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September 24th, Mercy Day, found us assembled in the chapel dressed in the traditional sodality white dresses and blue veils. Yes, we were celebrating the first anniversary of the opening of our college. It would have been a special day were we just celebrating the first anniversary-yet there was an added significance which lay in the fact that His Excellency our Most Reverend Bishop McVinney was celebrating Mass for the first t m:= in our college chapel. As he stood at the foot of the altar, he represented to us the personification of all earthly virtues, and the true Shepherd of our souls. The reverence in his offering of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass was inspirational to all assembled there. After the Mass was over, the Bishop turned to us and before he even spoke, he just smiled a smile that radiated throughout the chapel touching everyone, and bringing with it an air of friendliness and a sense of personal interest in each and everyone of us. Then he began to speak of the importance of our college education, and of the necessity for acquiring knowledge and truth. We have always known education is important. That is why we are here in Salve Regina. The earnestness and sincerity ringing in the Bishop's words, and his energetic deliverance of his message, made us realize more deeply how fortunate we are, and how we should grasp our present opportunity. When the Bishop finished speaking, there were many new ideas and seed for thought in , our minds. The realization of the true import of knowledge came to us fully-we had learned our first lesson of the school year from our spiritual leader and guide.
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A reception followed in the Great Hall on the first floor of the college. We had formed lines in a very formal manner, but the Bishop broke the air of formality at once, and put us at our ease. W e simply met him as a newly found friend, and his interest in us as a person warmed our hearts. One touch of genuine cordiality was his way of saying something nice about our home town or parish. ] ust a little touch that made all the difference in the world! And when someone s;ipj: ed and addressed him as "Father' in her earnestness to say "Your Excellency", his kind smile reassured her. As the gro up gathered about him later to sing the col l ege songs, his very presence fostered better singing. E e seemed so completely at ease and at hom e with us, that it was catching. His aA ro n Stu dio bility to make friends is one of the first impressions one has of Bishop McVinney. All good things must come to an end, and before we knew, it was time for him to leave. His first visit to our college was over-we hope there are many more to come. As we waved goodbye to him when he drove away, we thought of the ideals he had emphasized in his message to us. We thought too of his future visits to our College, of future classes who would receive that same kindly cordiality, but all the while we knew that no other occas ion would ever quite equal this first meeting and this first anniversary of Salve Regina. Thus, we ex tend o ur warmest congratulations, our assurance of prayers, and our sincere hope for many fruitful years to our Most R everend Bishop Russell ]. McVinney, as o ur guardian, shepherd, protector, and friend.
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Published monrhly by rhe srudenrs of Salve Regina College Newporr, Rhode Island
Edit or-in-Chief Parricia Byrne '5 l
Associate Edit ors Carherine Hogan '5 l Joan Danis '51
Rira Belanger '5 I Jean Judge '51
Art Jidit on Ann Marie Correr '51
Norma Haronian '5 l
Mary Reidy '5 1
Sta/J Reporters Eleanor McGrarh '5 1 Camille Henaulr '51 Jane Mycrofr '5 I Theresa Walsh '5 l Parricia Whalan '51
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~au. It was quite a struggle last year-although we enjoyed every minute of it--quite a struggle. Publishing Ebb Tide, we mean. Our staff started out with practically nothing, just ideas and plans for a little "sheer" in black and white. To combine Christian and pagan thought on the subject, only by the grace of God and a bit of extra prodcling from Old Dame Fortune were we able to succeed. Right through the second semester, questions in need of solution literally clogged our typewriters. January, February, March, April, and lastly, May-we worried continually about so many littl e things. A dependable printer, need of competent writers and typists, where to assemble our galley proofs, mounting expense, but each difficulty was surmounted through work and prayer shortly after we had encountered it. Most of these problems stayed solved too, due to the spirit of cooperation e manatin~ throughout our organization . There is only one we still have to faceEbb Tide is in need of subscribers and PAID subscriptions. The former, because we should like to feel that our work is being read and appreciated; the latter, in order to let our public know what Salve Regina is doing and can do. A very necessary part of printing and distributing news is money. We highly value moral support, look forward to a few words of encouragement, but, as with all publications, we must pay our bills. Past achievement is ours to treasure-the future depends on YOU -' .' .'
