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

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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

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qu ART CLUB The year fourteen hundred liftyftwo witnessed the birth of Leonardo da Vinci, sixteen hundred six greeted the arrival of Rembrandt while nineteen hundred thirtyfone has welcomed, with no less pride, the recently founded Art Club of Archbishop Hughes Memorial. Scarcely had the spirit of art been borne on the wings of Fama, along the corf ridors of Cathedral when Mirabilie dictum as the Roman poet might have said, one afternoon found assembled in the Art Room every possible Raphael and Van Dyck. Enthusiasm! Spirit! How soon shall we begin?, queried each eager applicant. Two weeks later every palette, every brush was so busily engaged that results of which we might well be proud were produced. One cannot easily forget the picturesque posters which greeted the students on every side. They graphically and effectively advertised the Dramatic Club's Richelieu, and the Glee Club's Chimes of Normandy. The publication of Spires then claimed our undivided attention till the plates were Hnished. Upon the completion of that work, our budding geniuses became absorbed in painting greeting cards for Mother's Day. Whatever achievements we may have attained, whatever accomplishments the Art Club may have realized during its brief history-these have been brought about through the efforts of our esteemed Principal and moderator to whom we now extend our deepest and most sincere thanks. In brief, this is our history. The Art Club has been most successful in mainf taining the standards of the White and Gold. It is to you, our successors, that we extend our earnest wishes for a favorable continuation of all its future undertakings. One Hundred Seventeen