Towson Catholic High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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Mine! At last! Can ' t you see these senior officers exulting as they match their rings with Dick Cramblitt ' s? L-r are Mary Ellen Finigan, Richard Herbig, President Betsy, Gary Wolf- shelmer, Bonnie Lambert, Richard Galster, and Barbara Dalina. This Is one of the lucky shots that sur- vived Jim Rettberg ' s disaster when a burglar stole his cameras, our films — remember? We had planned that you would see us at the Ring Dance on Friday, November 1, when the Dellonaires played and we were quite posh. Fate stepped in in the form of a camera snatcher. Well, the 1964 Seniors are different, we all admit. 34

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v Homeroom Officers are, foreground: Dolly Davis, Nicole Bourque, Susan Bauer. Knee ng.- Timothy Pac, Michael Johnson, Ray Burrows. Seated: Justine Price, Fran Brune, Joan Casey, Frances Haffner, Michele Clayton. Sfanding: Peggy Poffel, Mary Young, Gus Grason, Henry Fiorini, Joseph Dorsey, Jill McEvoy. After the Instailotion Ceremony on September 18, the Student Council functioned in a varied program. Members sponsored the successful an- nual dance, performed duties in individual homerooms, promoted the honor system, and this year participated actively in the newly formed Student Council Union of Baltimore. TC ' s Student Council is not a dis- ciplinary body but a significant link which plans, discusses, and acts upon its decisions for the betterment of the school. 33

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1 ■ 1 ■ 1- i 1 , L • 1 1 The long-awaited moment has finally arrived. Austin Wallace watches seriously as Pat Toye receives her school ring from Monsignor. Richard Herbig assists. What dreams, triumphs, and happy memories may crystallize in a gleaming blue stone! Marilyn Cross ' joy is evident as she quietly admires her newest treasure during the assembly at which Monsignor graciously presided. Eight steps up was a tense climb. Then, a smile. Congratulations, a warm handshake, a small white package. Then, through a golden arc topped by a simulated blue stone. A door swung closed. The arc was a door . . . one yet many, and as one door closes another must open. So here. Eight steps down, but unnoticed. The auditorium seat squeaked as it un- folded, was filled. At last — a snap of the staple, the crinkle of paper and then — for a second— just a fraction of a minute — everything halted. The past, ho! the present stood still . . . the future stretched ahead. There gleamed a royal stone set in a gold bank engraved with symbols . . . a year, a challenge, a pledge. Yet the ring was a symbol in itself — the CLASS of 1964— The night of the Ring Dance would be filled with special moments — danc- ing to a favorite soft melody, beneath the ring, before the grotto; a whisper private between two; a joke shared by all; the March . . . But nothing would recapture that split second of realization . . . Seniors we are — Graduates we soon will be. — MEF TC It; ill always he the RING DAY ceremonies 35