Villa Madonna Academy - Ros Maris Yearbook (Villa Hills, KY)
- Class of 1943
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Villa Madonna Academy
Four memorable years have passed in our
short span of life, years in which we have tra-
versed a road of happiness. Now, as we ap-
proach the future with determined zeal and the
grace of Almighty God, we look back on these
joyous days with heartfelt gratitude. Within
these covers of Ros M aris, we have recorded the
glorious memories of our ever so short school
year that thus we may retain permanently a few
of life's fleeting moments of joy.
' SARA SILVA, '43
To the Blessed Virgin
the benign patroness of
our school and of
Ros Maris, 743
M ary Elizabeth Berger
"A friend more true has yet to live,
Or one less selfish, or more guy."
Conscientious, amiable, a connoisseur in the
art of home-making. Has never accepted de-
feat in anything. Persevering, pains-taking.
patient. Her greatest responsibility, being
"big sister:" her greatest pride, the Twins.
Happy as the day is long.
Kathleen Theresa Donahue
"A merry laugh-a love of life ilself,
No gloom, no fear can enter here."
Cheerful, adept, precise. Kitty has a smile
and a kind word for every one. Her happiest
moments are spent writing to her three
brothers in the service. Enthusiastic in class
projects, her school spirit sets an example
Betty Ann Dressrnan
"A girl, she seems, of tlteerful yesterdays
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Carefree .Ind lmppy ns her poetry. A lively
spirit, clever and literary-minded. A per-
suasive manner. 'lihrives amid gnyety.
Abominntes comparisons. Witticisms, fre-
quent and sharp. provoke laughter rather than
displeasure. A delightful friend.
Ullow wise one must be
To be always html."
Amiable. active, and light-hearted. Cons-
tantly responding to another's need. Never
too busy to put the artistic touch to any
project. An excellent class president, A
friendly and gay personality. Glenny has the
distinction of being It four-star member of
the Annual staff.
Rosemary Ann Holman
"True happiness, if understood.
Consists alone in doing good."
Revels and excels in high finance. As Busi-
ness Manager has steered Ros Maris through a
precarious year. In the years we have known
her, Rosemary has never accepted responsi-
bility half-heartedly. Her zealous cooperation
lends spirit to any project. however small.
Her generosity and unfailing kindness will
never be forgotten.
M ary Angela Jacobs
"Rich in saving common sense,
In her simplicity sublime."
A Southern drawl, a slow smile are character-
istic of Angie. Capable and systematic, she
has become one of our foremost organizers
of proms and assembly programs. Her friends
are many among Seniors and underclassmen
Dashing, spiritual. .incl cam
Norma Marie M uccino
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An authority on
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quick to rally to .iny wort
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Mary Leah Nicholson
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lntt-nr upon ht-r tlvslrmfal umr'st-."
Dclilwratr. diplomatic, wcll vcrsc.l in civic
aflaizs. Our lwusincss woman of tutlay: our
lawycr of tomorrow. llcr somctimcs serious
manncr is rcliuvcd hy gay and huarly l.1llglllL'f.
Mary lcah will long hu rcmcmlwcrctl as a rc
porter. commentator. and lcatlcr in discussions
on public affairs.
"Sumo thinlz thc' wurltl is matic for
fun and lrftlllif.
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Vivacious, petite, with a glint of mischief
in hcr eye. An engaging companion and .1
steadfast friend, On thc hockey Held, in the
swimming pool, or on the basket-lull court,
"Ride" can hardly hc cxccllccl. She is knuwn
to hc cvcrywhcrc at once,
Mary Patricia Steiber
i'No fare, no fate however sud
Clwultl dim lhe lauahler of her ht-url."
Carefree and musical, she has earned her repu-
tation, "the life of the Senior class," There
would never be a dull moment if Pat had her
way. Can pull an accordion lilte a genuine
Kentucltian. A voluminous letter writer.
where ber smile can't reach her pen will.
Sara Elizabeth Silva
"Refined and poised,
Ye! full of mirth."
A dependable Class President and Treasurer.
Has performel suucessfully the almost im-
possible feat of balancing the Senior budget.
Carries responsibility easily: worries little.
Completely genuine. Outspolxen but not
critical, Digniued with occasional lapses when
she is only "witty and giddy." All are
fond of Sally.
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She bent forward over her sewing machine, guiding the blue material in
front of her. Then quickly she released the motor. Something had gone wrong,
and the seam was slightly crooked. With the help of the scissors that her in-
structor had left close by, she managed to rip the crooked thread. Placing the
material once again under the needle and patting it gently, her hand trembling
slightly, she tensely held the cloth in place as she guided it in as straight a line
as possible. The musical hum of the purring motor brought a happy smile to
Mary's face. For a minute she forgot all the headaches she had suffered over
this same machine. Her prayer for success had not been in vain. At last she cut the
thread that held her precious blue material in place and gazed almost reverently
at the straight seam that was her reward for patience.
J EANNE REESE. '45
A player stood silently poised on the soft green hockey field expectantly
waiting her chance for a crack at the ball. Suddenly a tremendous shout arose
from the crowd as the ball was knocked in her direction. Quick as a flash she
raced blindly up the field, dribbling the hard ball.
Mid shouts and gleeful cheers from the boisterous audience, and sticks flying
all ways to block her, Kathleen raced madly toward the goal, one thought im-
printed upon her mind, score! score! With every muscle straining to the utmost,
her heart beating furiously, her shifting eyes pressing upon her the vital need
for more speed, catching her breath in quick, short gasps, she madly rushed for-
ward through her foes with jaws set in a determined fashion, lips pressed to-
gether, and her mouse brown locks flying in the breeze.
LAVERNE KREBS, '45
There goes the bell at 3:15 on Monday, and whom do we see but Betty
Ann Dressman hurrying to change from her uniform into an outfit appropriate
for a business girl, perhaps a lavender sweater and a tan skirt,-or a bright kelly
green sweater and a tweed skirt. After the transformation has been wrought
she is very picturesque indeed. Then she digs into the large black purse and
finally locates her comb. A few rapid strokes through her golden hair, a dab
of powder. a bit of lipstick, and she is ready to spend the rest of the day as one
of the army of young business women who are doing their part to release
workers for wartime jobs.
MARY IRENE BERTKE, '45
There was just one girl sitting at the art table. Her smooth, capable hands
moved swiftly over the paper as she drew first the rough outline, then sketched
in the face, eyes, nose, and mouth. Her determined eyes were moving rapidly.
with her hands following her glance. The figure gradually took form and grace,
and the girl that was Working at it showed deep satisfaction because this was
one she wouldn't have to tear up. Her feet were crossed under her chair, and
her short wavy hair was hanging a little over one eye. The new class ring
glittered in the sunlight as her hand flitted across the page. Her lips showed no
sign of lipstick, and the eyes that darted over her paper looked like blue birds.
Yes, it was easy to see that the future would be promising for Paulina. so I
slowly closed the door and proceeded to my next class.
JOELLA Sci-nvunr, '45
. . . - . .
A young girl stood erect before the long mahogany desk of the manager
of a large business concern, She was wearing a neat blue uniform with the spot-
less white collar tucked beneath the folds of her open coat. Showing no signs of
the nervousness which she felt, she turned her smiling business-like face toward
the accommodating gentleman. Gradually, however, small beads of perspiration
began to form on her high forehead beneath her neatly combed, wavy hair.
Her well shaped lips parted in their inimitable way, and in a pleasing tone, Rose-
mary solicited patronage for the war-time Ros Maris of '43,
PAULINE NOLAN, '45
Is it time for recreation? If it is, we shall indeed venture forth to find the
one girl that keeps us amused and amazed by tales of her past antics. Yes, in-
deed, it could be no other than our Sally. Is it time to obtain a hostess, charm-
ing and gracious, dignified in speech and in dress? Again, our Sally comes to the
rescue. It may be time for a game of basket-ball or hockey, or for a swim in the
pool. Our Sally is always there, ready to share and enjoy the pleasures and
hows of Others' VIRGINIA MCDANIEL, '44
Pauline stands erect at the head of the diving board with feet together,
hands down at her sides, and head held high. She takes three or four long steps
toward the end of the board, springs, and in a moment is high in the air with all
the grace of a jack-knife. She straightens out as fast as lightning and sub-
merges. Coming up on the other side, she swims across the pool to climb out,
proceeding as before. RUTH SCHEPER, '45 '
Whig: ' :
At the umpire's summons, she arose, picked up "Joe," her old pal, and
with all the air of a member of the Reds took her place at the plate, a home run
in mind. After having rejected three balls most scrupulously, she spotted a
satisfactory one, swung instantly, and with the entire force of her body socked,
sending a low, swift, and accurate ball beyond all of the fielders. Thrusting the
bat aside, she rounded the bases in long, steady, swift strides, reaching the home
plate with not a second to spare. Sinking down into the cool grass to rest up
for another victorious crack at the ball, Angie seemed not to notice, except for a
word of thanks, the praise and congratulation which were shouted at her.
V ' HELEN WAGNER, '46
What Senior might be seen in front of the record-player or the radio, a
dreamy far-away look in her eyes, and her arms hanging limply over the arm
of the chair? One arm hanging, for the other hand would be playing with a
tiny curl just in front of her ear. You speak to her: no response. At last
rousing her from the deep reverie into which good music usually sends her, you
receive an absent-minded, indifferent answer, and Norma slides back into a
delicious absorption in thought. DOLORES BALLMAN, ,44
Back in the corner, paying no attention to any distraction, studying almost
ferociously, sits a brown haired, brown eyed student. There are books in front
of her, at her side, all around. She is literally closed in on all sides. So that she
will not have to disturb herself to look for some reference, she has thoughtfully
brought the reference books she will need with her. No, Mary Leah-will not
waste a minute of her study hour, and you can readily see by the intent look on
her face that she is absorbing every bit she is reading. She is the picture of an
animated student on the track of something, and nothing will prevent her from
gaming her point' JEANNE CLAIRE VEHR, '44
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Just imagine a young girl full of pep and vitality, sitting behind the wheel
of her car. She is laughing, probably at the latest joke she has just heard, but
her eyes have not left the ribbon of road before her. I-Ier blond hair is blowing
with the breeze from the open window. No camera can catch that bright sparkle
in her blue eyes or those dimples that magically pop out each time she smiles.
Can you see her? If so, you have a mental picture of Dottie.
MARY JANE POPKEN, '44
Instead of being huddled around the victrola, a number of blue-uniformed
girls were standing about the piano, eagerly listening to popular music played
by some unidentified artist. Inquiringly I peered through a little crack, and saw
the pianist's face. It was a Senior humbly playing for the entertainment of her
underclassmen. Her face was all aglow with pleasure or heat, her lips moving
gaily to the words of the tune, and her eyes taking in the notes, the piano keys.
and the girls on either side of her, - all at the same time. Black hair twisted
and turned on her white collar with every turn she made of her head to keep in
time with the music. Slim, white iingers flew up and down the keyboard, at
times doubtfully, at times firmly. Pat it was, "the girl who plays the accordion
at home, but the piano at school." ROSE MARIE QUAING' '45
. . s . . s
Louise is always busy doing one thing or another. It is hard to tell where
you could find her. You may look through the keyhole of the sewing room
door, but then she might be in the English room. If these places do not give you
satisfaction, I should then advise you to look on the hockey field, or on the
basket-ball court. Probably you are still looking for a Senior who is very hard
to find. As a last chance, I think I hear her amongst that group of younger
girls, who, as well as the Seniors, number her among their friends.
ROSE MARIE HURLEY, '44
Senior privileges are vague things.
I used to think that there were many.
Now that a senior I've become,
I often ask if there are any.
DOROTHY MUETHING, '43
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in accordance with immemorial high school tradition indulge in
Most Obliging Most Cooperative
Mary Angela Jacobs Rosemary Holman
Branch 'of Serofce
Mary Leah Nicholson
Betty Ann Dressman
and subscribe to the following
Sports for Boys
Sports for Girls
"As Time Goes By"
Draftie or Blondie
e Lowell Thomas
You Who Have -
Apologies to Robert Burns
You, who have been filled with dread,
You who've wished that you were dead,
You're the one whose weary head
Needs a little rest.
Now forget what's gone before.
Don't, I pray you, worry more.
Forget about what's still in store,
That's the way that's best.
Maybe it seems you are accursed,
Maybe your head is about to burst-
But you're surely not the first,
Nor will you be the last.
Confess you've been in tighter jams,
Don't jump each time the front door slams.
It's only five or six exams.
I'll bet you even passed! ! l
BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43
Lord, my thoughts all fly to Thee,
In these days of reverie.
In my heart visit me.
My companion be.
Be Thy whisper e'er so fleet
Each suggestion my mind will greet.
Start toward light my uncertain feet.
I ask on bended knee.
