Sacred Heart Academy - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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Little dancing, nothing! Why only last year she did a command per- formance before the King of England. Wonderful, we all exclaimed in a chorus. l'Say, Emma, we've been hearing a great deal about you these days, I remember when you and I used to talk for hours about our ambitions, I mur- mured. l'Now yours has actually been realized. Can you believe it, girls, when I tell you that little 'Miss Cuba' is the first woman ambassador from Cuba! I think it's wonderful. murmured Glenna. Look at Glenna over there dreaming, mocked Helen. Yes, and we think it's grand, chimed Mary Curlee, Glenna is one of the best known of American interior decorators. Why only last year she did the decorating in the White House! Have you noticed that Helen seems to know a lot about the White House? asked Mary Claire. She should. Can you imagine one of the Seniors of '38 marrying the President's son? It seems hardly possible. Oh, well, returned Mary Evelyn, Helen was cut out to be a social leader. Glenna, who had been silent for quite a while, spoke up, I think we should give a little recognition to Mary Claire. COf course, her last name isn't Allen now.j She's been telling me about that Pulitzer Prize for 1948. You know she practically ran away with the honors. i Oh, yes, mused Edith, Wasn't the name of her book 'Swept by the Breeze? Indeed, it was! I replied, And we certainly have to hand it to Mary Claire. She's built her nest at the top of the tree. I looked inquiringly around the room to see if we had left out anyone. 'iSay, Mary Evelyn, you haven't told us about yourself. Honestly, Dottee, you're still dense. The Latin scholar of our school days now holds the chair of classical languages at Blackrock University, and, as you all know, she has the honor of being the iirst woman promoted to this position. Whewl That's something to boast about, I replied in amazement. UI think it is about time we should do a little visiting around the school, suggested one of the girls. Just a minute, cried Miriam, 'lDorothy hasn't told us anything about herself yet. I refuse to commit myself, was my reply. Looks as if I'll have to do a little talking, Miriam retorted. As you all probably know, the 'Dunce' of our school days has become one of the best known clothing designers on Broadway. She's becoming interna- tionally known and often sets the dress styles in our own country. 'lMiriam, you make me blush, I teased. Pardon me for interrupting such a pleasant conversation, said Helen, but it is 8:30. Let us pretend we are school girls once again and retire with the students. That it should come to this, quoted Edith, 'iWe've been here but two hours and we are falling back into our old habits. We began to prepare for bed. As the old familiar convent bell signalled 9:45, I pushed the light switch. Goodnight all, I cried. 'Everything would be complete if Sister M. Teresa would tap on the door and ask if we had heard the bell. -DOROTHY WALKER. Page Twenty-fiue NINETEEN THIHTY-EIGHT gif

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575 lass ibrnpbetp Only two more miles! The nearer I came to my destination the more I trembled with emotion. My attempt to visualize our meeting failed because of the questions that came surging through my brain: Will I recognize the girls? Will they remember me? Will the old familiarities be resumed? . . . It was June, 1949 and I was on my way to dear old Sacred Heart, my Alma Mater. For years I had looked forward to this event-the reunion of the class of '38. The bus stopped. I was really in Belmont again, in front of the graceful arch proclaiming in large letters SACRED HEART JUNIOR COLLEGE AND ACADEMY. Forgetting I was no longer a school girl, I grabbed my belongings and started to run up the walk, In spite of the well-known entrance, for a few moments I doubted that I had reached my proper destination. Girls of various sizes came running towards me from all parts of the campus, but the familiar brown and tan uniform was no more. These girls were dressed in a trim dark blue jumper with a pale blue silk blouse, They courteously offered to carry my bags and conducted me towards the buildings. Before we had advanced very far, I heard a laugh peculiar to one person, the dear directress of my school days, Sister Columba. Joy of joys! Once more she embraced me sincerely and affectionately and said, The girls are waiting for you in the old Senior dormi- tory. I needed no further urging. I made my way up the steps to the third floor and ran madly down the corridor. I stopped in front of the door through which I had passed so many times and took a moment to regain my composure. Then with my heart fairly leaping with excitement, I flung open the door . . . I could have saved myself much anxiety. Dottee! Dotteel