Ebb Tide, Vol. 1 No. 6 (May 1948)

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§ut:1-t cf?t::Ji1-tt:7.The Guest Register of Salve Regina College contains many memories of people who have left to our college a heritage that cannot me measured in monetary terms.

Some of them have left spiritual gifts, others have bequeathed to us a share in their own vast funds of knowledge; still others have increased the prestige of the college merely by visiting it and extending their best wishes for its success. Here-in are found the signatures of men and women from every walk of life-the bishop, the doctor, the lawyer, the baseball player, the housewife, and the society leader.

When we observe the first name in the Register, our hearts overflow with gratitude and love, for it is the signature of the beloved Archbishop Keough of Baltimore, former Bishop of Providence, to whom Ochre Court was first given, and who in turn, gave it to the Sisters of Mercy who founded the first Catholic College for Women in Rhode Island. Our debt to him can obviously never be requited in full. However, the Archbishop will feci amply repaid if we can establish a reputation for our college that will do justice to everyone who has had a share in founding it.

Other members of the heirarchy who have also signed our book are: Bishop Connolly of Fall River, Massachusetts, Bishop Boylan of Rockford, Illinois, Bishop Brady of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and Father John Hugh Diman founder of St. George's School, Middletown and the Portsmouth Priory. Not to be overlooked is the name of Father Francis Larkin, S. S. C. C., our first retreat master from whom many of us learned for the first time the beautiful ceremony of the enthronement of the Sacred Heart.

Too often our memories need refreshing on the subject of some lectures, but it is doubtful whether any of us will ever .forget the enlightening words of Michael Dorizas of the University of Pennsylvania, who gave us a bird's eys view of the state of the world, Mrs. Anna Brady, founder and director of Information Pro Deo and editor of the Catholic International Press who spoke informatively on Communism, Carol Jackson, assistant editor of Integrity, who capably treated the value of Cathlic Literature today, and Mr. Edward Weeks, editor of the Atlantic lHonthly, whose lecture on the Views of a Magazine Executive was as amusing as it was interesting. Our appreciation for these speakers has sprung from the general influence that their excellent talks have had upon us. (continued on page 7) .

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Our last week of classes as Freshmen is fast coming to an end. Just a few more classes, and then finals; on

June 4 th we all head home for the summer. Perhaps you've been too busy to give it any thought, but the first year we so long anticipated, is now only a page in life's book of memories. Let's take time off now to reminisce about those events in heavy print-the things that stand out most vividly in our memories. There's no better place to star't than the beginning, so let's turn back to Mercy Day. That was the day SRC opened formally. Do you remember, or should I say, can you ever forget, Bishop Keough, especially when he stood in the Great· Hall talking with us all so graciously?

We were off to the best start possible after this, and before we knew it, it was late October and elections were at hand. Just in passing, we might stop here to offer thanks to all the officers elected that day. To them may be attributed much of the success of our year. Thinking of elections brings to mind our Mission Queen, Eileen Schwenk, and the day she was crowned, when the Regina Players offered their production in her honor. Now let's skip to Hallowe'en. How about the Surprise Party we had at dinner by candle-light, which was repeated, to our delight at Christmas, St. Patrick's Day and Valentine's Day? Will we ever forget the fun it was to sit in the shadowy dimness of the dining room, and sing, and joke, and be so happy?

Our first social highlight was realized with the P. C. Tea Dance on December 4th. With lights low and a Cinderelly atmosphere, the Great Hall was transformed for an evening that is ce tainly one of our most memorable.

Just about this time, we were all getting really acquainted, and we were settled in the routine of books, bells, and homework. We glowed with satisfaction when our first issue of EBB TIDE came out on December 16. We had worked, but we were repaid royally in the end. December 17 th found rhe Great Hall a veritable kindergarten, if yc u remember. That was the day we had the Christmas Party for some of the Newport children. I don't know who had the better time, the little ones or the big ones.

It was just after we had returned from the Christmas Holiday that Mrs. Goelet came to tea. We were glad to hear that our very cordial benefactrix felt as though she was 'coming home' again. We hope she comes back often, even if it is just to 'stop by' in the familiar surrounding of Ochre Court. (continued on page 4)

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When one sits down to write an editorial, all kinds of thoughts go ricochetting through the mind. You have a subject you wish to enlarge upon, you concentrate, and sometimes the ideas that come seem truly amazing. Light never dawned in precisely that manner before, but how, you wonder, could you ever have overlooked it!