DoRo'rHY MUETHING, '43
Dear God, in a world that's torn with war,
Let me think of the coming years
When the cannon has ceased its roar
And the nations dry their tears.
Give me strength to wait release.
Let me live as one should live,
Serving ever the God of Peace.
NORMA MUCCINO, '43
Some people think it very childish
For me, a Senior, not to relish
The idea of reciting upon the stage.
They've told me o'er and o'er to be
Composed and calm, and never see
The audience, but to gaze above their heads.
And yet my knees go all a tremble
'Way before the time to assemble
On Blue Mondays at one hour past noon.
My heart pounds doubly loud in my ears.
My breath comes in gasps, and adds to my fears
Among my classmates, I know I'll be
I wish I were home, oh,
Oh, just this once!
PAULINA GLENN. '43
O that this horrible war were over at last,
That we had heard the last cannon blast,
That our heavy hearts were again serene,
And that we could realize our dream,
The dream of a new and better world,
Where each country's flag shall wave unfurled
And the people be free as the winds of the sea,
Free as Americans. God grant this may be.
SARA SILVA, '43
Mary Our Mare
Betty Ann Pete
Mary Angela Angie
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Sara Sally k
Patricia N Patsy
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to the Enemy
"Don't Get Around
Much Any More"
"For Me and
Chair's Got Me"
"When the Lights
Go On Again"
"Can't Get Out of
"Army Air Corps"
New Year's Eve
Seven Years at
First Play Day
First time at
Five weeks in
Vacation 1942 I
and a star
To be a perfect
To edit a
To see Shanghai
To live up to
A nurse's cap
For all our days are spent.-Ps. LXXXIX, 9.
We, the Seniors of the Villa Madonna Academy, of the city of Covington.
in the Commonwealth of Kentucky, are now fully aware that the time of
departure is almost at hand, and that we shall have to say farewell to our high
school days. Before we leave, however, we wish to bequeath our most cherished
treasures, which in each succeeding year have been held by us in higher esteem.
Our beloved books, songs, and school gossip shall hereafter belong to the
consignees, under one condition, that they guard our possessions with the pride
and joy with which we leave them. We do hereby relinquish all our goods and
chattels as below mentioned:
ARTICLE I-To the Faculty-Gratitude and appreciation for their
labors in our behalf. May their future students be less diflicult to contend with.
ARTICLE II-To All the Underclassmen-Our ability to keep law and
order in all our class meetings, even though we might all talk at once.
ARTICLE III-To the Juniors--A hearty wish that they may succeed
in being victors in both hockey and basket-ball tournaments, in which we were
ARTICLE IV-To the Sophomores-Our willingness to face the future
and the past with smiles and good cheer.
ARTICLE V-To the Freshmen-The dignity which becomes them
when they are Seniors, but a dignity without sophistication, to which we hold
ARTICLE VI-To the individuals herewith designated:
I, Mary Berger, impart to Marcia Roeding-my ability to complete a
dress in time to have it displayed at the end of the year-may her fingers ily
more swiftly than mine: to Miriam Rose-the exclusive right to telephone from
12:30 to l :00, provided she does not call the same number each day: to Barbara
McCoy--my official role as a Friar in the Shakesperian and Lenten plays-may
the ascetic Friar be the style when she stars: to Geraldine Mayleben--my ability
always to have my French assignments, and my brown moccasins which lasted
me my last two years of high school-may she contrive a satisfactory
method of keeping them on.
I, Kathleen Donahue, relinquish to Joella Schmidt--my desk in Room I.
including a can of oil for the squeaks: to Donna Spille-my privilege of going
home on week ends-may she enjoy them twice as much as I: to Aida Valerio-
my ardent love for basket-ball, and also for the ones who keep it as it is:
to Anne Byrne Harwood-the success of keeping her spelling book up to date
and the supplementary books free from fines.
I, Betty Ann Dressman, bequeath to Ann Dressman-my position as
Assistant Editor of Ros Maris - may she restore the Dressman reputation
wherever I have failed it: to Jeanne Claire Vehr-the pleasure of being Chair-
man of the Catholic Literature Committee and President of Gamma Ray, pro-
vided that she learn to separate these honors from the trembling voice which al-
ways accompanied them for me when the day of the meeting arrived: to Jean
Vogelsang-reluctantly, the three and a half square inches which constituted
my seat on the green bus each afternoon, with the stipulation that she occupy
this space only on the end of the seat closest to the aisle and never trip the de-
parting students as they climb over her feet.
I, Paulina Glenn, give to Marthe Sue Henslee-whole-heartedly and sig-
nificantly, my ability suddenly to change my study-hours from recreational
centers into cases of intense study and deep contemplation-may her friends
be less dazed by the transformation than mine were: to Pat Spille, I sadly relin-
quish my good, old, faithful bathing cap which has served its purpose fairly well
during these past four years. Though it may have a tear or two in it, she cannot
afford to forget that it is pure rubber-and, need I explain? To Mary Ellen
Groeschen--my place in the very iirst row in the Glee Club, where I sincerely
hope that she will be more helpful in carrying the tune than I ever was: to Mar-
garet Bimel-my old, yet interesting fifth-hand French book, hoping that when
she takes up the study of the French tongue, she will not find the text too faded
from the brilliance of the many eyes that once scanned its passages: to June Hazel
-my ardent love for participating in assembly programs with the concomitant
enjoyment of having her knees tremble even more than her paper.
I, Rosemary Holman, will to Virginia McDaniel-my ability in usually
keeping abreast of spelling lists: to Mary Catherine Rabe, my desk in the second
floor study hall-may she get as much use out of it as I did: to Ann Middendorf
-my seat on the bus in the morning so that she may enjoy the privilege of
selection accorded to early arrivals: to Alice Murray-the pleasure which I had
in taking snapshots of my underclassmen for the Annual-may she prove more
practical in her ideas.
I, Mary Leah Nicholson. give to Marynell Wachs-locker No. 29 and the
privilege of being the only day-pupil to share a locker with a boarder: to
Ruth Scheper-my faithful alarm clock which has served me so well in my four
years at the Villa. I hereby caution her, however, that it always failed to
go off at the correct time: to Joan Plunkett-my position as Chairman of the
Senior Defense Council in the Victory Corps--may it next year be called the
Peace Council: to Pauline Nolan-most regretfully, the remains of my English
note book, which has demanded hours of toil in rewriting papers for it during
these four years.
I, Angela Jacobs, leave to Virginia Anne McCormack-my pink clover
cologne to be used only in the Senior House: to Jean Berger-my ability to
run into some one I know every time I leave school: to Helen Wagner-my
duties as a stepladder, provided she will grow several inches before next year:
to Jean Hammersmith--my athletic ability, hoping she will receive as much
pleasure from it as I did.
I, Norma Muccino, resign to Dolores Ballman-my front seat in the taxi
going home on Fridays, provided that she alternates each week with some other
girl: to Mary Dell Kammer--my beloved bathing suit, practically White
from the usage of four years: to Ann Moser-mon petit calendrier, only on
condition that she cross out each day until the last day of school: to Loretta
Sullivan-my own private and cherished blue and white room in the Senior
House when she becomes a Senior.
I, Dorothy Muething, bequeath to Rosemarie Conway-my position as
Prefect of the Sodality, provided that her fellow students approve, next year,
my selection: to Rose Marie Quaing--my dilapidated red and black hat, just as
it is, all tattered and worn, which has served me well for three years: to Margie
Schneider-my blessing and prayer, that when she embarks upon the study
of a new language, i. e., French, she will find pronunciations easier than I found
them: to Rita Jegley-my ability to remain indifferent to the morning chatter
about me on the bus, especially when there is something I must prepare for a
morning class-this being true almost every morning: to Rosemary Kues-
my big and baggy gym suit, which I inherited from my sister, who graduated a
full ten years ago-may she always respect it as an heirloom: with it goes one
ill-fitting gym skirt of a paler shade of green.
I, Pauline Rice, impart to Helen Woods-my most ardent desire to wear my
hair shoulder length and keep it in place instead of constantly in my eyes, my
skill and enjoyment in driving a car up and down any long drive-way: to
Jeanne Reese-my duty of collecting pennies-may she never have visions of
pennies dancing through her head: to Rosemary Grote-my most cherished
pastime, the long bus ride in the afternoon, provided she use the time to her ad-
vantage and not idly talking to the rest of the students: to Joan Siemer-my
seven study periods, provided she follow my example in employing well the
I, Sara Silva, leave to Jo Ann Price-my beloved bath robe which has
served me faithfully for my nine years at the Villa: to Irene Bertke-my
position as Chairman of Our Lady's Committee, provided she can improve on
my persuasive talks for better attendance at Rosary: to LaVerne Krebs-my
dear gym suit, hoping that it fits her better than it fit me: to Sheila Plun-
kett-my oflice as Class Treasurer, and may she have better success in collecting
dues than I had.
I, Patricia Steiber, bequeath to Nancy O'Connell-my ardent love for
playing the piano in the rec, or any other piano available--may her class-
mates show their appreciation for her talent by refraining from running the
phonograph while she plays: to Joan Martin-my claim to fame as an angel in
the Christmas play-may she portray her part well and receive at least five
lines to speak: to Mary Alice Shields-my undisputed title as goal-keeper on
the hockey team, provided that she watch the ball more carefully than I, also
my favorite chair by the radiator in Mary Jane's house, which I occupy every
morning while waiting for the bus: to Rose Marie Hurley--those iifteen
minutes I cherished at noon dancing in the rec, or walking in the spring through
the park-may she enjoy them as I have, also my Secretaryship in Gamma Ray,
provided she keep the minutes better than its former Secretary kept them: to
Mary Jane Popken-my priority on the "coke" machine, and my position as
assistant on the Mission Committee, provided she collect more pennies than I,
and the hope that she be fortunate enough in securing a bed instead of a cot
at the next retreat.
I, Louise Tewes will to Ruth Wilde-a pleasant early morning conversa-
tion concerning the weather and the Fahrenheit readings: to Patricia Rahe-the
frontmost seat on the green bus, directly in front of the heater by which we
gradually thaw out on cold mornings: to Alice Macke--the refreshing 8:15
A. M. stride from home to the bus stop: to Patricia Schilds-my L'Abbe Con-
stantin-may she also keep the pages free from annotations, as I tried to do, but
ARTICLE VII-Signed and ratified on this eighth day of June, nineteen
hundred and forty-three. f '
THE CLASS OF '43
Herewith Endeth Five Dynasties:
Sara, the fourth of the line of Silva:
M ary Angela, the third of the line of Jacobs:
Dorothy, the third of the line of Muething:
Betty Ann, the second of the line of Dressman:
Louise, the second of the line of Tewes.
u A Voice of Experience
Stepping out of the bus for the last time after ten years travel on it, a
sad Senior recalls many scenes in which it figured, some serious and some
amusing, and lives again the days gone by. There is the smile of the genial
bus driver as he welcomed each student entering the bus. There are the various
types of students. Some there were always studying, and wondering, "Shall I
know this by the time I arrive at school?" Others there were with their
jokes, a new one every day, or else with some event of the evening before that
simply must be related.
Almost every day there was some one running for the bus, a source of
humor to the onlooker, but not so for the runner whose thoughts were as busy
as her feet: "Does the bus driver see me? Will he wait? Am I going to miss the
bus? How shall I get to school?"
How vivid the scenes of the highway, the countryside, the farm lands!
Winter and snow on the ground: the last day of school when all thing green
were just shooting up with a promise of bountiful harvest: the Hrst day of the
new term with fulfillment realized.
The pictures recalled of the afternoon rides are quite different. There are
no new jokesg no one is running for the bus: very seldom is there anyone, even
the most studious, studying. Every one is talking-about the things that the
day had brought forth, the interesting things, the humorous things, sometimes
the sad things. But that was yesterday, yesteryear. Today is the last day for
all that. Tomorrow is another story.
ROSEMARY HOLMAN, '43
Remembrances last longer than present realities. This we know is true. but
we have not yet begun to think of our days at the Villa as remembrances. That
time, however, is drawing steadily closer, and we, the Seniors of '43, must
pause and remember the many happy days which will soon be memories.
We must remember our first shy, eager days as Freshmen: our trials and
joys as grown-up Sophomores: the prom we planned as Juniors: and our iirst
Senior privileges. We have accepted these things in our stride, but it is strange
how we cherish them when they become intangibie memories. We have often
heard it said that the way to love a thing is to realize it can be lost. How true
As we begin to grasp the full meaning of Farewell, we realize that
memories as dear as these can never fade, that in days such as these, when tur-
moil disrupts all else, our cherished memories of our days at the Villa will pro-
vide for us a haven now and throughout the years.
BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43
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things he hath done for my soul.-
Ps. LXV, 16.
