Bayley Ellard High School - Mitre Yearbook (Madison, NJ)

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ss THE CLASS HISTORY C? i,ll7 if 'il j gg' fL'.1 l el HERE was magic in the blue sky, and fairy gold in every sunbeam on that September morning four years ago, when eighty of us stood before the doors of Bayley High. Was it strange that we should think that an unseen Ali Baba gave the whispered command, Open Sesame as the portals swung wide for us to take the treasures of learning's store? We entered as strangers in a strange land. The Seniors looked us over, and passed by, the Juniors smiled pityingly, murmured, Poor Simps and went their way. With the grins of Cheshire cats, the Sophomores chuckled, Wait till we start, Freshies! ' The days became weeks and as swiftly grew into months. Fame came to our door, liked the budding green of our Freshman year and stayed. Success in the languages, athletics and social affairs brought the attention of the Upper Classmen, and where they came to scoff, they remained to praise. Which of us does not remember the Fudge Party of '27? Was there not a unique package of fudge made by the girls, who, either by accident or by design, so it tasted, placed all the chemicals of the General Science Lab in the boiling of the sweet? Slowly, steadily, surely, the sand drops in the hour-glass of Time. At last, the falling leaf and the fading flower found us Sophomores. We were the Jazz band of the school. Was there ever a class who pretended to know more of angles and less of angels than our class of '28? The Finals made us sadder and wiser as we mourned the ones we left behind. The parting of the ways came in the Junior year. The majority of the class with an eye for business felt the get rich quick urge and chose the General Course. But there were social gatherings when we met to- gether to trip the light fantastic on the toes of our partners. Our Junior dance made history in Bayley. That's what We think. Others may dis- agree. Fame again smiled on our class. In the Times Oratorical Contest, a member of Junior A was the winner in the three counties-Warren, Sussex and Morris. What a night that was! Slowly, steadily, surely the sand drops in the hour-glass of Time. We were fitted, forty-two strong, in the Senior Room. There were occasions when we felt like animated corkscrews as we uwiggled in and out of the room. After the usual excitement of elections of class officers and the year book staff, we gave a colorful party on weird, mysterious Hallowe'en. The picturesque attractiveness of the costumes were en- 03 47 Af 1 X1 Vp -QVMW at--M-A--e-----1'-wfqlfyffe 4. ,ff tqgupggiili U MMM,-,Q 1 in 1

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, , ft-Hfe-.. ,. W , In Y g M, 1. F - -Lx l .gi w .a - -, f. f ' .. ii f3 is L I ix L WHATS IN A NAME 66 HAT'S in a name? Lightly it is asked and as lightly answered - A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Far be it from me to dispute with the poet who found tongues in trees, books in running brooksf' the haunting fragrance and the curled loveli- ness of the velvet petals of the rose under another name. But name it rose or weed, yet it Withers and by its bush it soon lies dead. Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dustf' and give their names immortal birthf, What's in a name? Let us look down through the orbit of time to the origin of the name Bayley. Back a century ago in 1831, we see a young man entering Amherst College as a Freshman-james Roosevelt Bayley. The years as they pass show him as an Episcopalian minister, a Catholic priest, first Bishop of Newark, founder of Seton Hall College, and Archbishop of Philadelphia. He was a man noble, dignified, gentle, winsomeg attracting by his kindliness the lowliest, twining himself deep into the affections of his compeers and commanding by his virtues, the respect even of those who differed radically from his views. Truly, he too, could say, Of wealth or of glory I shall leave nothing behind me, CI think it, O God, enoughj But my name in the heart of a child. The Mother-house of the Sisters of Charity supported at first al- most entirely by Bishop Bayley, and the Propagation of the Faith were established by him in the diocese of Newark. By an interesting and un- designed coincidence, the Faculty of Bayley High is the Sisters of Charity, and in the diocese of Newark, Bayley High has been and is the Bamzer High School of the C. S. M. C., the student branch of the Propagation of the Faith. Let us now trace the progress of Bayley School through the years. In 1850, we see a line of twenty-five quaintly dressed girls and hardy boys filing into the first Catholic School in Morristown. Then 186 S. The bloody Civil War is over and perhaps a few of Bayley boys lie cold on a battlefield. At the milestone in 1897, we see our present Bayley Grammar School, but oh, how different! Then it stood bare and new on the old burying ground. With each year, we see a gradual change in the sur- roundings. What a turmoil in 1918! The Armistice has been signed. Bayley has done her bit, look at the stars in our banner. In 1924, the first class of graduates goes forth from Bayley High. We glance quickly over the remaining years until we come to 1931. We have behind us the repu- tations and the traditions that have grown to a mighty size through these eighty years. We have been inspired by the deeds of the past to go for- ward to accomplish deeds as great. We have added a little to the length- ening scroll of names which we hope will serve as a stimulus to posterity as it has to us. THOMAS FRANCIS KAVANAGH, '31, 62 1 is 1 A, a.... , 'ri V I

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thusiastically received in the sphere of witches, ghosts and black cats. Revelry reached its point in the grand march preceding the distribution of the prizes. Back to work we went to prepare for Educational Week. Who can tell of the midnight oil that was wasted on the themes that lwere thrust upon us? Well, even that week passed. While critics were attempting to diagnose the present theatre disease of New York, the dramatic horizon of Bayley grew bright. Being none too sure of our histrionic talent, we tempted, urged and stimulated our players and made our audience like us by presenting Black and White. A laurel of praise was given to each member of the Senior Dramatic Incorporated. Plug, grind, grind, plug, hard at work up to the week before Christ- mas. Then in the true Christmas spirit of good will, we gave a Senior Christmas party. The effervescence of youth made it heartily enjoyable for the Seniors and the wee guests of the Primary Grades. There were Christmas stockings and gifts even for che little ones at Villa O'Connor, Gladstone. Every one helped place the long silvery icicles on the stately tree in the center of the hall. Holly and red ribbons draped the stage, and poinsettias peeped from every nook and crevice at our own Orchestra. While the Seniors had a good time so did the outsiders and it was most unselfish as it should be at that season. The month of January brought two rare literary treats to us. And this is how it happened. We journeyed to St. Elizabeth College, Convent Station, to listen to a lecture, Culture and the Coming Peril by the great English writer, Gilbert K. Chesterton. He' was late in arriving, late so late that The Reverend Father Fulton Sheen of the Catholic Uni- versity, Washington, who happened to be in the audience, stepped upon the stage and by his informal talk, A Sense of Humorf' changed the yawns of the weary audience into broad expansive smiles. What an en- joyable hour that was, as in and out like a thread of gold in cloth of drab was woven the humor of the Divine! Then in came Gilbert K. Chester- ton. Have you seen his picture and his autograph in our year book? We are justly proud of both. Mid-year exams sobered and saddened us. Many were the resolu- tions in the bleak days that followed. However, youth, like Banquo's ghost, ups and will not down. Our Prelinval Dance was the embodi- ment of everything lovely. It was the most delightful and the longed-for frolic of the entire year. Never had the hall looked more attractive. The flags, crimson hearts, and palms made a mass of harmonizing color. The girls themselves resembled dainty flowers with their vari-hued gowns fall- ing petal-like to the ground. We paid the piper for we settled back the next day to chew the ends of our pencils while we considered a new side to the n-gon Constitution. In the midst of our observations, came an invitation to an Italian Supper. 64,