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Editor -in- Chief

Albert W. Sullivan

Business Manager

John J. Hehir,Jr.

Managing Editor

John A. Altieri

Table of Contents

Features ....


Sports ....


Academics . . .


Activities . . .


Seniors ....

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Since the first expression of art, man has explained beauty
in many ways. According to the classical mind, beauty con-
tains a diversity of elements harmoniously yoked to effect
an abiding unity.

The beauty of Boston College, as described in this 1961
Sub Turri, hopes to personify this definition. The majesty
that is Boston College's, arrayed in the variety of colleges,
architecture, students, faculties, programs, courses, activi-
ties, and facilities, is crowned with the unity which is its
goal, a Catholic Education.

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A pulsating campus, vibrant laboratories, fluo-
rescent classrooms, and even a president's po-
tential cabinet, smashed the unity of the ordered
rows in our class roll-call. At one moment we
were a steel chain . . . then came that ornate
scroll . . . and we were but a few hundred links,
searching for new chains to form, or to produce.

The whole thing started with those bright yel-
low slips. Epistemology? Logic? Who were they?
Scripture, English and copious research. Orien-
tation week offered us new directions. If you de-
sired assurance in bearings, you went to the
Guidance Office. If you sought to broaden im-
mediate interests you read the New York Times

and spoke with nameless companions. If there
was still uncertainty, a moment spent in the
solitude of prayer was helpful.

In September 1958 . . . Question: Where did
all the cafeteria table-hoppers go? . . . must have
transferred to the 'Cross'. Oh yes, and still more
Philosophy and endless facts about how Rom-
ulus and Remus were 'thrown to the wolves' and
thus founded Rome. That was also the time that
everyone was carrying so many books with Har-
vard Bookstore covers — they were half price
there. But not all of us were welcomed to the
Gasson Honors room, the one with the two-
inch rug and the comfortable chairs.

Junior year heralded the concentration on ma-
jor fields. More History, Theology, and of
course, Philosophy. They changed the name
again, but it was still the same stuff. Clement
Atlee, Barbara Ward, and Arnold Toynbee
shook hands at the invitation of the A&S Stu-
dent Senate, while the Humanities Series brought
into view other faces to fit the names on our
textbooks. Junior Week gave the boys a social
whirl and a deficit, but Tommy Dorsey's Band,
the Four Lads, and the Junior Show made it
worth the lettuce'.

Finally, we were checking the 'Sr.' block on
those yellow slips. In ethics class that fellow on
your right had his name in the headlines of the
Globe sport's page, and the belletristic one be-
hind you was taking interviews for Dear Abby.

In these last days you had no social standing
unless you had a key to the Lyons elevator and
a pass to the stacks. And it wasn't until our last
year that we learned the lights kept burning for
the Arts and Science Night Qwl Corps. Then a
handshake, a venerable parchment, and the Class
of 1961, College of Arts arid Sciences enter the
august files on the first floor of Gasson Hall.

So we concluded, departed and splashed in
all directions like raindrops on a bus roof. But
we have left our mark in more ways than merely
in a class maple. We may leave the 'quad' and
never return, not even to chant another "For
Boston" in the stadium or propose a toast in
Alumni Hall. We may never see another linden
tree or mounted eagle, but what we have seen
and done as a class will forever remain.

"we have left our mark'

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Fulton Hall


It was the same as climbing a mountain. Each
step was taken with care and each plateau was
a mark of achievement. Upon reaching the top,
we were left on our own, either to continue with
more difficult ascents or to stand and hold the
little ground of our last accomplishment. Such
was our education in the College of Business
Administration. The plateaus numbered four,
they were the years spent in Fulton Hall; the
top was the day we departed from Boston Col-
lege with diploma in hand; and the choice, only
our future achievements can answer that.