Just now, while sitting at the typewriter reflecting Published monthly by the students of Salve Regina College on Mary and her "special" month May, a phrase-just Newport, Rhode Island one little group of four words-seemed to be spoiling concentration; "Vessel of Singular Devotion", the Litany Editor-in-Chief Patricia Byrne '5 1 of the Blessed Virgin says, "Vessel of Singular Devotion".

Associate Editors We use that particular title for Our Lady of the blue Rita Belanger '51 -catherine Hogan '51 Jean McAuliffe '51 cloak every day at May Devotions, but for some reason, Art Editors Ann Marie Cotter '51 Norma Haronian '51 Mary Reidy '51 until this moment, it never meant as much as it should to me. Maybe it's because, like most Catholics, I don't wonder Staff Reporters Eleanor McGrath '51 Camille Henault '51 Jane Mycroft '51 enough about the terms used in our prayers. We all seem Theresa Walsh '51 Patricia Whalan '51 Patricia Dooley '51 to take them too much for granted. I know I did, and it Joan Danis '51 Jean Judge '51 wasn't till this minute that the realization of what had CirctJlating Manager been missing swept over me. But instead of continuing Mary Quinn '51 with these vague reflections, let me tell you what I mean . .

Typists Frances Bridgeman '51 Eileen Quinn '51 To be a "Vessel of Singular Devotion", Mary had to be a perfect lover. Her trust was perfect. Her union with Christ's heart, her union with his work never suffered the ~ionÂŁÂŁ'L1. slightest jar of discord. Jesus made his friends. He devoted How our hearts swelled with pride as the wise and much time to them, taking time also to spend with His touching voice of our beloved Bishop Keough pro- disciples, and she never complained. He left her to carry claimed us "the pioneers". We thought of the pioneer on His "Father's business" and Mary adjusted her daily women of our vast and glorious country and felt a living life so that it was in perfect harmony with her Divine bond with these, our courageous ancestors, hoping with Son's. She lost "self' utterly in him, giving all, asking all our beings that we would live up to their fine example. absolutely nothing in return. She Loved, a true, deep, It gave both faculty and students of Salve Regina a kind worth-while love, as love should always be.

It isn't merely a question of feeling; never just a of lift-"the pioneers"- someone extra special that would "passing fancy" thing: "Love envieth not; dealeth not be remembered always. is not puffed up; is not ambitious; seeketh not perversely; But, as usual, the inevitable happened. Each new her own; thinketh no evil; beareth all things, believeth visitor, be he priest or levite, senator or laborer, male or all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love female, white-haired and benign, or childish and lisping, has dubbed us "the pioneers" with truly extraordinary never falleth away: whether prophesies shall be mad~ feeling and gusto. We must confess that after a while it void, or tongues shall cease, or knowledge shall be desbecame a little boring. The thrill was definitely missing troyed." That is love, the ideal of love as realized by Mary, and one detected a "the song is ended but the melody the kind of ardor we should examine and aspire to in our lingers on" feeling pervading the atmosphere. The mere own sphere of activity.

Of course, some will remind us, Mary's love for mention of the word brought suppressed groans, up-lifted eyebrows, those "must they" glances, plus many other Jesus was the very height of human emotion, escaping the forms of these few listed "signals" from whoever happened bounds of man's capacities and scaling the ladder of grato be around and listening. The lack of originality, we dation to Divinity. This is most certainly true. H er love was second only to that of Jesus for His Father, which thought, was unbelievable!

It wasn't till now, late in May, as the days grow was manifested in Mary's spouse, the Holy Ghost. Our longer and vacation time is just around the corner from natures make such devotion literally impossible as far as exams, that we came to an important realization. Our our friends, neighbors, family, and those that at the visitors couldn't have said anything else, for that one present time are in the "more than family" classification word and its accompanying implications is true! ! ! ! are concerned. We do realize that, but Mary is our exWith the ending of our first year, we. see again the aura amplar. By :lOt letting our love be bound to earth any of glamor and mystery and feel a certain humility that we, more than is necessary, by giving it freely and in its entirety, in future years, will be looked upon as the nucleus of a we can reach the pinnacles of human ardor. renowned, mighty college.

Hitch your wagon to a star, to Mary, the Star of the May we live up to the great tradition of pioneering, Sea, and though in this life you never reach the ultimate and in particular, Catholic pioneering, which has gone of perfection, you can and will be pulled up a little higher (continued on page 9) towards the glorious firmament of living, loving saints.

