St Marys College - Dove Castellan Yearbook (St Marys City, MD)

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fEfje Castellan 1948 SJ sy?3y?isaBH Bu?aMs riHJi3 Senior j ropli wheat ft The dawn of June 5. 1968. promised a hot and sultry day. Tucked in our bags were our tickets aboard the I ' SS Americana, which would carry us to the Dominican Republic, where we, Elaine Leach and Bette Ward, would assume our duties as director of public health and American Consul for the capital city of Cindad Trujillo, respectively. We have just stepped from our train in New York ' s Grand Central. With a few hours left before sailing time, we decide to look about the city, primarily to satisfy our epicurean desires, so earnestly cultivated since our days at S.M.S. Strolling up Fifth Avenue, our attention is attracted by a most ostentatious sign, Ye Olde Country Cafe. This ringing a familiar chord, our womanly intuition urges us to advance beyond the threshold. At this point we are greeted with open arms by our old S.M.S. Classmate. Andy Andrews, for she and her little monster are now the proud parents of a whole chain of restaurants. In the confusion and excitement of re- union, menus were mislaid so we naturally order pine- apple pie and coffee. Once more attempting to hasten Father Time ' s prog- ress, we pause in our sojourn to take in a matinee. Characteristically ignoring the marqee, we slip grate- fully into our seats in the darkened theater, only to be abruptly returned to the moment at hand when ten minutes past the appointed time the curtain rises, re- vealing the star as none other than our own Betty Bald- win. Between acts we hurry backstage to reminisce with another of the Seminary ' 48 graduates, only to find also there awaiting the appearance of the prima donna, her ex-roommate, Mary B. Wessels, one of America ' s foremost young scientists. Mary B. also finds time to capture the hearts of New York ' s dashing playboys and give piano concerts for charity. Declining the tempting invitation to join them at cocktails, we slowly wind our way through this fasci- nating city only to suddenly halt in front of an impos- ing edifice housing the Institute of Shy Athletic Blonds. A trifle amazed at so bold a caption, yet un- daunted we enter and are welcomed by an efficient and charming receptionist . . . she can ' t be, but she is . . . Doris Thompson. Following the initial shock of reunion, once again, now completely entangled in red tape, we finally are allowed to enter the hallowed halls of the director of this novel institution. ... 7 Boner, now Dr. Joann Boner. B.S.. A.B., Ph.D., M.S. We learn that the nucleus of this profession was formed at S.M.S., due to a certain lack of cooperation from a certain Academy plebe. A bit tired from the day ' s excitement, we trudge wearily back to our hotel and buying a paper, we al- most immediately see a very familiar face on the front- piece . . . why, it ' s the first account and inside story of the secret confines of Gloria Cauood ' s laboratory. Gloria, according to this report, is conducting research in the manner of the ancient alchemists. Turning to the society section we are again startled to see our old classmate, Babs Ross, only the name is no longer Ross, but Sheats, she and the better half are flying to the Hawaiian Islands on their second honey- moon, if our report is to be believed. Glancing at our watches we dash to the pier, just in time to . . . whew! We made it! Deciding to stroll on the promenade deck, we see ahead of us a curious collection of passengers, apparently surrounding one central figure. Approaching this quaint little group . . . realization dawns ... for we see Betty Critzer painting in her best surrealistic manner . . . not a cover for the Signal News, but alarm clocks and baseball bats in the mode of Salvador Dali. Again succumbing to the thirst drive we enter the lounge, when immediately we sec, surrounded by a bevy of otherwise innocent females, none other than Frank King fascinating these beauties with his tales of how General King won the war single-handed. Passing away a few tranquil hours gazing at the calm blue ocean, we proceed to the dining room and are seated adjoining a table set for 13. In the middle of the first course, the party occupying this table arrives. Why it ' s Marcie Prince and Skip and their own inimit- able football team, otherwise known as Mr. and Mrs. Norris Pilchard Sterling, Jr., and family. The skyline of Miami comes gradually into view — our trip is more than half over, but our gallant little band pauses momentarily to wave to Jane Pitchford and Dot Throckmorton still basking luxuriously on the sands — a long