Rosary College - Yearbook (River Forest, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1965 volume:

DmSI T- ARCH VIS RIVER FdfeEST. IllINOM Rosary College, River Forest, Illinois 1965 Senior Class of 1965 Dedicates PROLOGUE to Sister Candida because she conceives new ideas within old traditions because she is receptive to our thought and opinion because she eats Parky's in the rec room and din- ner in the Quadrangle Club with equal aplomb but mostly just because we like her. Administration and Faculty Sister M. Marcos. O.P. , Secretary; Sister M. Margit, O.P. , Admissions; Sister M, Anna, O.P. , Dean of Studies; Sister M. Liam, O.P. , Registrar. BUSINESS OFFICE: Sister M. Bri- gida, O.P. , Sister Marie Andrew O.P. THEOLOGY: Father Brady, O.P. , Father Kroeger, O.P,, Father Manchak, O.P. MUSIC: Sister M. Sarita, O.P. , Sister John Mary, O.P. , Sister M. Margarita, O.P. Cynthia McCallister, Sister M. Dominic, O.P. , Sister M. Gertruda, O.P. GLEE CLUB DIRECTOR: Gregory Konold PSYCHOLOGY: Dr. Ennmi Szorenyi ART: Sister Guala, O.P. , Gilbert Hancock, Diana Gordon, Mrs. Lester McCuIlough HISTORY: Eric T. Stevens, Sister Albertus Magnus, O.P. , Sister M. Gilbert, O.P. , Sister Martinice. O.P. SPEECH AND DRAMA: Jane Lampe, Jack R. Ramsey, Sister M. Gregory, O.P. , Robert Thompson. ENGLISH: Sister M. Cyrille, O.P. , Sister M. Julie, O.P. , Sister M. Jeremy, O.P. , Diane Horton, Sister M. Paul, O.P. , Sister Carolyn, C.S.J. , Sister Mary Aquinas, O.P. CHEMISTRY: Sister M. John Mark, O.P. , Sister M. Brandon, O.P. PHYSICS: Sister M. Bonaventure, O. P. , GEOLOGY: Mary Just MATHEMATICS: Sister M. Job, O.P. , Sister M. Colum, O. P. , Sister M. Philip, O.P. ECONOMICS: Sister M. Thomasine, O.P. . Norman Carroll. PHYSICAL EDUCATION: Mary Alice Brennan, Pa- tricia Straessle BARBARA TUCKER Class President Speech and Drama DORIS RAHE Class Secretary Spanish Class Officers KATHLEEN GARDNER Class Vice-President Economics MONICA McCARRIER Class Treasurer Chemistry DOROTHEA MACINA Mathematics Quit tickling. CARMELA THILL Sociology MARY ALICE CAREY English MARIE DiFRANCESCA Sociology ANGELINE MOLINARO Italian INEZ LEE HO Biology SHEILA DUI IN HELEN McSWEENEY GOGGIN English Speech and Drama DONNA HAHN Mathematics LEONA CERNY French PATRICIA S. KADISH Speech and Drama KATIE VICARS Economics DENISE FARR Hoifie Economics CATHLEEN CONLEY Sociology ANNE SMITH French ROSARY COLLEGE ARCHIVES RIVER FOREST, ILLINOIS am Student Nuns Sisters Mary Assisi (English), Jonathan (Art), Rene (Spanish), I. B. V.M. Freshman Year The class of '65 came partly to Rosary and partly to Chicago which was the home of gangsters, cultural advantages, and up until two months before school started, had one of the lowest drinking ages in the country. The school itself was covered with ivy in the best tradition of the Ivy League as we were quick to point out in letters home. But even in the first burst of enthusiasm, we would never have guessed that we were enrolled in the Vassar of the Midwest, if we hadn't been told. It was the year that Cardinal Meyer with his Number 1 license plate came to Rbsary to dedicate the new dorm and we were all really excited to be visited by a Cardinal till we found out that he came every year for graduation. Not everyone could be expected to know where everything was the first week. Some people couldn't find the showers, and some couldn't find the freshman smoker. But those that did find the smoker found that others had found the smoker which was founded not to be found. But it was still a good place for a couple hands of bridge in the middle of exams. It was the first class schedule with FREE time in the middle that was supposed to be used for serious study, but usually found us learning bridge or clamorously preparing for the next class that was only an hour away and us with two hours of work to squeeze into it. Orientation dragged us to the library once a week, through one little open door. Inside were thousands of books neatly catalogued in the A-1 system of the Library of Congress which made the Dewey Decimal System (which we had almost mastered) useless.. The reserve shelves were interesting but a little scary with all those funny colored cards that obvious- ly meant something to someone because you couldn't take them anywhere. Then there was the periodical room which we'd been told about but never shown with the result that we knew about it but never could find it which was a shame since the PMLA, the micro-film reader, and the NEW YORK TIMES back issues were all lovingly housed there in alternating issues. It was the year of the tunnels . . . when we any fool could see that the tunnel leading to the Rumor had it that the school was built on an und alternating theory was that the tunnels had been nels, could spring be far behind? That was the year that no one was al- lowed to visit after 8PM and lights had to be out by 10:30- -a ridiculous rule that soon occasioned such diversions as twisting in the john with the radio propped on the sink and girls studying in the shower stall, and