they cried, as joyfully as any old friend could wish, The first person I spied was Miriam Weldon, resting as usual. She did, however, exert herself enough to rise and give me that old familiar grin and a hug. By that time the other girls realized that I had arrived. and all were trying to reach me. Questions pelted upon me like hailstones. Hey, I cried, in schoolgirl vernacular, Give a person a chance, will you? Glenna Fisher, our little peacemaker, took charge of the situation and soon had everyone seated. Well, I'm ready to start asking questions, I cried gaily, but first, I'm going to do a little guessing. Edith Gallagher. it won't be hard to find out what you have been doing with yourself. The papers are full of you nowadays. You've practically reached the peak in the law profession, haven't you? Well, not exactly, Edith replied modestly, but I have done very well. I always knew that 'gift of gab' would never go to waste, said Miriam. Since you're so smart, Miss Weldon, how about telling us something about yourself? Miriam casually Hung a newspaper at us and said, 'fGaze on that. We gazed all right, for there on the front page was a picture of our Mur- ram, and above the picture we read, Miriam Weldon, Star Guard on National Championship Basketball Team. L'Congratulations, Miriam! You have been climbing! and similar remarks came from different parts of the room, I'm not the only person who has been going up. retorted Miriam. Ask Mary Curlee a few questions. Come on, 'fess up Mary. Well, I've been doing a little dancing, faltered Mary. Page Twenty-four THE GRADATIM

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Sill lass will anti Gliestament STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA, COUNTY OF GASTON, CITY OF BELMONT. I We, the Senior Class of '38, being of sound mind and body at present, but just begin- ning our last set of exams and knowing that .they will either kill us or leave our minds in such a condition that we will not be responsible for our actions, do hereby proclaim this to be our last will and testament. ARTICLE I To our Chaplain we leave our sincerest appreciation of his religious guidance and sympathy in our many problems. ARTICLE II To our Directress, we express our deepest affections and sincere thanks for her patience and long-suffering in our regard and for her kindly assistance in our many difficulties and perplexities. ARTICLE III I To Sister Teresa, we leave the remains of the Senior Dormitory together with our sincere gratitude for her patience and endurance. ARTICLE IV To the faculty we wish to extend our thanks for their perseverance in trying to instill knowledge into our feeble minds, coupled with our attention-at last! ARTICLE V To the Juniors we leave all our Senior privileges together with the Senior table, the Senior dormitory, and the ability to do the wrong thing at the right time. ARTICLE VI To the Sophomores we leave our bright and witty sayings and our comradeship which embraces one and all. ARTICLE VII To the Freshmen we leave our loyalty and our sincere hope that they will have four years as full as ours. ARTICLE VIII I, Mary Claire Allen, do will and bequeath my Senior dignity to Mary Fay. Fakey, I hope it will enable you to live up to the old tradition of a dignihed senior. I, Mary Curlee, do will and bequeath my punctuality KU and de.pendabilityC?j to Pauline Boyter. May you always be Polly-on-the-spot. I, Edith Gallagher, do will my gift of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to Mary Catherine Kabas. I sincerely hope you will learn to keep your opinions to yourself occasion- ally, Mary Kay. I, Miriam Weldon, do bequeath my ability of skipping study hall and of cramming for exams to Alice Clements. Here's hoping you will make use of this gift as frequently and as successfullyt?D as I have, Alice. I, Emma Bauza, do will and bequeath my poetic ability to .Ioy Gilbert. Joy, I hope that Calliope will smile on you more frequently than she did on me, l I, Mary Evelyn I-Ioltzclaw, do will my ability to stay awake in class to Tillie Smith. I hope it will be less trouble and more profitable UB than it has been to me. I, Glenna Fisher, do bequeath my bobby pins to Dolly Seay. May they keep her hair as curly and as beautifulffj as mine. I, Dorothy Walker, do will and bequeath my ability of getting in and out of scrapes to Helen Dreelin. Helen, I hope you get out more than you get in. I, Helen Jones, do leave my tassled, steeple-top Pill-box to Dorothy Hogan. I hope you will never be as high as your hat, Dorothy. ARTICLE IX Our last request is that when, and if, we die from the results of the exams, we may be buried in our caps and gowns. with your diplomas in our hands, and the seal of intellectual complacency upon our brows. MIRIAM WELDON, Lawyer. WITNESSESI ANGUS fOur Dogl, JONATHAN COur Turtlel. Page Twenty-six THE GHAUATIM