The halls of the big building were empty. The classrooms, so recently
filled with the light-hearted laughter of students, were now silent. Profound
peace had descended upon the Villa, and with it had come retreat. The chapel
was the only scene of activity, for there students had gathered to hear the nrst
conference of their retreat-master, Father Austin, O. S. B. This conference be-
gan with an explanation of the word retreat, an explanation which showed
quite unmistakably that the retreatants had entered upon three days which
were not at all a retreat in the usual sense of the word, but rather a
step forward. This thought remained with them throughout the succeeding
days, and served as a constant reminder to those who were tempted to break
The atmosphere of silence and meditation continued and was intensined
rather than disturbed by the inspiring conferences of the retreat master, and the
singing of "Our Lady of Good Counsel" and other hymns at nightfall. Evening
Benediction, as always, was the most impressive feature of the day. When the
Blessed Sacrament was exposd on the altar, the cares of the world seemed worlds
away and all that mattered was approaching nearer to God. This beautiful
spirit remained unbroken throughout the retreat, as though God had taken each
retreatant by the hand and had asked only that she open her heart to Him
in prayer. '
As the strains of "Holy God We Praise Thy Name" died away and the
Seniors led the ranks from the chapel after the last conference, there were
tears in theeyes of many of the girls, not, however, tears of sorrow--rather
that particular brand of tears which girls save to be shed on special occasions,
such as graduations, or weddings, or the end of one's last retreat at the Villa.
BETTY ANN DREssMAN. '43
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The purpose of the Eucharistic Committee is to encourage all sodalists to
increase their devotion to Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. This committee
provides the means for them to attain this end.
On October l, a Votive Mass of the Holy Ghost was celebrated in the
academy chapel. All students attended, and asked His blessing and help
throughout the year. This is one of the few occasions when it is possible for
all the students to attend Mass together. It is possible for the boarders to assist
at Mass in the morning as often as they wish. It is not so convenient for the
:lay pupils to attend Mass in their parish church. Despite this, many of the
students sacrificed extra hours of sleep in order to hear Mass and receive Holy
Communion often during Lent.
It is almost impossible for some of the day-pupils to receive Holy Com-
munion on First Friday. To meet the difiiculty, it has been arranged that
on each First Friday of the month Holy Communion is distributed in the chapel
and afterwards breakfast is served. Also, on each First Friday the Blessed
Sacrament is exposed all day in the convent chapel. Sodalists are encouraged
to make a visit some time during the day, and a list of those who promise to do
so is posted each month.
Another spiritual activity which the Eucharistic Committee undertook
this year was posting each month a list of Handmaids of the Blessed Sacrament.
The Handmaids, when submitting their name for the list, promise to receive
Holy Communion once a week, and visit the Blessed Sacrament daily.
Probably the extent to which the Committee has attained its aim is known
only by the individual, but it should be considered sufficient if even one sodalist
had been inspired to greater love and devotion to the Blessed Sacrament.
DOROTHY MUETHING, '43
Our Lady's Committee .
Most intimately connected with the lives of sodalists is the promotion of
devotion to Our Blessed Mother. She is the spiritual leader of our sodality:
hence it is, that our sodality is dedicated to her. Her guidance and protection,
together with the cooperation of the sodalists, have made the sodality the great
organization that it is today. Our Lady's Committee deals exclusively with
work of a spiritual nature. Its aims are to urge rosary devotion and the
recitation of the Ofiice of the Blessed Virgin, a practice too often neglected in after
school days, but one which is truly a worthy way of honoring Our Blessed
Mother. The Committee also reminds sodalists of the approach of feast days
of Our Lady and suggests ways of preparing for the feasts.
We, as Americans, should have a special devotion to Our Immaculate
Mother, because she is the patroness of our country, and, as sodalists of Our
Lady, it is fitting that we do all we can to spread devotion to Our Immaculate
Mother- SARA SILVA, '43
In the Parody Contest conducted by the Sodality, the Sophomores were
adjudged the winners, with the following entry:
CI remember youj
Mary, hear our prayer:
Guard our boys on land, on sea, in air,
W1'th care, we beg of you.
Watch them from aboveg
Help them fight to save the land we love,
This land under the blue.
Glorious God, we praise Thy holy name.
It is our aim to bring
Peace into view.
This is our last plea,
Help us to keep our country always free
Dear Mother, this is our prayer to you.
ANN DRESSMAN. '45
There are many activities at the Villa, but the favorite work of charity
among the students is mission work. The most important project of the
Mission Committee has been the observance of Mission Week. During this
period the committee members made special effort to raise funds to help the
A graph was drawn on which was shown each class's financial status, a
potent means of creating rivalry among the classes. Chances were sold on a
theatre book. The Juniors staged a record drive, and each class gave pennies
until their purses were exhausted from the constant opening and closing.
Suspense and anxiety reached its peak as the week drew to a close, and at
Friday's Sodality meeting, talks were given by the committee members, the
theatre book raffled, and the winners of the penny drive announced.
The Sophomores decided that they could not let the year pass without
sponsoring something special for the Missions. Consequently they gave an
auction: even a professional auctioneer could not have done better. They had
a tremendous attendance, and the persuasiveness of the auctioneer raised the bid-
ding to exalted heights.
The members who will assume this responsibility next year leave no doubt
in the Seniors' minds that they leave this committee in capable hands, and that
it will reach even greater heights in the future.
PAULINE RICE, '43
The Catholic Literature Committee
This year, as always, the purpose of the Catholic Literature Committee
has been to further the reading of Catholic literature, not only among the
students but in the home. For this reason the activities of the committee have
been extended beyond the home in order to reach those members of the family
who are serving our country. We have sent a set of fifty pamphlets to Fort
Benning, Georgia, which has been graciously acknowledged by the army chaplain.
The activities of the committee are not restricted to work of this type,
however. We have sent a year's subscription to our sodality paper, The Queen's
Work, to the Covington Public Library and have also encouraged the spread
of the diocesan magazine, The Messenger, by sending a check to be used in
purchasing five subscriptions to this magazine.
We have also made considerable progress in the sale of Father Lord's
pamphlets. This year we have increased our order over that of last year, and
have found it necessary to re-order several of the pamphlets, such as A Salute
to the Men in the Service, to enable us to meet the demand. We have re-
peated last year's procedure of the Pamphlet Guild, the members of which
pledge themselves to buy one pamphlet each month. To date, two hundred
and fifty-four pamphlets have been sold to the students, most of whom are
members of the Guild. We hope to reach the three hundred mark by June. Our
doing so will serve as one more indication that, although the activities of the
1943 Catholic Literature Committee have been varied, they have indeed been
success u .
BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43
A church, no matter large or small,
Is like a house with incensed halls.
Bombs are dropped to crash them all,
But they never hit the golden walls.
MARYNELL WAC!-ts, '46
And l will meditate on all thy works
and will be employed in thy z'nUmlz'ons
AJ-Ps. LXXVI, 13.
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The Sewing Room
As the l 145 bell rings for the next period, a group of girls strolls down the
hall, carrying sewing bags with all sorts of material peeping from them. They
enter the sewing room on the second floor. Two or three students are sitting at
their machines, trying in vain to turn the corners of a very small patch that
causes a great deal of trouble. A seamstress who has finally completed a few
months' work-more or less-on a dress is standing before the large gilt mirror
waiting for one of the sewing students to measure the dress length in order that
she may put in the last stitches-the hem.
Soon the bell rings, and there is a great hustle to put away the machines
and materials in time for the next class.
MARY BERGER, '43
Several knocks at the door are heard, and then a cheery voice telling us it
is time for Mass. We answer, we suppose, but not with alacrity. Then for
a few minutes we ponder on the cold morning air we shall soon have to face.
We think of the deliciously warm bed we are lying in, and how wonderful it
would be to stay in this morning. While we are lying thus, the minutes are
quickly flying by, and it is getting late. We quckly spring out of bed, dress
like a flash, dash cold water on our faces, and grab our hats, coats, and prayer
books as if we were going to a fire. By this time we are worn out from the
hurry, but we do finally make it to the chapel just before the priest enters the
sanctuary. We look a bit bedraggled and out of sorts: however, we hope the
Lord will forgive our appearance this morning and we promise sincerely to get
up on UITIC tOITlOI'I'OW.
SARA SILVA, '43
And We Shall Have Our Snow
The cold north winds of the night before brought with them bushels of
heaping white snow. The shiny icicles hanging from the windows, the Hrs
and the hemlocks clothed in white, the entire earth folded under a cold white
fluffy blanket, and the wind whistling through the trees sweeping up a wall
of snow seemed to invite us to come out and enjoy the winter frolic.
As we walked down the winding path to the lake frozen with thick ice.
the snow crunched and cracked beneath our feet, keeping in tune with the clang
of the ice skates as they bumped back and forth in our hands.
A whirl, a twirl, a bump, a jump, and down we go on the ice. Up again
in a few seconds, the skating is continued. Peals of laughter and shouts of joy
are echoed across the country-side as the beginners and the professionals glide
across the plate of glass.
Alas, the sun sinks behind the horizon, the gray clouds hover close to the
earth, and once again with beaming red faces and frozen hands and feet, we
traverse the winding path.
PAULINE NOLAN, '45
Catholic Press Month
During Catholic Press Month, the Juniors and Seniors were elected to
present a program for the monthly meeting of the Mothers' Club. After the
mothers had transacted their regular business, our program began with Mary
Angela Jacobs acting as chairman. The numbers ranged from a discussion of
Catholic magazines to a round table discussion by three Juniors of The Song
of Bernadette. We concluded our program with "The Star Spangled Ban-
ner," which our mothers sang with us, and then they visited our display of
Catholic magazines in the English room.
MARY ANGELA Jacoiss, '43
Leaving the convent chapel, we glance about, only to find that the One we
have just received has spread much of the beauty of His creation around our
way. The birds, inviting us to share their cheerful mood, chirp merrily: the
river ripples and gleams in the early morning sunlight and displays in many
bends its crystal beauty. The horizon, upheld by the hills, is one fiery red ball,
suarounded by a mass of variegated hues that gradually disappear in a clear white
Each early riser goes her way: one to her home-work, another to play
tennis, and yet another to catch that valuable forty winks before the hour of
breakfast. Surely the beauty of such a spring morning is an additional reward
for taking the opportunity of beginning the morning in the best manner possible,
bg rcelceiving Him to Whom each soul is responsible for her every action during
t e ay.
MARY ANGELA JACOBS, '43
The welcome peal of the bell, the trample of hurried feet, the hushed
prayer of thanks, and the burst of joyful chatter, herald the dinner hour. Amid
the clatter of silverware on china, happy voices ring out, discussing the hap-
penings of the morning or things to come in the afternoon, or those terrible
problems that were assigned for home-work last night, either in geometry, or
in chemistry, or in algebra. Here, over the dinner table, problems are thrashed
out, news relayed, jokes told, and happy hours are planned. Oh, what is so
rare as the twenty minutes spent at lunch! JOAN PLUNKETT' .44
The usual study hour before dinner started with unusual quietness, and
the girls settled down to study almost as soon as the prayer at the beginning of
the hour had been said. As dinner time approached, however, every-one seemed
restless and noisy. Books were dropped. pens scratched over the paper, pages
were turned nervously as the girls tried to finish their lessons before the bell rang.
Feet scraped the iioor, desk lids thudded, loose-leaf fillers clicked in staccato beat.
lids were hastily being replaced on ink bottles, and the hushed whisper of
an information seeker could be heard. It seemed as if a high tension wire were
thrown across the room. and all the girls were sitting on the edge of their seats
waiting for it. Then the loud peal of the bell broke through the large room
filled with students, and the tension wire snapped.
JOELLA SCHMIDT, '45
As the weather grows warmer and as you awaken to find in your eyes
rays of the sun instead of cold, twinkling beams of starlight, you realize that the
school year is almost over. Then, perhaps, in your astonishment you start to
analyze your feelings about leaving the Villa and to relive precious moments:
the later spring days when the sun boiled down upon your back, as you picked
a few violets for your hair, or the noon time as you lay in the sweet, warm
grass, cramming for that important test. And how many glorious Saturday
mornings did you rush out to the tennis court, there to shout and chase that
tiny ball around until you had to stop exhausted!
How many mornings did you awaken to lie in the cool, spring breeze that
blew the curtains of your bed, and thank God that it was spring again, and
that you could once more watch the Villa come alive under the warm touch of
the most cherished season of the year!
Yes, it is spring, and you still .have a few more days to bask in the
Villa sunshine, look over toward sooty Cincinnati, and be thankful that you
are here, not there. Yes, students, play, study, pray, and enjoy spring at the
V1112- DoLoREs BALLMAN, '44
A beautiful hymn to Mary, Queen of Heaven, breaks the hush of the
spring day. Our May Day procession has begun: files of girls pass through the
corridors into the brilliance of the outdoors. Their white dresses make attractive
patterns against nature's colorful background. The quiet breeze stirs the soft
petals that the tiny flower girls have scattered in their path. A privileged girl
is in their midst-the signally honored May queen. The winding way leads the
group to the peaceful shade of the grotto. The queen pauses within the shrine.
