Archbishop Hughes Memorial High School - Spires Yearbook (New York, NY)

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.. 'au- t 'P AMBROSIAN CLUBS Down from its special nook on the shelf of Memory, let us take the Ambrosian Club's Album, across the very first page is written: Thus far our history seems to be: The Mikado and Little Miss Nobody At one time All at Sea Amid The Chimes of Normandy. Gently we turn the leaves of our precious volume. One by one the characters return. There stands the Mikado, attended by his indomitable servant who, to the enjoyment of an appreciative audience, is not the least perturbed by his difficult task of shading with the aid of a parasol his master's irregularly covered pate. Threelittle maids, escaped from a ladies' seminary, shuffle once more across the pages. Withal, we revive a lovely picture. ' How can we supress an ecstatic exclamation of joy as we perceive the darling little Miss Nobody and her disguised Minstrel Boy who has searched the whole of New Amsterdam to find the owner of a locket like his own? Amidst the conf gratulatory shouts of Dutch boys and girls, there stand little Miss Nobody, an heiress in truth, and her wooer whose love she is now free to reciprocate. Thus we leave them happily singing of a roseate future. Next the good ship Pinafore sails into view, bearing many notables, not the least among whom being the honorable Sir joseph Porter, K.C.B. and his majesty the Mikadowho is attended by his Chancellor of the Exchequer, Home Secretary and Court Physician,combined in that inimitable personage-Pooh Bah. Confusion reigns on the upper deck. The captain is in a quandary, while the grotesque def fenders of the law, led by their robust Sergeant, dolefully declare that they have failed in their duty, for Pirates have taken possession of the boat and the passengers are to be held for ransom. All seems lost, when, lo! the Fairy Queen and her little charges enter. With a wave of her wand she transforms the bold buccaneers into dreamy poets. As such, they End worthy companions in the ladies on board and grasp a lirstfrate opportunity to get married with impunity. A riot of color greets our eyes as we are transported to the picturesque French village of Comville. In the company of the gayly costumed boys and girls we listen once more to the legend of the old Chateau- When the lost heir returneth, he will clang the bell. Softly, ever sweetly, throughout the portrayal of each operetta, come the strains of an orchestra-our own orchestra. To those loyal members, no hour of practice was too tedious to insure a perfect rendition of the most difficult music laid before them. How dull and unattractive our performances would have been without their vivacious accompaniment! The curtain has fallen. Our reminiscences vanishand a more thoughtful mood descends upon us. It is in this phase of emotion that we utilize this occasion of affectionately dedicating our past achievements to our various moderators and our only coach, Professor Heinroth,without whose generous interest our triumphs would have been impossible. One Hundred Thirteen

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One Hundred Fourteen STAFF THE ARBUTUS