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

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A1111 Saints CCo,imm.eireiia11 Sclliiool Reaching the Goal No matter what happens you know there are few Who stick to their work and see it all throughg But life is short and the things that we do Should always be helpful, should always be true. Know that sometime you'll reach the top: Keep this in mind and never stop, Sometime you know there'll be a great day, Then to much work never say nay . You'll never be lonesome, you'll never feel blueg You'il have more friends who will stick to youg You'll receive all the credit you think is your due, So stick to your goalg I'l1 stick to mine too. Josephine Matykumas, '31 i.....o1,T 1lini Memoriam 06926 EPTEMBER, 1928, was a very eventful month for us who entered our beloved All Saints. Excited and happy we were initiated into the preparation for service in the business world. But November 30 of that year brought us solemn news. jovial Catherine Gray had suddenly left us for a brighter home beyond the skies. In the midst of our joy, the sobering thought, that we too shall one day pass from this earth to meet our Creator, has helped us immeasurably to acquire a true perspective of life's values. ' Mildred McLeod, '30 Page 38

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All Saints K30!U1l'l111lilC1FCilEilllSCllil00ll The villain departed. Our Nell, pardon, our Pat cast frantic glances to left and right. She couldn't go out the window and the use of vocal chords would bring only the Shadow. What should she do? Her eyes rested on a small door built in the wall. The dumbwaiter! Patty rushed over and opened the door. Well, what good did it do anyway? The dumbwaiter would only carry fifty pounds. Thought our heroine, If I slide down the rope, my hands will burn and blister. Hold everything! Here's a ladder running along the side of the shaft. Pat lifted herself over the sill with as little noise and as much speed as was possible. On her way down she passed several doors. As she neared the bottom someone above began to send the dumbwaiter cellar- ward. Pat made a wild and sprawling jump of the last four feet. She dashed around the cellar wondering what to do. The principal idea was to get out. Suppose the Shadow should see her after she did get out? A pair of overalls and a paintfstained cap hung on a nail. Five minutes later Pat carelessly walked out disguised as an ashman-in a costume that did not fit her and a cap that was far too large! Soon Red stopped and collected herself. She was near Fulton Street and the Extension. Her net capital was thirty-three cents-and a pearl. She got rid of the overalls-a telephone booth. Would she call up the police? She called up her mother. I won't be home till late , she said. Again looking like her sweet little self, she left the booth, walked a few blocks along Fulton Street, and suddenly darted into a prosperous-looking jewelry store.Tl , Well, now, how can I finish this tale? This is an assignment in English, due next Monday. I thought l would write out the plot and ask you to help me. l've racked my brain until it is blank. Please help me? just sit down like a dear and jot down a hair-raising ending for my narrative and l'll remember you in my will. How arejyou getting along, Polly? Did your brother johnny recover from the measles? Have you seen Edna since she had her hair cut? I personally think she looks a wreck with the windblown . Would you like to take a season locker somewhere with Pat, Peg and me this summer? Lovingly, Dominga All Saints Commercial Lunch Hour-12:15 p. m. Page 37

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WMS 5102555296 QQQCQIE5 We W 5?55?JW A1l1lSa1ints CComtnereiia1llSelli1ooll Unit' School Paper 31N january, 1928, the graduating class was inspired to publish a school paper. How hard they worked to attain their goal! The result was a mimeographed booklet. The following term, their ceaseless untiring efforts were resumed by their successors. The result was the same. The publication of these two books meant much hard work, sore fingers from sketching and typing. ln january, 1929, the graduates realized their ambition-a printed school book. Their fervent and zealous efforts were rewarded. This was the present seniors' first term in the revered walls of their Alma Mater. We, too, felt a tinge of pride in our seniors' success, for after all we were fellow-students. For three successive terms now we have rooted for A. S. C., and each term has witnessed the editing and publishing of the printed book. After a perusal of this, our book, the reader will see that the seed which was planted by the january 28's has burst into bloom. We, the seniors, saw the sacrifices made by all those who helped make possible the printing of those issuesq now we deeply and sincerely thank you, dear Sister Principal, dear Faculty, dear Alumnae, dear Fellew-Students for your efforts in making our book a success. Helen Broedcl, '30 ,,o lin Memoriam QJQGX5 E are all looking towards the future with great expec- tation, but let us look back for a moment to the solemn day on which we learned of the unexpected death of our beloved classmate, Helen O'Neil, on April 30, 1929. We have felt the loss of her companionship, for she was a happy little person. Ripe for God's garden, the Angel of Death transplanted her soul to the eternal gardens. Her memory shall ever be to us a sweet and pleading forget- 1110-DOY. Matilda Smwitsch, '30 Page 30