Then the procession returns by the narrow gravel path, indoors.
As the chapel organ resounds, the strains of another beautiful song mount
heavenward, while a tiny girl with uplifted hands offers a delicate crown to
be placed upon Our Lady's image. The Benediction of Mary's Son brings to
a close another cherished memory for the students of Villa Madonna.
PAULINA GLENN, '43
A nook of silence and simplicity, concealed by vines and shrubs, yet
visible to all who wish to visit it, is the Grotto. Rustically built of rock is
the structure in which reposes the statue of the Blessed Virgin. Visiting there
one recalls the hardships of the life of the Blessed Virgin and admits the appro-
priateness of erecting a shrine, so unpretentious and unadorned, in her honor.
She, the model of simplicity and purity, would wish nothing better than a cold,
stone grotto, such as the cold sepulchre from whence her Divine Son rose from
the dead. KATHLEEN DONAHUE, '43
We have passed through fire
and water, and thou hast brought
us out into a refreshment.--Ps. LX V, 12.
An Ever Welcome Guest
This year our friend of many years, Anna Bird Stewart, paid us another
visit. Always a welcome visitor, this widely known author and poet seems
to be equally as delighted to relate her experiences to us as we are to listen. She
told us of her visits to France, and of the experiences which prompted her to write
her latest book, Bibi the Baher's Horse. She also read several selections from
the book and repeated some of the poems which she wrote many years ago.
There is something about Anna Bird Stewart, some charm or graciousness
of manner, which makes us feel, after having one of those sessions with her, that
we have spoken with a celebrity. She seems so much a part of our school year
that we Seniors would have felt our Senior year at the Villa incomplete had
she failed to appear on our lecture program.
BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43
On October 15, the students here at the Villa were again privileged to
have as their guest, Marie Houston. She had, besides her rich, beautiful voice
and charming personality, a delightful program with which to entertain us.
Every time Miss Houston changed her type of song she donned appropriate
costumes. In less than an hour, we saw her as a gypsy, an old-fashioned lady, a
man, and even "Old Glory." Her program was most varied, with such num-
bers as "Indian Love Call," "My Old Kentucky Home," and "The Star-
Spangled Banner," From year to year we always await eagerly the day on which
once more we are able to hear Marie Houston.
NORMA MUCCINO, '43
The Party of the Year
"Jingle bells! Jingle Bells! Make way for Santa."
1 A good old-fashioned Christmas party was exactly what was needed to
brighten any long or worried faces that might disturb the holiday season. Led
by Jolly Old Saint Nick, a long procession of blue-clad girls filed into the gaily
decorated rec to the tune of "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town." And come he
did. with gifts and prizes and jolly laughter for all. The afternoon passed
quickly in the playing of old-fashioned parlor games, the singing of Christmas
carols, and in watching Santa dance. Most enjoyable were the special Christmas
carols sung by the younger members of the school, the grade pupils, and an
amateur play put on by a few of our ambitious Freshmen and Sophomores.
The tree was robbed of its candy, the rec that had been so beautifully and
lovingly decorated resembled more and more the name alfectionately given it
by the girls, but everyone was happy and satisfied.
JOAN PLUNKETT, '44
It was February 10, seven-thirty, P.M ., and all was abustle in "St, Bene-
dict's." Of course! You guessed it. It was the night of the Prom. Hose,
slippers. pearls, make-up. and formals dominated the scene, and wereiin various
stages of adjustment. Every girl was engrossed in the beautifying process.
Every girl, of course, but our Bannister Squad. They were helping others. In
fact, they were more excited than the Prom goers.
Then, from below, came floating dreamy notes of music. Music three-
flights down, and they could not be there! Sadly they climbed into their pajamas.
which were their imaginary formals, and went out to look over the bannister.
This certainly was not what they called consolation. Perhaps a coke would
prove pacifying, but how could they secure one? Long moments later a black
and white chiffon dress came floating up the steps, and their problem was solved.
Down to the coke machine went the girl in the black and white chiffon and
returned soon with four warm cokes and the excuse that they had "just been
put in." Disgustedly our Bannister Squad drank the warm coke and their
hot, melted chocolate. They were disgusted. Why did a person have to go
through this stage? Biting their candy vindictively and sipping their coke too
quickly, they consoled themselves by listening to "Mr, District Attorney."
You will find that it's worth waiting for, little Bannister Squad, and you,
too, all Bannister Squads to come. Some day when you will have put the
grades behind you, you will be thrilled by the music, your first long formal
billowing about you, and the subtle fragance of the corsage upon your shoulder.
All is yours to look forward to, and I am sure you will enjoy it all as much
as 1 .
BY ONE WHO WAS
The Senior Banquet
It is the last of May, and the night of the annual Senior farewell banquet.
Girls gaily attired in evening dresses mill through the halls awaiting the signal
to commence the procession to the dining-room. The old grandfather clock in
the hall strikes six-thirty, the bell rings, and the girls descend the stairway. The
air swells with the strain of "Villa Dear," and then there are surprised and
pleased exclamations as the dining-room is sighted. On the tables, which are
arranged in a horse-shoe, are vases of fresh flowers. At each girl's place there is
a favor, usually a small china doll garbed in graduation dress. Lighted candles
lend an atmosphere of splendor to the occasion. Finally each girl has found her
respective place, a prayer is said, and the banquet bgins.
PATRICIA STEIBER, '43
The excitement of the Freshman Prom begins anew each year. In the corri-
dors, on the bus, or almost anywhere, there will be always found groups of
Seniors huddled together talking in low tones. On the study hall black boards
notices for those mysterious class meetings in the Senior House begin to appear.
At the lunch table, conversation is almost limited to the Prom.
Slowly the days creep by. Classes and homework become tantalizing
drudgery that, nevertheless, must be endured. The Seniors, excited but cautious,
continue planning. Senior day-pupils carry packages on the bus, and upon
arriving at school rush them into the Senior House.
At last, the long awaited day arrives. It is February 10. Oh, horrible
fate! It is raining. The day seems to last eons as the minutes slowly tick by-
to everyone but the Seniors, busy with last minute preparations.
Finally, it is time for the buses to leave. From then on does time fly!
Those little things you left until the last minute take time.
It is time to leave home. The flowers are just right, and everything is
going off smoothly. Now's the big moment, entering the rec. This is the
result of all that planning. It is far, far nicer than anything you had imagined.
The band is playing, and the dancing has started.
In contrast to the rest of the day, the hours now seem like minutes. All
too soon the band plays "Home Sweet Home," and there you are leaning back
in the car, munching the peppermint stick you received during the grand march.
All the material proof you have left of this wondrous evening is the bit
of ribbon from the peppermint stick, tucked away in your purse, and a wilted
corsage, but those many memories will ever be yours to ponder over any time
V011 like. T MARY JANE POPKEN, '44
Music ' '
How well music interprets our every feeling! It expresses our moods and
temperaments far better than mere talking. lt is something which seeps into
the soul and gives us such an exalted feeling that we are unable to express our-
selves adequately except through music. The great composers put into their
compositions their thoughts, desires, and feelings. When we run over a theme
of Mozart, do we not become calm and peaceful, and when we study Bach, do
we not see in his music the beauty of toil and a hard life? So, too, do we en-
counter in our lives moods and feelings which only music can interpret. How
dull it would be if we were to recite Christmas songs in a dreamy monotone.
Music and song enliven verses, which otherwise seem stilted.
Caroling has been one of the traditional customs of the Villa. It is through
this custom each year that we can truly express the spirit of Christmas. Our
program includes caroling here and in the convent chapel, the Seniors exercising
the additional privilege of singing in the infirmary, one of the coveted opportuni-
ties in a Senior's life.
The Mass which We sing yearly in honor of the Holy Ghost, petitioning
Him to shower the gift of wisdom upon us, is an event never to be forgotten.
The music and the beautiful words of the Mass remain with us, a subject to
recall and retain vividly in our minds the remembrance of our dependence
on the Holy Spirit.
The weekly singing classes and the yearly Junior and Senior music recitals
play a most prominent part in our musical lives. Those early morning singing
classes have given us a cheerful start on a dreary day. The recitals and the
splendid accompaniment of the school orchestra have shown the talent which
exists among the students, and hold in them the promise that at least one of the
performers may some day be recognized as a noted pianist or violinist.
Something of a different nature in the line of music has been introduced
this year, the auditions in which the music pupils participate before obtaining
the various grades of certificates sponsored by the National Guild of Piano
In these and other ways has music accompanied us through our school days,
rendering these days unforgettable. SARA SILVA' '43
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direct thou the work of our hands over us: yea, the work of our
hands do thou direct.-Ps. LXXXIX, 17.
The Victory Corps unit was organized at Villa Madonna Academy, Octo-
ber 17, 1942, to direct the students toward a more active participation in the
war effort. These efforts are to be made, not only while engaged in class work,
but also during hours outside of school.
An outline of the plan of organization was proposed and accepted by the
faculty and students, and we were on our way in our war efforts.
The war efforts of the students of the Villa have been concerned less with
physical activity and more with building up the home morale. Our work in
the Victory Corps has been to relieve the burdens of our parents, teachers,
friends, and companions by being tactful, thoughtful, considerate, friendly, and
cooperative. Home morale is as necessary as collecting scrap, war work, and
other like activities. Because this is both a resident and day academy for girls,
participation in community activities is dependent on the time and type of
We could buy and sell defense stamps as well as others, and this we did.
Our sale of defense stamps has been steadily rising to the goal we have set for
our school year. In order to make the selling of stamps an organized Victory
Corps activity, a Senior Defense Council was appointed. Those chosen were
Rosemary Kues and Joan Siemer, Freshmen: Pauline Nolan, Sophomore: Joan
Plunkett, Junior: and Rosemary Holman, Senior, with Mary Leah Nicholson,
Our students have joined the local Red Cross units, and have participated
in the activities of the Girl Scouts, and used their spare time as nurses aids in
local hospitals. Our students in these and other ways are participating in neces-
sary phases of the work of the Victory Corps in the home, the school, and on
MARY LEAH NicHoLsoN, '43
Our Changing Curriculum
There is hardly a phase of life that has remained untouched by the hand
of war. Business has felt its effect. Homes have been disrupted. Our school,
too, has realized that, in this changing world, our interests must be centered on
current matters, and that we must be trained to meet the responsibilities
that face a nation at war. For this reason, our curriculum has undergone
changes. Business arithmetic, mechanical drawing, world history, and crafts
have made their appearance in the line of new and vital subjects. Spanish and
French, although not new to our curriculum, are all the more vital now that our
country finds itself confronted with these languages in our associations with
those countries in which they are spoken. Our assemblies have lent spirit to our
patriotic efforts by encouraging the purchase of War Stamps and our participa-
tion in the Victory Corps and our conscientious following of its activities.
Our Sodality has impressed upon us the importance of prayer in these
days of War. It has inspired us to pray for the victory that still remains a part
of the veiled future, and it has given us the strength to make sacrifices willingly,
accepting them as blessings rather than trials.
In these ways the Villa curriculum of 1943 has renewed its efforts toward
making the students physically fit, mentally alert, and spiritually active.
BETTY ANN DREssMAN, '43
So great a thing, so noble a thing these men and women of our nation are
doing! Leaving their homes, their wives, their sweethearts, to go out and fight
for our country's freedom. They are lighting not only against our mortal
enemy, but against our moral enemy as well, the enemy who is striving relent-
lessly for the destruction of Christian ideals and Christian living. These men
and women in the armed forces of our nation are facing a stupendous task, pro-
tecting to the very best of their ability, even with their lives, their country, their
homes, their loved ones. But these men and women with all the ammunition
they can handle cannot win this decisive victory alone. They must have the
help of another army, a special army, the army of Christ, the army of priests and
religious whose job it will be to reestablish Christianity in a de-Chris-
When this war is over, our problem will not have been solved. It will
be the task of these men and women, this special army of Christ, to carry the
Truth, the means of eternal salvation, to all mankind across the seas. It will be
their job not only to save lives, but to save souls, save them from eternal death
and guide them to eternal life.
This special army at present is relatively small. In our own school, for
instance, there are only three students who have brothers or sisters in the re-
ligious life. This percentage must be greatly increased if our ideals and our
spiritual way of life are to survive.
God calls many young men and young women into His own service,
the priestly or religious life, but not all heed the call. Let us steadfastly hope
and valiantly pray that this glorious army will be speedily increased, that those
with undiscovered vocations will soon see the light and join the army of Christ,
which must save the world.
