CONGRATULATIONS MOTHER PROVINCIAL, 0 N YOU R FEAST DAY, NOVE M BE R EIG HTE EN!
e VOLUME Two
NovEMBER - 1948
NuMBER Two
board. The 9:30 bell each weekday night is the signal for the end of study; books slam closed, papers rattle, footsteps resound, and doors bang as we scurry to this hall to claim our bedtime snack of hamburgers and coffee. On the window sill farthest to the right, Herman, our turtle and class mascot, lives in a pebble-bottomed glass aquarium. At the left end of the hall is a large, twenty-bed dormitory, which is divided into sections by ivory partitions. At almost any time, you may find the girls indulging in their favorite sport, eating, as they talk over Friday's College Caravan assignment or clarify among themselves a There is a quaint little house by the side of the road, point of theology. The double and the rwo quad rooms, just a short walk from the college. It is a red brick build- with their multi-colored bed spreads, drapes, and rugs ing which is Old English in architecture with its height are all very attractive, but the third room, under the protection of Our Lady of the Sacred H eart, is the choicest accentuated by a cupola on the north end. A brick wall, in all ways. Yes, that is my room with its rose state flower surmounted by an iron scroll railing, surrounds it. This spreads and drapes, maple furniture, and picture laden house holds memories of the Gay Nineties and its courtdesks and dressers. . . It is there that we gulp afternoon yard once rang with the neighing and stamping of impa"cokes", swoon over Vaughn Monroe's singing, hold practient thoroughbreds as they waited for the aristocrats of tice jitterbug sessions, pool our belongings, and grow Newport society to mount for their daily canter. Its walls hysterical ove r incidents which will furnish conversation have resounded with echoes of the merry laughter of a years hence. These are the pleasant interludes; however, gardener's children and the sharp voice of an angry coach- the serious business of study occupies our early evening man. More recently, the long quiet that prevailed has hours. Yes, this is Mercy Hall, the center of our college been disturbed by the din of skilled workmen. The grandeur of former days has now disappeared and the house, and campus life, our home for the next few years, the though unchanged without, is now completely modernized house by the side of the road , a house which already has within to shelter the second freshman class at Salve Regina. found a place in our hearts. ANN M. McSHERRY, '52 Undoubtedly, the most significant change will be created by something heretofore unheard within these walls, the solemn words of Catholic Church ritual , which will formally dedicate Mercy Hall to Our Lady. As you could probably surmise, the floor of Mercy Hall¡, the dorm, double and quad rooms, is the scene of studying, chattering, and general college life of the freshmen. The first room you see upon arriving on the second floor is a spacious hall, which, at present, contains a maple desk and chair, a large teekwood table, and a bulletin