Academy of Our Lady of Good Counsel - Aloysian Yearbook (Aloysian, NY)

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U . tw tl DENISE ALICE A peace above all earthly ciignities, A still and quiet conscience. French Club 3, 45 Treasurer 45 Dramatic Club 45 Glee Club 2, 3, 45 Athletic Club 2, 3, 4. DOROTHY ELIZABETH HARROLD Patient ot toil, serene amdist alarms5 inflexible in iaith. Latin Club I, 2, 35 Praetor 35 French Club 3, 45 President 45 Dramatic Club 45 Math Club I5 Glee Club I, 2, 3, 45 Athletic Club 1, Z, 3, 45 Assistant Editor of Souvenirs 4. ...f 10 wV'V , L. 40 IOAN PAGE I-IARRIGAN The cheering smile, the voice ol mirth, And laughter's gay surprise. French Club 45 Math Club 15 Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4. L , ld . ., ELAINE MILDRED LANDRY lf l can not do great things, I can do small things in a great way. Latin Club 2, 35 French Club 35 Dramatic Club 45 Math Club lp Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 45 Athletic Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Jon, O QAQAT mild -NME

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I heard you on the radio one night, Pat. I never thought that 'Smoke Gets in Your Eyes' would lead to this, Carol said laughtngly. The hostess spokeagain. Did ftell you girls that Nancy Re regretfully informed me 'by telegram yesterday that because'of the mural she ls palnting,,she won't be here? She's coming to the capitol next month, 'however, to paint a portrait of our president. ' This is some gathering, said Sheila above the increasing buzz, buzz of feminine voices. Practically everybody-where's Hope? . ' - I heard from her about a month ago, answered Dotty. Her insatiable curiosity got the best of her and she thought she'd like to go to Russia personally to see what conditions were. She got on the wrong boat by mistake and finally ended up in Tibet where she ls now writing a book about the Llamas. I was thrilled when her novel 'Igloo Escapes' won the Pulitzer prize last year. 'Dan Cupid-Gone for the Duration' foreshadowed greater things to come. At that moment a limousine drew up to the curb. There was a sudden tension in the room. The very first woman President of our great country was about to enter. The door bell rang. Pat quickly took her place at the '. ,gt , Y, S. , ,..,,,.U . , . grand piano and struck the opening chords of Hall to the Chlef. With bated breath the Class of '43 watched the door slowly open. The long awaited moment had arrived. Hello, everyone, l'm so sorry l'm late but I just did my nails and the polish wouldn't dry. Terry Finucane, is that the way for a President to make her entrance? exlaimed Pat, banging the piano. We expected something like 'My friends,' etc., etc . My goodness. it's much too hot for a Fireside Chatl l-low is everybody? Does anyone have any Iergen's lotion? Unnoticed by the excited, chattering qoup, the guardian angel of the Academy of our Lady of Good Counsel sat happily on the mantelpiece with a huge blue book under his wing. He carefully opened it, diligently licked a gold star and pasted it beside The Class of '43 with a resounding smack. Very, very good, he murmured. Um-huhl Yes, gratifying to say the least. l-le then closed the Record, tucked it aside and sat back to listen to the chatter that ensued. lust like all women, he was heard to say, trying to make up for ten years in a few hours. Tskl Tskl HOPE DEEGAN EILEEN CONNELL SUPERLATIVES Class Motto - Facta, non verba. Class Colors - Mary blue and silver Prettiest ..,... Wittiest ............... Best Actress .,...... Quietest ............. Most Popular ........................ Most Likely to Succeed ....... Best Dancer .......................... Most Versatile ....... Most Vivacious ........ Most Sympathetic ....... Petite .................... 1 ...... Most Loyal ......,. Songbird .................. Most Ambitious ....... Best Dresser ........ Most Artistic ........ Most Patriotic ...... Class Baby ....... Most Natural ....... Most Obliging ....... Most Intelligent ........ Most Sociable ........ Most Literary ....... ......... Sincere .................. ...... 1 ....... Happy-go-lucky ........ .... 1 Pleasantest ............. Class Flower - Gardenia ........Carol Denzler ......Eileen Connell ..........Ioan Reilly .........Muriel Coffey .............lvlargaret Camp ......MaI'ylC.tne McDermott .............Monica Toomey .....,.Patricia O'Connor ......Geraldine Coffin ...............Carol Metzler .......,Therese Finucane ...............The Seniors ..............Ioan Harrigan ........Constance Conroy ........Mildred Landry ..,,............Nancy Re ............The Seniors .......Iris Fitzsimmons ..........Rosaleen Ouirk ......Kathleen Delaney .........l'lope Deegan .......Denise Griscom , .............Dorothy Harrold ........Antoinette Sullivan ..........Sheila Duggan ......Catherine Barrett