way from the St. Mary ' s shore. Lunching on the patio of a Miami restaurant, memories of dear S.M.S. again return to us through the medium of Joy Dench, now a glamorous fashion model attired in the latest resort togs. Dashing up the gang plank, we pause for breath, astounded, for an additional passenger has boarded the ship in the course of its short stop over at Miami. George Lowery, no less — having left Fred industrious- ly constructing a bridge across the Atlantic, she has turned her undivided attention to the organization of an international Commercial Day. Tired from our strenuous day, we walk listlessly down the corridor, but we stop abruptly before an open state- room door and see Dr. and Mrs. Ross MacCauley, who are bound for the tropics — the doctor for the benefit of humanity, and Mrs. MacCauley. the former Mary Jane Shepard, known to her Seminary classmates as Shep, because she heard that it is possible to acquire

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194S Ctc Castellan yoJ- MiMMjasHuaoauyoiio - m s$ m w? 55 .s? »»; disposition to Joan Lee, a wonderful roommate and a swell friend. I, Joy Dench, gratefully bequeath to Ginger Borg- man, the Marine Corps — she can have them ; and to Lucy Anne Parlett, my little sis, the best of luck. I, Margaret Fowler, hereby will the office of Vice- President of the Senior Class to Ginger Borgman; my good times with the Marines at the U.S.O. to Pat Mahone ; an atlas to Kip Valentine to guide her on her trip around the world; and to Lee Ribble, my room- mate and friend, a pict ure of Ralph in the hopes that her dreams will come true. I, Vivian Gabler, will and bequeath to Bertha Stone my hugs and kisses in the hope that they bring her someone as nice as Mike; hockey season to Gertrude Horsmon; and to all the Sem-Fems a happv married life. I, Frank King, will to my friend and partner in crime, my fatal charm and way with St. Mary ' s women to Eddie Crouch, and my parking space to anyone who wants it. I, Elaine Leach, will the office of treasurer of the Senior Class to Norma Lee Mason and to Elaine Symons a hand at the bridge table every night after dinner. I, Minetta Lowery, alias George will the Presi- dency of the Commercial Club to one who is interested in Business; to Nupie Baumann all my good times at St. Mary ' s; to Trish Hayward my good figure. I also will the mimeograph machine to J. J. Rose, and to Nupie and Trish I give a lifetime interest in a tea concern. I, Josephine Nicodemus, to Ginger Borgman my seat on the Court in the hope that she will be lenient in dealing with the Juvenile Delinquents, and to Betty Chandler my ability to get to breakfast on time. I, Jane Pitchford, hereby will my ability to under- stand the workings of our Federal Government to Eddie Crouch ; and my suntan to Rachael Early so she will not have to work so hard. I, Marcie Prince, will and bequeath my Saturday nights and seat on the U.S.O. bus to Anne Dennis; my basketball membership on the Board to Virginia Burnside, and my ability to conduct French Club in French to next year ' s President. I, Barbara Ann Ross, known as Babs, hereby will the office of President of the Athletic Association to my friend, Emily Manlove, with the sincere hope that she gets through the year without gray hair; to the Inquiring Reporter on the staff next year a long list of subjects, plus a good ear for use at the Keyhole ; to my room- mate Kip Valentine, I say Bon Voyage in the hope that we will meet again soon. I, Mary Jane Shepard, hereby will the Vice-Presi- dency of the Athletic Association to Mary Beth Early in hopes her arithmetic is good ; to Anne Dennis, my little sister, my ability to pass history tests, and to Norma Lee Mason a watch to keep track of the time on Sat- urday nights. I, Anne Smith, known better by Smitten, leave the Presidency of the Senior Class to Rachael Early with hopes for a Christmas Bazaar, and to the Junior Class I will my sophistication to split up as they will. I, Dorothy Throckmorton, will gratefully my love of horses to Jean Dixon; my ability to play basketball to Elizabeth Thomas; and my math book to Andrew B. Shorter. I, Bctte Ward, hereby bequeath the Secretaryship of the Senior Class to Patricia Hayward, my ability to play bridge to Sally Turner, and my apple honey to any- one who lacks eighteen cents. I, Mary B. Wessels, leave my musical ability to Nancy McClenahan; my sore feet to next year ' s hostesses at the State House; and my seat in the May Court to next year ' s representative. In witness hereof, we, the Seniors of St. Mary ' s Fe- male Seminary, Junior College, have subscribed our names and affixed our seals on this 5th day of June.

