Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

 - Class of 1943

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grace and prayer, which, as always, resulted in better and more considerate girls. Did I mention the trials those Sophomores had to endure with geometry, modern history, and more Latin? I did like that Well, if all our predecessors could do it-so can we attitude. Sister Mary Vincent, sophomore A moderator, was a guiding star in geometry. Speech classes become a bright spot in our otherwise dull lives with Sister M. Charles and her dramatics. My, that year went quickly-but, with an assurance of a brilliant future in the offing, the Junior year was revealed to my now enthralled consciousness. I sat back on my chair, Cas by this time the edge of the seat was more than six inches behind mej, I took a deep breath, and held it hated for as long as the reel continued. And now 1941, complete with young ladies maturing-becoming more fitted each day for their impending positions as good Christian women. A new class was initiated this year which became very popular--Spanish. Chemistry and biology, the latter taught by Sister Mary Dorothy, proved to be some more scholastic headaches. A seriousness and diligence that was not so evident before was the effect of December seventh on these girls. Sister M. Vincent came along another year to be Junior A counselor. Early in February the class chose those small gold bands with a colored set and thereon the Ursuline crest. The class rings came, to be cherished and reminisced over for years to come. Suddenly it was there, a custom initiated, a tradition begun, a junior-Senior Prom! Soft lights, sweet music, pretty gowns, handsome escorts-it was a perfect prom. The big night floated in, but the weather was hardly noticed 'mid all the festivities. The Juniors accepted thanks and congratu- lations for their planning of this memorable first. A bit later the girls participated in another great Catholic spectacle. The Pageant of Prayer in Scott stadium was a demonstration of faith seldom equalled in this day and age. Thousands of lighted candles, each representing a person honoring God publically. They parted now, each going her separate way, but three months later I saw everyone again! For three years they had known it was coming. Then it came. The ultimate, the Hnal, the consummation of dreams, plans, and schemes. Now, Seniors, and it seemed but a few days since those pigtails and algebra books. When the girls again returned to trod the well-loved corridors, an old favorite, Sister M. Blanche, was there to greet them. Upon closer inspection they found a new friend and advisor, Sister M. Lelia. Along with the glory of their seniority came responsibility. The Scroll, the school magazine had to be edited. They enjoyed the hours spent in the preparation for publication of it, and when it appeared in print they were proud of their brainchild And then, a drama within a drama, make-believe and grease-paint, presented by the Senior Class. In the scenes of a daily existence the footlights come up, the house lights dim. On the stage we have Little Women. The play was a symphony of artistic direction, efficient property handling, and excellent business administration. VVith a whirl of dances, parties, and congratulations, the reel came to an end. I saw only fifty-eight girls in spotless white uniforms with fluted collars and cuffs, each with a red rose. I arose to leave the theatre with that sense of satisfaction that comes when one witnesses endeavor of a permanent and gracious nature. I know and confidently expect to see these who were so representative of culture and learning in larger and finer roles throughout the remainder of their careers. I had seen a group, fused by a prevailing spirit of cooperation, develop industriously and fit themselves for drama- that of Life.', THE SCROLL 21

