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

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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,

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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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'V . With such a charming hostess as Catherine Petrozzo and such apprecia- tive guests, the supper could not have been less than a social triumph. On St. Patrick,s Day, Alice Charlton was the Queen of Hearts. The Bridge Party held in her home proved that Alice is a royal financier. The proceeds helped to swell our bank account. Our success in the field of sport lies not in ourselves but in our stars -the sport luminaries that we brought with us from our Junior Year. Again they showed the caliber of their strength in the field of football, basketball, baseball and track. Let me list them for you: Whip, Ben, Fink,,' Bob and Bil1. Every fan knows the magnetic cheerleader, Johnny Bonnaviat. Easter came and went. Our coffers were not yet full. What were we to do? In consternation, we sought the ones that cannot fail us, our Mothers. They arranged a card party which delighted all who came to Bayley Hall on the evening of April seventh. Spring went on her way, ushering in balmy days breathing the in- cense of her blossoms. New joy was ours. The pictures of the classes were photographed and so were we-in caps and gowns-with Monsignor in the midst of our group. Do you know that we waited four long years for that day? Slowly, steadily, surely the sand drops in the hour-glass of Time. We cannot linger in the recital of the pastg we cannot peer into the pages of the future. There comes upon our ears, a persistent cry, Copy, more copy! It is the printer. Wbaf is to come we know not. But we know Tlaat what has been was good-was good to show. THOMAS FRANCIS KAVANAGH, '31. 65 . A .rs ,.. , ---wg 1 9 3.1M 1 H o 1,4 'Y N I Y ,fi