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1048 Ctje Castellan y05-5MMMMro -3J -2P .m H-!MS-!Q OTMHW« ?- ' !0«?MMMMM an exceptional suntan in that region. Our destination is near at hand, for during the night. Cindad Trujillo, capital of the most romantic and mysterious island of the Caribbean is now upon the horizon. Hours later it seems, on horseback we are slowly riding through the hot, humid vegetation of this vicinity. Pausing to rest we hear voices, familiar in that they are speaking English in this otherwise Spanish- speaking land — upon closer investigation we see a num- ber of girls attired in immaculate white gym suits lis- tening attentively to orders given by an attractive dark- haired girl. Why, she ' s Pat Anthony — and Libby Davis and Dot Baroniak are in the group!! Overwhelmed, we learn that these former classmates have a controlling interest in a basketball team and are spending the sum- mer months here in training, preparing to walk away with national honors. Finally, the overhanging foliage gives way to the clear blue of the sky and the long sweeping veranda of a home completes the picture; but not quite, for standing on the steps is another friend of our Seminary days, An in- Smith, now Mrs. Edward Crouch, Jr., mistress of a huge banana plantation. Inviting us to spend a few days here, with the usual Smith enthusiasm, she ushers us inside, summons her house boy, orders refresh- ments, and naturally our conversation returns to our days at St. Mary ' s and she tells the latest news about several of our classmates whom we have not seen. A letter from Vivian Goblet who will always be Gabe to us, leaves no doubt in our minds that Mr. and Mrs. Mike Wright and the little Mikees have enjoyed their recent purchase of a new super Ford to its fullest extent. We, also, learn via the mail line, that Jo Nicodemus has returned to the fold. For she is teaching Home Economics at S.M.S., but she always manages to find time to accompany her girls to the U.S.O. on Saturday- nights. Still, one former Sem-Fem is unaccounted for — at this moment our hostess turns on the radio and our train of thought is interrupted by a pleasingly resonant voice, a voice we ' ve heard many times before, that of Peg Fowler, now an eminent psychologist and sociolo- gist. Knowing Peg, she must have a new slant on the subject. A brief glance 20 years hence has revealed to us so ' convincingly a fact that no one has ever been able to nullify- — the graduates of St. Mary ' s Female Seminary- have, in accordance with the aspirations of their Alma Mater, led beneficial, and enjoyable lives, enriched so much more by this common link, binding together the lives of each of the graduates of 1948. ft Senior Superlatives Most Popular Mary Jane Shepard Prettiest Patricia Anthony- Best Personality Mary Jane Shepard Most Likely to Succeed Joann Boner Best Sense of Humor Mary Jane Shepard Most Diplomatic Joann Boner Most Studious Gloria Cawood Best Dressed Ann Smith Best Dancer Betty Baldwin Most Vivacious Vivian Gabler Most Glamorous Betty Critzer Most Typical Sem-Fem Mary Jane Shepard Most Athletic Patricia Anthony Contributed Most to School Joann Boner Best Posture Joann Boner Most Loquacious Betty Baldwin Quietest Doris Thompson Best Actress Betty Baldwin Best Figure Patricia Anthony- Most Industrious Barbara Ann Ross Most Musical Mary B. Wessells Most Creative Betty Critzer Most Mischievous Vivian Gabler Best Groomed Hair Mary B. Wessells