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

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POST GRADUATES Sillingf-lxlary llannon. liorotliy Xvlillorst, Valerie fieniewiex, Helen Perez. ljatrieia Connally. lxlary lfrzewslia. Slumfiiigi-lJalrieia l.inm'lQer. Rolmerla ,lones. Virginia Rielmer. ljalriria ltreslin, l:l'i1l14'0S l l2ll'lIlii'Hill, lQOSOIHill'X CiOi'ClfilY, l,DOI'Oll1y QstHf'ElC'C. IQCDNUXI- LCDX E Tlrey were liotli young ancl eliarming, As lac ctaneect lior away in a wliirl. llc was so tall, ctarlq ancl lianclsome, Vyltiilc slie was a lair, tiny girl. His eyes were tlie color ol llII'CllIOlSC. Hers were relleetions otNigl1t, Tliey were perlocition in Contrast. A lueautilul, elegant siglrt. glue was a princess ol lmeauty. A prinee ol great valor was lie, Tliey were meant lor eaelr otlier. Tliat. any mortal eoiilcl see. lle gazecl clown upon lier witli rapture, Slice raisecl lrer sweet lame lor liis lass, Xvlien tlrey gazecl onee again at eafli otlier, Tlieir laces liacl mirrorecl tlieir luliss. Xvitli a million stars in tlieir eyes. vlqliey waltzefl along witli tlic song. .X luoy ancl a girl in a sweet emlvraee. Xvliere two lovers always luelong. Tlieylll clanee llirougli lile togellier, 'Nc-atli tlie laeautilul l leayen alnoye. Ttiat lsnows tliat tlieyyre not really royalty. ltiit. a lact ancl a lassie in love. loAN FLAHHRTY,47

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THE RIVALSH And now my Francis Quinn Has gone to he a priest After all the shirts l pressed for him, And all the pants l creased. l went with darling Francis Quinn And loaned him hoolcs and dollars And l used to sit and tall: to him As if we two were scholars. We trimmed the Christmas tree together And he often dried the dishes He ate the tally that l made And commanded all my wishes. But when l aslced our wedding date He never gave a nod . He just dropped me like a hot plate. And went running oll to God. Ah Yes, l once loved Francis Quinn You'd never thinlc that he, Could have such high falutin thoughts, About Etemityl He said 'twas his Creator Vxfho told him to say HNOH. My Goshl Unless you malce a hoy You havenyt got a Uheaun. fwilh apologies to Rev. Leonard Feeneyl IRENE CoNi.oN PUET5 EUR ER A PARTY IN THE SKNT A star was my diamond, The sun was my pearl: A great deal of jewelry For one little girl. My gown was a cloud All iquljly and white, My cloalc was rich satin It was made of hlaelc 'Knight The slcy was my host So suave and so gay, He served me champagne From the great Millcy XV ay My gifts were the finest And especially thisl From the man in the Moon l got my First lcissl JOAN FLAHERTY 47 r