freshmen seated around the ping-pong table late at night. Late light cards disappeared for awhile but mysteriously found their way back when dire consequences were threat- ened. And doors fell off their hinges, and the bacteria count in the swimming pool would have had a PLAGUE rating if anyone had ever stopped to measure the germs exist- ing on four girls and one Father West all thrown into the pool fully clothed. ent outside to the science building because science building couldn't possibly go there, erground river but this was never proved. An built under water. But with water in the tun- And it was the year of Notre Dame mixers attended with supreme hope. There was the Halloween party in the dining hall, rigged out like a French cafe, and costumes that grew more glamorous as we grew less reserved . . , though no one could top Dracula Pielsticker as she floated down North Ave. munching a geranium with Eric the bat snarled in her hair. Tea times began as interesting adventures but as soon as we managed to smoke a cigarette, balance three cookies and a coffee cup, grip a program, and shake hands (ail at the same time), the thrill was gone. That was the year that decorating rooms took on a bizarre (literally) note as final exams first crashed down on our unsuspect- ing tousled heads . and we were allowed to smoke TWICE after 8 PM. Brown University (at the risk of their scalps) traveled to the midwest. s G A B It was the year that Came- lot found a natural home in the social hall and a big name band hit the small time. The entertainment intro- duced for the first time Mau- reen O'Keefe and Carol Smith combined. It was the year that College Day was really a picnic , , and the incomparable SONG ON A RIVER cast managed to raise a blue ox in the dorm with no one even suspecting where the extra food went. and we all sang Moon River in a very special way. and Mary Rausch sang Moonlight Gambler to pret- ty, perky Beowulf Condon Sophomore Year That was the year that a lot of kids didn't come back. Late light cards were a thing of the past, as if it made any great difference in the way we studied. Of course, for some reason, it took us three times as much time to do the same amount of work. New phones made it possible for us to get more phone calls. Phone booth stuffing was never the rage, because the phone booths were so large . . Big enough for a chair if we only had chairs for them. It was the year of the major card, when everyone was still pretty sure that she knew what she wanted to be. But it was also the winter of our discontent. Catalogues from other schools flooded our mailboxes, but in the end, only a couple of schools gathered the transfers. But mailboxes were for other things than catalogues . . . always there was the hope that somebody owed someone right here a letter. And mailboxes were the first things visited when girls got out of class. It was the year of the Cuban Crisis (so we were in communica- tion with the outside world) which saw grave faces staring at each other across radios and television. It was the year of res- ident bulletins — items of paramount importance — Mass, meal and vacation times; no sandals for classes, close drapes after 8p. m, , and put the cat It was the year the Sophomore Shenanigans took on the air of real theatre with the first experimental musical tragi- comedy with socio-political- economic overtones: No Irish Need Apply. The reviews, written the day before opening, were raves. Once again, most of the class managed to get a hand in the action somewhere. .■'  « 1 . _.- I Girls were still getting married in town, where the rest of us could attend. College Day was on the calendar, but the finished product resembled a study day more than the picnic it used to be. It was our punishment, and we took it poorly. The theme of the year was apathy. Four articles in the Rosarian_ con- vinced a lot of us that if there was one thing we weren't apathetic about --it was apathy. But we weren't really apathetic, we were only biding our time until . , HBHHB Junior Year with the NSA dispute which saw members of our class on both sides of the firing line. Civil war had come to Rosary. Students and faculty were painfully aware of the lack of apathy, and the big debate-, was NSA worthy, and was the NSA co-ordinator a representative or a dele- gate. For many it was FRIBOURG and the rest of Europe . . , with an occasional side trip into the Middle East for the more adventurous, foreign stamps and fifteen cent postage for the ones who stayed behind to enjoy the trips vicariously . . and wine with the meals in Europe and beer after the meals for those holding down the fort. All night smoking privileges made it even harder for us to get our homework done . . . but 2 a.m. hen sessions make it worth- while. It was the year Time Out came into exist- ence, new colors in sweatshirts, and vol- leyball and bridge all together. The Grill had taken on a new face that couldn't help but brighten up the old place, but the Prophet Company was still in charge. In November President