St Margarets School - Salmagundi Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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ACCEPTANCE SPEECH FROM our very first days at St. Margaret's, we recognized the sanctity of certain spots, a sanctity that we as Freshmen would never understand. A few of us were unwary enough to show our independ- ence but most of us sensed the danger of trespassing. And though we pretended, perhaps, to be indifferent, yet we knew that we could never be really content until the day when these treasured possessions should be ours. So for three years! And now, almost unbelievably, we are standing on the Senior Steps. Now more than ever, each one of us realizes the necessity of following the splendid example of your class and of every other senior class before you. Those moments when we carry out St. Margaret's traditions, and especially on Class Day, have always seemed the most beautiful of the school year. These traditions stand for the intangible things that cause graduates to return on Class Day and to send their daughters back to St. Margaret's. Now for the first time that we take part in this ceremony, we fully understand why it is that these steps mean so much to every senior class. In accepting these symbols of seniorhood -'the Senior Steps, the Senior House, and the Senior Room -, we have taken on a new responsibility and we promise you that we will strive to be worthy of the honor given us. JUNIOR SONG 1 CSong of Dawn by Offenbachl When as eager freshmen first we made our start, Even then true loyalty grew in every heart. Each day brought new pleasure more than we could measure. Here we found new comradeship and Miss Edell, too. And now that we are older we've set new goals to gain. High ideals we've learned to hold and these will remain. Knowledge ever increasing, loyalty never ceasing, All our hopes have been fullfilled. Too soon we leave St. Margaret's for what the world may give, But armed with courage, knowledge, too, we're not afraid to live. Forward gaily singing, St. Margaret's praises ringing, Onward then let come what may, we'll welcome each day. Refrain Come sing, oh sing, St. Margaret's dear! Come sing, oh sing of memories here. With loud acclaim, we'll praise her name And sing of om' St. Margaret's dear.

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COMPLAINT TU FATHER TIME VENERABLE SIR: The class of '38 wishes to register a complaint for your lack of indulgence. Our four years have been altogether too brief 5 in fact, we feel that you have been most ungenerous to us. Beginning with our Freshman year, time went all too swiftly to include '38's numerous events and accomplishments. As june 1935 marked the close of our first crammed year, '38 had to its credit two capable officers and one equally capable class ad- viser, namely, Sue Smith, chairman, Doris Boies, treasurer, and Miss Sutherland, faculty adviser. Our automobile party must also be mentioned, for even now we hear reverberations of it. Even you, Father Time, must remember that hat Margie had on and the horn,' contest, too, where contestants were requested to imitate the horns of different automobiles. We felt terribly proud of our young selves, but, as always, we had no time to indulge in that feeling at all. As early as our Freshman year, the Glee Club began to be populated with '38's, Margaret, Kitty, Sue Smith, Betty Hinman, Mary Louise, and Alice Heminway, being the songbirds on the preferred list. But time dragged us on so fast that we had to give athletics just a lick and a promise in between energetic water fights and the wonderful picnic at which Betty Hinman so kindly was hostess. We returned from our summer vacation ex- pecting to take life easy, now that we had grown up to the high estate of Sophomores, but again you jerked us along by the ears. First of all, Sue hav- ing left us, we had to elect new officers, so Margie Gifiin became our chairman, and Kitty, our treas- urer. Having risen above the enjoyment or need of water fights, we took time to be well represented on the athletic teams, and the Latin Club, Magpie board, and Glee Club welcomed with open arms the torrents of gifted Sophomores that fell upon them. Time rushed us on again to our class party, this year a newspaper party. The school seemed to appreciate our first journalistic efforts, for the party was a success meriting headlines in any extra. But before we had the chance of reveling in the joys of Sophomore freedom, you, Father Time, announced that the day had come for us to take up Junior responsibilities. After much serious discus- sion on the weighty problems ahead, we proudly and unanimously elected Kay Platt to the position of secretary on the Stu Gee Board, for, knowing her capabilities, the rest of the school backed us up. Our year was brought to its customary all too speedy close when, while our elder schoolmates coquetted and danced in the gym, we had a de- lightful supper with Miss Sutherland at the cottage and then went to see Mr. Deeds Goes zo Town. After we returned, we peeked enviously through the gym windows. The following autumn saw us gleeful over our new status - we were genuine upper classmen at last. Even if we hadn't discovered that we couldn't get along without our well tried officers, we wouldn't have had time to choose new ones. Our Junior year began in its customary rush, and the fall was positively crammed with events. '38 whipped through the hockey season packing the teams with its members. Several Friday after- noons, most of us participated in those scrumptious French Club teas which had for so long been be- yond our reach. Time suddenly precipitated us into the midst of the Roosevelt-Landon presidential campaign. One fine day we were transported to Waterbury and from behind the bars which encircle a well-kept green yard we, open-mouthed, watched Roosevelt's triumphant procession through the city. Spurred on by this close contact with national politicians, we celebrated the campaign locally by our own polit- ical rally. Shall we ever forget Margie Gifiin be- neath John L. Lewis' craggy eyebrows, or Margie Newton, as A1 Smith, enthusiastically slinging mud at Roosevelt with an appropriate East Side accent while realistically chewing on a powerful five cent cigar? Jane Farwell ably supported the radical element in the person of Earl Browder, while Mickey and Ellen, as the Republican elephant, danced to the tune of Oh,Susan11a. Nan Armstrong illustrated the effect of Roosevelt's Ciceronian oratory by emotionally forsaking Browder with: I can't stand it any longer- I 'nz converted! and a consequent dash to the booth to cast her vote for