The residents by this time considered Rosary a second home and loved it accordingly. It was Founder's Day when we received our official recognition as seniors, ar- rayed in our caps and gowns for the first time. That was a great day, for all of us felt that we had finally arrived. This was the year of lasts. Consequently, we had to make the most of every- thing at school. It was our last Founder's Day, our last Christmas Party (remember South Pacific ?), our last semester exams (can't say anyone would regret that!) Then there was the thrill of the ski trip at Northernaire between semesters, followed by a last retreat. The Golden Waltz, our Senior Dinner Dance, was the last big event until Grad- uation week-end, which began on June 3, with Baccalaureate services in the Chapel. That night, at Candle and Rose, we received a final, beautiful token from the school we had grown to love, a red rose, one of the most cherished symbols of Rosary. On June 4, we were solemnly called forth to receive our degrees from the hands of the Cardinal. It was a proud moment when we proceeded down from the raised platform in the social hall, and changed our tassels from the right to the left side of our caps. Now, after four years which had been most profitable both spiritually and scholastically, the golden future lay ahead. Kathleen Mary Auer, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Norene Elizabeth Burke, B. A. Ch icago, ll.inois Joann Catherine Cain, B. A. Jacksonville, Illinois Marijane Bergin, B. S. H. Ec. Bellwood, Illinois Patricia Agnes Bush, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Margaret Ellen Carteaux, B. A. Kendalville, Indiana Regina Mary Bunta, B. A. Riverside, Illinois Angela Marie Buttice, B. S. H. Ec. Chicago, Illinois Jean Natalie Cinelli, B. A. Chicago, Illinois JoAnne Collins, B. A. Omaha, Nebraska Mary Louise Conway, B. A. Sioux Falls, South Dakota Mary Agnes Condon, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Sarah Anne Cosgrove, B. A. Brookfield, Illinois Mary Elizabeth Conrad, B Winona, Minnesota Denise Mary Courtney, B Chicago, Illinois Patricia Ann Crossen, B. Oak Park, Illinois Joan Crews, B. A. River Forest, Illinois Patricia Louise Craig, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mary Louise Curley, B. S. Chicago, Illinois Mary Therese Drazba, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Rosemary Ann Ekstrom, B. S. Chicago, Illinois Rosemary Deegan, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mary Elizabeth Driscoll, B. A. Roclcford, Illinois Elizabeth Lois Emmett, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Jean Grace Dougherty, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Therese Ann Dunne, B. S. H. Ec. Chicago, Illinois Marguerite Louise Enright, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Blanche Reeve Foley, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Dorothea Feeley, B. A. River Forest, Illinois Marie E. Geniesse, B. A. Green Bay, Wisconsin Patricia Frances Feen, B. A. Glen Burnie, Maryland Alfia Marie Giannasi, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Geraldine B. Gorman, B. S. H. Ec. Belvidere, Illinois Elizabeth Jane Gillen, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Audrey Agnes Greeley, B. A. Elmwood Park, Illinois Marie Ann Golubski, B. A. Grand Rapids, Michigan Barbara Joan Greene, B. A. Wheeling, West Virginia Mary Frances Hanley, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Joan Frances Heck, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mary Jeanne Guare, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Adele Therese Hanna, B. A. Maywood, Illinois Patricia Jean Heinz, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Audrey T. Halm, B. S. Oak Park, Illinois Mary Ellen Hayes, B. A. Green Bay, Wisconsin Loretta Virginia Hellyer, B. A. Elmhursi, Illinois Margaret Ann Hennessy, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Frances Mary Hoffman, B. A. Freeport, Illinois Jacquelyn Rose Kane, B. A. Chi cago, Illinois Anne Hines, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Geraldine Huesing, B. S. H. Ec. Chicago, Illinois Catherine Karmazin, B. A. Oak Parle, Illinois Joanne Hipelius, B. S. H. Ec. Chicago, Illinois Naomi Ann James, B. A. Haugen, Wisconsin Barbara Rita Kelly, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Mary Ellen Kevlin, B. A. Ch icago, Illinois Elaine Genevieve Lenzini, B. A. Chicago, Illinois ■ Alice Therese Malloy, B. S. Oak Park, Illinois Joan Lillian Kirchen, B. S. H. Ec. Chicago, Illinois Mary Jeanne Long, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Marie Dolores Marczykowski B. A. LaSalle, Illinois Joan Frances Lawley, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Winifred Joan Maher, B. A. Barring+on, Illinois Jean Anne Marston, B. A. LaGrange, Illinois Patricia Agnes Micetich, B. A. Summit, Illinois Mildred Therese Meersman, B. A. Moline, Illinois Corinne Mary Mesce, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Rosemarie Moran, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mary Agnes Milota, B. A. Park Ridge, Illinois Patricia Ann Monaghan, B. A. Elmhurst, Illinois Margaret Mary McGivern, B. A. Marcus, Iowa Catherine A. Murphy, B. S. H. Ec. Wheaton, Lois Ann MacDonald, B. A. Chicago, Illinois nnois Suzanne Marie McGowen, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Mary Therese McKee, B. A. Maywood, Illinois