St Margarets School - Salmagundi Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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another banquet of the fleet. So-on after we gave our last hop as hrst class men, a cotillion where everyone was favored well. A day of days arrived when we received our class rings, which were most inspiring. Then events were fast and furious: the mascot hunt- and even we, the supposedly brilliant and wide-awake first class men, missed the clues com- pletely and our own maneuvres went unrewardedg then the Senior Prom with its thrills and excitementg Baccalaureate Sunday and the encouraging words of advice from former sea- meng Class Day came, a more serious note, when we relinquished our senior ladder and the ward room with the hopes that our successors would faithfully carry out the traditions set before themg the eve of graduation and the class play-what histrionic ability we displayed for sailors! Then came the day of days, with its mixed sensations of happiness and sorrow. Commencement! And we left our ship Victory with a poignant regret that the voyage was ended so soon. There have been pleasures with the flood tides, as well as hard work with the ebbg we have sailed through stormy days and fair, calm and tempests, with the guidance of our able Commander-in-Chief. Now each must rig her own ship to sail the sea of life, each as her own captain and crew, on her own course with Nike guiding her to victory. gf The Keel Row Twcfliy

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in the crow's nest, we sailed the seas safely. However, the time came for us to elect a new adviser, and we promptly chose as our navigator, Miss Williams, who has guided us well in the ideals set down by former ships of the fleet. Then with the intervening junior essays, we were occupied for some time, but we soon finished, in time to appoint our staff which was booked as follows: Admiral, Mary Smith, for might we say admirable?jg Vice-Admiral, Iimmy O'Neillg Secretary of the Log, Martha Curtissg Purser, Charlotte Field, and Chief Bugler, Barbara Barrett. And with these illustrious seamen as our lead- ing navigators, we attended the fleet's banquet for the first and second class men. There we were properly battered and frayed but our seaworthy vessel came out of the storm in good shape and in our hearts nothing but love and admiration for our rival ship. Although the seniors rnade many clever maneuvres fat least they thought sob, they were unable to unearth-our rather unsea-our mascot. It, by the way, was at that time reposing in the boiler room, just in case the other ships would like to know for future reference. The following day we victoriously brought forth our Winged Victory-rather appropriate, don't you think? And she now proudly adorns our prow,-by the way, the occasion of her first appearance was a very enjoyable picnic which we held indoors since we were not able to brave the storm. With new gold uniforms, a new chantey, and the lily-of-the-valley as our crest, we were all rigged to set sail again after a safe mooring for another summer's leave. With a larger and better crew than ever, we set out on our fourth cruise with high hopes. Our first big affair as seniors was the picnic at the shore fireplace, the gift of last year's first class men. Close upon this gala occasion followed another hop, this time on board ship. Creepy and mysterious figures floated about the Heet, which lay at anchor around the first class boat, for it was Hallowe'en night-even ships have ghosts! Soon to ward OH the prying curiosity of the sleuthing juniors, we held our Sa! selections before Christmas and surprised them with our promptness and the fine results. Before Christmas leave, a pageant was held on the upper deck, and beautiful strains of music from our choir floated across the water. It was so inexpressibly lovely and, unhappily, our last! Of course, with all this pleasure, there were plenty of duties. We dreaded the write-ups due for future logs, and those necessary evils, essays, which are better left un- mentioned. But along with the obligations, we enjoyed such privileges as studying on the bridge on Friday nights, using the senior ladder and the ward room. And then, with quaking voices and bruised knees, we struggled through the throes of Glee Club try-Outs, and many of our able seamen were victorious. About the middle of the year, with Miss White as our competent and experienced guide, we anchored at New York for the day and viewed the Metropolitan Museum and listened to the exquisite opera Lalqmf-with Lily Pons-which were subjects of perfection to us seamen, too ignorant of such delights. An exclusive treat we have enjoyed several times, has been mess in our Commander-in- Chief's cabin on Sunday nights. After spring leave and even a little before, since a mighty battle raged between the junior and senior cruisers-a battle which was stopped at the peril of a trip to Davey Iones-we began to worry about the little problems of the second class men. But on April first-it seems to be a tradition-they released us from anxiety and announced their commanding olficers, and we forthwith invited them to Ninelcen

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