Academy of Mount Saint Vincent - Chastellux Yearbook (Tuxedo Park, NY)

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Last year s Seniors had 'Dared to be different’ and had selected a yellow floral print dress for Com- mencement. Our Class voted to return to tradition- al white for ours. The Red Roses we would carry would provide the only touch of color. Once again, MRS. SEIGEL of SHULMAN S BRIDAL SHOP in White Plains, arrived at the Mount with a carload of beau- tiful gowns — SO beautiful that a selection was a bit difficult. Ten or twelve girls were selected to model the dresses. Few of the dresses were white, there- fore we had to picture how a dress we were seeing in a color would look in white. The dress we finally selected was a brown voile with a white pique collar and gir- dle. You will recognize it — ANNE COYLE is modeling it in the group pic- ture at the right. 118

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EPILOGUE Again and again throughout our Yearbook you have seen the symbol that appears on this page. Have you studied it wondered about its meaning analysed it ? If you have read our book carefully and thoughtfully you are aware that this Epilogue is the concluding section of our Yearbook, and it is also the Epilogue of the one hundred and twenty-five year story of the Academy. It is especially this second phase of the Epilogue that gives you the key to our symbol. First there is a PHOENIX, the mirac- ulous bird the Egyptians associated with the sun-god. According to a fable the bird would be consumed in fire, and would then rise in youthful freshness from its own ashes. The Academy has already flourished in three locations: first, in what is now Central Park: then on the Hudson, just below Yonkers: and now. for almost thirty years, here in Tuxedo Park. Who can deny with certainty that our Academy will not rise again from the ashes of the present im- molation in some new location? Even if it does not appear again as a revitalized school, it will live again in each Alumna. Just as Paul wrote to the Christians of his day ’You are my Epistles, written in my blood' so is each Alumna the personifi- cation of the Academy and its ideals. Then there is the HOUR GLASS, with the sands of time running out and how quickly they have seemed to flow during these last months as the fateful date — June 1972 — drew near! There is the ROAD, winding out of sight, reminding you — and us — of the end of the road, or more hope- fully the possibility that when we reach that point we shall find that it isn’t really the end after all — that, instead, a new road branches off from this one and leads to an even more beautiful spot for a new begin- ning