Annunciation High School - Annunciata Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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SENIOR CLASS Prefident . . RUSSELL T. SLAPER Vire-Preyidenl . MARTHA j. MURRAY Secretary . . BETTY A. LAREAU Treawrer . . BRENDAN A. MCDONNIZLL Colon . ROYAL BLUE AND WHITE Flower . . ROSE Mono NON PALMA SINE LABOREH SENIOR CLASS SONG fMARCHING ALONG TOGETHER, We're reaching the lop, we're winning, Nothing will .flop the Seniorf now, We're conquering addy again!! nr, Our Alma Maier Jlaowed uf bow. Were leaving here mon, 11'e'll ini!! you During the year! to Corrie. Remembering tearberf, renzenzbering friendJ And fun lhal had no end. We've had t0 pau a lot of texlf And we'11e tried our befl. So faire up your voirex loudly, Cheer the Senior.r of -433'

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,IANE E. STUTT Volley Ball Badminton Sodality Mission Unit Legion of Decency Blue Banner 4 Correspondence Circle Mission F. VINCENT SAFY Treasurer 1 Basketball Manager 4 Sodality Unit Treasurer 33 President Legion of Denency Annunciata Staff Wi 5 Z l BEATRICE H. WHITE Volley Ball Badminton Sodality Mission Unit Legion of Decency Blue Banner 4 Correspondence Circle 2 f W

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CLASS HISTORY It was on the twenty-eighth day of September 1939, a calm, -peaceful autumnal day, that the good ship ANNUNCIATION HIGH SCHOOL stood at anchor at the wharf of a new school year. It was the same old ship, that, for eleven years previously had carried passengers to safe harbor in the Land of Success. This was a gala day in the history of the ship, for it was rumored that the twenty-two shy girls and the twelve carefree boys who so happily stepped aboard were about to set sail over new and un- charted waters in a quest for the Port of Victory. Our fears of shipwreck were entirely wiped away by our Captain, Sister Felicity who assured us that if we were diligent in our duties we would quickly reach our final destination. Brendan McDonnell was chosen as our pilot and Leonard McGuire kept the ship's log. With so able a staff of seamen we successfully sailed the first and smallest sea. We learned that the Voyage of High School Life was in reality to be over four seas, though the four bodies of water were so closely joined together that they seemed but one immense ocean. During the course of these four years our little ship stopped at several ports of call. At a place known as Initiation , we became full-liedged members of the ship's crew, and at the Port of Retreat, which we visited four times, our spiritual life was checked. We have visited many places of interest and amuse- ment from which we have accumulated souvenirs. . There have been times when our final destination seemed lost to us, and com- pletely out of reach, times when seasickness tempted us to throw Latin and Geometry overboard, occasions when our ship, tossed about on the rough seas of the Sophomore and junior years, seemed not able to withstand the gale, but, thanks to our capable captains, Sister Mary of Carmel and Sister Theophane and our pilot Francis Lucca, the ship sailed successfully through these turbulent waters. Betty LaReau and Vincent Safy also made this journey easier 'for us by keeping the log and caring for the financial affairs. At last on the distant horizon the landmarks of Commencement and Success were faintly visible. We knew then, that the Port of Victory was not far off. Yes, we were now on the last and most difiicult lap of our journey, the Senior Sea. Al- though we had longed for the end, now that it was drawing near we also have many regrets. We have sympathized with the seasick passengers that made up the various new classes, yet in a way we envy them, they have still to experience the good times free from worry and care which we know we will never be able to relive. Sister Veracunda has led the ship through this last eventful voyage. She has tried to keep our ship on an even keel though it must have been a difficult job. Russell Slaper has been our pilot, Brendan McDonnell, our very efiicient purser, and Betty LaReau has again kept the log., There have been many changes in the passenger list since that bright September morning back in 1959. We have said good-bye to some and have welcomed others. It would take too long to read the complete log, it has little vital significance except to ourselves, the few who still remain together to disembark at the longed-for Port of Victory. As we look at the larger, more majestic ocean ahead we feel that our experience has fitted us to withstand every storm and opposing force without fear of disaster. W'e, the Class of 1943, will go on writing new logs of greater adventure, and yet more wonderful discovery, for while the Voyage of High School Life is at an end, the Voyage of Real Life is just now and here at its triumphant Commencement. MAIJREEN CLUSKEY, BETTY LAREAU. I9