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LLtE~a~y Lt:adt:~ ~pt:ak1- to ~tucknt1Mr. Edward A. Weeks, Editor of the ATLANTIC MONTHLY, famed literary magazine, who is also heard through a weekly radio broadcast, spoke to the Student Body on Wednesday, May nineteenth. The "fortuitous circumstances" that enabled him to join the ranks of such esteemed edirors as James Russell Lowell, William Dean Howells, and Ellery Sedgwick, were interestingly presented by Mr. Weeks, and a brief history of the ATLANTIC, so high in literary prestige, was traced. Mr. Weeks stated the purpose of the magazine as it was enunciated by its founders: to concentrate the efforts of the best writers in literature and current topics, under the guidance of moral principles. Entertaining sidelights, enhancing the lecture, mcluded a discussion of the writing techniques of Emily Dickenson and the first contributors to the ATLANTIC; an analysis of the plan of La Guardia's unfinished autobiography, now running in the magazine; articles by George Santanyana and George Bernard Shaw; and the necessity of being in a position to present the latest possible news.

"Formerly," said Mr. Weeks, "the magazine was 'made up' beginning with the lead article, and progressing to the back. Today," Mr. Weeks continued, "the first article, the lead, is frequently the last to be set up."

To the regret of the Faculty, Student Body, and various guests, Mr. Weeks was not able to hold the us ual informal reception after the lecture, as the car was waiting at the entrance to whirl him off to the one o'clock train from Providence. Salve Regina keenly appreciates the visit from this distinguished Editor and hopes to welcome him for a longer visit on another occasion.

Aside from the fact that loafing is my pet pastime, I firmly advocate it for the numerous beneficial results which accrue from it. Of course, like every other worthwhile hobby, there is an art in employing it to perfection.

One simply ::an't decide to loaf with no well formulated plan. For example-one who makes up his mind to spend an afternoon in high-class loafing must first rid the house of people (people are apt to create disturbing r.oises-particularly when speaking), he must surround¡ himself with comforts-possibly food and drink, he must attire himself in comfortable clothes-this is essential to the creation of an atmosphere, and last and most important-he must establish a beach-head in the most relaxing chair in the house. The atmosphere is complete for scientific loafing.

From then on the development will be rapid-speaking naturally of mental and not physical action. The ideas, the theories, the inanities that you will ponder upon are liable to assu me staggering proportions. What a wonderful way to exercise the intellect! Without moving a muscle you can become "king of the armchair philosophers", simply by letting your thoughts have free rein.

It's hard to picture Father Dillon sitting still long enough to be cast into a typical setting-he's so alive.

Somehow, an attempt to catch his mood and person and hold it would be about as static and unreal as a portrait of a bee, lounging in a satin, honey-combed chair. But if I must-in order to produce an accurate canvas-then perhaps I can see him best tilted back on the springy desk chair in the familiar green-tapestried room, a copy of Father Farrell's COMPANION TO THE SUMMA poised before him. His cassock is black, as you'd expect, and comfortably neat, topped by a spotless Roman collar that only shows in the front. His shoes are shined to a steel-like \uster, especially at the heel. You can particularly notice this when he paces from the desk to the windows facing the breakers during a burst of eloquent instruction. But it's all in his face-his character, I mean. The sincerity, warmth, candor, reverence, and sportsmanship are reflected irrepressibly on his handsome, ruddy countenance, even when in a moment of understandable despair at our ignorance, he expresses regrets that he hadn't gone in for dentistry before he came to us. His eyes are brown, I think -not the type you'd ever call limpid pools because they're much too alert-and he has what a friend of mine chooses to call "crows' feet" at the corners. Father has a sort of restrained grin that sometimes gives him an embarrassed look when he smiles, and this, coupled with his eyes, composes his most engaging feature. His manner, much like his walk, is resilient and characterized by a mature ease, and his entire personage has an air of flexibility about it that would remind you of the consistent, soft swell of surf on a warm summer's day. ' at er Dillon is not the type who would tell you abo ut himself. Reticence, being one of his virtues, would perhaps be to some an obstacle to discovering his other virtues, at first. But his reticence does not carry over into his classroom lectures or sermons. When Father talks on the subject dearest his heart, his Religion, or conceivably that next nearest to it-the time he spent as Navy Chaplain on the "W asp"-words seem to spill from his mind fas ter than he can give them articulate form. His sm-

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The whule trouble with anticipation-nice as it may seem-is the fact that it rushes things so. Honestly, who would have thought that night last February when we sat in the Lounge, talking in the most distant terms possible of "that formal" 'way off, that we'd live to experience the day. It took us by storm, left us devastated with pangs of regret at its passing, and now has lapsed comfortably into the veiled beauty of a memory. It just doesn't seem fair ...