To briefly review our climb, many would say
the first plateau was the hardest to reach. Loose

footings, theological gaps, language barriers,
economic slumps, and impressionable minds
made the path a rigorous one, but intermittent
rest spots such as those found in the new Alumni
Stadium, in intramural squabbles or even in
cafeteria kibitzing seemed to give new hope and
incentive to move up. When we reached that
first level, we stopped and made an evaluation
of our first contact with the business world; for
some it was appealing, for others it was cold
and hard, like the rocks at the mountain base.
But all returned to climb a little higher.

A summer passed and we became 'wise fools'.
New equipment was issued — slide rule, graph


sheets and a few machines down in Rm. 120. We
found new diversions in McHugh Forum and
Roberts Center, and applauded another team of
climbers who won the Eastern Intercollegiate
Hockey Championships.

We had different guides that year. Aristotle
informed us of logical and true footholds, Ed-
mund Burke used some persuasive powers on
us, and Doc Aherne sharpened our analytical
reflexes. That was the year that some Alpine,
uniquely named Fritz Freund, was to join the
group, but just as uniquely faded in his own
echo. The year concluded with one thought in
mind, that the horizon was a more desirable
and more definite goal.

Junior year revealed greater dimensions. We
spread out to approach the mountain from dif-
ferent directions. Some chose an Economic route,
some found Financial distribution or Industrial
Management more expedient, and others picked
Accounting. With the arrival of the nurses and
our counterparts in the night school, came a
new life to the campus. Cardinal Cushing re-
ceived his Red Hat and the Honors Program got
a boost from General Electric with a grant of
$2,500. It was a trying year, but a profitable one.
There wasn't time to stop here, the summit was
in view.

At last, the peak was reached. As we turned
and looked back, we found the mountain not as
steep as it seemed while climbing. Senior year
came and passed. It was a year of achievement,
of maturity, of decision. Plans for tomorrow in-
clude further obstacles, but such thoughts as the
College of Business Administration and 'Ever
to Excel', gleaned through four years of study,
remain as guides to our success.

"guides to our success'

'contact with the business world"

'sharpened analytical reflexes"

"a few machines'






Lights were dimmed, the cue was given, and
the curtain lifted. The opening scene revealed
utter confusion — library tours, a talent show,
campus tours, directions and a welcoming ad-
dress. This was the prologue to a new hit that
ran four years in Campion Hall. After the initial
flare of activity, the remaining scenes progressed
smoothly. The cast of many performed well to-
gether, since the play itself and a congenial at-
mosphere created an accomplishing 'esprit de
corps'. The early highlights were Socrates and
Montessori, the Alpha and Omega contests,
persuasion speeches, and stacks of colorful slides.

Act Two opened on a different note. Various
groups were seen observing elementary and sec-
ondary classrooms in action. With the introduc-
tion of Philosophy and major subjects, the play-
ers 'logically' became more serious. The intel-
lectual elite were issued keys to the smoke-filled
Honors room. There were two popular Bohemian
scenes, but neither lasted very long. Bors Cove
fell in defeat, while the SUB TURRI'S Cafe Ala
was shut down by the powers that be. A few
co-eds broke tradition with their frolicsome.con-
tortions and squealing rah-rah's at the 'apple
sauce' rally. As the curtain was about to close,


a new hero called Peter came into the limelight.
He was Romeo, Skelton, and Plato wrapped in
a unique package.

Junior year provided the setting for Act Three.
The action started with a huge mixer in McHugh
Forum, where, instead of chanting 'Getting to
Know You', a chorus of three hundred stags
were pitted against nine hundred fair ladies in a
fight for breathing space. In this act there was
much dialogue on parallel play, the adolescent
stage, repression and regression, but even more
on testing enigmatic measurements and describ-
ing them in a unit. Someone on the stage was
wearing squeaky shoes, which proved distract-
ing. Several performers demonstrated unmasked
talent in the Skit Competition; however, a sym-
bolic nursing school lifted like a lead balloon.
The closing scene was a banquet at Common-

wealth Country Club, where several awards were
made including the selection of new members
for Alpha and Omega.

