Trinity College - Trinilogue Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Tllrinitg ,Sanur randdauglittrs Una Bengs, Daughter ol lvlarguerite Donohoe Bengs, Class ol' 'iq Anne Connolly, Daughter ol' Mary Ceier Connolly, Class of A io Patricia Daley, Daughter of Irma Horton Daley, Class of Azz Nlary Catherine Harrell, Daughter ol Catherine Cowles Harrell, Class of ' Patricia Hayden, Daughter of lylercedes Phelan Hayden, Class ol 'zo fvlary Louise lX4cliyoy, Daughter of Ursula Goebel lvlcliyoy, Class ol' 418 Aileen fXflcCoyern, Daughter of Philomene Ambrose fXlcGoyern, Class of Marie Therese OBrien, Daughter of Sally Greene OBrien, Class of '1 1 liileen OAlX'lCHV21, Daughter of Eileen Smith Olvleara, Class ol ' IS l-eonore Tuclaer, Daughter of Leonore Taylor Tuclaer, Class of 'i 1 When we stepped into the marble us in stories, letters. old yearbooks, corridor for the first time, it was like and Kiout-of-this-world photograph stepping from a myth into a reality: albums. for many things of Trinity had lived for H48

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187 'cliriniluguz Staff EDITORIAL STAFF Lolita Beidelman Una Bengs Patricia Burns Cecilia Butler Marion Casey Gerlanda Chiacchio Ruth Dacey Patricia Daley PHOTOGRAPHIC STAFF Joanne Delaney Margaret Donovan Eleanor Hughes Mary Teresa Lynch Alice Lyons Alice Mulligan Rose Marie Rakela Aleese Smith Nancy Goldsborough Marie O'Brien BUSINESS STAFF Marilyn Hafner Ann Lynn Ruth McQuacle Helen McMahon Eileen Orsi Ruth Sheehan Mary Shipe jo Ann Taylor Ann Wagner

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A. 03955 ln September of '43 Trinity opened its doors to an aspiring Class of Gold. Cautiously we stepped into the marble corridor, glanced up into the expanse of the Vlfell and felt utterly lost. But before we had time to walk out the front door again, junior hands reached out to welcome us and soon we were absorbed in the activities of Freshman Week. ln a sort of daze we Hockecl from the infirmary to the library and upstairs again to the gallery. Tenta- tively, we smiled at each other and upperclassmen and made new friends. Then suddenly we found ourselves in the office of the Dean of Studies dis- may isturg cussing our academic pursuits in vague terms. lt was a question of prescribed and Uelectiveug and there was some talk of a Hmajorf' at which the eyes of the more literal minded widened with interest. After all, there was a war, wasnt there? Even before Freshman XVeel4 was over, Trinity tradition became a real- ity to us. A few of the tricks of the trade were meted out to us with the utmost secrecy by our big sisters. From them we heard of class days and the Well, Sodality Reception, and May Day. Beginning to feel a faint breath of that intangible thing called Trinity