All Saints Commercial High School - Excelsior Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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All Saints Commercial School Assembly Notes 624506 During the past term the Dramatic Society has' been active. Among our successes we may consider Eppie's Choice , a sketch adapted from Silas Mamet, well potrayed by the girls, Writing a Tragedy , an unusual little comedy very dramatically presented by Dominga Durlacher and Helen Guzikas, Mary Magdalen, the Penitent Sinner , not an easy play but well acted. The climax of the term, however, was that performance given by the seniors. The program opened with the chorus Bigger and Better Than Ever by the entire class. Then followed the amusing play, Our Aunt from California . In this the following girls displayed real talent. Felicia Needy Helen Lux Rosalie Needy Marion Stubing Sally Needy Dominga Durlacher Mrs. Merry Muntoburn ,- Gertrude Wapenhaus A dressmaker - Helen Broedel Mrs. J. Needy Matilde Stravitsch The Death of Blessed Imelda was a Gtting conclusion to the afternoon. lmelda Helen Whooley Aunt Lucretia Lucille Harrigan Cousin Rosa Marie Greulich evidenced their dramatic powers, for at the death of Imelda hearts were touched, and the audience showed their appreciation in a most emotional manner. The seniors then made a pretty picture as they sang The Stein Song a la All Saints . The students worked hard to make their final appearance a success. Did they succeed? Ask our timid freshmen. Last term our artist, Anna Auer, prophesied that some day the members of our dramatic society would become the juvenile Wonders of the Stage . The girls, through hard work, have accomplished much this term. We look to even greater results next year. - Dofrotlry Waldeck, '30 Page 32

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. ,.., WDW.. .- , -.,,-, - AA. ' All Saints iComnrnereiailSc1lioo1l Alumnae News 0606 The faculty, alumnae, and student-body of All Saints send a sincere message of sympathy to the following who' have met with bereavement during the past year: Mrs. H. P. McDonald CMotherJ Sister M. jean Rosaire, 0. S. D. CFatherD Susan Kearney CMotherD They extend good wishes for future happiness IO and Mrs. N. Shroeder fFlorence Schmittl Mr. Mr. and Mrs. E. Nopper Uane jarvisj Mr. and Mrs. J. McMahon fFrances Kraus, Mr. and Mrs. W. Dittmar CAnna Rankerl Mr. and Mrs. E. Weisenfeld fAnna Brudermannl Mr. and Mrs. I. Poole fMary Fleming, They send a welcome to Mary Madeline, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. H. P. McDonald fwinifred Woodl joseph, son of Mr. and Mrs. J. Basel fSophie Mauserl Elizabeth Estelle, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. G. Connors Uulia Dempseyl They offer congratulations to to to Sister M. jean Rosaire, O. S. D. four former president of the Alumnael, Sister M. ,loan Dominici, O. S. D., Sister Miriam Francis, O. S. D., and Sister M. Frances Therese, O. S. D., who on May 1, at their first Profession plighted their troth to their Heavenly Bridegroomg Sister M. Lawrence Imelda CEileen Fitzgeraldl, who received the holy habit of St. Dominic on April 305 and Anna Bergmann Uune, '29J, who entered the novitiate at Amity' ville on February 2, and awaits the happiness of becoming a bride of Christ. Page 3 l

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A1111 Saints Commercial School T he Autobiography of at Cheek 643045 Y life as a check has been one of adventure as well as one of service. For a long time I was the first of many brand new yellow checks in Mr. Anthony Gilmore's black and white check book. My how stuffy it was in that place, with not a streak of light but only fifty companions! But joy! I was the first selected for a journey. One bright sunny day, on Mrs. Gilmore's birthday, my master, ever courteous about such things, secured the book in which I was concealed, to my great enjoyment opened it, and started to fill out the spaces on what is known in banking terms as my face. I-low happy I was! Mr. Gilmore filled in my number, the city, the date, the bank in which I was born, to whom I was to be given, for what I was worth, and finally his signature. I was given to Mrs. Gilmore who immediately indorsed me, placed me safely in her new purse and carried me downtown, where I was presented in exchange for a dress. I was still the happy crisp check which had a few hours before been lying peacefully between the covers of the check book. But my adventures had started-I was to enjoy the whirlwind of commercial activities. At the close of the business day I found myself on the cashier's desk, where I had been placed with many unknown companions. One day I was released from my captivity, indorsed by Mr. Elwood, the Manager, and given to a painter for services rendered. I was creased in a cruel manner and carried by my new owner to the First National Bank where twenty-five dollars were given in my stead. There was no difficulty in obtaining cash in exchange for me, but the complicated machine built for my circulation was to me a new experience. From the teller's cage I was sent to a sorting table where busy clerks checked off the figures written on my face. By this time I was badly mutilated but could not escape being put into a machine which printed across my face my new residence, First National Bank . I was next put into a dark bin with many associates, all of whom claimed the same birthplace as myself - The Corn Exchange Bank . The following morning my companions and I were arranged in a neat bundle, placed in a large black bag and carried by the Bank messenger to the Clearing House on Cedar Street. When I again saw the light of day I found myself in a spacious room with hundreds of other checks. A bell was sounded and before I realized it I was being once again returned to my native bank. Before noon the same dayl found myself in the bank from which I had originally started. I wondered if I would ever be returned to Mr. Gilmore, and if so, would he discard me as being worthless. But I was to be handled and rehandled before returning to him. At the Corn 'Exchange Bank I was proved, examined and listed for Mr. Gilmore's statement. I then found Page 33