Girls, gowns, and Galihads "tripped the light fantastic" in varied fashions, but each formed a unit of a lovely entity. Gaiety and mirth drifted, and permeated the atmosphere as heavily as did "Chanel Number Five", "Woodhue", or "Suivez Moi"-and even the clouds had to stop crying to give us a smile. The night was star-studded, our hearts were light as lemon-meringue pie--but time wouldn't stand still. The breath-taking event of the dance came and went in a whirl of excitement, loveliness, and in the person of Frances McGuiness, when she was selected to reign as Queen of the Court Cotillion. Remember . . . as she stood in her shining white gown, with a crown of flowers on her Fair tresses . . . she kept saying in a very small voice, 'Tm so happy" . . . and so were we. The Grand March, especially when we walked down the Marble Staircase, was so impressive, I would have given away my term paper for the gift of bilocation, to be able to march and still view the entire procession. But we really didn't have to survey the evening's highlight to sense its beauty . . . we could feel it. It's the sort of thing that makes you tingle all over and you just have to know . . . Anyway, that's how it happened-and now it's all over. Our Court Cotillion isn't the kind of dance we'll ever forget. You see, it's written indelibly in the diary of our hearts and there's no chance of mislaying it. It will always be with us-it's a comforting thought.

Of course, the last five or ten minutes of class always drag, but it's the months that come and go so fast. The second month in the New Year crowded about us before . we knew it, and brought\..with it the day that is written . in red letters in every college--Cap and Gown Day. We ¡couldn't help being impressed by the solemnity of the investiture, everyone returned\ {rom the altar looking so seripus and mature, in the classic garb. As our school year progressed, so the church year entere~e penitential season of Lent. "Crown of Thorns" was, by far, our most successful production, the dramatic portrayal, bringing our Lord's passion so much closer, making it more real.

Friday, April 30th!!! Need I say more? The Court Cotillion that we had waited for so long passed'-s6~ uickly once it came. Any description, insufficient as it! would necessarily be, could not add to our memories of that p ::rfect evening. A change from the social to the spiritual brings us to our first celebration of World Sodality Day . .Let us hope that this beautiful ceremony was as gratifying to our dear Blessed Mother as it was to us, her children.

May 16th brought an afternoon long anticipated by all here at school, the Tea in honor of our parents.

The rain which was pouring down from dark ominous clouds danced on the window panes like the staccato movements of a sylph-like band, while within our sequestered farmhouse the fire in the hearth blazed like a roaring inferno as the tongues of fire licked hungrily at the huge logs.

We were all settled rather comfortably in some well worn chairs, when the tranquility of the moment was shattered by the continuous ringing of our antiquated telephone. Dad, :who had been napping, cast aside the newspaper which had served as a very profitable deception for his forty winks, and dashed to the kitchen with the speed of a deer in flight. From where we sat, Mother and I could not decipher the mumblings coming from the room, bur when we finally ambled into the living room we both could see traces of agitation on his face.

The caller proved to be none other than Mr. Schneider who was considered our closest neighbor, though he did live two miles down the road. We only saw him on very rare occasions and from the looks of things this was going to be one. It seems that he went to town for a load of grain, and before he could return his rather primitive car had broken down. Mr. Schneider had asked Dad if he would tow him home before the jalopy floated away. Dad, being a friend in need, was getting ready for his rather hazardous journey when I approached him to ask him whether I could go or not. My powers of_ persuasion were put to the test and I passed successfully.

Though I was dressed in a slicker and rain hat my fanciful imagination pictured Dad as a knight in shining armor, and me as his little squire accompanying him on a very dangerous and exciting mission.

Our dilapidated Ford rumbled down the bumpy road sounding like a frustrated airplane. At long last our candlelike lights ferreted out the figure of a man by the side of the road. W e skidded to a stop and went over to Mr. Schneider, who, by this time, looked like a mud turtle emerging from a long winter's nap. He looked very amusing standing there helplessly, covered with mud from head to toe .

I stood silently by as the two men struggled with a huge rope, which they finally connected to the two cars.

At long last everything was ready, and off we went into the night.

Dad, being thoroughly engrossed in his driving, appointed me a~ a lookout. It was my job to look back at the truck every so often to see that things were going smoothly and according to plan. I regarded my position as one of gre,-.r responsibility, and after glancing back at the battered truck, I figured the gloomy rumbling procession was safely returning home. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I remembered was drowsily rubbing my heavy eyes to find to my surprise that we were pulling into Mr. Schneider's driveway.

Home at last, I thought; then in one frightening moment I realized I had deserted my post. I swung around, and my bewildered eyes found not the object of our rescue, bur a long, thick rope dragging aimlessly behind.