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Reel life . . . -PATRICIA PIERCE '43 UST to be conventional, before I tell my tale, I shall introduce myself. I have met everyone before-but now that I am older you might not recognize me. I am Life. Some may consider me an abstract thing but I am truly very real. To convince you of this I shall tell you what I hope will prove an interesting story: On one of the many sunny days in which I have existed, I was walking along a crowded street when I came upon an exclusive theatre and stopped short! On the marquee outside, appeared the title of the current attraction, Reaped from Conscientious Endeavor. Being interested in all such endeavors, I immediately gained admittance and was seated. My position was at a good vantage and enabled me to see all that went on. With no more adieu the movie began. Seventy-two confused but eager young freshmen passed before my eyes. They were looking for homerooms, books, teachers, everything-maybe even golfballs-and those that didn't have anything to look for still had that hunted expression that seems to accompany every freshie. It didn't take Sister St. Mark, Sister Rose Mary, and Sister Mary Grace long to straighten everything out. Now came a period of adjustment-or is it humanly possible to become adjusted to Latin, algebra, and all such gruesome details? Initiation was then upon them, complete with pigtails, umbrellas, and dictation galore. I firmly believe those Sophomores lay awake nights thinking of horrible things to do to those poor, sad souls. Freshmen! I must commend those girls on the fine way they cooperated in all drives and school activities. I am very proud I know them so well. The Glee Club claimed a good number for practice with vocal chords. I wonder if that annual excursion to Central for the spring music festival had anything to do with the number of recruits. 'All year when honors were being read and printed Freshman names made the roster without decline. Judging by the versatility that shows itself among these seventv-two, what with art, music and dramatics. I can safely expect great things of this class that so proudly inserts after each autograph-'43. The seasons of the year blended. My startled eyes recorded spring and the cessation of activitiesg summer, indicated by deserted halls and dust which seeped in, only to be disturbed by the intense activity of fall and a renaissance of scholasticism. The crispness of the 1940 autumn was outdone only by the appearance of the business-like Sophomores, settled down to the task of being upperclassmen and eating up every morsel of authority their position demanded. On October l and 2 they witnessed an event, the pomp and solemnity of which would engrave itself forever on their minds. In a spirit of willing service the entire student body acted as guard of honor at the dedication of the Queen of the Holy Rosary Cathedral. In immaculate white uniforms and dark blue beanies, how nice everyone looked! A few weeks later the Notre Dame University Glee Club serenaded the girls. I never thought there could be so many autograph hounds gathered together in one place at one time ..... Ah! Men! good to look at. Soon it was time for the annual retreat--three days of ,,,,'.. -,, ,, 20 THE SCROLL



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0ne Ngdf lil June. .. The important evening begins with the rain in which I am walking. When I arrive at school my shoes are rather oozy and my hair a trifle wet. I don't mind the wet part but I do wish it didn't look so very stringy. Stringy hair reminds me of spaghetti and I'd cer- tainly hate to see spaghetti-like hair being marched across the stage. Of course I turn my ankle as I start marching to the strains of lWelody in F. I'll gladly bear the limping if only the heel of my shoe doesn't come off. VVell, here I go, so take a big breath. I wish someone had told me that step was so high--too late, now-I guess I'll have to pick myself off the floor and keep marching. The least my part- ner could have done was to wait for me. It certainly is no fun Walking alone. I wonder if the people stare at everyone like that or whether it's just me. I know my hair isn't at its best and that I'm limping, but plush! I don't think any of them looks too won- derful. Thank heavens that old bow is over! Of course it would have been more graceful if I hadn't stumbled and al- most fallen into the footlights. Ah, my chair! I hope Pat's foot doesn't hurt too much. Leave it to me to get the broken chair Cif it breaks I'll diel !!!-maybe I shouldn't have spoken so soon, here I azn on the floor, but regretfully, not dead. VVell, Pat'll just have to share her chair with me. Finally, diplomas. I couldn't have held this position much longer. Pat's getting awfully heavy. My uniform's a little more mussed than I thought. Next time I'll have to straighten it out before someone sits on it. Oh, what hand for the diploma! The right? No, the left-the right-the left. Oh, fuzz! I'll hang on to the table with my right and take it with my left. I hope the audience didn't notice how -Mary Agnes Gaffney '43 I fell on the Bishop's hand. hly heel loosened. It would! If he can't manipu- late that hand any more, I'll know it's all my fault. I'll bet I almost bit it off the wrist when I lost my balance. Here's hoping they get the diplomas straightened out. hlaybe I shouldn't have hung on to the table so hard. It'll be too bad if some of the diplomas that fell on the floor are soiled. I know I'd hate to get a dirty diploma. The end is finally approaching. I'm sure Pat'll feel better after she stretches. Nlaybe I am quite a bit heavier that she is but I hate sitting up so high. Oh! dear, there goes my heel and the curtain, too. Everything's going so fast and I wish Pat'd stop sobbing so hard-I'm getting all wet. Well, the graduation is over and so is my dream. THANK HEAVENS! JDCX. THE SERVICE FLAG A border of white 'round a square of red, And in the middle a star, In our homes today is a telling proof That a dear one's gone afar. For the blood to be shed, the sym- bolical red, For the muse, the unsullied white: dnd the stars represent the dear ones we ve sent- Our tokens of faith in the right. -Patricia St. Arnaud '45 22 ' THE SCROLL.

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