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It doesn't sound very nice when we confess it, but confidentially Freshman, your Sophomore "sisters" weren't too enth usiastic over your anticipated arrival at S. R. C. Not that we held anything against you personally, you understand. It was just a kind of feeling of ownership. We'd started out here at Ochre Court on September twentyfour last year-fifty odd of us-together. Fifty-odd individuals m erged together a short month or so after opening clay. We must say we blended admirably; forming an elemental spirit, a single will , an all united facade, with each and every member of the Salve Regina family wedded to one another "till graduation do us part". Harmony was our password, broken very seldom , and then only for the benefit of the "collective" good. "Collective good", we thought. And th en we sighed, for this little phrase would mean, well, tt(lice as much next autumn. We had gone through the earliest stages of college life by ourselves, disco vering, mainly by trial and error, what other under-classm en learn through Senior guidance. Now, we would do the same as Sophomores. edging step by step along the tricky precipice of intellectual and sociable knowledge. But we would have to stop and look back, count heads every once in awhile to see if the future inhabitants of Mercy Hall were following fairly closely in our footsteps. Sophomores are usually what one might call a neuter quantity. They're " in the swing", but not, for a few years, responsible for he! ping others to become acclimated. Salve Regina Sophomores would hc11!e to be different, forging ahead, still forming their own laws and traditions, in the meantime, taking care to see that the little Freshmen wouldn't get los t in the tussle. Why, we'd be almost living through two "organizing" experiences at once. It was a rather big job to be looking forward to. Can you blame us for a touch of trepidation? Not until you had arrived and we had returned "home" did we realize that our fears were entirely unfounded. Our Freshmen are not carbon cop ies of us, the "pioneers" at all , ( in fact, their very difference m akes them even more attractive), but they have the qualities, the elemental spirit, the singleness of will, and the united facade that make adoption into our family here at S. R. C. one of the most wonderful happenings in our very short history. At an earlier date, a welcome might well have been mere "lip service", but since we've had ; I ittle time to know you, Freshman, you've walked right into o ur hearts.
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Catf;ofic !Book '_(ai'lThe Marian Book Shop is sponsoring a second Catho¡ ' lie Book Fair and Authors' Luncheon in th e SheratonBiltmore Ballroom , on Saturday, October 2), 1948. A morning session for College and High School students will begin at ten-thirty a. m. , followed by the Authors' Luncheon at one-thirty p. m. The afternoon session at threethirty will mark the book fair 's close. Prominent Catholic \ authors will speak at each session. W arch the College bulletin boards for further details .
The summer interlude gave rise to much in the way of cordial greetings when Salve Regina opened its doors for the new school term. However, it is to the four new members of the faculty that we of the Student body wish to express a sincere welcome with the hope that their future days at our beloved college by the sea will be as gratifying and fruitful as their presence will certainly be to the Faculty and all the students. W e shall come to know these teachers most! y through contact in our classes. Sister Mary Constance instructs all of us who find test tubes and chemicals vitally necessary to our future careers. The click of typewriters indicates that Sister Mary Euphrasia means bminess. Any body going around with a Beowulf complex or endeavoring to decipher Chaucer is simply one of Sister Mary Jean's students who is absentmindly living her literature. The little Sister in white is none other than Sister Mary Aug ustine, our resident nurse and the decipherer of all the mysterious things we see under our microscopes.
9-atht:~ ยงa~dinE~ On Sunday evening, October twenty-four, at eight o'clock, Salve Regina College will be host to the renowned lecturer, Reverend Harold C. Gardiner, S.J., Ph.D., S.T.L., who will speak on Grahame Greene and Evelyn Waugh, Catholic Shockers. Grahame Greene will be remembered as the author of The H ectrt of the Jt 1fatter, while Evelyn Waugh penned Brideshead R evisited, famed war story, and more recently Th e Loved On e. An author himself, Father Gardiner has written the pamphlet T enets for R eaders and R eviewers, which gives basic standards for the moral criticism of fiction, and Mysteries End, dealing with the termination of the religious Medieval stage. In his capacity as Literary Editor of America, Father G ardiner has clone much to further criticism of current litera ture. As Book Review Editor he has inaugurated the American Book Log, the annual American Book Supplement, and the Annual Survey of Children 's Literature. Father Gardiner's background as professor, editor, and writer has enabled him to lecture informatively on contempo rary I iterature and current trends. We are indeed fortunate to have this critic come to our college, and we are certain that his listeners will value and appreciate his lecture.
