Convent of Mercy Academy - Annual Yearbook (Mobile, AL)

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F ENG'-Yvinpm W fl- is-'31 :---. -ru. X--4.111 ' fy- - .- ..-...- - ignewngvq-4.1731-Ei: se. , T .,d5..:,rgu,?-sm Fav 1: smile upon the faces of these two girls is an indication of the pleasure and satis- faction they derive from acting as Angels of Mercy . A soft gleam of light falls upon a small dark haired girl, and makes her the center of attraction. I hear music, and Cecilia McBride lifts her voice in song. When she is finished, she is rewarded by thunderous applause. As Cecilia bows and walks off thet stage, she turns and grins in that impish manner, so familiar to all her c assma es. Hold it, that's fine, I heard a familiar voice say, and now, shall we have another one? Can that be Angeline Santos, camera enthusiast of our school days? As she takes the hand of a little girl, the subject of the picture, and leads her to the door, I recognize Mary Oberkirch as the child's mother. As Mary talk's to Ange- line, her pride in her lovely little girl is evidenced by the happy tone of her voice. As Mary leaves the studio, another familiar face greets me. I recognize Marie Walpole, who has come to have a number of publicity photographs taken. She and Angeline chat during the sittings and I learn that Marie has become quite famous. This is not surprising, for preseverance toward her goal was a quality easily recog- nized in this classmate. As Marie slowly fades from sight, the vision gives way to another picture: that of a small girl who is sitting at a desk. A small plate upon the desk tells me that this is Elodie McGowan, personell manager in a large department store. The valu- able experience gained as Advertising Manager of the Mercian proved to be helpful in gaining this high position for Elodie. As I catch one last glimpse of Elodie, the picture fades into oblivion, and another takes its place. In this one, I see my childhood friend, Rubie Langley. Rubie is dressed in riding clothes and is leading a beautiful chestnut mare across a stretch of green to its stable. As she reaches the stable, Rubie turns to stroke the mane of the animal, and smiles, and in this smile can be read the happiness and content- ment of a person who so rightly deserves life's best. As the vision of Rubie vanishes, I see Eloise Killion, wearing garden hat and gloves, and standing in the midst of a profusion of flowers. As she gathers an armful of blossoms, Eloise walks through the gate of a white pick'et-fence, toward a lovely little bungalow. She pauses at the steps and stoops to touch the curly head of a pretty blonde child. The little child, a perfect replica of her mother, skips gaily be- hind her mother into the house, and both disappear. As the last of my classmates fade from view, I think how lovely it would be, were they all united. What jolly times we could have, discussing our various pro- fessions, and, sharing confidences, and then I realize that I have not yet seen my future in the glass. It seems that time alone will reveal my future to m-e. I shall be content to wait for the fulfillment of my hopes and ambitions and shall endeavor to perform each task conscientiously and ask for strength and courage to faithfully uphold the ideals rooted within me by my training at Mercy. BARBARA FROMMEL '44

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Kose Day The annual Rose Day was held on the afternoon of May 26 at four o'clock. The -entire high school group, in pastel evening dresses, as- sembled in the auditorium where tables were decorated for the occasion. The Seniors took' the places of honor in the center. A tiny ship with Christ at the helm, was filled with daintily dressed paper dolls represent- ing each graduate. Pink streamers were held in place at the table by the gifts, crucifixes. The Juniors presented a short skit under the direction of Sister M. Alda, R. S. M. It was in the form of a class prophecy. The scene was a rose garden, the year 1954. Eleanor Birkel, as the fairy, with a tap of her wand, brought forth from a magic rose each of the Seniors in their various professions. Rev. J. S. Bogue, S.J., spoke to the group as regards their eternal destiny. Refreshments were served and each class gave some tribute in the form of parodies or verse to the outgoing class of '44. Betty Calametti '44.