Cathedral Academy - Way Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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yricri of jorfy -.Six .24 Senior .gays Goan!-bye Oh! how sad to say good-bye As we recall with longing sigh The friends we all hold dear And school days filled with boundless cheer! Oh! how sad to say good-bye To the joys that will never die, To all the Sisters and Clergy too, Who watched o'er us with love so true. But then, again-on the other hand, Time stands not still, we must understand That things which we enjoy today, Sooner or later must pass away. And so a Senior says good-bye, With, maybe, a tear drop in his eye. And as he hears Cathedral's bell, He bids you all--good-bye-Farewell! Mary Nuciforo. grafifuJe How shall I thank Thee, God, my King, For the gift of another day? Praises in song to You I'll sing. For guiding me through life's way. Lord, You have shown me the truth-the light I have heard the music of Thy birds who sing. You have revealtd the beauty of Thy wond'rous night How shall I thank Thee, God, my King? Concetta Rosano. pfafl? My dearest Friend, I know not how to say The blessed peace I feel at close of day, When o'er the earth with loving care you spread, Love's color - - - your mantle - - - brilliant red, Dyed in the Precious Blood shed by the Way. The gentle breezes lull my cares away As though Your Hand in sweet protection lay Upon my head, and my poor soul is fed With peace, - and peace within my heart is spread As I repeat - my Friend - show me the Way. When through departing clouds the last bright ray, A symbol raised aloft to God to pray, Has to the very Gates of Heaven sped, My prayers to beg for entrance there are led, Then peace sustains the pursuit of the Way. joseph McCade. Evening It's a joy to watch and listen When the twilight rolls around And the first star starts to glisten. Like a jewel in a crown. Something grand about the evening Comes with the close of day. It always causes heaven to seem Not so very far away. Margaret M . Briggs.

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eminidcenced We look back upon four years of high school experience with a certain wistfulness which is born of vivid memories. They Hit across the mind as clear as pictures projected upon a silver screen. An inhnite number of incidents, some important, others trivial, force themselves upon the scene. Amid the mul- titudenous distractions which surround us daily, we can still sense the slamming of classroom doors, the murmur of familiar voices, the shuffle of hurrying feet. 'lVe recall the fluttering of pages during study in the library, the clap of a Sister's hand, the rhythmic clicking of many typewriters, the piercing sound of the bell for change of class. We recall the hundreds of boys and girls hastening through the corridors, rushing from class to class, dancing in the auditorium, and dodging Room No. 24- - detention. How easy it is then to say DO YOU REMEMBER? The fun we had decorating for the dances, sneaking cautiously to the third floor for science when we were Freshmen. How strange it seemd to see the boys we went to school with, in uniform - the halls at change of class - that 'hopelessw feeling when facing geometry and shorthand exams - the idea reigning among us that all students except Cathedralites were definitely to be pitied - discussing the team's probabilities and possibilities + the morning after our first night of cheer practice -- the pungent odor in Chem. Lab - H5 S. - our feverish prayers that it would stop snowing the night of the Senior Ball - anyway, the :now gave an air of festivity to everything - that all-gonev feel- ing when we thought of graduation - the sudden popularity of scrapbooks in our Senior year - the way we marked all events in that last year with, This is the last time wffll do this. Patricia Duel

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Belted . WW., f fha , , 'yrf Y- ' X X' 'sf . LX. A f ff 'Gris . A A el'llOI 5 ,,, bd ..:-i:L4f9Tjq,,7 . , In rain or snow, in mist or sun. C. 11. Stands tall and clear. As boys and girls troop in and out Of a school they hold so dear. I.ist to the rime of our Senior Class Our upsets, common and rare. All high spots we'll now recount Don't stop us f- donft you dare! With lowered head and lagging step As Freshmen we haunted the place Lngging books, and searching hard For a third floor seating space. lfVeek after week, month after month We dreamed our Sophomore dreams As idle as Rip Van Winkle Asleep in his mountain jeans. juniors, juniors everywhere And what a sigh to meet! juniors, juniors everywhere As plans were made complete. Around, about we made our plans, We put out thoughts together: The junior Prom was a dazzling light Shining in stormy weather. Low marks here, low marks there, Low marks all round: Honors stopped,-and marks fell flat As weary teachers frowned. At first we seemed but strangers. And then we seemed to fitg But now that we are leaders F It's time for us to quit. So when in years to come, C. Hears weird, unearthly sounds, They're the spirits of '46 Hack in their haunting grounds. Ruth La Monde.