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~tudEnt c!?Efit:( Campaign With the reopening of N. F. C. C. S. activity on the campus Teresa Walsh and Jane Mycroft have been appointed as co-chairmen for the Student Relief Drive. The drive is held in connection with the regional cam paign headqu arters , and is one of the most highly publicized projects of the National Federation of Catholic College Students, on national and individual campus level.
dVt:ptunE ~ 9-offLt::l Freshmen became aware of social activities at the college through Orientation W eek. This program ex tending over a period of ftve days acquainted them with the philosophies and ideals of college life. Sister Mary James, Dean, introduced the new class to the Faculty. The foll owing morning Sister turned the Student Body meeting over to the President of the Student Government Association, Miss Mary Quinn, who in turn introduced both classes to each other; later she and Miss Catherine Hogan gave short talks on the traditions and functions of the college. An informal party was planned for that evening in the cafeteria by Mary Quinn and Frances Bridgeman, with Theresa Walsh, Ann Crowley, Rita Belanger, Mary Cahill, Barbara O'Rourke, Barbara Brothers, Mary Reidy, Eileen Schwenk, Geraldine Walsh, Jayne Mycroft, Florence M cLaughlin, Ann Pansera , Frances McGuiness, Margaret Feye, Patricia Byrne, Lucy Roberts, Harriet Atamian and Eleanor McGrath assisting o n different committees, with the Faculty and the Freshmen as g uests. That evening a tradition of after-lights singing to the new class outside their building was found ed. Welcoming is not complete without initiation. Dressed inside-out, upsid e-down, carrying suitcases, wastepaper baskets, balls, one foot in a high heel and the o ther in a sneaker, all this was part of orientation. In closing the week, Faculty and Freshman were aga in entertained, this time in the Dining Room-A Freshman Tea-brought a rather chaotic week filled with schedules, introduction, unpacking, and orders to a finale. The committees for the Tea were: Decorations: Ann Cotter, Norma Haronian and Mary Reidy. Refreshments: Frances Alcarez, Frances Bridgeman, Ann Crowley, Camille Henault, Catherine Hogan, Barbara O'Rourke, Ann Pansera, Lucy Roberts, Geraldine Walsh, Grace Woods. Pourers: Elizabeth O 'Connell, Jean Judge, Claire O 'Donnell , Frances McGuiness, Irene McCarthy, Frances Mourning ham, Florence McLaughlin and Joan Danis. Servers: Joan Arnold, Mary Sullivan, Jane Mycroft, Jane Murphy, Eleanor Testa, M argaret Feye, Jan e Sullivan, and Eileen Schwenk. Wednesday night the Queen's Choristers entertained th e Faculty and Freshmen with a group of selections, such as: Kentucky Babe- Glee Club ; Schubert's SerenadeSolo-Geraldine Walsh; Teach Me To Pray-Glee Club with an obligato sung by Frances Bridgeman; Can't You H ea r Me Callin', Caroline-Glee Club; A Tree in the M eadow-Solo-Norma H aronian; and the last number of the gro up was Ti Prego-Glee Club. The Sophomore co-chairmen attended a meeting on Student Relief at Hoi y Cross College in Worcester on Saturday, October three, accompanied by Catherine Hogan, who has been nam ed to the Advisory Committee of the Regional Chairman. Approximately twenty students exchanged varied ideas of methods for raising funds and discussed the possibility of regional projects. In conjunction with this program, an orientation meeting was held which served to acq uaint the Freshmen and new Sophomores with the mea ning and purpose of N . F. C. C. S.