ANNE DRESSMAN, '45
Who is the simple man with the large starry eyes and hollow cheeks? Who
is the man who carries himself with such perfect dignity, yet whose smile be-
tokens profound humility? Why does he appear so sad, and why is he so digni-
fied and humble? No, he was not born this way. He became thus through
long years of work and responsibility. He was born gay and happy like all
children, but as the years passed his studies became graver and his thoughts
deeper until now he is the loneliest man in the world. He lives in a great stone
castle centuries old and daily walks through sombre, shadowed halls filled with
heavy and ancient furniture. He lives in seclusion with his thoughts and with
God. Friends may be near, but he no longer has time to stop and joke about
old times: nor would they dare to take such liberties with him. Little do we
know his trials and woes, little do we know of his great concern for us. He rules
the greatest kingdom on earth, yet he is virtually unknown to many people.
Although he is a man of few words, he is a man of many prayers. The terms
of peace which, in the end, the world must carry out will be based principally
on his five peace points, or it will be a peace not worth the having. Our future
will be carved indirectly by these points.
This lonely, almost heart-broken man is the Vicar of Christ, the
visible head of the Catholic Church, Bishop of Rome, and the father of every
Catholic man and woman. He loves the Japanese and the Germans, Jews and
Negroes, Englishmen and Americans: he loves everyone, and he is concerned
that the Kingdom of Christ may come upon earth. Is he really a man? Yes.
This is our Holy Father, the representative of Ciod on this earth, Who
strengthens him to do all these things and still survive. Let us remember him
when we are talking about the great men of our time. History may not accord
him the recognition he deserves. Let us then keep the thought of him in our
hearts, and let us pass on to our children the memory of the deeds of this great,
simple man. In all our prayers, let us remember our Holy Father-Pope Pius XII.
PATRICIA SPILLE, '44
The thick-carpeted floors muffled the sound of the President's irregular
footsteps as he slowly approached the restful arm-chair that had been drawn
near the huge, glowing fire place. This was a moment of relaxation which fol-
lowed an hour of tenseness and anxiety. His gaze wandered from the book-
lined walls to the fine mahogany desk upon which stood a globe of the world.
His eyes held a worried expression now, as if he were reminded of duties and
responsibilities. The fire threw weird, dancing shadows over the globe, suggest-
ing to him the darkness that in reality was creeping across the universe. A tumbl-
ing log brought his thoughts back to the peacefulness of the room. The glow-
ing embers sent forth a kind of cheeriness. But as the President watched the
tiny flames, his eyes were caught in a steady gaze. He was contemplating the
reactions of the people who two hours ago had so heartily responded to his
speech. He had carried across to them his idea of final victory, and in their
hearts he had met patriotism and trust. The little, merry flames had died, and
only the red logs remained to shed their warmth over the tired, brave man,
who was now slouched in the cushions of his favorite chair, asleep.
PAULINA GLENN, '43
Inauguration of the Victory Corps
The students of the Villa will hardly forget December 7, l94Z, for.
exactly a year after the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, they were pledged into
the Victory Corps. The chairman of the program, Paulina Glenn, '43, and
two other members of the Senior class presented appropriate papers concerning
the students' conception of the Corps and the obligations they were assuming.
After a most inspiring address by Reverend Leo Streck, diocesan director of De-
fense Activities for Catholic Schools, Reverend Aloysius Griesinger, the chap-
lain, administered the pledges. The insignia of the Victory Corps was then
awarded to the new members by Mrs. Jerome Wilde, president of the Mothers'
Club. The program closed with the singing of "The Star Spangled Banner."
Since the Victory Corps activities had been placed under the patronage of the
Blessed Virgin, the assembly then proceeded to the chapel, to invoke the help of
her Divine Son and to receive His blessing in the Benediction of the Blessed
Sacrament' PATRICIA SPILLE, '44
A Message to Garcia
Every generation has its problems to face. As we look forward to the
end of this war we realize that it will be incumbent on us, the youth of today,
to face the post-war problems sensibly in order that there will be no repetition
of the conditions that followed the first World War. We must learn to use good
judgment where others have failed and to profit by their mistakes. We can do
this only by facing the situation which lies before us, as grown men and women,
even though we are young in years. We should do everything in our power to
make the world a sound and sensible place for our children, not a world of
hatred in which the greatness of a country is measured by its power to kill its
The only way in which we can lit ourselves for this task is by beginning
while we are young, and by taking an active interest in the affairs of the world.
Unless we begin now to accept the responsibilities which will be ours, we shall
never be able to conduct ourselves intelligently under the strain of the post-war
problems. Our participation in the Victory Corps, our training as Nurses' Aids,
Air Raid Wardens, and all the other patriotic activities, are directed toward the
training of wide-awake American youth. We must realize that this war is ours
despite the fact that our age prohibits our taking part in actual combat. Our
future responsibiliies may seem a vague and unreal possibility at the present,
but it is our duty to our country, our message to Garcia, to begin immediately
to lit ourselves for the task before us. MARY BERGER' '43
On Washington's Birthday
The Senior history class was privileged to give the assembly program on
February 22, in commemoration of Washington's birthday. After the pledge
of allegiance to the flag and the singing of "The Star Spangled Banner," a short
but interesting movie was shown. The film concerned our territorial possessions:
their distance from the American continent, how they were acquired, and their
After the film, an interesting paper on the government of each of our
possessions was presented by Mary Leah Nicholson. In conjunction with her
report, Louise Tewes outlined the chief products of the island, both in the
agricultural and the mining industries.
In keeping with the special occasion, Norma Muccino compared the lives
of Lincoln and Washington: their characters, environments, and personalities.
A program, today, would not be complete if one did not include a number
concerning present threats to our maintaining lasting freedom, so Patricia Steiber
contributed that essential portion. It was entitled, "Our Heritage."
The singing of "The Recessional" closed the program.
LOUISE TEWES, '43
"No Greater Glory"
No time could be more opportune than the present to convince students of
the urgent need of nurses. For this purpose the student nurses of St. Elizabeth
Hospital presented, on February 22, a most timely program consisting of two
short movies and chorals by the Student Nurses' Glee Club. The Dean of Student
Nurses opened the program with a short talk on the need of nurses at present and
in the future. She said that we might not think it is Worth while to
start studying nursing now because the war would more than likely be over
before we complete our training. More than ever, she said, shall we be needed,
because of the inevitable epidemics that follow wars and the need of constant care
for some of the men in service who return.
The first movie dealt with the qualifications required of a nurse. She
must be in the upper third of her class, between the ages of eighteen and thirty-
five, and a high school graduate. She must be patient and enduring, possessing
a great deal of stamina.
The second picture, "No Greater Glory," took us back to the earlier wars
and the important part nurses played in them. We were reminded once again
of those courageous women, Clara Barton and Florence Nightingale.
Those in attendance were duly impressed with the nobility of the nurse's vo-
cation and the service the nurse is rendering our country in this time of national
emergency. SARA SILVA, '43
Two Points of View
A shrill siren breaks through the bleak silence which prevails throughout
the premises of the Villa. Quickly the glowing lights in the building flicker out.
Cincinnati, always bright and gay, slowly fades out of sight. The moon, now
the only source of light, casts an eerie glow upon objects beneath, giving an ap-
pearance of utter desolateness. The only sound that pierces this hovering dark-
ness is the howl of a lone dog whose nocturnal dreams have been disturbed by
the shriek of the siren. The minutes pass quickly in this oh, so silent blackout,
but will it always symbolize a time of such utter stillness? In other countries
blackouts have meant the roar of planes, the sound of anti-aircraft, and flames
bursting high into the sky, a scene of death and destruction. This can happen
here, but with the grace and goodness of God it will not happen here.
The "all-clear" signal sounds, and once again the lights appear against
the darkened horizon.
SARA SILVA, '43
The night was gloriously perfect for the scheduled blackout. Billows of
dark clouds covered the moon, and the earth was wreathed in sombre shadows.
My duty as an air-raid warden was to patrol the street situated on a hill over-
looking the city. I looked at my watch. One minute to go. I gazed at the
city stretched out before me. The darkness that enveloped it made the lights
shine more brilliantly than before. Just then the stillness was shattered by the
sudden piercing whine of the siren. Instantly the lights of the city became dim.
Then like little fire-flies they went out completely. There I stood on the hill.
surrounded by utter blackness and quiet. I stood there frozen to the spot.
remote from the world with just the panorama of the sky above. Slowly, like
a devil defying the world, the moon sneaked from behind the clouds and hung
like a glowing ball in the sky. The roofs of the houses shone in its effulgence
like the snow-laden villages in the mountains. Then as swiftly as it came, the
blackout was over, and the "all clear" whistle sounded. The lights blinked
and danced all over the town, and the beautiful moment was lost forever.
g ROSEMARIE CONWAY, '44
The prom was in full session. Music was filling every corner of the
building, and the soldier guests seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.
Although Private X seemed to be having a good time, he left the recreation hall
during his favorite song and mounted the steps toward the chapel. On his face
were mingled humility toward the unseen Presence and unmistakable eagerness.
Not content with a rear seat. he made his way toward the front of the chapel,
there to kneel at the Communion rail. It was as though he were striving to
come as close to Our Lord as he dared. He whispered his prayer to himself and
then stared at the crucifix, engrossed in a confidential talk with his heavenly
Father. He was asking God's protection for his family-so far away: for a bit
of His patience to be transmitted to his sweetheart, who was waiting for him.
Perhaps he also asked for a blessing upon himself, for he might be in battle
in a very short time, not too short for him, though. He didn't mind so much
for himself, but he did want some sort of future with Mary, too. But then, he
knew that if his life would mean the safety of Mary, the folks, and all like them,
he would gladly give it. The last prayer that Private X offered was for his
buddy, Joe, who had been "shipped" before him. He was now in Guadalcanal,
and X was hoping for the best.
The music blared, and a frown crossed his forehead. He devoutly crossed
himself, genuflected, and walked slowly down the aisle. When he reached
the stairs, his steps quickened, and the frown was no longer on his brow. He
felt, somehow, strengthened, and knew that he could enjoy the music and the
fun ahead of him with a light heart, for his worries were no longer his alone.
Now some one else shared them.
DoLoREs BALLMAN, '44
Boys through whom scrap piles increase,
Girls who conserve without cease,
Mothers who collect the grease
Help win this war.
Grease makes glycerine: then dynamite
Blows the enemy out of sight,
Helps our boys to win this fight. .
U. S. they are fighting for.
LoU1sE TEWES, '43
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Advertisers tell us not to accept substitutes, but what choice have we when
the United States Government bids us do so and save tires?
The other day I noticed that one of the prominent manufacturers of the city
had solved the problem by making local deliveries with horse and wagon. It
amused me at the time to see the brightly painted buckboard, drawn by a team of
horses, waiting for the street light to turn green. But now, as I think it over,
it doesn't sound like such a bad idea.
For wide-spread use, however, that method might not work so well.
Imagine the young man of today hitching a horse to a wagon, and then driving
slowly down the paved highway to see his one and only. The average boy of
teen-age is accustomed to pressing the starter of his father's sedan and roaring off
to his destination. There is really a slight contrast between grandma at sixteen
and the young girl of today.
Then, too, there is the street car or bus that you and your date might
take from your home if his A card had vanished the night before last. But this,
too, has some drawbacks as well as compensations. It may prove very uncom-
fortable if you have to stand three-fourths of the way instead of riding in
comfort. After all, though, we owe something to our country, and this
wouldn't be a very high toll to pay.
Next we take the bicycle, that two wheeled conveyance that most of our
younger brothers just couldn't do without. It really has possibilities if you
have a lot of excess energy, but I don't recommend this to the average housewife.
A better idea, which few people consider, is using their legs as a means of
conveyance. This would be practical in a great many ways. It would cut
out strenuous diet, which most girls deem necessary for beauty. It would
give them life and vitality, and they would find out just how useful legs can be.
Well, you may take your choice, but as for me, "I'm staying home for the
ANNE BYRNE HARWOOD, '44
The Price of Victory
Even we who have laughed at tears
Occasionally must cry.
Even we who are young in years
Must one day die.
Sometimes, we who love life most
Are soonest called ,
Are the first ones to meet the Host.
Can we then be appalled
That in this strife,
When vfctory's not yet won.
He may ask our life
Or that of brother or son
Or dearest friend to pay His price,
If that, and that alone, suffice?
BETTY ANN DRESSMAN. '43
The Junior Red Cross
At the beginning of the 1942-1943 school year a high school division of
the Junior Red Cross Unit was organzed at the Villa, as we are interested in
helping this worthy cause, even though that help be slight.
Some of the activities toward which the Unit has contributed are making
covers for books for the blind, and tray covers for the sick, and collecting books
and magazines for our armed forces. Some have knitted sweaters and scarfs
that will keep our fighting boys warm. Others have given their services after
school and on Saturday to the hospitals.
We are glad that we can help the suffering and our armed forces. Even
though we cannot assist them personally, we can help them through the Junior
Red Cross by our own small efforts.
