Nazareth Academy - Lanthorn Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Anna Toomey 899 Genesee Street St. Monica’s School A good business woman. Monica A. Vogt 48 Austin Street Holy Apostles School Monica ranks high among the lovers of Golden Silence. She knows when to speak and when not to. A science, you will admit. Mary A. Weber 718 Joseph Avenue Holy Redeemer School Mary usually thinks differently from every¬ one else in the class. However, she usually converts everyone to her way of thinking. Cecilia H. Wegman 195 Fernwood Avenue St. Francis Xavier’s School Those eyes were certainly never made to weep. Irene M. Weis 74 Field Street Hlessed Sacrament School Her principal attraction,—dimples. Lucy M. Whitman 194 Conkey Avenue St. Michael ' s School A dainty and quiet little lady who has the faculty of slipping noiselessly into her seat three minutes after prayers. Twenty-seven

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Ethel E. Sercu 106 Weld Street St. Joseph’s School By her love of helping: others and if her dreams come true, Ethel will be teaching: under Hawaiian skies so blue. Helen M. Sheehan 10 Phelps Avenue Nazareth Academy As many more have said, if 1 had my way I would sit and look at her all day. Rose Simonette 114 Bryan Street Holy Rosary School Like Pollyanna she was always glad, We don’t believe that she could e’er be sad. Dorothy D. Spencer 490 Glenwood Avenue Holy Rosary School Dorothy is undeniably our genius and we certainly are proud of the fact that her literary achievements are winning fame for her—and our school also. Louise T. Straub 41 Austin Street Holy Family School “Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” Ethel A. Teirlynck 11 Lake View Terrace Sacred Heart School Ethel is our time-keeper and general alarm- clock for danger ahead. You can depend on Ethel every time. Twenty-six

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Loretta H. Zapf 476 Flint Street Immaculate Conception School Oh, those curls!” Nazareth On a time the goddess of Wisdom Sprang forth from the temple of Zeus. So, likewise, our Nazareth has risen, From minds that love wisdom and truth. On her throne on a royal height planted, She sits all unrivaled in grace. With strong arms uplifted to Heaven And love-light illuming her face. Round this throned intellectual beauty Fair maidens delightedly throng, And yield to the lovely enchantment That lures them, compelling and strong. She’s our own queenly mother. We love her. We love the large power of her might. We love her clear and sure accents, Her high faith, our strong beacon-light. Thy children, calm browed Alma Mater, A parting boon ask at thy knee, That mid changing times, other faces, Their mem’ry be cherished by thee. Truth, honor and courtesy gentle Their ’scutcheon deep-carven shall be, By faith’s clear white light proudly blazoned, Reflecting the Truth which makes free. Marie Murphy. Twenty-eight