Rosemont College - Cornelian Yearbook (Rosemont, PA)

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CLASS HISTORY Yes, group, our history is a full one. The memories are C0l1r1tleSS-S0 mlleh more than mere Credit hours, Certificates, and degrees. And they're such crazy, funny little things . . . like that awful, lost feeling during the first week away from the family. We felt like writing five letters home each day. But then personalities and friendships began to emergeg and finding that our own entertainment assets were not at all below par, we applauded the members of our own class-Ginger, Jose, Buh, Ginny, Eileen, Mudge, and Kathy. The best babies of the class were Til, Ruth Saul, and Eileen Dougherty, while as first lady of '52, we elected NHHCY. With mixed emotions we attended the first tea dance. Result? Yes, there was a Villanova rush, and just about everyone went to their Soph COtil1i0r1- And then there fOllOWed our Hallo' we'en Party and It's Only Anne Madden in a Gilded Cage . . . the thrill of a transformed gym at South of Nowhere . . . K.T.B.'s poetic gems , , , the cigarettefbridgefargyle mode of existence. We Went home happily at Christmas time, and Sally Peabody returned with an engage- ment ring. Our Retreat with Monsignor Sheen was a truly memorable experience. Contrary to ex' pectations, life actually did go on after semester eXamS, and We remember Tishafs engagement , , , Our Lady of Fatima . . . badminton in between times . . . Nancy in Cyrano . . . the demise of our tree . . . the excitement of Sally's wedding by proxy. June-and we reflected that Rosemont life was the tops, and the next three years promised to be really wonderful. We anticipated eagerly all that they would bring. Well, the Charleston was unexpectedg but we did catch on, and enjoyed Sophomore year in true flapper style. Tea House roots strengthened, but so did a growing responsibility and an awakened interest in activities. We gasped at the panorama of History of Civ, and shuddered at the thought of Logic, but felt truly destined as we chose our first major courses. St. Joseph's and Georgetown were on the horizon . . . our girls joined facobowsky . . . Vilf lanova serenaded at three A. M. There were fabulous parties over CarbinefWay . . . bouillon cubes and pipes at the T . . . a wonderful Mission Bazaar featuring -Patsy Borneo Bolich . . . gym suits on the highway . . . Reverie Parisienne. Christmas brought a much needed respite and a multitude of parties. With the new year came Retreat with Fr. Donaghy . . . Platonic idealism that was all too real . . . Onawa as a byword . . . a mass exodus to New York on the 17th ffirst time for Kevin O'Rothenheber!J. Spring was in the air and the flappers gathered in Connelly kitchen . . . we all helped Kathy with our own 23 Skidoo . . . Ann Claire gave an Ocean City party . . . we attended A Midsummer Nights Dream . . . Lindy received a long birthday gift . . . we changed our tassels at Commencement and be' came juniors. So much news in September! Our numbers were noticeably lessened-Ruth was a Notre Dame postulantg Leila was a Mrs., and so were Gloria Sanginiti and Isabelle O'Sullivan. Holy Year pilgrims had unforgettable experiences. We entertained our little sisters, and waxed eloquent over life at college. Rosemont said a sad goodfbye to Fr. Sullivan, and welcomed Fr. Falvey. English ma' jors talked of Sepulchre Plays, and History majors of supply and demand-at least they tried t0 We went rustic at Harvest Hoedown, and turned musical for the interclass hockey game. EmbfY0 teachers probed educational philosophies, and everyone looked into the matter of Evolution fOr Fr. Campbell. We felt like Cinderellas at Magic till Midnight. . Such were the events of our history. Perhaps it sounds helterfskelter when compressed like this on paper. True, it was fast moving and exciting, but deeper changes were taking place more

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1. ened, and united effort and enthusiasm became characteristic of subtly. Friendships were strength our class. We thought about the whole picture with more comprehension and purposefulness, and our appreciations were developed and correctly channelled. Such a development underlay and in. fluenced every activity. We rejoiced at the proclamation of the Assumption, and celebrated it with a living Rosary ervised student concertfgoing, while many an avid theatre fan rose in our midst. Nobody needed a diet after the ptomaine siege! Christmas vacation finally arrived and Carol Night, as usual, filled us with the peace and beauty of the season. We returned in '51 resolving many things and talking of even more things-Shirley's wed' ding, Bobby's engagement, Tisha's baby, and parties given by Kathy, Mudge, and Betty Uhl, Fr, Monaghan conducted Retreat while the snows came! Pat hostessed for jean Prendergast and Alice Welsh, and semester vacation again spelled Cnawa for many. We have memories of the Winter Whifl . . . partying the Good Shepherd way . . . the literal meaning of dayfhops . . . Kitty Fog' arty's best of all Valentine. And then, who will forget the most memorable flight of them all- Nancy's Peter, Mary's Nana, and Til's winning direction? The flu epidemic and recess of school saw a twentyfminute evacuation of campus, while Easter vacation witnessed the trip to Bermuda, and the engagement of Eileen Dietrich, Kitty Pent, Phil McCormick, Ginger Divine, and Jane and tableaux. Jose sup Baxter. Spring brought Spun Fantasy and the Chimes under Nancy Leyburn's expert guidance . . . Sleeping Beauty of Loreland with its corps de ballet . . . Barbara Freney's extreme ineptitude in class on a certain day in April . . . Alice's wedding. Entertainment was in order via the Hoya Crimes at the JuniorfSenior Dinner. Ro received an Alpine blue birthday gift which served not only for transportation, but many an overfthefsteeringfwheel discussion. All too suddenly june was here, and we were Seniors. A very busy summer preceded our final year at Rosemont, and all sorts of news items were heard. Til was in Europe and Joan in Mexico. Rusty entered,'l and Phil, Kitty, Sally, Lynnie, and Mary Mell were married. We heard tales of the counsellors at Jeanne d'Arc, of Mackey's engage' ment, of Mary at Nutmeg, and of Ro's slumber party. Too soon after Labor Day, our intrepid band of school marms began The Saga of the Student Teachers. Such was our summer, and thus did we come together for our Senior year at Rosemont. Our judgments were more considered, our purposes more crystallized, and our endeavors more earnestg nevertheless, the funnyfbone was much in evidence-witness Ebbie's funeral cortage at the Baby Party. Scandinavian accents blossomed, and helped to make Mama a hit. Student teachers finally stopped teaching but not talking. The changes in the comprehensive system were enough to start us shuddering, and Christmas vacation we vowed was to be a dedicated time--all for The Topic. Bur life went on, and we enjoyed a truly wonderful Heavenly Daze. With partying over, we settled down to serious work. The days flew by-we fasted during Lent, had a brief respite at Easter, and unbelievably survived the fatal two days, With Spring, 6211116 not only the ordinary doings, but special Senior celebrations that marked our final whirl. This time at Commencement, we added hoods to our academic attire, and B. A.s to our names. Midst all the confused feelings of final goodfbyes, promises, and last looks, we are certain Of one thing-the inestimable value of our four years at Rosemont. Not only did we gain in grace and knowledge and appreciation, but we learned the are of living together in understanding, enthUSiHSm, and love.