St Anselm College - Anselmian Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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JOSEPH WILSON The significunte of life is lzfe Itself. -Keyserling JOHN L. GARRITY A close mouth ratcheth no fliesf' -Cervantes Major: History Major: Mathematics, Summa Cum Laude Intramurals. Pres., Math Societyg Delta Epsilon Sigma, Rad: Clubg Red Key. Major: English, Cum Laude Business Staff, Anselmian. Major: History RUSSELL MAES As you know me all, a plain blunt man. Student Councilg Red Keyg Tower, Peace So- cietyg Business Staff, Anselmian. Shukespeare Marking the air with colors FRANCIS M. MURRAY ully spread. -Shakespeare Major: English Editor, Towerg Managing Ed., Anselmiang Re Key, Student Council. Major: History Layout Ed. and Staff Artist, Anselmian. DONALD GUILFOYLE There'x honesty, manhood, and good fellowshzp ther. -Anon O brave new world, that has such people in't.v -Shakespeare 3 ? 121 f JOHN W. NOGA ,

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lf? fi fb--5 , SS HITSTQQY HE TIMELESS years have passed and suddenly We are standing in silent re- trospection, contemplating the span of time that has been our college life. And as We do, a picture unfolds before us, a kaleidoscope of things that used to be. . . . In this book are pictures of St. Anselm's today. But in our mind's eye we hold more graphic onesg pictures of Sty Anselm's as we saw it four years ago when first we trod the broken turns of Shirley Hill .... Behind the administration building uprooted pastures awaited the new buildings .... Hilary Hall was still a dream . . . the swimming pool was a compliment to Pocahontas . . . the out- door stations, the shrine, the rock garden lay only half finished . . . and we parked our cars hap-hazardly on the broken pavement of the driveway . . . but we did have the creaky old Watertower . . . and the barn be- side the Studio . . . the ridiculously small caf,' and a one-room library . . . While on the football field the optimistic stands were slowly decaying . . . and cold, dank Con- sumption Hall was our auditorium. We hold clear pictures, too, of faculty members who have since gone . . . likeable Ted McConnon, who coached our teams when O'Connor and Hayes were breaking all frosh records .... We had conscientious Jim Man- ahan for English and casually attired Joe Lovering .... Mr. Sullivan's hilarious chem course and Mr. Vegelante .... Addis Daley's hat, cigar, rubbers, ego, and other curious aberrations .... Father Casimir with and without beard, but always the twinkle. Father Gerald and Dr. Furfee . . . the fabu- lous reputation of Father Bede, and then his tremendously dynamic vitality itself. Then there were those who started with us, stayed long enough to leave lasting im- pressions, then choose new directions .... Fol- lowing religious vocations now are Joe Mul- laney, our Freshman class president, John Connolly, and Joe Silva, he of the naive air and rapier-like wit .... We can still hear the booming laugh of Mort Hickey . . . and re- member the incomparable fjust ask him, Soc Scandalis? . . . Jim Barrett? . . . the in- ternational set: Prince Antoine de Bourbon, Joe Chang, Luis Laguette . . . and later Englebert Kirchner? And the compleat col- legian, Jim Murray? There were upper classmen, too, who couldn't fail to influence us . . . the organi- zers: Fred Battistini, Pat Eagan, the Bropll, Joe Ezyck, Don Jacques . . . the intelligentsia: Joe Ward, Frank Voci, Ed Lareau . . . the athletes: tiny Vin Martley, towering Russ Bastin, Rabitt, Tobin, Duffy, Kilrain, Hes- sion, Brown, Wecal, McKitchen . . . the actors: Walter James, the Reilly Brothers, Walt Bateman. As Freshmen our class was predomi- nantly veterans, the last of the post-war in- flux . . . but not overwhelmingly so . . . the combination of cool headed maturity and youthful enthusiasm gave it the means to progress, founding traditions and setting precedents .... Yet of those first days four years ago, it is the little things that we re- member . . . the first Mountie Social and our introduction to the legend of Hungry Hill . . . our enthusiasm and originality in the frosh election campaigns fwho was that dark horse? J . . . marching in the James O,Neil homecoming parade behind our Drill Instructor, Frank O'Malley .... An unex- pected vacation when a sleet storm disrupted the power. A ire alarm couldn't have cleared the dorms faster . . . and Stupid', the cross-eyed, double-pawed, High Street feline . . . Mr. Bert Colter's gigantic Glee Club, and one beat for nothing . . . our wonderful first retreat with Fr. Keenan Carey, C.P., a lesson in gentle humility . . . the amazing success of the minstrel show . . . the long struggles up the hill in this year of