Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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History of a F our-Year Old i senior class room? I couldnt be lieve my ears. I'd thought the room was empty but evidently it was not. I pushed open the door and looked in. At first I saw no one. Then- I noticed a white, huddled figure at the far end of the room. It was a little girl and she had not heard me enter. As I touched her on the shoulder she jumped, startled. VVhat's the matter ? I asked. EARFUL sobs coming from the Then she began to cry again: Oh, dear, I'm so sad. You see, l'm nearing the end of my life. I'm the Class of '37 . I'm nearly four years old and I live here in this school. At least, until June 8. Then I must say good-bye to this life and become a ghost. I'll join the ghosts of former classes that haunt this building. Now you know why I'm crying . With that she buried her face in her handkerchief while I stood aston- ished at her stpry. Regaining my senses, my first thought was that of comforting her. You must have quite a story to tell of your life, I said, hoping to obtain some exclusive information as well as to change the subject. Oh, dear, yes , she replied in a voice quite mature for a four-year-old. Would you like to hear it P At my eager nod of assent she began. I'll never forget that day in September four years ago when I came into being as fifty-seven little, green, frightened, freshmen invading St. Ursula's sanctum of higher learning, eager to explore the mysteries of high school life. We soon discovered how much we had to learn. Yet from the very first they say we LI,L'Cll.Ii liifckimxi, '37 showed our class spirit in everything we did. Our day of supremacy was the day on which we gave the reception for the eighth grade girls of the city and pre- sented a highly enjoyable play. How we struggled in the new realms of Latin and of algebra! I-Iow proud we were when we came in ahead of the upper classmen in the Cherry Blossom Festa drive! I-Iow we enjoyed those nine months of joys and sorrows, of play and work! Then for three months school books lay closed and collecting dust until my second year dawned. My girls and l were now sophs. Accordingly we tried to act dignified and self-confident. We en- tered on our new career by putting forth every effort and determination to win the school song contest. And we did!! That year we became involved in geome- try theorems and further involved in Latin, English, and history to emerge with our flying colors-honors. Missions became our chief interest and we sponsored l3elinda's Mission Party which was a wonderful success. That was the year of the Pageant in honor of the four hundredth anniversary of the founding of the Ursuline Order. The girls of the Class of '37 lent their invaluable support by comprising the visions of St. Angela. We had many rep- resentatives in the Glee Club, the orches- tra, the athletic, and the recital fields. Scarcely had we become accustomed to being sophomores when we suddenly found ourselves beginning our third year -a year of constant activity and of striving toward success. As juniors we began to explore the labyrinths of chem- TH E Scaou. 17