The last act was, indeed, a climactic one. The
stage was set with all the trappings of the class-
room. The stars were a group of student-teachers
exerting all their abilities and talents in the art
of teaching. Supervisors, co-operating teachers,
principals, and many students composed the
remaining participants. The show was guaran-
teed long success in education circles by en-
thusiastic reviews. Future performances impose
greater demands on the cast but each of its
members carry with them the necessary disci-
pline of mind and spirit of Blessed Edmund
Campion. This profession is manifested in a life
of dedication and the satisfaction of reaping the
seeds that one has sown.

"reaping the seeds that one has sown'


'congenial atmosphere'

'testing enigmatic measurements"

"unmasked talent"


Remember that first introduction to the Bos-
ton College School of Nursing, when our 'big
sisters' wrote and warned of the many perils
awaiting us? They welcomed us with a seemingly
invincible challenge, but as daring and fearless
aspirants to the profession, we accepted — if Flor-
ence Nightingale, Elizabeth Vose and Lucy
Drown could survive, then why couldn't we?

As Freshmen, our first inoculations were lib-
eral arts and basic science courses. Although the
dosage was greater than ten cc's, we did manage
a few extra-curricular activities such as the bi-
weekly Sodality meetings, the warbling sessions
with Fr. Gorman, S.J., and the few football
games that we refused to miss. And without the

many Student Faculty meetings, we might have
been a lonely Freshman class, instead of an
active and important unit in the school functions.
After three semesters had passed and our basic
courses were replaced by more specialized study,
the crucial test for a nurse was at hand, "To be
or not to be." Here our gypsy life commenced
as we established domicile in the Early Victorian
and residential South End. We attacked the
wards of the Boston City Hospital so eager to
care for our first victims. Somehow we survived
the obstacles of 'hypos', sterile technique, im-
patient patients, and bedpans. And after a few
month's practical and comprehensive experience
in nursing care, we proved to ourselves and to


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"practical . . . experience"

our instructors that we were worthy of the
profession's symbol, the nurse's cap. The long-
awaited ceremony took place in St. Ignatius'
Church, and as we received our caps we were
told, "Your life is one of dedication, but the
rewards are bountiful." This was a special day
in our nursing career, one that will long remain
in the category of fondest memories.

As Juniors we prepared to leave our residence
at City. The dorm was in turmoil as borrowed
garments were returned, books and uniforms
packed, and farewells abounded. It was a sad
day, too, for this was the first time in two years
that the class was separated. However, we found
consolation in anticipating our reunion in the
newly dedicated Cushing Hall. In small groups
we set out for various hospitals throughout the
state to undertake more concentrated study.
Some of us moved to the Children's Medical
Center for study in pediatrics, others went off
to either Metropolitan State Hospital or the
Institute of Living for psychiatric experience, and
still others headed for the Rutland V.A. Hos-
pital for long term illnesses or to St. Margaret's
for obstetrics. The life was like that of the wan-
dering minstrel, spending three months at each
location and then moving on to the next.

And finally, our itinerary closed as we com-
pleted our Senior year on campus. But the end
is only the beginning to a life symbolized in a
lighted candle and a white uniform.

'the end is only the beginning"


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'Student-Faculty meetings'

'newly dedicated Cushing Hall'

'a lighted candle"


Rev. Albert F. McGuinn, S.J., Professor of Chemistn

Rev. Paul J. McManus, S.J., Assistant Professor of Modern Languages

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"... There are those who give and know not pain in
giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness
of virtue ..."

You, Fr. Albert F. McGuinn, are the exemplar of
this dictum. Your life is one of unselfish generosity. You
have extended us your fatherly friendship wrought
through belief in the goodness of all. You have bright-
ened many lives with your rich humor mingled with
piety and dignity. Your understanding, initiative and
foresight serve as models of true scholarship and in-
centive for others to follow. Your twenty-two years at
Boston College have been an invaluable impetus to her
growth and greatness. You are all this and much more;
and because you have given this of yourself, we praise
and thank you.

To you, Father, we dedicate the 1961 SUB TURRI.


