St Anselm College - Anselmian Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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the record snowfall .... Spring, and the soft- ball leaguesg Day-hop-resident competition with the Dorm B boys the perennial favorites . . . Fathers Thomas and Herbert were or- dained . . . and then vacation. It wasn't difficult to leaveg there was so much more time. As Sophomores, we came back to find fresh concrete heralding the construction of Hilary Hall . . . now, too, we were accus- tomed to the annual appearance of Bob Sav- age . . . and proud too .... Brother Ildephonse celebrated his Golden Anniversary and we wondered and felt a bit more humble .... Frank Logan winning two prizes in the Stu- dent Relief Drive .... We howled when we were told that we had voted the price of coffee up to a dime . . . and then we failed to contribute enough for a new statue for the newly completed outdoor shrine . . . and Ray Maras made up the difference . . . the residents joyfully moved into Hilary to finish out the year . . . and again June was at hand. . . . We left again and were not sorry, for there were still two years left. Our Junior year opened on a note of sadness with the passing of Brother Ilde- phonse. Eighty-four times we heard the bell strike, as it tolled the age of one whom most of us knew only as a cheery old monk who missed the boys during vacations . this also was the time of the renewed Freshman Orientation programs . . . and the annual retfeat with Father Francis Ryan whose im- pact still echoes in student memories . . . this year the Junior Weekend was our major effort . . . and we made it worthwhile. . . . We left quickly that June for our biggest year still lay ahead. And it was our biggest year . . . in it we had the midas touch . . . activities went off smoothly . . . a new healthy spirit was growing in the underclassmen . . . the basket- ball team gave us our sweetest taste of vic- tory . . . Billy O'Connor set new records . . . We were moving at such a pace that even Korea seemed far away . . . until the reserv- ists began to go . . . and then we heard again the tolling of the bell . . . for Father Hubert, to whom we have dedicated our yearbook. It seemed we were caught in the fluidity of time . . . it was spring already . . . the ac- tivity for graduation . . . The Senior Ban- quet fwhooshlj . . . the Prom . . . our last finals . . . the Alumni Banquet and the Post afterwards .... And then we were sitting in the sun, waiting for our degrees,' only half- listening to the speakers .... And that fin- ished it. And now we can only remember that which we were a part of, such a short time ago . . . the pines humbly accepting layers of careful snow in whispers . . . black capes whipping in the wind, as the monks walked to and fro in all weather . . . a shout on a sunny day . . . an arm gripped in sudden warm comradeship over a cool beer . . . faces half-remembered, rapidly fading . . . the hush of' the monk's cemetery amid the pines . . . the silver bell at consecration. We even hurried away on the last day, because we knew there was no more time . . . and we were afraid we might stop to listen for . . . Foot falls that ecbo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take. 519 ll ogfi' -'Q' J xii' w4 I

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