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mf e mf s ft . .-.-. ,I ' .4 Y:1A'ff xg, CLASS PROPHECY ' Gerry Coffin looked carefully around the living-room of her Washington home cmd decided that everything was in order. The chairs in place, the tables dusted, she was ready for the arrival of her guests, her old classmates from G.C.A. It had been many years since she had seen some of them, for it had taken the occasion of this memorable presidential inauguration to bring them all together. But this was indeed an event-the inauguration of the first woman President of the United States. To have the luck of having been a classmate of such a celebrity, thought Gerry with a sigh, and to have her here tonight for dinnerl The doorbell rang. In a moment the first guest rushed into the room. Why, Sheilal said her hostess. You look out of breath. I just flew in from Chicago, Sheila gasped. Gerry, I won itl I won the round-the-world race in my strato-plane. Oh, I'm so happyl ' Yes, I know. I saw a picture of you in the paper, holding a gold cup, laughed Gerry. You were wearing a smile like a Cheshire cat. That reminds me, how's Daisy-Iune's great- great-great grandchild? She has four klttens, answered Sheila. By the way, I parked my helicopter on the back lawn. Will it be in your way? No, said Gerry. Oh, Sheila, I'm so glad you're here. I'm afraid I won't recognize some of the others: you'll have to help me. Footsteps in the hall made them both turn. Hello, said a tall, young woman with a deep voice. I couldn't help overheating, so let me help you out. I'm- You don't have to tell us that, broke in Sheila. We recognize Ioan Reilly when we see her. Your picture is always on the theatrical page these days. That new play you're in is quite a hit on Broadway. What is lt the critics call you-the new Katherine Cornell? Well, that's a blt of exaggeration, Ioan answered, looking embarrassed. This is ay beautiful home you have here, Gerry. Yes, it's very comfortable, and I'm kept busy running it. And then, of course, there is my husband-let's sit down and wait for the others. Here comes someone now, said Ioan, and Gerry rose to greet two young women. Why, Carol Metzler and lrisl she cried. l haven't heard from you since we left school. I heard of the beautiful gift you donated to Good Counsel, Iris, after your marriage to that millionaire. That was a lovely gesture, having an escalator installed in the Academy building. But what have you been doing, Carol? I have an orphanage in Pennsylvania. It's hard work, looking after the children, but such funl Do you remember how I wanted to be a dietician? I have a wonderful time planning all the meals. Aren't you going to admire my dress? asked Iris, and everyone looked at the light green silk creation which beauti- fully set off its wearer's red-gold curls. Everyone does. It was designed by one of our former classmates, who asked me to tell you that she couldn't attend. I-Ier clothes-designing business is so successful that she can't be spared, even for a day. They say that Mildred Landry is one ofthe prime reasons why New York is now the fashion center of the world. The dress is beautiful, and very becoming, said Ioan with appreciation. l must see Mildred when I return to New York. and ask her to design an outfit for me. Gerry, who had left the group to greet a new arrival, came across the room with a smiling girl whom everyone recognized immediately. . Monica Toomeyl Sheila exclaimed. I never thought a celebrity like you could get away from Hollywood to come to Washington. I just finished a picture, said Mona, blushing a deep pink, and now I'm free for a while. It must be hard work, Iris remarked, dancing in front of a movie camera all day. - It is, sighed Mona, but I love it so I don't mind it. In my next picture I'll have a change, because besides dancing, I'm going to sing. Speaking of slnglng, Gerry said, I suppose everybody knows that Margie is the vocalist with Ilmmy Field's orchestra now. ' Yes, 'I heard her on the radio, just the other night, said Carol. 