Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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COLLEGE SOPHOMORES Geraldine Anne Osborne Rochester, N. Y. Age cannot wither nor custom stale her infinite variety. Glee Club (1); Sodality (1); Assistant Business Manager, Sacred Heart Echoes (2 ' t Advertising Manager, GRADATIM; Class Prophet. Mary Jo Parrish Burnsville, N. C. Then give to the world the best that you have, And the best will come back to you. Writers ' Club (1, 2); Sodalitv (1, 2); Assistant Editor (1), Editor-in-Chief (2), Sacred Heart Echoes; Correspondence Manager, GRADATIM; Class Poet. Julia Henry Stowe Belmont, N. C. Her voice was soft and low, Gentle and sweet — an excellent thing in woman. Class Treasurer (1); Day Students Association (1. 2); Glee Club (1, 2); Social Affairs Manager, GRADATIM. Page Tioenty

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COLLEGE SOPHOMORES Betty Diane Haney Belmont, N. C. Modesty is a candle to thy many merits. Day Student Association (1, 2); Daughters of the Alumnae (1, 2); Glee Club (1, 2); Dramatics (1, 2); Bus iness Manager, Sacred Heart Echoes (2); Subscription Manager, GRADATIM. Patricia Mae Inabinet Charleston, S. C. A violet beside a mossy stone hath hidden from the eye, Fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky. Class President (2); Glee Club (1, 2), President (2); Sodality (1. 2); May Court (1); Snapshot Editor, GRADATIM. Olga Menendez Lopez Havana, Cuba A Cuban gift to us, costly and rare. Sodality (1, 2) ; Directress of Dances for May Day (1, 2). Patricia Boyd Mullen Gastonia, N. C. ' Tis the songs she sings and the smiles she wears That makes the sunshine everywhere! Glee Club (I, 2); Writers Club (1, 2); News and Feature Editor, Sacred Heart Echoes (1, 2) ; Literary Editor, GRADATIM; Class Historian. Page Nineteen

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CLASS HISTORY I. The Age of Innocence He who knoivs not, and knoivs not that he knows not, is — a Freshman. Pity him. On the eighteenth of September in the year of our Lord nineteen hun- dred and forty-four, we, the Class of 1946, entered our next two-year lap of life ' s journey as Freshmen — or, in other words, RATS ! And into the school from the street came tumbling Large rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats ... We almost took the school with our laughing, talking, and squeaking; but soon we realized the approaching danger and fled from the sophomores for our lives. During the first month of school we organized our class. Cay Mooney was elected our President, Dotsie Chandler, Vice-President, and Julia Stowe, Secretary-Treasurer. We played our part as freshmen, and we lived that first year to the fullest. Our days were crowded with classes and our week-ends filled to overflowing with parties and dances. There were Rat Court, our College Introductory Dance, the Pep Meetings at the Abbey with dances afterwards, our Freshman Bridge Party, the Abbey Formal. Then came the Christmas vacation. ... Back to school we came, each raving about her own special beautiful time ; back to exams and Retreat. With February came our Carnival, that joyous event where everyone seemed to meet someone new. Then came spring and with it May Day. There was much campaigning for May Queen. Nancy Jordan was elected by popular vote of the entire student body. The Festival was a huge success, and we all felt proud of the job we had done. And what is so rare as a day in June ... The Sophomores had reached their goal, and their faces beamed with delight at the prospect of graduation. We gave them the best banquet ever enjoyed. The affair took place at Rozzell ' s Ferry. After the splendid dinner we danced until the wee hours at the Alumnae Formal. We witnessed the graduation of our beloved Seniors and realized with a sinking feeling that in one more year we, too, would be taking a last farewell of Sacred Heart. We resolved to make our last year the best and happiest of them all. II. The Great Awakening He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a — Sophomore. Pity him. Having thus drifted through one year of ignorant bliss, and having realized that we must either get to work or flunk, we suddenly came to a great awakening. We reorganized our class: Patricia Inabinet was elected to lead us through our Sophomore year ; Lucile Baddour was made Vice-President, and Jayne Graf, Secretary-Treasurer. The first of our important activities was The Razzing of the Rats. ( 0 revenge, how sweet art thou! ) In October we conceived the idea of having a Fashion Show. In December this idea became a reality, and what a reality! It was the first of its kind and it drew a huge crowd. Our last semester was before us. We realized that our days were numbered, and we found ourselves trying to crowd in all the things that would make this year the most wonderful of all. The days of joy and fellowship were fast drawing to a close. Having at last attained to The Golden Age , we no longer had to feign superiority of intellect, and for the first time we entered Sacred Heart we dared to relax our faces and be ourselves! Before commencing let us not forget to mention the wonderful party given us by the Freshmen. . . . The shadows of sadness and delight now lengthen into one of glowing light — the light of Graduation, which marks the culmination of a two-year dream and opens the door to a future in a world of peace (we hope), whose path is lighted by Knowledge, made easy by Understanding, and rendered delightful by Love. Patricia Mullen, Class Historian.