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

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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

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LITERARY CLUB The Aladdin's lamp of literature has been oursg through the educational vapors which have arisen from it, at each of our quests into its cultural idea, there have come forth new and finer rnotivesg through the eyes of the poets, the novelists, the essayists, we have been mentally transported into other realms of fancy, and the knowledge we gleaned therein has been complete and satisfying. This acquaintance with the literary geniuses of various ages did not occur haphazardly. Though, as a result of our English work, we realized the wealth of beauty that lies concealed in the many phases of literature, our enthusiasm was not satiated. Our knowledge led us to seek a further development. Thus, with a stimulus given for our progress in literary fields, the desire among the pupils of our dear high school culminated in the formation of our Literary Club. It proved to be a fruitful undertaking from the beginning, What a marvelous task it was to encourage pupils to appreciate those valuable works that embody so much loftiness of thought and charm of expression! The first members of the club, with true Memorialite spirit, endeavored to fan the flickering lights of literary knowledge, to remove the draught of modern Ection that threatened to extinguish them entirely, and to nurse them into a steady flame. Their number was few and their task difficult, but they persevered and finally handed down to us the literati of '31, a club that has had its foundation firmly established and most of its difhcult work completed. Whatever success we have attained in this field can be attributed to our dear sisters, especially our Principal, Sister Marie Annette and to our Moderator, Miss M. Ripple. We have carried on the work so courageously begun by its first Qmembers, retaining the sentiment with which the Club was organized and always conducted. In Disraeli's words, we may say, Time, the great destroyer of other men's happiness, only enlarges the patrif mony of literature to its possessorf' One Hundred Twenty three