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'Wo'l-dc'l-a{t NIGHT Much has been said, and written, about the sun, the blue sky, the ever changing clouds ; bur with all this awe-inspi ring beauty of day, I prefer nig ht. Night-the time from dusk to dawn when no light of the sun is visible, when inky sky and water form a solid mass of darkness from which comes only the sound of feeding fis h. Night-with irs cool air touches your cheek, quickens yo ur step, opens your mind, warms your heart-with irs pitch blackness rakes yo u o ur of the narrow limits in which you live and, like the magic carpet of old , transportS you into foreign lands where the illusion of independence is yours. Night-with a sudden hush leaves yo u humble. ANNE BAUGHMAN
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If it should happen by a quirk of the alarm clock that a Salve Reg ina g irl might be up at dawn with a few minutes ro spare, let her lift her eyes to the sky and bask in the morning beauty. Here comes the sun peeping around from behind that fluffy cloud. Now, the whole scene is illuminated with its pink rays as it colors sky and earth and sea. Slowly, as the sun breaks throug h, the clouds bleach out and cl usrer in white mounds like cotton candy. Swi rling and dancing, they scamper and chase each other tn a ro t!icking game of cloud rag. Great blobs of blue encase them as the sun shines like a bright beacon in a solid field of azure. Shadows from the huge trees and the various hued leaves envelop the gro und in a lacework mantle, while the bearing of the surf pounds time to the symphony of nature. Then as the day wanes, the blueness of the water fades, the shades lengthen and the stars glitter in the spot] ig hr of the moon. All is dark. The road-lights flicker, leaves crackle, and loafers scuff on the rocky road, as the freshmen wend their way back ro Mercy H al l. What a beautiful day this has been' Please God, it will be as glorious tomorrow! MARJORIE A cKROYD
JOEY My memory recalls seeing J oey, the youngest and most mischievous member of o ur class, in o ne continuous series of hilarious escapades. His imaginative genius was forever at work making up one or another pranks ro be played on some unsuspecting soul. I recall the day when we were schedul ed ro entertain an out of state school superv isor with our reading ability. H ow proud we all were because of the honor that had been bestowed upon us. J oey, however, had a different method for expressing his gra riwd e. When the school supervisor entered the classroom , this little brown-haired fell ow, with an intent gleam in his eyes, bowed his head over the desk and loaded a metal spray gun with a combination of itching and laughing powders. This proved effective, for the entire class began to sq uirm , jump, scratch , laugh, and finally hop abo ut the room as the powder rook effect. The suoer¡
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visor stormed from the disorderly class. The result? Our faculty gave us lectures during class on m anners, and the student body refused to associate with us. Sister kept telling us that we should nor pur such a darling " baby" up to naughty pranks. As this warning reached closed ears, she appealed to a rational being in the form of Joey's father to please curb his son's adventurous nature. Even in this Joey could nor be defeated , for his dad never seemed to be able to bring himself to currailing •the doings of his adventure seeking son, who, as his father explained , had merely been in the front row w hen God distributed intellects and funnybones. Like all boys Joey loved to collect anim als. In second g rad e his pet was a baby alligator that he deposited und er his jacket one afternoon as he led us up to the local five and ten cent store where we very hurried ly tiptoed down the las t aisle, the floor boards creaking beneath our every step, to where the gold fish rub lay o n a counter. J oey with his head cocked in the direction of the manager's office, gave a wide smirk, rolled his baby eyes, and curled his tongue over his top lip, as tho ug h the idea of doing something daring was delicious, wiped sweaty little fists in a downward motion on his jacket, then reached in to it and pulled out his per. Still grimacing, thi s little darling of our class dropped the reptile in among the beautiful orange and black fish . In a flash , after the salesgirl starred to look questioningly at us, and then at the disappearing goldfish, we were out of the store. The old saying, "our of sight, out of mind " didn't apply at all in our case. Joey and the rest of us , at the principal's direction, stayed after classes for many weeks. Joey sighed and commented, "Here we go again!" MARY A NN BoLTON
IN THE GARDEN I like to swing on our backyard glider in the middle of July. The light perfume of baby red roses, which twist around a small white trelis, produce an even fragrance. Two rows of tall, red, pink, and white hollyhocks cast carved-like brownish shadows o n the sun scorched grass. The warm rays of the gold en sun pressing agai nst the weather beaten side of the greyish white garage make the structure appear dull and drab. Atop irs red shingled roof, against an azure sky, two small bluebirds are quietly perched in the still of the midsummer afternoo n. As I unconsciously fling m y arm across the multi-colored g lider cushions, their warmth draws me to feel, th at in the heat and stillness of a summer afternoo n, there is a certain feeling of contentment. AN N M. McSHERRY
