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

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'll OUR ATHLETIC CLUB 1930451! A wonderful year for our popular Athletic Club! Organized in October under the able guidance of its moderator, this latest activity has aroused unparalleled enthusiasm on the part of the student body. From the very outset, the club's program has been active and varied, ambitious, too for so young an organization. The Basketball season opened with an interfclass tournament. School and class songs appeared with amazing rapidity. Class spirit was at its highest pitch, as each year boldly Haunted its colors. To the surprise of all, our Freshman friends reached the finals, only to be outwitted by a splendid Senior Six. Next came a thrilling summons,-Varsity tryouts! Who would be chosen? The decision came soon. A team of recognized ability was selected, and a period of instruction followed under a new lcoach, Miss Lillian Gorman. With breathless interest all awaited the opening of the season. Enthusiasm ran high all winter. Each game found our gymnasium a lively and colorful scene. Eager rooters crowded the benches, window sills and staircases. A cheering squad of vigorous Cathedralites led the rousing songs and cheers. Even our Faculty became enthused,- did you witness their attendance at every performance? Soon came Spring, the season when an athlete's fancy turns toward the base' ball diamond. Here were new fields for our girls to conquer. Another interfclass tournament ended on Field Day with a thrilling game between 3B and 4B. Field Day! What a delightful treat that was to rejoice the hearts of the Athletic Club members. This momentous event, the first of its kind in our history, will long remain a cherished memory. The awarding of numerals and monograms followed, and soon we, graduates, were sadly bidding the organization that had grown so dear to us, Adieu. To what do we ascribe the remarkable success of our club? The answer may be found in the generous support of our Principal and Faculty, the invaluable as- sistance rendered by Miss Gorman, and last but not least, the loyalty of our class' mates. With such assets as these, what organization could fail? A bright future is assured this club, which already might justly echo Caesar's famous Veni, vidi, vici. One Hundred Nineteen

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- .- .11 , auf-A.-1 -J -25.3. ff-A N CUR DRAMATIC CLUB As we terminate the final chapter in the illustrious Book of Memories, let us reveal to you its pages, wherein are disclosed the novel experiences of the class of 1931 in its alhliation with the Saint Genesius Dramatic Club. Our time and efforts have been well expended. Freshman year with its hopes, its dreams, its ambitions of newly initiated high school girls, was brightened by the presentation of Shakespeare's immortal comedy, As You Like It. So eff fective was it, that Twelfth Night was produced toward the close of the follow' ing year. Then in our junior Year came a fanciful drama, an artistic little play which struck a responsive chord somewhere down in our prosaic beings. The Ivory Door truly left an indelible impression on us, so attractive was it in its colorful charm, and the excellence of its portrayal. Christmas came once more with its renewal of the celebration of the Birthday of the King and the presentation of The Gift of Love easily eclipsed all previous Yuletide performances. In February of this year, active work in Buliwer Lytton's Richelieu began in earnest. The individuality of advertising posters, for which we were indebted to the Art Club, proved a valuable asset in stimulating enthusiasm. General co' operation resulted in a superb achievement, and, upon the completion of the splendid play, unanimous praise greeted both players and Madame Anna Daly Fallon, our directress, whose capabilities in dramatics have placed us in the first rank of amateurs. Our glory has been shortflived, and now as we are about to sever our relations with the club whose success formed so great a part in our lives we reflect momentarily on those many happy hours spent in loyal good comradeship. With reluctance we surrender our places to the undergraduates, fully cognizant that they will carry on the splendid work so eiliciently inaugurated by our predecessors and so sacredly cherished by us. We feel confident that they will never deteriorate to the rank of mediocrites and will ever remember the Dramatic Club's great motto, There is no such word as fail. One Hundred Twenty one