Academy of the Holy Angels - Echoes Yearbook (Fort Lee, NJ)

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iff ? A 4 U i i 6 ,, 9 , tx, . e ECHOES v a: 1'9'2'8 D 2, 5 - u I II!lll!Il 114 - X f'-'- sxxmxxx xwnuws xuxsxu 7 'I' Y 2 MARION ZIMMERMAN nHe'r memory 'makes our common landscape seem Faifef than any of which painters dream. Marion's particular charm lies in her gracious and lovely manner, utterly void of affectation. She is the embodiment of all that is natural and unsophisticated. Thoughtful, understanding, and loyal in her dealings with friends, she always makes us feel that we would like to know her better. Her soft, pleasing voice strikes the keynote of a disposition which is affable and lovable. With qualities such as these in her possession, Marion is certain of meeting with the highest success in the vocation to which she is now looking forward. She will be in truth a ministering angel to the sick and suffering who are fortunate enough to come under her gentle and thoughtful care. 35

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4 '1 xg:-a A as Q ECI-IOES t '5M5,3 335 5 1.9-as Q - ' E iv , . H W' -1 .G T X31 x...,,xx . xnxx LORETTA TRAINOR To see her is to love her, And love but her foreverg For nature made her what she is, And never made anitherf' f d a lace in our hearts and memories of which Gentle and unassuming, she has oun p t Ven time can rob her no e . Sooner the skylark might forget the morning, Than We forget a look, a tone of thine. Those who are dearest and most familiar to us are frequently the most diflicult to describe. It is thus We feel about Loretta. So near has she been to us, that, gazing upon her, We feel that her character shines forth from her eyes, calling for no further description. How inadequate would be the futile Words Lk we might use in praising her. Suffice it to say, in simple words ' ' l t re, No flower so sweet best m harmony with her gent e na u can be. ,, Q Q - 1 , i,Q'iq1: fl 34 as

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4 S231 5 as EcHoEs a t 1.9.23 Ili! llllllllllllla i I Class Song Alma Mater, the light of our girlhood, The home of all virtue and love, The shrine of our youthful devotion, We pray blessings on thee from above. The school where we formed the many friendships That to us will seem so dear in days to beg The place Where we fain would live forever, Holy Angels, We're singing of thee. Chorus: Three cheers for our own White and Blue, Three cheers for our own White and Blue, Oh, let us give a cheer for Holy Angels. Three cheers, Holy Angels, for you. Alma Mater, we'll glory in thee ever, Thou the pride of the Class of Twentyfeightg Evermore thou shalt be our Alma Mater, The proud boast of each class you graduate. Though we leave thy sacred walls far behind us, Whene'er dreaming our thoughts will turn to thee, Now, we'd linger long before we launch our frail vessels Upon life's tempestuous sea. 'CLAIRE R. POHLY, '28 36