RUTH WILDE, '44
A Career Address
March 30 may sound just like any other date, but to the Seniors of '43
it was really a somewhat auspicious occasion. The reason for their elation was
that they had the opportunity of enjoying one of those long awaited Senior
privileges. They were invited to attend the Mothers' Club meeting, and all
agreed it was well worth the sacrifice of a study period, for at the meeting they
were addressed by Lieutenant Winifred Alber, a member of the United States
Army Nurse Corps. In an interesting talk, Lieutenant Alber told of the
splendid work that the army nurses are doing, both at home and abroad. She
also stressed the urgent need for more enlistments and asked the Seniors whether
any were planning a nursing career. She graciously answered their questions and
furnished them with infomation as well as with the example which served as an
incentive for imitation.
BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43
For a Better Understanding of Our Neighbors
The Spanish class, on April 5, presented a most interesting, instructive,
and colorful assembly. The object of the program was to familiarize the stu-
dents who do not take Spanish with the customs, the education, and the every-
day life of Spain and of the Spanish speaking people of the South American Re-
publics, and thus to further their knowledge and appreciation of these coun-
tries. Each of the members who contributed to the program discussed a separate
phase of Spanish life such as the children, the school life, the amusements.
sports, and fiestas, and the influence of the Spanish language on our own
language. ' I - 1 ,f . A
The second portion of the program began immediately after the playing
of "Mi Viejo'Anior"' by the 'string orchestra. As the curtain opened, the
Spanish class stood transformed before us, arrayed in Spanish costumes which had
been brought from Mexico by a member of the class. While sparkling sequins
danced before-our eyes, we listened as the beautiful senoritas sang the lilting
melodies of Spain which concluded the program.
BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43
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Pauline Rice prefers peppermint sticks to lip stick.
Dolores delights in doodling designs.
June shudders at the mention of a diet.
Mary Ellen Groeschen's friendly greeting to day-students never suffers a
Mary Alice knows her Florida.
Betty Ann needs a ceiling on stationery and stamps.
Rosemarie Conway is determined to make Honorable Mention a First Prize
Anne Byrne says children's hair always grows darker with years.
Joan Martin, like Abou Ben Adhem, loves all mankind.
Virginia McDaniel has a penchant for screw-drivers. nails, and hammers.
Mary Dell dreams of a perfect jack-knife dive.
Rosemary Holman's worries about overlooking assignment data are now
Joan Plunkett thrives under the burden of holding up the altos.
LaVerne becomes terrified at the knocking of her knees on report days.
Pat Spille's friends have recovered from her succumbing to Prom Fever.
. Jo Ann has discovered that studying improves school life.
Barbara, 'tis rumored, has decided to cut her raven tresses.
For Rosemary Kues' favorite quotation when she misses bus connection, see
the last couplet of "Maud Muller."
I Ruth Scheper has decided that biology specimens do not belong in Latin
"In all the school girl ne was ther noon
That to rosary bifore Sheila sholde goon." '
Ann Middendorf almost convinces us that she has grown up when she
wears her hair in a roll.
Ann Moser bewails the dwindling purchasing power of the nickel in the
potato chip market.
Pauline Nolan holds the all time silence record in the green bus.
Norma is busy cultivating the fine art of being an aunt.
Marynell need not be ashamed of her record for punctuality in assignments.
Jean Vogelsang's wit keeps up the morale of the Freshman class.
Mary Jane Popken and Pat Spille's scientific method will yet prove the
ruin of the lab. V
Patricia Rahe walks for her health, rides horseback for safety.
Loretta rivals the Seniors in dignity.
What a peaceful world this would be, if we had more Ritas.
Patricia Steiber considers no woman is so beautiful that she can afford to
Mary Leah has an aversion to quoting an author exactly.
Joella when she expects her interest in mystery tales to cease.
D Virginia McDaniel how many times she has posed for a Record Drive
Rose Marie Hurley how she acquired the emblems on her raincoat.
Jeanne Claire why "My Old Kentucky Home" grows dearer day by day.
Ann Dressman what she will do if and when she fails a Latin test.
Jeanne Reese whether she has solved the marvel of pink nectar sodas.
Jean Berger whether extractions in public conveyances 'are less painful
than in dental oflices.
Alice Macke what would happen if the younger members of the family
should reach the mail box first.
I Geraldine whether she can recall any occasion when she found herself hurry-
Rosemarie Conway when she intends testing her proficiency in Spanish
south of the Rio Grande.
Mary Angela for information as to what continents forward V mail.
Margie Schneider where Ruth is.
Rose Marie Quaing what hairdresser directs her coiffure.
Virginia McCormack to express her opinion on "jitterbugging."
Ellen Claire Schneider anything you want to know about The Merchant
Pat Schilds why her various "dues" are so heavy.
Joan Siemer whether she has seen Rosemary lately.
Virginia McDaniel how she acquired her perfect technique in soliciting
patrons for Ros Maris.
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Mary Catherine Rabe
Mary Berger f '
Marthe Sue Henslee
Just being small
Attachment to her diary
Lengthening list of friends
Ability to cough her way
out of .any class
"Well, I mea."
Sense of humor during study
Her Play Days
English radio singers
Arguments with Loretta
Good old Spartan days
Aversion for mayonnaise
Eagerness to do anything for
Her spelling book
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Mary and Jean
Joan and Sheila
Little Sisters to the Great:
Staff-Sergeant Henry F. Donahue
Private Edward C. Donahue
Aviation Cadet Richard A. Donahue
Warrant-Oflicer Carl A. Muething
Private Richard J. Muething
Private Robert J. Muething
Corporal William Bertke
Private Jack Bertke
Aviation Cadet Paul Bertke
Private James R. Berger
Corporal Thomas R. Berger
Aviation Cadet John W. Jacobs
Aviation Cadet Fred T. Jacobs
Private Joseph J. Nicholson, Jr.
Private William J. Nicholson
Lieutenant George W. McCormack
Private Edward R. McCormack
Corporal Edward F. Shields
Radio Technician William A, Shields
Corporal John C. Dressman
Private Thomas L. Rice
Chester A. Silva
Private Thomas J. Henslee
Private Irwin Hurley
Corporal William McDaniel
William Plunkett '
Private Chester A. Priced '
Apprentice Seaman Emmet Woods -
William Middendorf '
Aviation Cadet Fred Bimel
Aviation Cadet Harry Kues A
Private Kenneth W. Martin
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Naval Air Corps
Army Postal Battalion
Signal Corps ' Q
Naval Reserve ' ,W ,
Marine Air Corps
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Since its organization in l930, the Gamma Ray Club of the Villa has
been an important factor in the activities of the students. Ar the beginning
of this, the thirteenth year of its existence, the constitution was amended. A
system of points, given according to each member's participation in the meetings,
has afforded a new incentive to the members to please as well as to be informative.
The science students, or rather the enthusiasts, have found the club, this year.
a font of knowledge and entertainment. The meetings have been varied enough
to suit every taste. The hobbies of the students, the importance of science in the
war, new discoveries and inventions, moving pictures, plays, and broadcasts
have comprised the activities or furnished subjects for the meetings throughout
the school year.
MARY ANcslsi.A .lations
DoRo'mY MUI5 HIING
lVlARY l.l3AIl N1cfisoi.soN
Betty Ann Dressman
Rosh MARIIE HuR1,12Y
MARY JANE POPKIZN
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lVlARY LIEAH N1C1io1.soN, '43
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Since the athletic awards are made in May after Ros Maris has been
published, those for l94l-1942 are given here:
Cup for Outstanding Athlete-Frances Brady, '42.
Cup for Tennis Tournament-Jeanne Claire Vehr, '44.
Letters-Mary Nienaber, '42, Kathleen Donahue, '43: Mary Angela
Jacobs, '43: Dolores Ballman, '44, Jo Ann Price, '44: Jeanne Claire Vehr,
'44-: Helen Woods, '44: Jean Berger, '45, Mary Irene Bertke, '45, Anne Dress-
man, '45: Rita Ann Krebs, '45.
Letters with two stripes Caward merited for third timej Bettie Runner, '42,
Jeanne Weller, '42, -
Letter with one stripe Caward merited for second timej Sara Silva, '43g
Ruth Wilde, '44.
A gray, autumn day, November 20, heavy with clouds that betokened
rain, ushered in the final game of the hockey tournament. Juniors and Sopho-
mores, both battling for the honors that accompany such a victory, were on
the field doing their best. With already defeated Freshmen and Seniors cheer-
ing them on and with spirits soaring at every shot of the ball, they held the
spectators spellbound, the suspense during the last quarter being felt by all.
A tie score drove each girl to play as she had never played before, and when
the Sophomore forward manoeuvered the ball from her opponent, there was no
stopping any of that team. From the halves to the guards to the ends, the ball
traveled precisely, well-directed, and quickly toward the goal. The once well-
guarded Junior line was broken through by a bevy of green clad Sophs, rushing
on and on through the field, scattering all remaining obstacles on the way,
on and on, till the ball was safely shot through the goal post.
Thus a drearyday of gloom was quickly transposed into a glorious one
of sunshine for the happy Sophomores, who had so energetically earned their
title, Hockey Champions of Villa Madonna.
' ' NANCY O'CoNNELL, '45
Veniebamus, Videbamus, Vincebamur
Trudging through a sudden downpour, with spirits defying the surround-
ing gloom, up never-ending steps climbed the basket-ball players of the Villa to
test their wits and prowess against those of Sacred Heart.
Entering the building we were pleasantly greeted by a member of the
faculty and some girls. After following them through halls, twisting and
curving down steps, We finally reached a room Where we changed into our
gym suits. I
Under the leadership of our captain, Pauline Rice, we entrusted ourselves
to Miss Caswell to guide us to the scene of combat. We met our foe and fought
gallantly, but retired in defeat by two baskets. Both teams played well, but
the better team won.
In a pleasant room we were served refreshments, and after an enjoyable
afternoon we left with promises that our erstwhile foes would return our visit
JEANNE CLAIRE VEHR, '44
Day dreaming. Yes, I suppose everyone day dreams now and then, but
I am quite certain that their dreams are far different from mine. I was think-
ing of the different sports we have at the Villa, and what quaint pictures the
girls make while participating in them.
How we look forward to our annual hockey game with Sacred Heart stu-
dents! The tall, the thin, and even the small ones display an eagerness to win
and a half sense of fear of their doing otherwise. Girls clad in colorful red and
others in gay green mingle together on a field of victory or of defeat. The shrill
tone of the whistle is heard, shiny hockey sticks clash, a battered ball rolls down
the field, excited players pursuing it, cheers from the stand-a goal for our
When King Winter spreads his heavy white cloak over the world and Jack
Frost tries the temper of the lakes to the freezing point, ice skates again appear in
fashion. And so, at the Villa, the dull scraping of the skates as the girls grace-
fully glide about on the ice, act as a challenge to all. Most of the girls look as
if they were giving a rehearsal for an acrobatic show, while the advanced skaters
make different figures-so they say.
How different from hockey is basket-ball! Minutes dwindle to seconds, a
huddle of players like a swarm of bees. Villa players get the ball! Work it
down, pass it here, shoot: a brown ball bounces off the board, rolls around the
wire-a basket. Cheers go up from the lusty rooting section who did their
The aquamarine surface of the Villa swimming pool is rumpled as our
dolphins begin to display their aquatic ability, splashing their way to success.
Success, not in the sense of competition with other schools, but the success that
is always held dear, that of accomplishing a diliicult feat.
When the tennis season rolls around, the tennis enthusiasts begin to rummage
through equipment for racquets, balls, and shoes, and they jump at the chance
to compete for the title, "Winner of the Tournament and Top Player at the
The courts are anthills of activity, for hilarious girls are anxiously batting
red and white balls in and outside the courts. For some unknown reason, to
the amateurs tennis becomes a game of hit and find. Look at that player on the
second court. Nice racquet that Senior has. Here comes the ball. Out it goes!
That was lucky. Another one. That got her. Not enough practice with her
back hand, or was it because the sun was in her eyes?
One could go on dreaming of the other sports we have at the Villa, but one
marvels at the spirit of sportsmanship displayed by the girls in these conflicts, and
by the character building their contacts have produced, and of which we are
PAULINE RICE, '43
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A TALE IN TWO ACTS
fWith Apologies to Dickensj
It was the busiest of times, it was the laziest of times: it was the beginning of
study, it was thetend of pleasure: it was the day to greet classmates. it was the day
to bid good-bye to playmates: it was the time to say hello to teachers, it was the
time to say au revoir to parents-in short, vacation time was ended for another
year, and students were registering for school after three months of summer
" HELEN Wooos, '44
It was the time to part, it was the time to start: it was the end of the
year, it was the beginning of life: we had the past behind us, we had the future
before us: we were all going one way, we were all going different ways, we
were sorry, we were glad: we were parting, We were starting: for it
was the time of graduation, the time when no one could take back anything, for
it had been done, and all that was left for us was to try to do better in the future.