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_{ft'1. a dl/(attÂŁ,7. of '3-act. ... Childhood brings to mind concepts that are, on the whole, essentially fundamental. Probably all of us recall from our earliest days being taught the sometimes painful lessons of obedience ... that stealing lollipops is wrong even if they are awfully good to eat and the little girl next door has five of them all for herself ... that saying nightly prayers is a person's serious obligation. In fact, we felt very grown-up when we had learned these basic principles and had reached the ripe old age of seven. And these ideas have no doubt been the ones we have been going on for a long time. Still-there are some that find cover in childish minds that must be erased or elaborated upon for the purpose of drawing more accurate and mature conclusions. Such might be our first impressions of Christmas and Santa Claus-the boogie man and fairy talesand perhaps our infantile notions of the angelic world. With what little experience as we can actually claim, erroneous ideas regarding Christmas and the possibility of there being a boogie man waiting in a dark hall have become, for the most part, extinct. There remains, in many cases, however, one layover from childhood days-the ridiculous impressions, or lack of impressions we have of those spiritual creatures we call angels. Probably our first glimpses at the world of the spiritual angel were those pictured on holy cards-little cherubs with fat faces and cottony wings. These served only to acquaint us with the fact that angels existed, for our minds were as yet too immature to comprehend in any way the theological basis for the belief in their existence. And perhaps this was augmented by the general run of the season's greeting cards. They more often than not depict creatures of nebulous characteristics, lovely and pink and whitebur of doubtful use in a fast-moving universe. It is not a' all difficult to see the effect of this pattern upon people of our own age. They simply don 't believe in anythiog as nondescript as an angel! What we actually realize of the angels is, at best, superficial. We might even do well to ret1trn tO childhood days when we left room for our guardian angels in our chairs. At least we were consciously aware of their presence. The world around us has already "given the angels back ro the Indians", for it disparagingly files the spiritual intO the same drawer as fairy tales, imaginative things of great beauty but devoid of supernatural power-in short, fantasies that passed out of existence with buttoned shoes! Are t(le guilty of the same default? We are intectually acquainted with the Thomistic theology regarding the presence and tremendous power of God's angelic creations; we must take this passive knowledge and make it live. Too many moderns have cast off rhe belief- and thereby literally walked out on the little bit of heaven God g ives us in the person of the guardian angel. We cannot risk the loss of the comfort alone it is tO know that there's always someone around to help and protect us ... we cannot afford to be fools because it's the modern trend. We must not only open our minds to receive the fact that angels exist; we must consider it a weighty obligation tO realize their power, knowle -l.~e, simplicity, and participation in the perfection of God. Such
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A year or two ago , after his sixth novel had become an overnight success, A. ]. Cronin announced to the literary world his intention of writing a sequel to the tale of Robbie Shannon's irksome though engrossing youth. Recently the former medico offered ro his "following" here and abroad this, his second novel dealing with the medical profession, Shannon's Way. As a continuation of Th e Green Years, Cronin's nineteen-forty-eight production is undoubtedly adequate. Adequate in the sense that the author's extraordinary story-telling abilities cover admirably the fact that Robbie is a "big boy now", but still making the same mistakes, facing problems like to those of his childhood. He hasn't changed much, and neither has the srory, except for the complications that ensue through the introduction of a female medical student as "love interest". Emotional entanglements, plus experimental pathology are the wheels on which the plot revolves, for "separated by a gulf as wide as eternity", a gulf relating to religious differences, Robert Shannon and Jean Law struggle to reach an understanding which will allow them to continue with the "romantic dream" and eventually settle clown tO classifying germs and marriage. It is a shame that they didn't eventually reach a sensible conclusion before that final, three-hundred-thirteenth page, for then one might at least be able to say that Shannon's Way. though often repititious, had been an enjoyable piece of pseudo-intellectual fluff. As it is, the whole study of "human frailties and emotions" leaves a bad taste in the mouth of the reader. Intellectual compatibility and physical love were the outstanding factors in reaching the conclusion that Robert's Catholic upbringing and Jean's past life as a member of the Brethren were of no account. Her strict Protestant heritage, one with little or no "give" and an overwhelming amount of "bind", wasn't altered in any way. They just decided tO be "kind and considerate of each other". and mpposedly there the problem ended as the book closed. Miss Law's character, as painted by the author, isn't one of yielding quality. How these two could or would make the necessary adjustments in the future is something that possibly Dr. Cronin could write a third volume about. However, his seemingly uncontrollable delight in the slightly unorthodox makes such an idea look highly 1mprobable.
{!/;aivnan (P'W Cft:Jn Miss Patricia Fox of Riverside, R. I., a graduate of Elmhurst Academy, Providence, has been elected chairman pro rem of the Freshman class here at S. R. C. In order to have the underclassmen represented on Student Council , she will hold this position as acting president until the Freshmen elections in November.