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cf?t:ct:ption to thE On Tuesday, May 4, 1948, Sister Miriam Francis, 0. S. F., educational director at St. Joseph's Hospital in Providence, gave a lecture on nursing as a profession. Miss Jane Moore, a student nurse in her second year of training, and Mrs. Hatton, president of the Rhode Island League of the Nursing Association, accompanied Sister Miriam Francis. Miss Moore demonstrated the articles she always carries in her nurse's bag, also acquainted the students with the experiences in the day of a student nurse, and answered all questions asked her by the student body.

Miss Catherine Cooney of the Children's Bureau for Social Service in Rhode Island, was introduced to the student body by Miss Eleanor Testa on Wednesday, May 5, 1948. Miss Cooney spoke on the opportunities for women in the field of social service and acquainted us with its various branches and departments. She also stressed the desire for college graduates in work of this type.

GUEST REGISTER (continued)

Guests whom Salve Regina is proud to number among its visitors include--Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt, a leader of Newport society for several decades, Mrs. Stanley Reed, wife of Chief Justice of Supreme Court Reed, Lady Winifred Elewes of London, England, Ernest Boissevain of Middle Court, Newport, and Virginia, A. Pena, of the Philippines whose trip to the United States was sponsored by the United Nations in order that she might observe Social Welfare Agencies.

The truly grand surprise of the year was provided by the visit of Johnny Pesky, shortstop for the Boston Red Sox, and Maurice McDermott, promising young rooky pitcher for the Red Sox. No list of prominent men to Salve Regina would be complete without the names of Mr. Emil E. ]email, city editor of the Newport Daily News, Mr. Henry C. Wilkinson, who is the publisher of Ebb Tide, the Honorable Edmund W. Flynn of the Supreme Court, and a member of the Advisory Board of our college, and Mr. John H. Greene, Jr., Clerk of the Rhode Island Supreme Court.

It is with appreciation for their thoughtfulness that we note the names of Dr. Edmund W. Pardee, mayor of Newport, who presented us with a historically important map of the City of London, and Mr. Cornelius C. Moore who has so generously promised a munificent gift to the most outstanding S. R. C. girl of 195 1.

Although the names of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Goelet are not written in the Guest Register, we cannot help but feel that they are there in spirit. Without them there would not even be a Guest Book, and certainly no college.

Our gratitude towards them knows no bounds, and they will ever be remembered as our benefactors through whose generosity we now have the Salve Regina College of which we are so proud.

dl!{ a7Lan dl!{ otfu:7hood d/-1.1-E.mb{y On May 20, the Faculty and students of Salve Regina held a reception for the generous donors of our Lady's Altar, the Mariam Motherhood Assembly. Sister Mary James extended a warm welcome to every member of the Organization. The Glee and Dramatic Clubs gave a very enjoyable program, after which, all adjourned to the dining hall. Benediction of the most Blessed Sacrament was a fitting close for the afternoon's reception.

Our first celebration of World Sodality Day took place May 9, 1948, at 3:30 P. M. The exercises were opened at an assembly in the Chapel, where the student body sang the opening hymn, Immaculata. The hymn was followed by Reverend Gerald F. Dillon, college chaplain, who enthralled those present with his sermon on the Blessed Mother, in which he traced the history of Our l ady's contact with mankind, from . the Annunciation to her apparitions at Fatima, Portugal, stressing the fact that "through Mary to Jesus" is our sole means of salvation in the chaotic world of today.

The student body, clad in white dresses and blue veils, formed a processional led by Jane Murphy, viceprefect of the Sodality, to the shrine of Our Lady of Fatima on the campus. Here they were greeted by a guard of honor from the Fourth Degree Knights of Columbus.

Reverend Gerald F. Dillon, assisted by Reverend Stephen K. Callahan and Reverend John Shea, dedicated and solemnly blessed the statue of Mary, which John and Joseph Durkin of Providence, R. I., had presented to the college in memory of their deceased parents.

As the sodalists sang Loved Mother, Lucy Roberts, Sodality Prefect, attended by crown-bearer Catherine Roach, and a court made up of the sodality board, Florence McLaughlin, Catherine Hogan, Patricia Byrne, Susie Price, Nancy Smith, Theresa Walsh, crowned the statue with a garland of pink sweet peas and white roses. Elinor McGrath, another member of the sodality board, then led the Act of Consecration in which both students and religious guests took part.

Everyone then rctturned to the chapel, where Eileen Schwenk presented a Blue Book of rosaries offered to Salve Regina's Patroness. At the close of the presentation, solemn Benediction was celebrated by the three priests.

