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istry and of economics. Un the second floor now we literally could look down on our sister class-the freshmen-with sympathetic tenderness. Class enthusiasm and cooperation characterized each new enterprise. That year the juniors took over the Easter issue of the Scroll and after weeks of work and worry and planning we presented the school with a magazine to take its place with the best. Then more weeks of work and worry and planning and this time the junior-senior picnic which came off splendidly. Time rolled by and we entered our fourth year. Alas, it was to be our last. Last year's juniors became this year's eeniors. Yet the girls confided in me that they didn't feel the least hit different. VVe were still plain, common, ordinary people. But others treated us differently. Now we were the first dismissed at noon, now we sat in the front rows of the auditorium. So to show our school spirit we began the year by a very suc- cessful campaign of Scroll ad soliciting. And went over our quota! Next we turned our talents to the writing of words to a school song. Again we suct- ceeded in having our song chosen as the one to he used during the year. The Scroll staff was selected and the first issue came off the press to be greeted with delight by everyone who read it. At Christmas time the seniors visited Marybrook and presented the girls with presents, refreshments, and entertain- ment. After Christmas the Senior Dramatic Club began preparations and rehearsals for the three-act play, Mansions . The evenings of March 6 and 7 were eve- nings of revelation--bringing to light our hidden dramatic talent. Then the members of the class, after weeks of anxious preparation, research, and read- ing, wrote the religion essays. And now we are looking forward to the last few weeks of school at St. Ursula's. They hold much in store-the junior-senior picnic, the senior banquet, and Commencement night. The girls and I realize that these are weeks con- taining strains of joy and festivity and also strains of sadness and wonder. Sad- ness at leaving dear old S. U. A. where we have spent four happy years. Wonder at what lies ahead in the years to come. The others are doubtful about their fu- ture but I am certain of mine. I shall only be a has-been, a ghost of my former self. But now l am turning into a pro- phecy what I really intended for a his- tory. And as this quaint, little, four-year-old with her grown-up manners paused, l smiled at her and thanked her for tell- ing me such an interesting story. She told me that just talking to someone made her feel so much better. Thus the Class of '37, and l parted. Q 18 TH E SCROLL
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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
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Class Prophecy lTl-l the best faculties of your imagination We ask you to leap ahead into the glorious year of 1956, with Josephine Hubacker and Geraldine Fox who have succeeded in locating the present destination of the entire class of 1937, by means of a now highly improved television set. Heavens! Joey, l didn't think we'd ever really find them all. lsn't it just too exciting? Hurry, turn it onf' ex- claimed Jerry. Patience, little one, patience. We'll get this on soon enough, remonstrated joey. Now, let's see. NVhere shall we be- gin? Why not start in Pennsylvania? VVhy, look, there's Margaret King. Sec- retary? No, pri-vate secretary to the President of the First National Bank in Pittsburg. Lovely secretary, isn't she ? And there--yes, it is Catherine Stone. My word! Take a glance at that outfit. Now, where could she be going? Let's follow her up the steps, through the revolving door-and into the private office of 'DeWitt and Son', Criminal Lawyers. Bless us! another secretary. And say, you notice it's DeWitt, Jr., not DeWitt, Sr.'s office. ls there ro- mance ? Jerry interrupted with, Quit ramb- ling, Joey, let's move on to the fBig City'. And with a simple twist of the wrist they were there, watching lVIary Virginia Sullivan, the noted artist, paint- ing the portrait of Tamara Tamaera falias Corinne Doughenyj the glorious star of Broadway, now playing 'Portia' in the 'Merchant of Venicef But we musn't linger. There are so many others. VVhere is Gertrude -GisR.1x1,niNu Fox, '37 -JOSIQPHIN li H U imckltk, '37 Schmitt? questioned Jerry. Obi don't you remember? She's the head illustrator for the !Pictorial Re- view'. There she is in her studio. now. What a grand studio! just like Ger- trude. VVell, how about leaving the business district and jumping to New York so- ciety? There in the midst of it all is Lenore Schoen, hostess at a luncheon for the 'elite' of the suburbs. Dear! Dear! Oh, but what's this? The first per- formance of the ever popular Carmen being produced at the Metropolitan Opera House. Who is that pretty girl? Why that's Charlotte Thomas, feature star of the Ballet. But wait, there is more. Over there to the right, in Box A we have none other than glean lvlohr, now married to Dr. Jeffery Derrick, the famous New York physician. Oh, we mustn't forget Betty Kle- man, New York's outstanding social worker, there she stands in the center of a group of poor but sweet little waifs. Look at the smile on her face, she seems peifectly contented making little boys, God's children, happy. Say Jerry, where was lwary Jane Savage? Oh yes! turn that dial to Mary- knoll and meet kind hearted, cheerful Sister Ethel Marie. VVhy, there's Chicago. Helena's there. remember? She is the Dean of the Chicago Institute of Music. She really was cut out to be a musician. 'fGlory be! lf that isn't Barbara Fers- tle! Observe the crowd at that Hower show admiring Barbara's magnificent display - particularly her chrysanthe- THE SCROLL 19
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