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White blazer jackets dot the ca mpus of S. R . C. , the Lady D ay in autumn is none other than the Feast of the Rosary, October 7. At Salve Regina, Our Lady is sound of flapping loafers resounds throug h the halls, Perry Como returns for another semester from 7 :00 to Quee n and the rosary our special devo ti on. W e es tablished a tradition las t Fall, a tradition that 7 : 15 each evening to entertain Ann Dore (please do not will be passed on in all its loveliness to succeeding ge nera- regard this as a plug for Chesterfield ), and higher g rows tions of "Salvites" here at college. T o the g reates t of all the stack of homework assignments jammed between book God's Crea tures, Queen of Angels and men, we have dedi- covers. We 're back. Skirts may be longer and hair may ca red the living rosary, each student reciting one prayer be shorter but history class is just the same. in the usual third of her fifteen decades, rhus becoming a T o the eas t is the ocean, beneath us is the new cafehuman link in the association of advocation. ceria, intermediate between civilization and the lounge, Our student body, both and to the west is Mercy Hall , abod e of our Freshthe Sophomores and Freshm en comrades. With the men , assembled in the ~£a c!?Eu£7.LE coming of these second Great Hall on the above year pioneers, also came inmentioned date of the How ca n they know, who have not seen itiation. Ah yea, "Tis true feast fo rming a procession Each new day 's lig ht turn sea of g ray, which moved slowly aand pity tis, tis true". Here To one on which the silver points of salty spray are a few of the responses round the cam pus grounds singing h ym ns in Mary 's received when "yours truTouch gently, jeweled waves of green. ly" inquired what our new honor. As the living rossisters will remember most ary, the girls formed the How can they know, who have not heard about a twenty-four hour usual circl et. Mary SulliThe moan of tid e race to the rock-bound shore, episode entitled "Sophovan, Prefect of the SodaliTo beat and echo there, then live no more, mores Can be Madd ening." ty, acted as cross-bearer. As the los t call of some lone bird. Closely allied with Our Joan Shug rue-Having to wear paj amas und er my Lady is th e g reat Saint J osHow ca n they know, who have not smelled clothes to class. ep h. As patron of the Of sea-washed weeds , the long, wet strands Barbara Barry-H av ing uni versal Church, he has Which stretch and rest on sun-baked sands, claim to our homage and to bow fiv e times to the Toward which th e wind-tossed waves have swelled. veneration. It was fitting, same Sophomor es (on hands and knees, no less ) . c:1erefore, th at o n the feast No hum an hand can paint the sea of Our Lady's rosary, we Ann H offman-Carryin g Franny Bridgeman's sho uld pause to honor the As G od has p ainted her for me. Guardian of Mary. The books upstairs for her. RITA BELANG E R blessing of his im age eJ oan Butler-Wearing rected o n the ocean front my skirt up-side down. Oh, of Ochre Court add ed to my aching legs. Ann Herbert- H ow I got out of singing in the the solemnity of the occasion. This two-fold tribute to Mary and ro J oseph was bur the express ion of our des ire lounge. to carry out the mind of the Church in dedicating OctoTheresa [aria-! still have a sore ear from the earber to M ary, the maid of Naza reth and to Joseph, the Pro- rings we had to wear. rector of the H oly Family. Sal Co nary-The way I had to dress. I fe' I o er At the concl usi on of the program, the students fil ed myself ten times on my way over from M ercy Hall. back into the chapel where benediction was celebrated Pat Thorpe -Having to wear two skirts and two by Reverend Gerald F. Dillon. This, our opening function sweaters to class. in the sodality, was mos t ce rtainl y inspirational and promisEllen Lally- Cleaning off trays for the Sophomores ing of a fruitful yea r of g races and blessings for the student at lunch time. body. Pat Fox-] ust one long nightmare. Keeping in contact with our Quee n is also important. Carmel Pello-Wearing one high shoe and o ne low Our retreat starts Friday evening, October 29 th , and one. I felt as if I were on stilts. carries through the following two days in the full sense Ann H eaney-Having to entertain the Sophomores of the word. Reverend John Rubba, 0. P. , o ur retrea t by singing a solo in the lounge. master fo r these three days will co nce ntrate his talks mainly But shhhhhh-the Freshmen really liked it and we on Our Lady of Fatim a, and her message to the world . know their first week at Salve R egina would have been Let us hope that we shall have received M ary's m es- incomplete without such a procedure. W ell , looks as if sage at the close of the retreat, Mond ay, the Feas t of All it's tim e to go back to "Beowulf", the "Superman of the Saints, when we renew o ur co nsecrati ons to Our Lady of Geatish Kingdom ", so until next month let me leave you Fatima, Mother of all mankind. with this thoug ht: Make news and I'll be listening .
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