Catholic High School of Baltimore - Troubadour Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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The day is o'er—

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Rev. Jerome D. Sebastian re- treat master in 1941. Rev. John J. Duggan retreat master in 1942 and 1943. Annual retreats were a source of spiritual refreshment. r i -

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,o One bright memory shines like a star In the sky of my spirit forever; And over my pathway it flashes afar A radiance that perishes never. IEMEMBER the very first day of school? Everyone was just a bit timid and restrained until someone made a funny remark and the tension was broken. We were assigned to our classrooms and were in high glee be- cause there was just one session. We dashed home to tell the folks about our new sections, and the new pals we had made at Catholic High. ( VERYONE buzzed about the corridors the next day on an improvised inspcc- 1JT Ron tour. Some of the more curious and venturesome got themselves lost and had to be re-directed to the first floor classrooms. ASS was celebrated for the first time in our school by Monsignor Barrett. This was rightly our first assembly as students. “Sursum Corda” the celebrant said, and we felt happy and lighthearted as we lifted our hearts to the Lord of earth and heaven. (VY UCH ado about something! Our first opportunity to initiate came the fol- 111 lowing year when we dressed the present Juniors (soon to be Seniors) C '% in green ribbons, etc., and made them perform. They were good sports, we discovered. fjjf.1 UZZ, buzz—that was the predominating sound when we heard we could hold IJti our Junior Prom, and who wouldn’t talk about giving us that night of (j fun! (jj TERNALLY grateful is how we feel toward Mother Generosa for giving us 'jjj this fine school in which to spend four happy years. “Let your light shine” is the motto that appeared on our rings that eventful day when we received them. Living up to Catholic High standards is the best way to show gratitude. May our rings constantly remind us! IGHT! ! ! How could you forget that feeling when there was an “A” after your section number? Seniors at last! How happy we were! And how fast the year sped by to leave us standing, a trifle timidly as in 1939, on the threshold of a new life! One bright memory; others have passed, Back into the shadows forever; But it, far and fair, bright and true to the last. Sheds a light that ivill pass away never. P %. ffi LATED is the word to describe how we felt about the fact that there were Ijj no other classes in the building to initiate us. Can any other class of f 1943 in Baltimore, or even in Maryland, claim such a distinction? We celebrated with a Hallowe’en Party, dressed in costumes, and sang. Fun, wasn’t it?