Academy of Our Lady of Mercy - Lauralton Yearbook (Milford, CT)

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Our Senior Prom was rich in llowers and fun, niusic and lovely gowns. 'l'he day of Recollection was a quiet relief from the activities that were crowding and overflowing these last Senior days. A few days of this last stretch were devoted to getting over severe writers-crainp which is an annual Senior affliction. QStatisticians noted that this usually coincided with the distribution of yearbooksj We laughed fwith tears in our eyesj at the antics of the Juniors on Class Night when we found what faccording to themj was our destiny. And then-a strange feeling of unreality was ours as we walked with a new and surprising dig- nity to the strains of Pomp and Circumstancen. Suddenly . . . the Senior Polka was a faint refrain. Mara DeGroff The bird's on the wing again.

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9 Q 9 Yr' aimud Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. My thoughts were a strange confusion of adventurous discontent and peaceful satisfaction as I pushed through a bustling crowd at the LaGuardia airport. I had a few minutes to spend yet before the San Francisco Express take-off, so I was extremely delighted to discover standing before me, the famed equestrian, Mary Alice Daley. What would have been an eternity of time till take-off was consumed in a minute as old friends bridged the ten year gap since their grad- uation from Lauralton. In strictest confidence she informed me that Maureen Regan, whom she had just seen off on the plane for Texas, had left to confer with the directors of the C.j.P.C. lCactus jet Plane Companyj about the price at which she would buy them out. I was surprised to hear that Maureen had become a mathe- matical wizard and business tycoon. O Both whirring, impetuous motors of the plane roared as Nancy Kernick, the stewardess, in her typically gentle fashion informed me that I was holding things up! lMaybe DOWN is more like itlj Once on the plane, Nancy asked me if I had seen Nancy Morganroth's newest Musical, I Don't Care, which had recently opened. Of course everyone knows both music and lyrics were written by our own Mary Foley. We've already read the reviews in the Times by Mary Lou Reardon. Nancy was surprised to hear that the review was written before the Show. But, of course, Mary Lou was able to do it because Nancy made her sit through all the rehearsals. I would never have known the oflicious woman journalist who sat next to me to be Peggy Rooney, had she not exclaimed Sweet Motherl While talking about old times with fiery-