PAST AND PRESENT (continued)

So many other events have happened this year, this very full year, that to do them justice would require the writing of a book. ¡ But we all will cherish our memories of our First Year at college, our own Salve Regina,-no amount of writing could make them nearer or dearer. It was a wonderful year, and we know now that everything we did was well worth our while. What does the future hold for us ? Let's wait, and hope for a repetition of our Freshman year, shall we . . . ..

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This essay may be styled "The Companion to the Commuter's Life". We too, lead a perilous existence although I will admit there is less time consumed in our journey from the first floor to the third than there is from Newport to Providence. But the temptations encountered while tripping up this deceiving flight of stairs are no less deadly than those encountered by the commuter.

Going up I meet some very innocent-looking girls coming down.

"Come to the show," they say.

But being the strong character that I am, I pass them by with a courteous, "No, not today. " "Othello" has yet to THE BENEFITS DERIVED FROM INTELLECTUAL LOAFING (continued) be read and the "Reformation" has yet to be written.

An interior enticement comes. I remember the candy Now you will all agree that intelligent loafing is machine way down on the first floor. I stand rooted to a much more enlightening and beneficial. To follow that spot on the second landing .fighting a battle to the death course, however, one must employ a trifle more exertion.

It's worth it though, for the effort required to read a good between my desire for candy- which would probably be book is minimized by the worth-while results obtained stale any way-and my good sense. Just as Good Sense from such reading. It is possible, therefore to loaf and deals a mighty blow at Desire and victory is in sight, at the same time to acquire knowledge; thus you derive another lass with a happy grin comes tripping down the stairs. double benefits. Try it sometime and see; I'm willing to She say.> very slyly, "You look awfully pale. (Imwager that you'll like this intelligent loafing. agine! Me, pale! ) Come out for a walk; it'll do you lots -JEAN JUDGE of good."

Didn't she know I had work to do-no, I guess she didn't, so I try to be very civil.

FATHER DILLON ( contimted) 'Td love to, honestly, but not today."

In an effort to avoid more inducements, I try rushing cerity hammers every syllable, and the spontaneity is remadly upward and on the top stair-crash! Another of freshing and inspiring. His candor smacks of a straightthose artful creatures with a beguiling smile. "Come to the forward nature--you can generally count on a frank social room and have a coke." Still I am strong and poanswer. But I think it is his reverence which would impress litely reply, "J have lots to do now, maybe later." you most. He is a true priest-a man of God sincerely "But come down just for ten minutes and study later. " devoted to his life's vocation and work. In the classroom, What difference would ten minutes make anyway?

Father is a man of varied temperament: now reserved, I have yielded to the temptation and gaily trip down the now dogmatic, now responsive, and sympathetic. On the stairs without a care in the world. The bright chatter and altar, his temperament is one: a strong reverence envelopes happy laughter coming from the social room is my downhim. His movements ¡ are deliberate and contemplated, fall. almost as I imagine he performed them for the .first time After spending a little more time than I had planned .. . his gestures are .filled with ~we and respect, never in this "den of iniquity", I again start to ascend the stairs. matter-of-fact and accustomed. Perhaps it is the way he Is that the bell I hear? No, it couldn't be! Not so soon! holds the Monstrance devorlt,l y in his hands, the quiet tone Why, I just entered the lounge a half an hour ago at the of his voice when he chants Benediction, the priestly inmost.

But to my dismay, it is the bell-I have wasted a tegrity of his actions-and it could be all of these things whole afternoon.

Who said the Commuter has a hard life? which have placed Father Dillon high above the ordinary ANN MARIE COTTER friend and adviser. His enthusiasm about little thingslike the time we thought he was the taxi driver and dashed PATTERNS through the doorway and he greeted us with, "Just call me Snuffy, the cab-driver!" . . . or the time we found his Green maple leaves lace shadows cast picture in the local newspaper under the caption, " .. the Across white lanes. Their fragile net sweetest flower that grows" and mercilessly leclhim to the Ensnares a sunbeam playing yet bulletin board to acknowledge hidden musical taldnt . . .

Beyond its bedtime now long past. or the grin that lights his face when we ask if we may caddy for him ... this is the way I remember Father Dillon.

A CALL IN THE NIGHT He is a newly-born tradition here at the College--a con( continued ) sistent friend, a sporting personality, a sincere counsellor, From that day forward I was not allowed to go with but still more, a devout priest. Great things in life are Dad on his calls in the night, but was tucked safely into foremost with Father Dillon, trifles are unthinkable. Three my little bed where the extent of my adventures was years lie ahead with him ... our fortune is manifest. limited to childlike dreams.

