Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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PROPHECY Yes, Anne, what is it? There is a Mrs. Edward A. Chandler to see you. She hasn ' t an appoint- ment, but she insists on seeing you. Mrs. Edward A. Chandler? I don ' t seem to recall the name. Have you any idea who sent her? She mentioned that she had been graduated from Sacred Heart College with you. Oh, well! That ' s different. Give me a few minutes to make myself presentable, will you, and then show her in. Mrs. Edward A. Chandler! It couldn ' t be Ridgy Baddour. Shortly after Graduation she entered Maryknoll. I always knew she would become a Missionary. ... By the way, I must remember to send her that package. Sweets are pretty scarce in China. . . . Pat Inabinet married Connor; always thought she would. He certainly made himself worthy when he became a convert. It was only the other day that I received a picture of her three sons, splendid boys, all. (I just hope the new baby is a girl!) That reminds me that I must stop in at Jensens and send her something. . . . Julia Stowe married her paratrooper — naturally! I imagine they are still living at Camp Mackall. Too bad the children are all girls. Maybe they will open a woman ' s branch of the paratroopers ! . . . Mary Jo Parrish, our class genius, has so much of the alphabet after her name that she had to have a special room built for her diplomas alone. Though she teaches Sociology at the Catholic University and is quite busy, she still has time to write heavy philosophical books. Did you read her last, The Philosophical and Intellectual Potentialities of the Pithecran- tropus Erectus? What next, I wonder? . . . Pat Mullen followed in her father ' s footsteps (that ' s one case of printer ' s ink flowing in the bloodstream!) ; and now, besides being the author of some really good novels, is the owner of one of the largest antique establishments in the South. . . Betty Haney certainly lived up to her reputation of ' Queen ' by winning the title, ' Queen of the Sugar Bowl Tournament. ' I am certainly glad that she and Bob finally saw the silver lining. . . . Olga Lopez Menendez y O ' Brien is now a great dancer and has her own studio for specialized dancing on East Fifty-seventh street — a long way from Cuba! As interior decorator I did my best to give her place the perfect setting for Olga. Sometimes I wonder whether it was just what she desired, though. . . . But that leaves only Jayne Graf ; and Jayne married ! Yes, she finally made up her mind, an d she had such a choice! Her better half must be — WELL! Jayne Graf! So you are Mrs. Edward A. Chandler! Jerry Osborne. Page Twenty-two

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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.

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the members of the Graduating Class of 1946 of Sacred Heart Junior College, being in the full possession of soundness of both mind and memory, declare the following to be our latest will and testament; and moreover, do affirm that all other documents given from our hand and relating to the same business, be henceforth declared null and void. To the Faculty we will and bequeath our undying gratitude and loyalty. To the Freshman Class we leave — the memory of us and as much of our charm and personality as we can afford to part with. This will carry them far: and the going will be easy — WE HOPE! I, Patricia Inabinet, to bequeath to Dorothy Robbins, my roommate, my ability to struggle to breakfast. That, combined with her own weak efforts in the same direction, will ensure her the first meal of the day during the coming school year. To Lydia and Eloise Diaz, I, Geraldine Osborne, do will my position as Queen of the Campused Club . (Get the reading habit, ladies, and staying at home will be lots more interesting ! ) I, Patricia Mullen, do will and bequeath to Mary Santos my technique with my Belmont man. (Guaranteed to work with any male of the species, Mary!) I, Jayne Graf, as runner-up for Campused Queen, leave my trick of dating in the parlor, regardless of consequences, to Jeanne Gill. (May she soon get up the nerve!) To Marcella White, I, Mary Jo Parrish, bequeath my intellectual ability, desiring that she, in her turn, will it to Sacred Heart for the upkeep of the College in general and the Sophomore Class in particular. . . . I, Betty Haney, leave my numerous love affairs, even the one-sided ones, to Jean Bowen and Lillian Burns. (They ' ll take some disentangling. but you ' ll enjoy them eventually.) To Barbara Rushing, I, Olga Menendez, will my dancing ability. (With a little more pep and this bequest, Barbara, you should get places. I, Julia Stowe, bequeath my friendly smile to Sally McNeil. (Use it often, Sally, and it won ' t lose its shine!) To Miss Dunn, I, Lucile Baddour, will my gratitude for the matter of her promptness with regard to reveille calls ; to Genevieve Trott, my roommate, I will the said calls themselves, hoping that her response to them will bs a little more prompt and more spirited than mine was ! Lastly, we, the members of the Coffee Club leave to our successors all our topics of discussion for the round table. This will add to the noise and confusion, but the interest arising will be worth it. Given from our hand, this day of May in the year of grace nineteen hundred and forty-six. Lucile Baddour. Witnesses: Jayne Graf Genevieve Trott Page Tiventy-three