RosE MARIE HURLEY, '44
To Whom Honor Is Due
Paulina Glenn was awarded Honorable Mention in Class A Group 1-
Fashion Design KAP in the Southern Ohio High School Art Exhibit, sponsored
by the John Shillito Company.
Betty Ann Dressman was twice awarded Honorable Mention in Everyday
Reading for Creative Composition, and Rosemarie Conway also received Honor-
able Mention for an entry.
The Mothers' Club of the Villa have supplied the altar in our chapel with
cut flowers throughout the school year.
Who hath set my soul to live: and hath not suffered my feet
to be moved.-Ps. LXV, 9.
.lo Ann Price. Ann Byrne llarwood, Marllic Sue Henslee, Virginia McDaniel, Ruth NVilde.
.loan Plunkett. Mary .lane llopken, Virginia McCormack, Rose Marie Hurley, Aida Valerio
Geraldine Maylelwen. Patricia Spille, Rosemarie Conway. Jeanne Claire Vehr, llelen XX'oods
Thou art my protector and my refuge:
trust-Ps. XC, 2.
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Nancy O'Connell, Rose Marie Quaing. Jean Berger, Patricia Rahe. Ann Dressman. Irene Prerllte,
Mary Dell Kammer, Anne Moser. Alice Macke, Miriam Rose, Jeanne Reese. Ann Midtlen
tlorf, .loella Schmidt. Pauline Nolan, Margie Schneider, l.aVerne Krebs. Mary Catherine
Ralue. Mary lillen Groesehen. Ruth Scheper.
l reniembcrccl the words of the Lord: for I will be mindful of
thy wonders from the beginning.-Ps. LXXVI, 12.
lXlarcia Rueding. Marynell XVaclis. .lean Vogelsnng, Rosemary Grote, Barbara McCoy. Alice Mur-
ray, Patricia Srhilils, .lean llammersmith, lfllen Claire Schneider, June Hazel. Rosernnry
lines. llelen NVagner. Nlargaret Bimel, Sheila Plunkett, Donna Spills. Joan Marlin, l,oretl.1
Sullivan. .loan Siemer, Rita Jegley. Absent: Mary Alice Shields.
The Lord is the keeper of little ones.-P CX V, 6.
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Marilyn Brink. Nanfy Oclsncr, Patty Price. Mary Jeanne Maloney. Roseanne Rcclwrs, Nlargic
Maclw. Ann Kane, Rosemary McCullough. Mary Alice Gauscpohl, Patricia Madden, Laura
Jean Connor, Joan Bischoff, Palsy McCauley, Marjcan Spillc, Peggy Vchr,
Fourth, Ififth, and Sixth Grades
Mary Ifrances NX'illenl1rink. Joyce Martin. Rita Marie XVainscott. Dean Bauer. Gloria lilassmever.
Catherine l.lll7I'CCl1l. .loyee Macke, llattie Ann Pierson. Glenna Marlin. IIAIIY Kane. Bar
hara Rice, Nancy Bischoff, Virginia lilsaesser. Marilyn Ihiel, Virginia Dyson. I7i.ine Glass
meyer. .loan Deters, .loyce NVolle. Phyllis Sieher. Rita lVlaloney, I'marlHara Connell. Betty Ann
Niemeyer. Absent: Belly .Io Kallmeyer. Marna Roeding.
Sister: Gladys, what are those signs you have with your numbers 1'
Gladys: tat the black-board! This is a plus sign. and that is a sinus
My School Days
In the year l94l, I walked into my new school and my home for that
year. I was to go to school and to play with other girls I did not know. I was
looking forward to making friends with the willing. I saw some ladies whom
I had never seen before. Mother said I should call them Sisters. My first year
at that beautiful school of Mary was a very happy year, full of learning. On
that first day I felt a warm love for the kind and gentle Sisters of God. and l
hope those Sisters toward me felt the same.
This is my third year at the Villa. Other days that I shall never forget are
May l, l942, when I was baptized a Catholic girl, and May 24. when I made
my first Holy Communion. I.et's all hope that we have not one more year at
the Villa, but so many happy years that we cannot name them. I-et's try to make
them the happiest in all our life.
DEAN Batiiaia. Fifth Grade
FIISY, Second, and Th1rd Grades
lXl.lI'llYIl Nolan. .l.inel Ciravius, B.lI'lT.lI'.l lireymuller. Corda l,ee Smool, llally lulwreelil, lil!
iXl.ll'liIl. lNl.iui'een U'M.illey. l'1.irl1.ir.i Vx'.iii.ini.1lxei'. Pauline Rice, limily l.owi'y. .loan X up
ner. Marilvii NVilli.ims, Carolyn Rice. Sheila l..inge, l,ois NVolI'e. Peggy M.1loney. ilu s
Miller, Sue Moore. Mviui lliseliofl. liiuinces lDonoy.in.
Sister: Come here. Gladys, and let me brush your coat before you go home
Gladys: Oli, Sister, please don'l. l want mother to see what kim w
featliers Pal has.
ll'e'll IIILUKIQS remember
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lforgel? Why wc'II never.
'Cause Chrislmas Holidciifx are here.
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For lhoxc awful n1:'c1'fyer1r U.YtI!'l7S.
If lhis all Conlimzes,
In June LL'U'H deserve.
PI'Ol77OII-OI7. L'CICCIll'Ol7. and fun.
CA'1'HiaR1Nia ANN 1,UBRi2ciii'1
The Water Pageant
Excitement ran high, and there was tension in the air as St. Patrick's Day
finally dawned. The reason? Old King Neptune himself had arrived at the
Villa with his royal entourage to judge whether our pool was qualified for a
Class A rating. His honor, flanked by several pages, reviewed the program from
a throne at one end of the pool. Before him paraded the water sprites of hoary
ages, in real life our grade school girls. The nymphs reviewed most competently
the four phases of swimming: health, safety, pleasure, and sport, the latter of
which was exemplified by the relay and obstacle races., During and after the
program the slightly drenched but pleased audience applauded long and loud.
Finally the applause subsided, and a hush fell over the room as King Neptune
slowly rose to give his verdict. Yes, you guessed right. He liked it. He liked it
very much. Before he had finished speaking there were cries of "Bravo"! and
"Hurrah"! and then a wild scramble, for we all wanted to get his autograph.
PATRICIA STEIBER. '43
Those participating in the pageant were:
Barbara Anna Connell Ann Kane Joan Bischoff
Diane Glassmeyer Patty Kane Margie Macke
Gloria Cilassmeyer Patsy McCauley Myra Bischoff
Dean Bauer Rosemary McCollough Joyce Wolfe
Joyce Martin Patty Madden Barbara Freymuller
Mary Jean Maloney Barbara Rice Barbara Wanamaker
Roseanne Reekers Nancy Bischoff Patty Martin
Mary Alice Gausepohl Marjean Spille Janet Gravius
Virginia Elsaesser Joan Deters Emily Lowry
Betty Ann Niemeyer Joyce Macke Marilyn Nolan
Catherine Ann Lubrecht- Nancy Oelsner Pauline Rice
Hattie Ann Pierson Mary Frances Willenbrink Marilyn Williams
Patricia Price Rita Marie Wainscott Rita Maloney
Junior Red Cross Unit A
The birth of the Red Cross is due to the heroic work of Florence Nightin-
gale, Henri Dunant, and Clara Barton. Today there are 3,700 Red Cross
Chapters with 8.000 branches throughout the nation. The Junior Red Cross
is a branch of the Red Cross, which is set aside for its junior members.
During the past year, the grades of Villa Madonna have been incorporated
into the Junior Red Cross Unit. Each school elects two representatives to attend
the meetings of the Kenton County Junior Branch, which assembles at the Red
Cross Headquarters in Covington on the first Saturday of each month.
At our own class meeting each Friday, the seventh and eighth grades try
no find ways in which we can help the Red Cross. So far we have made the
18 tray covers
54 Easter favors
36 Easter place cards
5 scrap-books of jokes
We are now making more bookmarks and are working on an afghan. To
date we have collected 150 hangers and many jig-saw puzzles, games, and toys,
and have dressed and repaired about l5 dolls.
MARGIE MACKE, '47
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Susie Moore for being the Villa's only "daughter of a soldier."
Joan Deters for leading in Defense Stamp purchases.
Marilyn Brink and Margie Macke for their efficiency as representatives of the
Junior Red Cross Unit.
Myra Bischoff for spending a Whole winter in Kentucky.
Lois Wolf and Sheila Lange for their privileged status, equal only to that
enjoyed by Seniors.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth grades for their purchase during Catholic
Press Month of Maryknoll books for the library, and for a subscription to
Field Afar to be sent to Camp Crowder.
Emily Lowry for being the youngest musician.
Catherine Ann Lubrecht for her speedy recovery and return to school.
Virginia Dyson, Patty Kane, Corda Lee Smoot, Peggy Maloney, Marilyn
Williams, and Emily Lowry for very enjoyable parties.
Marilyn Williams who "goes to college" every month.
The grade pupils at the time that Ros Maris goes to press have bought
six hundred and fifty dollars worth of Defense Stamps, but before school closes
they expect to have paid for their Jeep.
The following were First Semester Honor Students in French: Joyce
Macke, Nancy Bischoff, Dean Bauer, Marna Roeding, Phyllis Sieber.
"for getting in the deep": Barbara Ann Freymuller, Rita Maloney.
Joyce Wolfe, Hattie Ann Pierson, Janet Gravius, Virginia Elsaesser,
for learning to dive: Janet Gravius, Joyce Wolfe
for short time progress: Betty Jo Kallmeyer
for greatest improvement: Diane Glassmeyer
For perfect attendance records:
Eighth Grade: Ann Kane, Patty Madden
Seventh Grade: Joan Bischoff, Laura Jean Connor, Patsy McCauley,
Mary Jean Maloney, Marjean Spille
Sixth Grade: Rita Marie Wainscott, Glenna Martin, Mary Frances Wil-
lenbrink, Nancy Bischoff
Fifth Grade: Barbara Ann Connell
For thou, O God, has proved us: thou hast tried us by Ere, as
silver is tried.-Ps. LXV, 10.
So unusual is the conjunction of two jubilees that occurred this year that
Ros Maris relaxes its custom regarding the exclusion of material referring to
the Sisters of the community to commemorate them, although their celebration
was confined to the religious ceremony and was held on April 26, during the
On that date, Sister Mary Vincentia, O.S.B., the organizer and lirst
directress of Villa Madonna Academy, observed the fiftieth anniversary of her
profession as a Benedictine Sister. On the same date, Sister Miriam Annunciata,
O.S.B., a former pupil of Sister Vincentia and her successor as directress of the
academy, observed the twenty-fifth anniversary of her profession.
Hundreds of former pupils of Villa Madonna recall with grateful hearts
the inspiration and guidance received from Sister Vincentia and Sister Miriam
and join, with a host of friends, in the prayer that many, many more- years of
service to God and the cause of Catholic education may be granted them.
Let these things be written unto another generation.-Ps. Cl, 19.
On July 11, Ruth Rice, '37, became the bride of Mr. Thomas Conry.
Mr. and Mrs. Conry are now living in St. Louis.
Betty Ann Moran, '38, was married to Lieutenant Theodore Kenneth
Franke on August 8.
Charlotte Bracke, '42, and Marion Fedders, '42, have been students the
past year at Our Lady of Cincinnati.
On July 13, a son, Donald Richard, was born to Mr. and Mrs. Richard
Hehman CMarguerite Silva, '331
Mary Lo Rabe, '42, Constance Rose, '42, and Bettie Runner, '42, are now
attending Villa Madonna College.
A son, John Timothy, arrived at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Jack McCarthy
fMiriam Silva, '38j on September 14.
Angela Kruetzkamp, '42, Dorothy Rippe, '42, Jean, Weller, '42, and
Frances Brady, '42, attended Campbell's Business College atliigpast year.
A son, Robert Alexander, was born to Mr. and Mrs. Robert J. Muccino
CMary Catherine Grady, '36j on January 15.
Helen Hohnhorst, '36, became the bride of Lieutenant Francis X. Bran-
nen on February 6.
On July 5, a son, Philip Joseph, was born to Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Bracke
fMary Catherine Williams, '35j.
Margie Bell, '40, has announced her engagement to Private Charles Runda.
The marriage of Harriet Hehman, '34, to Sergeant de Ross McCurdy took
place on July 4. ,
On November 14, Lucille De Jaco, '38, became the bride of Lieutenant
Frank J. Hoenemeyer, Jr.
