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

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.rri -BAYLEY F e .. -L .C -.--,r,,.,,,,, W,,, , ,,f,,, W JV in America and I have a proposition to make, Helen, if I am permitted. Instead of my speech, suppose each one stands and looks toward you, when you mention the name to Marie. Know you! Of course she will. She must. Tell her too, just what each is doing in this big world. Yes, yes, another time. Look your handsomest, Fred, old boy. Here's Marie. The brilliant square of light before me gradually filled with moving shadows, and ah-a beautiful room, a table resplendent with lights, crys- tal, silver, roses, surrounded with the smiling faces of men and Women. Why, surely I knew them. I Hello, hello, Marie. No need to tell you I'm Helen Collins. John has said so already. Is your reception clear? Yes. Then smile at the guest on my right, Virginia, the famed Virgardag on my left, is Fred Cum- mings, the head of the Bureau of Forestry. 'Member he said one time he was going to prune trees? Well, he's done it and more. This lady is Helen Ryan, Mrs. Goldsmith, wife of the President of the Aeroplane Craft. Yes, just the same Helen. Look well at our Attorney General, William Dempsey. No, I couldn,t believe it either at the time. Senora Bianca from Chile. You've guessed it correctly, Maria Camisa. Oh! those two! Don't you remember Mary Prendergast and Anna Whelan? By a strange twist of fate, both are single, happy and in All Souls' Hospital. All Souls! Why, my dear, it is the hospital of the country. Anne is the Superintend- ent, and Mary is head dietician. Indeed, they are. Salute your colonel, Goodwin Camisa. Heis stationed at Washington. Surely, he will. There, he returns your greeting with a salute. Lucky you! Why, thatis our Mary Hourihan. Never married. Too busy, like yourself, with her ca- reer. On your way home visit the Louvre to see her last painting. Let me think. It's called The Drag. Isn't television the comfort? Practical indeed, but expensive, but then, what's expense when it buys this won- derful day. Wanted to have dinner but John said he couldn't manage to be present at the hour so we have luncheon-and see and hear you both. 'Bob' says he's a coach of college coaches. Trains them. You know the attraction of the country now is Seton Hall University. Bob's there. Isn't Frank Manning the tallest flgure on your square? At last he's in Rome, at least, his picture is. Didn't he hate Latin long ago! He's the biggest man in the D. L. W. Electrics today. My dear, prepare to laugh. Francis Reilly, the sturdy figure midway at my table and beside him Francis Dunlap, both of them-oh do get this--both of them are mining engineers in South America, and they speak Spanish fluently. There! your laugh has made you lose that tired drawn expression. Too much work. Drop it and come home to us. They are teachers like you, pardon me, professors, all three-Mary Chapman, Frances Pearce, Gertrude Geary. Ask them. Columbia, Fordham, St. Elizabeth. Yes, yes, Irene is there. That is one reason for Gertrude's being a member of the Faculty. Who? Not clear. Oh, Anne Mahoney. Yes, indeed. My dear, Anne is 71 .. , ,.. Q h K ,fwfr ,-- .A .X ., ,,,, . . - ---.- W . ...... A- . Y . fig. ' Ns .f,,1.f.i,i-L....,-.-...-.. ,-...1..D3...3 ..-,--,-...ij:.iwSTf? . aa.

