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

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PROPHECY Alighting from a plane I entered a cave. Through winding, intricate labyrinths, merging now into thousands of endless, dim passages, then past dark, secluded caverns and finally peering forth into inky blackness, I hastily followed my guide, a wretched, cackling dwarf with a shining, swinging lantern. My courage mingled with a sense of utter desolation, as I harkened to the sonorous refrain of distant, sensuous music. Then my weird conductor gratefully hissed: Lol Thou approachest the honorable Fates. Ask what thou wilt. Instantly we reached a turning, and I beheld a spacious, tapestried hall, clouded with incense and suffused with the ethereal glow of numerous hanging lamps. Seated on a dais were the three sister Fates, the objects of my quest. In a commanding tone one of these cried, Suppliant, thou seekest the futures of thy classmates? Patience, silence. Only we hold the keys to days not yet inscribed in the annals of man. With visible trepidation, I muttered a faint , Yes, most worthy one! Then came silence, a charged, miserable silence that was finally broken by a harsh command. Bring sleep, Morpheus, I say, Morpheus, thy sleep! Slowly the sisters beckoned me and then from behind a partly raised curtain, I gazed across a panorama of hills now deepening into valleys, of cities stretching toward forests, and rivers gracefully losing themselves in the sea. Drowsiness ruled. I was sinking, softly. Vaguely I imagined. Now thou behold their destiniesf' an eerie voice commanded. A hurried impatient sigh, a muffled turning of leaves, and then I found myself in the cabin of the TransfContinental passenger plane. Truly I was weary, for the past hourwe had been awinging westward past the towering skyscrapers of New York toward the suburban districts of New jersey and Pennsylvania. As yet, my fellow passengers had found little or no time for congeniality and thus I was left to my own resources. Suddenly, I was startled from my reverie by the familiar voice of Mary Agnes Riley. After exchanging brief greetings, we fell into discussing the lots chosen by our sister Cathedralites. Well, you see I'm quite a modern 'womanfaboutftownf casually suggested Mary Agnes, while motoring upfstate, the other day I chanced to stop at a charmf ing teafroom. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the two proprietors to be none other than that happy pair, KathleenMcClaurey and EileenMons. We talked shop and finally exchanged our knowledge about the class of '31. Both of them reside in 'Shadysidef Margaret Brady, Muriel Mackenzie and Catherine Sheehy are some of the prominent members of that 'just married set,' composed mostly of our old Cathedral friends. You must remember them, why, there is Lucy Downing, a rising young journalist, Mary Brennan, style's editor of 'Delineatorf Josephine One Hundred Twentyffouf

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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

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Kiely, Gertrude Twiname, Mary Schepens, Betty Wolfe, America's leading inovelist, and her inseparable chum Marie Curry. I felt so proud the other day, continued Mary Agnes, when I heard judge Ann McCluskey commend Johanna Sullivan and Mary Barrett for the stand taken by them with regard to their clients. I just imagined that we were back again in Cathedral after I had read the praise Mary O'Brien gave to Marie Mullane's and Marguerite Hugue's book of Sonnets and to Mary Leurele's book on 'World Problemsf In her preface, Mary thanked Professor Rita Carlin of Columbia, Prof fessor Mary Caskin of Smith and Professor Eileen Curtin of Vassar. Yes, I added, I happened to see Mary Woolley's recent play that Irene Mc Donnell, Helen Curtin, Rita Clymer and Veronica I. Murphy dramatized under the direction of Frances Sullivan. Florence Long was publicity agent and Philomena Lo Guidice and Hilda Miscione were the dress designers. By the way, Eugenia Corbera and Anne Dowling gave it remarkable 'Writefups' in the 'Evening Postf Suddenly we were interrupted by a smile of recognition. It was Mildred Vogel, Winsome and cheerful as ever, Mildred was president of a brokerage in Wall Street and incidentally an able politician. The last time I was at the legislature she remarked, it seemed like a Cath' edral reunion. Catherine Farrelly astonished the entire assembly by her tenfhour filibuster. She was seconded by her colleagues, Vivienne Fille, Sarah Culligan and Althea Reid, whereas she was ably opposed by Margaret Hedlund and her followers, Loretto Bruen, Veronica C. Murphy, Eleanor Cunningham and Margaret P. O'Connor. Yes she continued Wall St. is teeming with the class of '31. Why, Martha Leik, Mary Matzok, Grace Bacigalupo, Marion Woodland, Margaret Hickey, Catherine Joyce, Sheila McHugh and Catherine Logan are familiar figures on the Curb and in the Exchange. Glancing at the Sports' Edition, I noticed Catherine Curran's distinguished articles on 'Women in Sportsf She mentioned Betty Fleck, Mary O'Connor, Helen Stevenson as the greatest trio on the basketball court. Then too, she commented on the records of Anna Hiro, Catherine Chrenko, Rita Oakley and Esther Brown, the great golf champions of the country. Mary Agnes then asked, Did you happen to read Helen Henderson's splendid editorial in the 'New York Times' on 'True Welfare Work?' Helen paid a grace' ful tribute to Alice Garvey, Mary Hyland, Mary Gately, Catherine Taylor, Anne judge, Sebastiano Marino, and Helen Donnelly for their wonderful nursing during the great mine disaster. V By the way I supplemented, you must have heard that Virginia Brink, Rita Walsh, jean Dickson, Elsie Cormier, Margaret Davis and Mary Rogers have opened up a kindergarten in White Plains. Yes, continued Mildred, Westchester likes education. Mary A. Flynn is experimenting in spreading Civic Repertory Theatres, together with Rita McCoy, Margaret Horn and Marion Tyddf' 4 One Hundred Twenty fwc