The New England Region of the National Federation of Catholic College Students will hold its annual worksh,:Jp at S. R. C. this year, June 22-25. Approximately thirty delegates representing all New England Colleges will attend. The main objective of the convention is to outline the blueprints for the coming scholastic year. Student planning, guest speakers, and social activities will constitute the much awaited three days.

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The Fifth National Congress of the National Federation of Catholic College Students was held April 22-25, 1948 at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Catherine Hogan, Jayne Mycroft, and Barbara O'Rourke represented Salve Regina at the convention as a part of the New England region. The Congress theme, Student's R esponsibility in the Community, was carried out by the student-delegates through commission panels, lectures, plenary sessions, and regional caucuses.

An assembly, at which our three delegates spoke, informed the student body of S. R. C. concerning details of their four-day session-details including both intellectual and "side-line" happenings at the Congress-which we would like to pass on to our outside readers but cannot, due to space limitations. It might be interesting to note however, that at one of the five plenary sessions, where resolutions were discussed and passed, the following "bill" succeeded in holding the spotlight for hours: "Be it resolved that the N. E. C. C. S. go on record as opposed to Universal Military Training". The pros and cons were thoroughly and rather bombastically debated and the votes finally went in favor of the resolution, thus illustrating the attitude of the majority of Catholic college students in 1egard to this subject of National and International tmportance.

On Sunday, May 16, a precedent was established at Salve Regina College, when the Faculty entertained the parents of the students at an afternoon Tea. This informal reception was one of the outstanding social functions of the year; it strengthened the bond of alliance and friendship that exists between Faculty, Parents and students.

Amidst an atmosphere of splendor and dignity, GLEE CLUB Mother M. Hilda extended a warm welcome to the guests, On June 4, 1948, the Queen's Choristers will fittingly and congratulated them on giving their daughters an opportunity of being members of the first class at Salve bring the Freshman college year to a close by singing the Regina. She voiced her pride in these girls, students of Missa Pro Pacem at a High Mass celebrated by Reverend the first Catholic College in Rhode Island for Women. Gerald F. Dillon in the College Chapel. Miss Geraldine With enthusiasm she looked forward to bright days ahead, Walsh will sing the solo, and the Glee Club will be accompanied by Sister Mary Rosina, R. S. M., faculty director and a larger student body.

After this address a varied program was presented. and moderator. As it will be the feast of the Sacred Heart, The Glee Club sang "Break, Break, Break," "Espana," hymns in His honor will also be rendered by the entire "Kentucky Babe", Ti Prego." This was followed by the in- student body. terpretation of a modern dance by a group from Mrs. DRAMA TICS CLUB Archie Dailey's physical training class, and the verse choir The Choral Speaking group, affiliated with the Regifrom Mrs. Gardner Dunton's dramatic class gave choral na players closed the Dramatics Club's successful season selections. by performing first for the Parent's Tea on May 16, and The students then escorted their parents to the spa- secondly for the Marian Motherhood Tea on May 20. cious and ornate dining hall where tea was served.

Due to the instruction and guidance of Mrs. Gardner The final exercise of the day was Benediction of the Dunton, as well as to the co-operation of our organization most Blessed Sacrament in the beautiful college chapel. members, the first year has been filled with progress and The student choir sang the Benediction hymns and closed accomplishment. We sincerely hope that our Sophomore, with the Salve Regina. ] unior, and Seqior years will aid us in developing even The memory of this joyous day will always linger further along the road of theatrical endeavor. in our minds and will fill our hearts with a sense of DISCUSSION CLUB gratitude that will increase during the coming years at One of the most interesting features of the school Salve Regina. year has been the weekly meeting of the Stella Maris PIONEERS . . .

Club. In the course of talking over such interesting sub(continued) jects as Catholic Education, Alleged Prejudice of the before us, and add another jewel to the crown of that Chttrch, and Equal Education as a Basis for Marriage, we venerable pioneer, Mother Catherine McAuley of our own feel we have broadened our knowledge on topics imbeloved Mercy order. May she rest in peace, with the portant and necessary in the worl-d today. know ledge that her reputation is in capable, enterprising, We are grateful to Reverend Gerald F. Dillon for and industrious hands. his staunch support and helpful advice as moderator.

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The frantic fear which possessed Ellie McGrath, oldest among her roommates, the night of the prom, lest Somehow May, which brings with it the last weeks she appear too young.

