Worcester State University - Oak Leaf Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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Mary C. Walsh Omniscient and omnipo- tent . . . fearless . . . vocifer- ous and dramatic . . . staunch comrade. Class President 1, 2, 3, 4; Social Com- mittee 1, 2, 3, 4; Debating Club 1; I. R. C. 2, 3, Secretary 3; Music Appre- ciation Club 4; Newman Club 1, 2, 3, 4 64 Warner Street Hudson, Massachusetts CLASS OF 1948

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Jean F. Sullivan Casual wit . . . reserved . . . charmingly frank . . . scientific propensities . . . literary stylist. Class Treasurer 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2; Acorn 3, Literary Editor 3; Literary Club 1, 2; Geography Club 4; Newman Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Finance Committee 3, 4; Kappa Delta Pi 4; Literary Editor of the Oakleaf 24 Exeter Street Marlboro, Massachusetts Frances M. Sweeney Convivial . . . resolute . . . systematic . . . artistically creative . . . elfan sense of humor. Class Secretary 1, 2; Newman Club 1, 2, 3, 4; French Club 1, 4; I. R. C. 2, 3 317 Franklin Street Framingham, Massachusetts CLASS OF 1948

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Class of ’48 As we, the class of 1948, face an uncertain and individual future it is well that we pause briefly to remember and rejoice in the four years which we have spent together as a class. Never again shall we be together in quite the same unity of spirit and purpose. In the years that are to come we shall re- member these years: their fun, their sorrow; their dances, their exams; their joyous be- ginning and their dignified end. With fond remembrance of the past and bright anticipation of the future, we, the class of 1948, write this our history, that those who come after us may catch some- thing of the spirit of comradeship and com- mon striving which have made these four years memorable. “We Are The Freshmen, We Like The Sophomores” Singing our way into the first initiation week, the class of 1948 became recognized as a vital part of the college. It was on September 12, 1944 that we first entered S. T. C.; and soon after that we were braid- ing our hair and proving to the Sophomores and all upperclassmen and faculty that we were good sports as well as clever parody writers. When the inevitable Freshman exams were administered, we proved that we were good scholars as well. At Christmas time we gave a party for the faculty and honor- ed them with carefully selected gifts and original poems. March and St. Patrick’s Day found the class of ’48 again expressing their wit and artistic talents in a gala dance that will be remembered for shamrocks, tiny clay pipes, and Irish jigs. Not content with remaining silent for long, the class planned a Sing Song assembly for the spring with original parodies which were to become traditional with the classes who sang them. During our first year at S. T. C., the assembly hall had echoed to the voices of more than one of our class who took part in chapel programs. At the beginning of that first summer we lost our only man, Norbert Bernstein, to the U. S. Army. We sent him off with a dinner party and our best wishes for the future. In September we were to return a com- pletely feminine class. “We Strolled The Halls As Strangers, At S. T. C. In September” But that is all over now. As Sophomores we set about initiating the new Freshmen class into the mysteries of our success in college, and in giving seasoned advice about how to pass Freshman History and Biology courses. On Sophomore Day we presented one of the special musical assemblies for which we were becoming famous. More of