R E M E M B E
R I N G C N R
C L A S S O
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First Annual Reunion
of the Class of 1916 was
especially favored by Time, Place and Circumstance. The Time was
17, 1917—Sixteen’s Class Day—when, if ever, every member’s heart turns
naturally, spontaneously Collegeward to the days of Green and White.
And the Place was the wide-rolling campus of The College of New
Rochelle. Think of it—a class to have its
first reunion back in the old familiar haunts—with the dear familiar
of college days!
And the circumstances? They
included the Time and the Place, it is
true, but more. Our own eager, enthusiastic desire for a class
reunion—out of a class of forty-one, we were present thirty strong!—of
course, was vitally important, but, contributing more, much more to the
success of Sixteen’s Great Day was the gladness of her welcome home!
Mother de Sales just gathered her girls in; we were not graduates, not
alumnae, just Sixteen, and we were to relive our college life for two
whole days. Ah! “Wherever Sixteen’s hearts are true,” the courtesy, the
glad hospitality of each and every member of CNR will not soon be
forgotten. Such things but grow sweeter with time. No, Sixteen will not
But, of course, if you were not with us at the reunion, you will want
to know just what did happen and, if you were one of the fortunate ones
present, you will want to remember that happy time.
On the afternoon of March 17, taxis and carriages began to roll down
Main Street and Center Avenue in ever-increasing numbers. Past
“58”—past the Gym, then in state to the front door of the Residence
Hall—but there all ceremonial ended! Laughing, happy, chattering, we
stormed into the big hall, greeting Mother de Sales, Little Sisters of
1918, and long-lost ’16-ers! In the first hilarity of our meeting we
even wanted to register! A moment of calm reflection, however, and
Sixteen was aghast at such treasonable deflection
from her old habits—for when had she ever longed to obey rules?
but that was just her longing now, for that would make her feel, more
anything else, that she really had come back under the old conditions!
The first corridor had been entirely given over to us. Each girl who
had roomed there might claim her former room. In an unbelievably short
time, after depositing bags and baggage in our rooms, we saw “Frank”
Petty said by as of old—with her soap and towel! She was even managing
a faint whistle! We were back all right—the illusion was not complete!
While others dressed for dinner or lingered to chat, or strummed the
guitars found in almost every room, the decoration committee put the
finishing touches to the Dining Hall. Here we must again thank our
Sister Class who had appointed several members to assist our committee.
We repeat gratefully that without their willing hands, and more than
willing feet, the Green and White would not have waved so gaily from
the chandeliers nor the tables been so charmingly appointed.
Promptly at seven we entered the hall. Directly above us, from the
balcony, smiled down the old green banner, unfurled for so many great
events in days past. The tables, gay in green crepe paper and stately
with white roses, were arranged in the form of “H” in honor of our
President, Ann Hynes. Flowers from ’18 and a hug, delicious Birthday
Cake from ’17 added to our pleasure. The favors and place cards were
dear little green and white Souvenir Program booklets with the name of
the owner engraved on each. The class officers, with the exception of
our President, were seated at the center table. Deeply every one of us
regretted that Ann was too seriously ill to lead our class reunion.
The dinner itself! From the French menu through all the et ceteras of
our famous turkey dinners, with their toasts and running fire of talk,
was pure joy! There was Virginia May, all the way from Toledo, Ohio;
Lynch, from Niagara; Mary Barrett, Anne Smith, and Rosa Hafey, from
Springfield and Hartford-way. We all must hear their experiences and
they, in turn, must listen to the deeds of glory of the girls from New
York and the nearby cities.
After dinner, came “old friends and old songs” when we joined the
others in the Living Room. Gay groups around the piano (whose vibrant
tone time has not mellowed), some dancing, others claiming the long
denied privilege of the sofas, but the time went all too swiftly to ten
o’clock. Then Sixteen, keeper of the rules!—repaired to her very own
corridor, where in her very own cozy corner she enjoyed a “party” of
Mother de Sales’ giving—ice cream and cake, laughter and jests, and sh!
Truth! Of course, it was hours and hours later when reminiscences
really ended, but then, one doesn’t have a class reunion every day.
Sunday morning! Yes, no mistake, we were back at College. There was
the Mass bell clanging lustily at 6:30. True to form, Frank bounced in
and out, cheerily wishing us a very good morning, but (what we sleepier
mortals appreciated more) closing transoms and windows at the same
For once, ’16 showed she was not just “homefolks,” but a Visitor of
That was when, crisp in fresh dicky and pressed gown, with cap at a
angle, she appeared early, all present and accounted for in line for
After Sunday breakfast in the Dining Hall, where the sun still shines
bright, we proved we had lost none of our agility in the ensuing
scramble for the Sunday Times! A formal Class Meeting was held in the
Gym, and from then until luncheon we followed our own will and the
winds’ will—visited once again old Pelham Road and Hudson Park; chummed
with old friends; roamed through old haunts.
At four o’clock we donned cap and gown and bachelor hood and descended
to the Living Room to greet Father Halpin and to receive his blessing
on his and our Feast Day. A blessing first given on March 17 in that
long ago Freshman Year and treasured each year by Sixteen, but never
more than now.
The next number on our official program was Adieux. But I am going to
spare you the telling and me the memory of that! Parting is such sweet
sorrow that 1916, parting once again from Alma Mater and her college
felt her eyes grow dim and strangely blurry till long after the Gym and
“58” had been passed, and Barney’s carriage had deposited a slightly
red-eyed throng near Riker’s refreshing fountain. From there we went
more bravely to the train!.
From 1918 Annales
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C E O F C O M M U N I C A T I O N S
29 Castle Place, New Rochelle, NY 10805