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

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One Hundred Fourteen STAFF THE ARBUTUS

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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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- A .tw 'vb' ARBUTUS EditcrrfirIfChief HELEN HENDERSON, '31 ANN MCCLUSKEY '31 Exchange Editor ANNA HIGGINS '31 Assistant MARY VAUGHAN '31 Staff Artist NAOMI'CLAPP '31 Dramatic Club IRENE Mc DONNELL '31 Fourth 'Year Reporter ELIZABETH WOLEE '31 Second 'Year Reporter VERONICA DORNAN '33 Athletic Club CATHERINE CURRAN '31 Assistants JULIA CARLOCK '32 Bans Mots Editor FLORENCE LONG '31 Assistant JOHANNA SULLIVAN '31 Arnb osian Clubs GWENIJOLYN LEE '31 .Query Column MARY AGNES RILEY '31 'Third Tear Reporter HELEN MCGANN '32 First Tear Reporter FLORENCE HARDISTY '34 Literary Club MARY O'BRIEN '31 Circulation Manager ' MILDRED VOGEL '31 And, guided by its sweet perfume, I found within a narrow dell A trailing spring flower, tinted like a shell. A flower was borng as a tiny bud, it was caressed gently by the gracious leaves in whose midst it grew, and as it bloomed, all looked upon it with love. Such has been the story of our little Arbutus, and as the last petals of the flower are slipping from our grasp, we treasure its memory, and revere the recollections of the hours in which its fragrance permeated our lives. Today, as we stand upon the threshold of another world, we realize how dear it has been to us, this little paper, a representative of our youthful aspirations, a connotation of the lofty principles of the Alma Mater to which we accord loving sentiments of filial affection. Through Freshman, Sophomore and Junior years, our budding literateurs asserted themselves in prose and poetry, and to the delight Cor perturbation, as it may bel of the editorial staffs, manuscripts from the younger girls flourished. But the greatest pleasure arrived with the advent of the Senior year, when the management of our Arbutus was placed in our own hands, and it was ours to collect, to revise, to prepare material for the press. Its pages have become dear to us, its literary standard has been our prideg and now, when the trailing arbutus is hidden in the sylvan greensward, our own Arbutus continues on its way with its messages of good will to all Cathedralites. Its hopes for the future are bright, and in its path of literature we send heavenward a prayer for its continued progress. One Hundred Fifteen