The innumerable cokes which Irene McCarthy has of the school year and the literary, rippling, laughing waves of this year's final issue of Ebb Tide, seems like the the power to consume.

How Claire O'Donnell's appearance undergoes such proper time to pause and reflect on the eventful days of a drastic change when spectacles and scarf are added; and our first year here at S. R. C. In retrospect we see the faculty and we feel their her insistence on studying history.

Franny, the beautiful Queen of our Freshman Formal. warm welcome and their eagerness to satisfy our many The battle which Mary Sullivan has with herself each wants; the breath-taking golden beauty and ornateness of morning in regard to getting out of bed. our College and the peak of joy, our lovely Chapel. Our The touch of home dormitories, so different which Susie Price's from any we had ever "Sumer is icumen in" as you come to the close of your brother brought to her seen, so varied, so infirst collegiate year. September to June is a stretch of and to Gracie Woods. viting and so reminisdays, millions of minutes, but not long enough for all you How Flo Mclaughlin cent of the glory of wished to do. Now is the Pentecostal season, the time loves to tease and keep other days. As we look of bursting leaf and flowering bud; of light and love and all her victims in susout, we see the beautiful grace. You, too, have sown and watered. May God in pense. Blackmail on a tree-shaded campus His loving Providence give the increase. small scale. sloping down to the Scholastically, aims have been rather well realized.

The fun which Jean cliff's edge, and then the Adjustments had to be made, and you adapted yourselves McAuliffe had cruising broad and glorious exeadily to college conditions, attacking the hard problems, around Newport in the panse of ocean, our accepting the results, working steadily for improvement. family ca!". beautiful Atlantic. But Socially, the usual campus events have been carried out Yes, we all rememmost of all, I think we efficiently and active participation taken in conventions So 'til we meet aber. remember the friends off campus.

Spiritually, practical devotions have been esgain, come September, we made; those who tablished that you plan to make part of your daily lives. the tide at Ochre Point shared the beginning of You consecrated your college to the Immaculate Heart will ebb and flow many our college life with us. of Mary and the Sacred Heart of Jesus. and the breaking times, Each has left behind And so, may you recall the scene as you leave it now waves will murmur in something which makes on the eve of summer-a castle by the ocean, a campus plaintive tones, "We her different from all . . carpeted in green, the everlasting susurrant sounds of m1ss you, gay p10neers the rest. restless wind and waves, r~ c reflection of moonlight on of S. R. C." Remember: moving waters, the images of sentinel shrines off the pathThe day Ann Dore ~ ways to college entrance--your college. The very names found herself with a deof these dedicated shrines are prayers: Salve Regina! crepit bed.

Most wonderful of all Ave Rex! Hail, Queen of the college! Hail, King of our The perilous walk on are words, and how they hearts! the cliff which Eileen, make friends one with Jerry, Franny, and Eddie Goodbye, Girls, a pleasant summer! We await your another, being oft assotook once upon a weekreturn in the fall. ~nd. ciated, until not even Nancy Smith, Joan l, SISTER MARY ]AMES, R. S.M. obituary notices them do Arnold , Frannie Mcpart.-0. HENRY Guiness, and "Hi, Dog". \ Joan and Jean, the two "Sadies" from Fall River.

(P7-c:1-c:ntation1The original rendition of 'Three Blind Mice" which Our Federal and State Flags were presented to Salve Mary Cahill had such a hard time struggling through.

The unique laughter of Mary Reidy, "The Turtl P" . Regina College on Tuesday, May 4, by John H. Greene, Jr., A letter which Norma Haronian wrote and which president of the .Sons of Revolution in Newport, on behalf of Senator Theodore Francis Greene, president of the was accidentally mailed to Jerry.

The 10,800 miles and the 27 Y2 complete days of Rhode Island Society of the Cincinnati. Sister Mary Jam~s , travelling which the day hops did during the sch<;>ol year R. S. M. accepted the flags for the faculty and Miss Cathaccording to statistics recorded by Mary Lou McGreevy. erine Hogan recognized the present~tion on behalf of the .

A young man from Yale University who calls himself student body.

Lee. Ask Eileen Quinn for particulars.

A beautiful, graphic map of London, bequeathed to The habit which Ann Pansera has of leaving every- the College by the late Mayor Gladding, was formally thing around ilnd the frequent times she has become a vic- pre~ented by his successor, Honorable Edmund Pardee, on tim of Ellie Testa, the official collector of articles lost and May 12, 1948. Sister Mary James expressed appreciation misplaced, nor does Miss Testa ever forget to collect the for the gift and Miss Frances Bridgeman paid tribute to imposed tax. the late mayor.

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