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". . . He is indeed wise who does not enter the house of
his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of
your own mind ..."

You, Father Paul J. McManus, are the exemplar of
this dictum. Your unobstrusive dedication to the chil-
dren of Boston College, your enduring humility and ex-
tensive wisdom, your endearing and genuine warmth,
your Christlike simplicity, and your seventeen years
service to this university; for these reasons you will re-
main a beloved and integral part of our college life, a
cherished memory to us who thank you and say fare-

To you, Father, we dedicate the 1961 SUB TURRI.






Multiple and varied are the
featured social activities at Boston
College. The victory dance, the
night at the Pops, the prom, the
Junior Show, the coffee break,
the weekend date — each has
taught us and each has served
to modify and temper our ideas.
The formal events and informal
contacts have widened our
knowledge and understanding of
human nature. All of these
have provided the essential
ingredients to be utilized in our
communal living.







Multiple and varied are the
featured social activities at Boston
College. The victory dance, the
night at the Pops, the prom, the
Junior Show, the coffee break,
the weekend date — each has
taught us and each has served
to modify and temper our ideas.
The formal events and informal
contacts have widened our
knowledge and understanding of
human nature. All of these
have provided the essential
ingredients to be utilized in our
communal living.


'What do you mean another year? I just got back from Lauderdale."


"Hi Joe! How did the summer go?" "Well, I worked for
the M.D.C. and I believe I'm the first man in the history of
the Civil Service Department ever to sweep the entire Mass.
Pike from one end to the other."

"I see the room is still the same." ". . . What did you ex-
pect, lace curtains?"

"How are your courses?" "I don't know; that registra-
tion line wraps around Lyons Hall three times."

"Is the food any better this year?" "Are you kidding . . .
anyway, you're lucky to get a seat in the caf."

'Okay Jiminy, we can't all go to Europe for the summer."


'Yup, I think I'm going to like this room, Father.'

"Hey Jim, got a match?"



The academic year began with Cardinal Cushing's visit to
Boston College to celebrate the annual "Mass of the Holy
Ghost." The Cardinal's message sent the students forth with
drawn pens and pencils to face the rigors of a new academic

Our prelate then traveled to "Old Alumni Field," a site
much cherished by the old guard. Progress reigned, how-
ever, as the Cardinal's silver spade sunk into the hallowed
ground to begin the new Student Union Building.

The Cardinal completed the historic day at Boston College
with dedication ceremonies on Dormitory Hill. The three
new dorms were dubbed Cheverus, Fitzpatrick, and Fen-
wick, and another link was thus completed in the program
that would usher in a new era at Boston College.

The Cardinal and Father Rector at the dedication of the
new dormitories.

Hoc est corpus meum.

Cardinal Cushing blessing Cheverus Hall.


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Mass of the Holy Ghost.

Beginning of the new Student Union.

The Middies and their mascot .

"Hey, it's not Bellino this time, it's Perreault.''


The first football weekend arrived with a double treat.
Ernie Hefferle made his coaching debut against one of the
toughest teams in the East and the students got their first
glimpse of the immortal Joe Bellino. The football season
started on a disappointing note, but the opening of the social
season was a contrast of gaiety. Following the Navy game,
many proceeded to the Sheraton Plaza Hotel where dancing
to the music of Ruby Newman eliminated any gloomy feel-
ings. This event ushered in the new social season in typical
B.C. style. The Gold Key Society was commended for its
excellent planning and for opening the social year in high

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"Okay, Graham, Antonellis, Byrne, Hall

'Pocketbooks, have we got pocketbooks!"

The Navy "Victory" Dance.



B.C. caravans, flying maroon and gold streamers, moved
across the Mass. Turnpike toward West Point for the first
road game of the season. A beautiful autumn day on the
Hudson Valley highways was only to be bettered by a restful
night in New York City. The West Point campus surprised
a few. "Look at those buildings, they're more Gothic than
Chestnut Hill." "And we thought our dorm-life was bad.
Look at those uniforms." "These people have a nine o'clock
bed check — what an ungodly hour for anyone to turn in."