0 She wrote to tell me that she couldn't come today, Gerry informed her guests. The band is playing at the Para- mount and Margie can't get away: the contract calls for her to sing at every performance. That 'reminds' me, said Mona. Rody won't be coming either. She just can't leave her business. Have you heard of 'Aunt Rosaleen's Cakes and Pies'? Rody insists on supervising the baking herself, and even puts the icing on with her own hands. X l So that's who Aunt Rosaleen tsl exclaimed Carol. Why, 'I buy her cakes and pies for my orphanagel I'll tell Rody, Mona laughed. lt ought to encourage her. Who's this coming? It's Connie-and Dorothy Harrold, tool cried Gerry. Connie looked tired as she walked into the room. I've been working on a new discovery at the lab, she said, and I can't quite get it right. I hope it's as startling and important as that new chemical you received the Nobel prize for discovering, said Iris. Were you with Connie, Dotty? ' Yes. Being a reporter, I've been sitting around the lab with a pencil in hand waiting for the great discovery. Connie promised me the story for old times' sake, so I can scoop the other papers. I wish she would hurry up for I'm neglecting my job as Washington correspondent of the New York Sun. There was a short silence as the two newest arrivals sat down on a sofa and sighed apprectatively at the comfort. I don't suppose you have heard from Eileen, have you, Gerry? asked Dotty, starting the conversation again. As Gerry shook her head, Dotty .went on. She is, as some of you may know, The Sun's most valuable foreign correspondent. About a year ago she was sent to India to cover the revolution which had broken out there. We got dispatches from her quite reg- ularly until a month ago when they suddenly stopped short. There are rumors that she has stumbled on something big in India and can't give her location away by sending dispatches. No one knows where she ls. I don't suppose she even received your invitation, Gerry. Eileen certainly has a gift for getting inside news, re- marked Connie. I even took time off from my important work at the lab to read her timely new book, 'Inside Afghanistanf It was wonderfull She seems to know all the native chiefs well enough to call them by their first names. Antoinette Sullivan will be a little late, remarked Gerry a moment later. As head of the distributing department of pic- tures of current movie idols she is kept very busy. 'She and Muriel will arrive together. Muriel is a Mrs. now, you know, and her baby boy is the cutest thlngl The conversation came to an abrupt halt as a voice was heard in the hall saying, Oh, my glory-my hair's a messl That trip-wasn't lt awful? Ioan Harrigan fluttered breathlessly into the room. Hello, everyone. O dear, this business of teach- ing isn't funnyl We never thought you'd be an English, teacher, chorused the group laughingly. Oh, well, Denise and I will carry on-or didn't you know that she is un professeur de francais? Not reallyl interrupted a new voice and Carol Denzler entered the room. Why dIdn't you wear your uniform, Carol? Connie asked. We hear that you rival Florence Nightingale herself. You don't run around with a test tube in your hand all the time, do you? Oh, all right. The youngest nurses' supervisor in the United States deserves an outing-but we are disappointed, Connie replied. Did you all know that Maryjane has founded a hospital in North Africa? She went there after World War and she's really made a success of her life. Catherine Barrett was down there for a time as an X-ray technician, but right now she is taking a vacation trip around the world. WashIngton is certainly being taken over by G.C.A. grad- uates, broke in Mona. I don't feel so bad paying my taxes now that Kay Delaney is Head of the Bureau of Internal Revenue. It's just like paying class dues-almost. During the laughter that followed several sheets of music fluttered into the room, followed by Pat O'Connor, who made her well-known, breezy entrance. I came as soon as I couId, she announced, after the welcoming din had subsided, but my concert took longer than scheduled. I just couldn't get away.