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on W ,f -rv ,XX ' .S . 1. tw' e a T heis done! My scientific discoveries are nothing compared to the knowl- edge of Christ given by him to those simple peoplef, Somewhere, I recall now,,' I said, that I heard Agnes Chapman was a Carmelite nung and Irene Kelly did write me a letter. I was too busy at the time to answer it. I know about her. She is Sister Marie Elaine, Dean of St. Elizabeth College in Jersey. I must get a letter off to her tomorrow. There,s Kathryn Miller. She won't be presentf' rejoined John. Her husband-no, not John Bonnaviat. John is a busy bachelor engaged in 'frenzied Hnance' in Wall Street. Kit's .husband is the wealthy Mr. Bur- wood. Kit and he are touring Switzerland. What about the Duff twins?,' I asked curiously. Ha, now youive said it, laughed John. Do you mean to tell me that you have not heard of the Cullduff car? Why, John and James, and Pat Cullen are rolling in money and in cars, thanks to their clever man- ager, Edmund Hallinan and their shrewd corporation lawyer, Rita Benevillef, Oh, so Rita did become a lawyer. How strange she should be em- ployed by the Twins, I said. Here John looked at his watch. Just time left for a walk to the Television Station. Come with me, Marie. I'll arrange that you, too, will be televisually present at Helenis luncheon. You will be the surprise guest. Thank you John, but--- 'But me no buts., Wasn't it the 'Bard of Avon, who said that? To share the joy and thrill that will be yours when you talk and actually see them and they see the renowned writer, Marie Mott, is a pleasure I wouldnit exchange for the presidency of the U. S. A. The guide smiled as we passed from the Library on our way to the Television Station. My heart skipped a beat or two as we entered a long room decorated in restful grays. Chairs, and a small table beside each chair, seemed to be the only furniture. John spoke quietly to one of the attendants, for such I presumed him to be, and immediately chairs were arranged for us both. I found myself facing a large square on the opposite wall. Take the receiver, Marie, and watch the square on the wall, ordered John. As I did so, a silvery bell chimed. At the same instant, the wall was flooded with brilliant light. Hello, hello, everybody, I heard John say. I've a surprise for you tonight, or rather this afternoon. Virgarda, as guest of honor, has a rival. Today in the Library here, I came across Marie Mott. Talked over old times. Asked her to come to the luncheon with me. She's here beside me. It's great to see you all. How long? Sixteen years since Marie was 70 X ifyif 'Mk'

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ffllfffr-. f'7 31'X, hi 4 ,I HW A , ff - lf-.x y I .fit Y 1. iz Y .M---i,..f1i I the dainty Mrs. Micker. The very same 'Mo-lasses.' Plenty of money for the poor. She is head of the National Federation of Catholic Charity. Busy person is Anne. That's Alice Charlton Crowne. Her husband is the owner of the Crowne Leather Company. I knew you had. Gertrude Dugan's smile betrayed her. Gertrude, too, is a busy woman. She is the President of the Newark Mt. Carmel Guild. Mary Walsh! The very same, my dear. Came home last week from Paris. Has a wonderful shop there. Sells the most wonderful gowns. Why, Mary Hopkins is her American buyer. It does one good, doesn't it, to see them both so well and successful? Catherine says she does not know how she missed seeing you as she spent a month in Rome. In May, she says. You were in Flor- ence? Oh, that explains it. No indeed. She is Catherine Petrozzo Villa- mine. One of the big architects of the country and a wonderful Catho- lic leader. Right. That is Marguerite Higgins. Has devoted her life to the social welfare of the poor. Not a nun. She has organized about one hundred of us Catholic women of means into bands of ten members each. We are affiliated with the Mt. Carmel Guild, but we look after the chil- dren of the poor between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Marguerite was one of the self-sacrificing girls in our high. Sarah Keyes, I forgot to mention her. She couldn't be present. She is a member of the commu- nity of Sisters in New York State, known as the Sisters of the Presenta- tion. Eleanor Gordon Doff. Exactly. And as shy as ever. I own one of the cars. You don't know him. Maybe, because his flaming locks are tinged with gray. That is John Naughton. Made a fortune and a name with his orchestra. Still leads it. Pardon. John proposes We stand and sing our school song of old high. Join in, you and john, if you can in that station. Listen, 'Red' is singing-'Her girls the sweetest, her boys the fleetestg So here's a cheer for her we love so---!' ,' Marie, I've called you three times. You will be late for schoolf, With a start I sat up in bed. Aunt Catherine was calling me. I was in my own home on Hill Street. The ideal was wrecked on the shores of the real. MARIE CATHERINE MoTT, '31. 72 rw