It was loss number two for the Eagles, but our perform-
ance was more than respectable. The Eagles impressed the
New York fans as an Eastern powerhouse to be heard from
in the future.

The campus politicians gather to discuss the new year.

"Another week and I can get into the groove of things.'

'Huffin' and puffin' at the Point."

'Okay, Saturday night, 8:30 at Joe King's.'

'I got as far as Worcester, and then I had my third flat tire.''



Although the approach of winter was near, the air was
warm and B.C. students took advantage of the Indian Summer
that enveloped the East coast for three weeks. The last few
days were spent on the quadrangle lawns before the cold
air forced retirement to the cafeteria. The V.M.I, weekend
was successful in two veins; first, in the game which ended
in a tie, and second, the rally and dance which combined to
provide the enthusiastic atmosphere so necessary for student

Progressive Education.

Indian Summer study hints.


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"Wasn't the V.M.I, rally a smashing success?"

Figure eight at the Forum.

"Can I help it if all the seats were taken?''

The confident look of victory. The final touch.


The Gold Key extravaganza.

"Bury the Terriers" was the theme of the Boston Univer-
sity football weekend. The rally parade on Friday com-
menced the spirited activity. Shouts and cheers were raised
as the student floats passed through the stadium. The
ravenous teammates and student body were prepared for the
kennel charge. A victory was imminent. The championship
of Commonwealth Avenue was coming back to Boston

At the rally which followed the parade, the vigorous girl
cheerleaders gave impetus to the excitement of the rally.
Members of the football team then predicted the manner
in which B.U. would be caged on the following afternoon.
Excitement mounted as Margo was presented to the stu-
dents for the first time at a rally in her role as football
mascot. Delta Sigma Pi then offered a "sneak preview"
skit dramatizing the predictions of the football team. A
B.U. player was critically injured on the first play and was
removed from the Roberts Center via casket and six oblig-
ing pall-bearers.

Coach Hefferle's prediction.


'All right, who goes first?"

Burial services for our Commonwealth cousins.

Afterwards, an excursion to social gatherings.


The "sneak preview" could not have been more realistic,
since the Eagles literally leashed the Terriers 22-16. The
spirit of victory was transported to the Statler Hotel by the
class of "62". The Harry Marchard Orchestra provided the
entertainment at the victory dance in one of the best social
events of the football season. A B.U. victory is always sub-
stantial reason for lowering the boom and, if you can re-
member, it was lowered that night.

It's embarrassing to spot an old boyfriend.


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"I told him to use only one dab of Brylcreem.'



The Eagles traveled to Miami the following weekend leav-
ing the campus void of any athletic event. It was, no doubt,
the providence of the A. A. that directed the team to the Sun-
shine State rather than shovel through snow-cluttered New
England. Entertainment was provided at a "mixer" that
Saturday night in Campion Hall. Those who were more
intellectually inclined stayed in their rooms or at home to
bone up those lagging studies which seemed to escape their
attention during the season. All in all, the weekend provided
a needed pause from the fervor of the football season and
gave the students a chance to store up their energy for next
weekend's Holy Cross game.

Five Alpha Kappa Psi pledges finally "agree" to do their social work.

Monday morning quarterbacks explain how we could've beaten Villanova 55-6 instead of 20-6.


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Typical Campion mixer — "Do you know John? . . . Really?"

. . . but study.

Saturday afternoon, no game, nothing to do, . . .

Cheerleaders entry in the Holy Cross Float Parade.




The Holy Cross weekend at B.C. was novel indeed. This
year, along with the traditional float parade, there was a
massive bonfire behind McHugh Forum at which a Crusader
was burned in effigy. The spark of the fire ignited the already
frantic Eagle followers.

The rally, too, was novel. Margo, the new Boston College
mascot, made her second formal appearance outside her
cage. John Donovan did a fine job as master of ceremonies
and provided an all-star lineup of celebrities. Fr. O'Connor

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