The engagement of Mary Ellen Dressman, '37, to Sergeant Lee Foltz, has
recently been announced. I
A daughter, Carol Ann, was born on August 10 to Mr. and Mrs. John
M. Sheehan CI-larriet Jane Heatherman, '30j.
On March 18, a son, Arthur James, Jr., was born to Mr. and Mrs. Arthur
J. Geisen fAlvera Niehaus, '33j.
Martha Hoppenjans, '41 , has announced her engagement to Sergeant Charles
A son, Paul, was born on November 28 to Mr. and Mrs. Paul Daly fDoro-
thy Bell, '37J.
On June 4, a son, Francis Joseph Aloysius, was born to Mr. and Mrs.
Edwin Flick CLoretta Hudson, '34D. at
Marita Sullivan, '41, has announced her engagement to Corporal William
On September 23, a son, Thomas, was born to Mr. and Mrs. Simeon Wal-
ton CMary Muething, '33j of Florida.
A son, William John, was born on November 1, to Mr. and Mrs. Martin
Brown fRuth Hock, '30j.
Patricia Nolan, '42, attended, during the past year, the Y. M. C. A. Bus-
iness School in Cincinnati.
Too late for mention in Ros Maris, '42, the news was received of the
birth of a daughter, Mary Ann, on October 10, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs Patrick
Higgins CBertha Noll, '27j. I
Betty Reininger, '42, has been attending the University of Cincinnati the
Dorothy Baumer, '39, was married on November 4 to Mr. Harry Tabeling
of Fort Mitchell, Kentucky.
To Mrs. Philip Sieber CCamil1e Howell, '26j sincerest sympathy is ex-
tended in the loss of her father, Mr. George B. Howell, on September 17.
Ruth Flottman, '39, has recently announced her engagement to Lieutenant
Walter R. Johnson of Worcester, Mass.
Mrs. Harry Tabeling CDorothy Baumer, '39j and Georgina Pfetzer, '39,
received in June their A. B. degrees from Villa Madonna College.
Bettie Runner, '42, and Frances Brady, '42, immediately after graduation
received from the Red Cross their Water Safety Instructors Certificate. The
swimming classes at the Villa during the past year have been conducted by
Bettie Runner, '42,
On the resignation of Mrs. F. X. Brannen CHelen Hohnhorst, '36j as Presi-
dent of the Alumnae, Mrs. Paul Hoppenjans QRuth Fedders, '36J, the Vice-
President, assumed the oflice of President.
On May l, the Alumnae held at the Villa a most successful Reunion and
Fashion Revue of the century.
The annual Card Party which the Alumnae held at the Villa on September
26, proved quite as successful as those or former years, thanks to the able chair-
manship of Dorothy Rose Mayleben, '41.
Delegates to Kentucky State Alumnae Meeting in Louisville in November
were Mrs. F. X. Brannen CHelen Hohnhorst, '36J, Dolores Bertke, '36, and
Jane Hoppenjans, '37.
It is reported that Frances Johannigman, '29, has enlisted in the Armed
Forces of the Government as a WAAC.
Word has just been received of the engagement of Mary T. Sweeney, '41,
to Private James Sorrell.
A son, August Louis, Jr., arrived at the home of Mr. and Mrs. August
L. Elsener CAnne Louise Nutini, '35j on January 23.
Sympathy is extended to Mrs. Charles Rondinelli fRosa Maiolo, '30J in
the loss of her brother, Sergeant James Maiolo, whose death occurred in the line
of duty, in March. .
Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Edward Miller CMary Jane Ertel, '30j are the
proud possessors of a son. David, born in January.
A future member of the Alumnae, Carol Ann, arrived in the home of
Mr. and Mrs. W. G. Sanders QAnne Elizabeth Jacobs, '32j , on April 30.
To Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Nienaber CHilda Brueggeman, '32j congratula-
tions are extended on the arrival in their home, on February 17, of a son, James
Thine is the day, and Thine is the nightg Thou hast made the
morning light and the sun.--Ps. LXXIII, 16.
Day students register.
Boarders arrive, bag and 7
14 Classes begin. 8
First assembly program of
the school year given by the
Election of Sodality oflicers. 21
Alumnae card party.
1 Mass of the Holy Ghost.
5 Uniforms a n d "anklets"
Sacred Heart versus Villa in
hockey game--Sacred Heart.
Victory Corps is officially
organized and pledges are
All the boarders go to town.
Senior card party at Shil-
Students sin g Christmas
A delightful C h ri s t m a s
party is given to the entire
To the convent to sing
bvw in- 'Christmas holidays begin.
13 Mothers' Club meeting.
15 Marie Houston once again JANUARY
V1S1fS the Villa- 10 Boarderslreturn after eigh-
28 Sodality bingo is given to teen glorious days-
raise funds for projects to be 1 1 School slowly gains mo-
20 Seniors have pictures taken
NOVEMBER for the Annual.
2 We commemorate All Souls 27,29 Examinations.
llelay by hearing three
10 Mothers' Club meeting. FEBRUARY
11 S 3 i n t Xavier Freshman 5 Annual covers ordered. '
Foot-ball team pay their 10 Freshman prom and Senior
annual visit. pajama party-
13 Tweed Twirl, 13 Boarders see "Mrs. Mini-
Seniors receive their class Vel'-H
rmgs' 16 Juniors and Seniors present
18 Plans for organization of P1'02f3mf01'M0thefS' Club-
Vletofl' COYPS are Presented- 20 Sacred Heart versus Villa.
19 The dreaded report cards Baskefballeame-Sacred
make their lirst appearance. Heart, 32-23-
25 Thanksgiving vacation be- 22 Seniors See the Picture' "NO
gins, Greater Glory." at St. Eliza-
DECEMBER 26 Students introduced to the
2 First snowfall of the season.
3 We welcome our dear friend,
Anna Bird Stewart, once
fluoroscope by the Kenton
Freshman Candy Sale for
Gamma Ray students devote
entire meeting to taking pic-
Sophomore Auction Sale.
Father Griesinger is taken
to the hospital. Father Al-
phonsus, C.P., arrives.
The theatre book of tickets
Grades present Water Page-
Sacred Heart versus Villa in
An army nurse gives talk to
the Seniors at Mothers' Club
Play Day at the Friars' Club
for Juniors and Seniors.
Father Griesinger returns
from the hospital.
Pal visits the city for the
Wiener Roast for the board-
ers. Miss Caswell's treat.
Commencement play cast.
We regret to see Father
Alphonsus leave us.
Election of May Queen.
Golden and Silver Jubilee
Alumnae Reunion and Fash-
First Communion Day.
Auditions of music students
Twilight on the Ohio
The shivering river rolled past the sleepy town.
It rolled and rumbled like the laughter of a clown.
But the frosty moon that floated in the sky above
Made that old man river sing a lullaby of love.
On his banks the drowsy trees waved their arms to and fro,
While God spread a star-dust blanket on the old Ohio.
MARGARET BIMEL, '46
The lowly dandelion bent her weary head.
To rest it on her soft and grassy bed.
She sighed a long but gentle sigh,
Not resentful to the One on high,
But thanking Him for all He's given,
Air, water, light from a gracious heaven.
SHEILA PLUNKETT, '46
Ros Maris Staff
Editor ....,..,,,.,,. . ,...,., A , , . Sara Silva
Assistant Editor .... . .. Betty Ann Dressman
Business Manager ...i,i.,.,. .,.... , ., A Rosemary Holman
Assistant Business Manager .... . , .. Mary Jane Popken,
Art Editor ...,.,,... .... ...... ...A .....t... P a u l ina Glenn,
Assistant Art Editor . Rosemarie Conway.
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When the dimculties of publication threatened that Ros Maris 1943
would have to abandon its hitherto high standard of form and format, friends
tried and true, as in other years. gave us their loyal support. Foregoing they
prospect of returns that advertisements usually bring, they have been content
to enter the list of Sponsors and Patrons. Hence it is that we request the
readers of Ros Maris whenever possible to give preference to thou iirrns and
individuals whose names appear on the following pages. f
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Dr. Fender Adams
Mr. Frank A. Belting
Mr. J. B. Bertke
Mr. James Brink
Dr. R. Cumley
Dr. Wm. E. Dean
Mr. R. Clifford Dressman
Charles J. Farrell, M.D.
Mr. Joseph Feltman
Dr. George V. Flaig
Fourth. Fifth, Sixth Grades
Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas J. Gausepohl
Right Reverend Monsignor G. H. Geisen
Mr. B. J. Groeschen
Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Harwood
Mr. Elmer T. Herzog
Dr. D. L. Hickey
Dr. Wm. Hickey
Dr. J. Homer Huschart
Mr. Albert J. Lubrecht
Miss Frances Lubrecht
Mrs. Stephen Maloney
Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Masterson
Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Middendorf
Mr. Sam Miller
Mrs. A. Muccino
Mr. Joseph Muething
Mr. R. E. Patterson
Dr. E. R. Plunkett
Dr. and Mrs. C. A. Price
Mr. Alphonse G. Riesenberg
Mr. Frank Riggs
Mr. Charles Rippe
Dr. W. L. Schell
Mr. George W. Schilds
Seventh and Eighth Grades
F. X. Siegel, M.D., F.A.C.S.
J. V. Siegel, D.D.S.
Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Smith
Mr. Alfred Spaccarelli
Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Valerio
Villa Madonna Academy Mothers Club
Mr. Joseph Vogelsang
Mr. August Wagner and Helen
Mrs. Katherine Wolf
Acme Veneer and Lumber Company
Beverly Hills Country Club
A. L. Boehmer Paint Company
Boone-Kenton Lumber Company
Brueggemann Trucking Company
Campbell Commercial School
Citizens National Bank
Citizens Telephone Company, Inc.
Colonial Coal Company
Coney Island Company
T. J. Conner, Inc.
John R. Coppin Company
Covington Paper and Woodenware Co.
Covington Trust and Banking Company
Dixie Distributing Company
Fanger and Rampe Company
First Federal Savings and Loan
Association of Covington
First National Bank and Trust Company
Flavorite Doughnut Company
Fort Mitchell Garage
Fritz Mineral and Soda Water Company
Gatto 'id Company
Goodyear Shoe Repair Company
Hatfield Campbell Creek Coal Company
Heidelberg Brewing Company
Heile Express Company
Hellman Lumber and Manufacturing Co.
Geo. W. Hill Company
Hugenberg and Glindmeyer Funeral Home
Jack and Jill Bowling Alleys
Janitors Supply Company
Kahman and Rehkamp Dairy
F. A. Kamp Flooring Company
Ed. C. Kelley Plumbing and
Kolbe Paint Company
Krause Hy-Pure Drug Store
Joseph A. Kuchle Company
Lang's Restaurant and Cafeteria
Latonia Ice and Fuel Company
Liberty, Madison and Broadway Theatres
Martin Foundry Company
Montgomery Coal Company
The John Mullane Candy Company
National Elevator Company
National Underwriter Company
Park Dry Goods Company
Pat's China Store
Peoples Liberty Bank and Trust
Pohl's Walk-Over Shoes
L. M. Prince Company
Quality Coal Company
Roessler Brothers, Inc.
Robert D. Ruttle
Saint Xavier High School
Sam's Confectionery K
Schlachter's Meat Market
Schlosser Coal Company
Schreiver and Son, Florists
Sears, Roebuck and Company
South Fort Mitchell Beauty and
South Fort Mitchell Dairy
Stewart Carr, Stationer
A. B. Sudhoff and Son
Summe and Ratermann Company
Summit Hills Club
Tate Builders Supply Company
Terminix Company of Cincinnati,
Tillman Furniture Company
Trade Engraving Company
The John Trenkamp Dairy
Fred Wachs Company
Ferd Wagner Company
J. G. Wilde Company
Paul Witte, Frozen Foods
Company Charles Zimmer Hardware Company
Zimmer Motor Car Company
C. W. Zumbiel Company
Thomas Sheridan, Sanitary Plumbing and
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Allison and Rose Funeral Home
Mr. and Mrs. H. J. Amann
A and N Furniture and Appliance Company
Bank of Independence
Wm. Beck and Sons
Bolles Sporting Goods Company
Dr. J. H. Bustetter
Mr. and Mrs, Richard T. Carroll
Cincinnati Venetian Blind Company
Connley Funeral Home
DeFalaise Drug Store
De Luxe Cab
Dine Furniture House
Eck Brothers, Florists
Erlanger Lumber Company
Fort Mitchell Delicatessen
Mr. Geo. C. Goode
Judge Joseph Goodenough
Mr. and Mrs. Joseph F. Hall
Dr. G. N. Heisel
J. L. Hils
Kentucky Awning and Venetian Blind Co.
F. A. Klaine Company
Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Lauter
Dr. Edwin J. Leen
Dr. L. A. Lydic
L. J. Metzger
Dr. Paul Muncy
J. L. Northcutt
Jas. O'Malley, Inc., Florist
J. C. Penny Department Store
Dr. C. E. Smith
Miss Patricia Spille, '44
T. M. Swindler Funeral Homes
Dr. W. E. Tait
Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Tewes
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