Jean Marie McSweeney, B. A. Rockford, Illinois Nancy Jane McGrath, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mary Jean McMahon, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Sharon McTernan, B. A. Morris, Illinois Dolores Therese Novislci, Marion, Indiana Irene Kathryn Pawlowski, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Patricia Marion O'Donnell, B. A. River Grove, Illinois Barbara Anne O'Reilly, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Florence Theresa Phelan, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Nancy Olechowski, B. A. Elmwood Park, Illinois Charlotte Anne Osadjan, B. S. Berwyn, Illinois Beatrice Mary Plouf, B. A. Faribault, Minnesota Patricia Ellen Poole, B. S. Port Washington, Wisconsin Margaret Marianne Reeb, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Mary Ellen Robinson, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mercedes Quinn, B. A. River Forest, Illinois Gloria Anne Rheynard, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Elizabeth Ann Rover, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mildred Pauline Radocha, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Mary Jo Roach, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Mary Frances Salerno, B. A. Berwyn, Illinois Joan Catherine Scanlan, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Jeannine Therese Sheridan, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Joan Lois Schaefer, B. A. Sioux City, Iowa Eleanora R. Schwann, B. M. Ed. Fond du Lac, Wisconsin Catherine Marie Smith, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois Alice Anne Stewart, B. A. River Forest, Illinois Phyllis Jean Stapleton, B. A. Freeport, Illinois Margaret E. Stoeckinger, B. S. H. Lexington, Kentucky Barb ara J. Steber, B. M. River Forest, Illinois Patricia Jean Sweeney, B. A. Oak Parle, Illinois Mary-Alice Wallach, B. A. River Forest, Illinois Mary Elizabeth Wenzel, B. A. Appleton, Wisconsin Janet Tidmarsh, B. A. Milwaukee, Wisconsin Anita Webster, B. A. Chicago, Illinois Georginne B. Wilkes, B. A. Byron, New York Mary Lou Venne, B. A. Escanaba, Michigan Mary Rooney Weigel, B. A. River Forest, Illinois Paulette Dorothy Wilkin, B. A. Oak Park, Illinois ILJ( I IQ$1 1951 was the Golden Anniversary of the establishment of the St. Clara College at Sinsinawa, Wisconsin. In the year 1922, Saint Clara College was moved to River Forest, Illinois, and its name changed to Rosary College. Since the days of the in- fancy of the college great strides have been made in its growth. Today Rosary College stands as a great tribute to Our Lady, to whom it is dedi- cated, and as a great monument to those who conceived it, and to those who are carrying out the work of their predecessors — the Dominican Sisters. It is a great honor to have the Golden Anniversary of the founding of Rosary College come in the last of our Golden Years. SPONSORS Dr. and Mrs. Albert R. Bunta Mr. and Mrs. Thomas P. Burke Mr. and Mrs. Earl F. Bush Mr. and Mrs. Bernard P. Collins Mr. and Mrs. Edward F. Condon Judge and Mrs. D. Walter Conway Mr. and Mrs. Raymond J. Courtney Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Curley Daguerre Studios Mr. and Mrs. John R. Deegan Mr. and Mrs. Walter JOrazba Mr. and Mrs. L. Alva Driscoll Mr. and Mrs. Patrick J. Dunne Mr. and Mrs. John J. Feeley Mr. and Mrs. Edward F. Feen Mr. and Mrs. John J. Foley Mr. and Mrs. Sidney E. Gorman Mr. and Mrs. Michael A. Greene Mr. and Mrs. Edward N. Heinz Mr. and Mrs. Arthur L. Hellyer Mr. and Mrs. Martin F. Hennessy Dr. and Mrs. L. E. Hines Mr. and Mrs. James L Hoffman Dr. and Mrs. I. L. James Mr. and Mrs. John D. Kane Mr. and Mrs. Joseph J. Karmazin Mr. and Mrs. Anthony J. Kirchen Mr. Arthur C. Lenzini Mr. and Mrs. Frank B. Auer Mrs. Eugene Carteaux Mr. and Mrs. Igino Cinelli Mr. and Mrs. Thomas H. Crosson Mrs. David Emmett Mr. and Mrs. Joseph E. Enright Mr. and Mrs. Levi A. Geniesse Mr. and Mrs. Edward T. Gillen Mr. and Mrs. John H. Greeley Mrs. Norbert P. Hayes Mr. and Mrs. Francis N. Heck Mr. and Mrs. J. Frank Kelly Mr. and Mrs. William F. Lawley Mrs. Joseph A. Marczykowski Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Moran Mr. and Mrs. Harold W. Maher Mr. and Mrs. Arthur E. Malloy Mr. and Mrs. Timothy E. Marston Mr. and Mrs. Carl Mesce Mr. and Mrs. Edwin J. Milota Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Monaghan Mr. and Mrs. Joseph McCabe Mr. and Mrs. John P. McGoorty, Jr. Mr. and Mrs. John C. McSweeney Mrs. William J. McMahon Mr. and Mrs. George McTernan Mr. and Mrs. Edward Noviski Mr. and Mrs. Luis O'Neill Mr. and Mrs. William Poole Mr. and Mrs. Carl A. Reeb Mr. and Mrs. James M. Roach Mr. and Mrs. Albert Scanlan Mr. and Mrs. Thomas L. Schaefer Mrs. Albert T. Schwahn Mr. and Mrs. John V. Smith Mrs. Eugene Stapleton Mr. and Mrs. Clarence L. Steber Dr. and Mrs. Joseph A. Stoeckinger Mr. and Mrs. S. R. Venne Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Wallach Mr. and Mrs. William M. Wenzel Mr. and Mrs. Gordon E. Wilkes PATRONS Mr. and Mrs. Donald S. MacDonald Mr. and Mrs. William P. McGowen Mrs. James G. McGrath Mr. and Mrs. Joseph P. Mclnerney Mrs. Edward F. MeKee Mr. and Mrs. Robert A. O'Reilly Mr. and Mrs. William J. Phelan Mr. and Mrs. Edward J. Quinn Mr. and Mrs. Paul Radocha Dr. and Mrs. D. K. Robinson Mr. and Mrs. Murray T. Rover Mr. and Mrs. Harvey J. Tidmarsh Mr. and Mrs. Joseph P. Wilkin Mr. and Mrs. Otto A. Witte