Kennedy was assassinated, and for once politics didn't enter the situation, as everyone sat in numbed silence. Other less grievous but just as final events occurred. Many girls cele- brated their last public birthday. After the golden age had been reached, there was no point in trying to look older . . . reverse process set in and girls took to jumping rope. We were in our major fields, often with a great deal of second sight that made most of us wonder why we never learned to type, and whatever made us think that we could be any good in the field we chose. It was the year we began to wonder if perhaps we hadn't run aground on sophomore slump which, if we had tried to graph it, would have had many of us running off the bottom of the page. It was the year we were told, We don't take food out of the dining room at home, but then at home we can go back later — and not find the refrigerator locked! PARENTS' WEEKEND was the new idea and the juniors ran it all the way. Parents went to class, ate in the dining hall, and were present for the birth of the . . . LAUGHING TAS-TAS. The Junior Prom -- really ours that year -- and off campus again. But many a fellow was more intrigued by the punch fountain than by his glamorous date. It was the year the social program was revamped — and the cry of the hour became . , , Civil rights was the theme for convocations end discussion. Everyone wanted to do some- thing . , . but no one could agree on just how to do it. Earnest conversation , . . backlash-, . , , and the Bill. It was the year of the Junior-Senior Luncheon, and a musical review o the class of '64 s happy old days at Rosary . Candle and Rose took on a new look as Juniors abandoned tradition along with the frilly dresses. White toned down the color but the gowns showed up well after dark. Twenty jets flew over to salute the ceremony — length- ening it while speakers patiently waited for their passing, and for the rasping microphone to quiet down before continuing their speeches. TAKE A CHANCE! Senior Year . . . . . , was the best one of all. Sister Candida became president. Sam and Emily became Coughlin and Power Halls, and Rosary decreased in little girl charm. . . . and three seniors were finally caught boot-legging coke but this time on the good-guys side. Student teaching found many of us getting up much earlier and much more regularly than we ever would have believed possible . . . for the chance to be the smartest person in the classroom. The theology department had a new head, and the senior classes embarked on a new course with Charlie Brown and Lucy helping Father Brady ex- plain the Hypostatic Union and mysteriously supplying the answers to the semester final. Mazzuchelli Restaurant had a rather ephemeral existence , but its demise provoked few groans of protest . The senior- faculty dinner boasted a unique seating arrangement that introduced faculty and students who had been mutually unaware of each others' existence . Halloween was the occasion for the first mixer in the basement of the science building . . . . . . the class of 65 still hanging on to that annual mixer which they had first claimed as sophomores . . . . . and the Halloween dinner climaxed by a new way of commemorating the Swinging Swan of Avon. Academic gowns made their first appearance with us in them, and we no longer dozed during convocations lest mortarboards land in our laps. November elections touched off heated debate as to whether we had a choice or a dilemma . Girls worked at the polls and many of us voted in our first election. It was the year the Econ majors went to Washington, and met Sargent Shriver, while other girls sat home and wished that Shriver would stay in his office and process their Peace Corps applica- tions . of K Y B D L. Christmas belonged to everyone, but the tree was all ours . . . right down to the cranberry and popcorn decorations. . . . and the Christmas show proved that '65 Productions had lost none of its charm. Departmental sweatshirts heralded George Lyman Kittredge, Leo Absolutely Strauss, and S. T.A, before the unenlightened world. Liturgical changes were the order of the day, the Communion rail disappeared, and many girls wondered if they'd ever have the chance to quietly participate at Mass again. It was the year of applications for everything - jobs, marriage licenses, Peace Corps, grad school - and all of them three pages long and single spaced. Second semester brought the No Bell system , though the mysterious bells and gongs heralding cloister activities rang with renewed fervor in the wee hours of the morning and during prime study times. Mardi Gras was peanuts on the floor, the Red Garter Band, and the friendliest mixer of the year. Graduation processes began early with in- ductions into the alumnae which had girls wondering how soon they would come back sporting their first mink stole. From then on . . . 6 5 65, a portentious-sounding date, marked the end of undergraduate work and some small measure of fun. 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