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PAGE 2 LAUREL .hu JUNE, 1940 THE LAUREL Published by the students of BISHOP MGDONNELL MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL 260 Eastern Parkway, Brooklyn, N. Y. a t A ' 2132451- CHARTER 5,542 MEMBER ' -'fl' X316 N , ' ...J Alia- SCHOOL LAUREL STAFF Editor-in-Chief .,...,,.,... FRANCES MCDONALD, '40 Associate Editor ,.... ,..., ...A.. . ...... E 1 LEEN RILEY, '40 ASSISTANT EDITORS Feature .................. .. ROSEMARY CHRISTMANN, '43 News ..,. .......... MARGARET KENNEDY, '41 Literary ...... .........,..... M ARY WINTERS, '41 Sports ....... . ...., .... - ..... M ARIE HARTIGAN, '41 Activities ...,.... ......... M ARGARE1' CULLEN, '41 Exchange ....... ..... . ,.... M ARY DEGNAN, '41 Art .,........,.......,....... ........ I SABEL IVICCAFFERY, '41 Humor ............... .,,, - .....,...,,..E. C ATHERINE BELL, '41 Guest Columnist ..........., LORRAINE SLINGLAND, '40 BUSINESS STAFF Circulation Manager ...... .... ....,,E.... M A RY HART, '40 MARION NOLD, '40 Secretaries .......,... ...... . MARY BURDE, '40 MADELINE GLAssER, '41 wtf 51 To the Faculty- OUR APOLOGIES Youth is so thoughtless. And it is with regret that we realize now, too late, how ungracious, how ungrateful we have been. Behind us are four glorious years of good, solid, Catholic training. We have grown in the love of God, we have dis- covered Mary as the greatest of friends and models, we have learned to value beauty of soul. The high standards you have set for us have raised us above what is ordinary, have elevated our woman- hood to a level aloft from the worldly. Appreciation of the wholesome things in life-music, art, literature-is all ours be- cause of you. And this is what we took for granted. Little did we realize whatgwork you did and what sacrifices you bore-in si- lence and unheralded. It must have been hard to go on, day in, day out, year after year, teaching what had long since become monotonous. And then not to be thanked- But we know and understand now. We are older, and, having shared a little re- sponsibility in our Senior year, we have come to realize what you have done for us. And we are grateful. We say it humbly because words cannot express what we now feel. We can only say that we will show our gratitude in continual prayers and the empty longing for the sound of your clicking beads. SUPPLICATION Dear Lord, help! It's hard being a Freshman. Everything is so strange and some Are so unfeeling that- Well, if tears sh-ould come, Be patient Lord I'll try. It's Sophomore now. But, dear Lord, just how Is an angle trisected? Couldn't Physics be passable And Cicero comprehendable just a little? Dear Lord, help! It's hard being a Senior. Leaving Memorial, friends, some Fond memories, that- Well, if tears should come, Be patient Lord. MARY PTEEKS, '40, 1 To Trembling Hands So much has been said about the Seniors. We Lower Seniors have stood silently by in the shadows watching-knowing that it will be our fate some day, in the near future. But at present, we are occupied with but one thought-that of filling the gap- Next term, new classes will occupy the front seats in the auditorium, we new Sen- iors, to the utter exasperatio-n of the Fresh- men, will miraculously gain admission to the lunch counter, we, too, shall be in a dither over the Commencement Iss.ue, rings, and Class Day. But what shall we be like? Will the faces smiling out from a future issue of the LAUREL have as wide a range of achievements to look back upon as you have? Will we co-ntinue to uphold the dignity of our position with your charac- teristic ease and grace? You have made such grand strides. You have appeared as victors in numerous com- petitions, you have been so original, you have made us all a little prouder of our school, and your footsteps will be difficult to follow. Remember that, if our hands tremble a little as we accept the torch. And, in accepting it, we hope that we will keep it burning as brightly as ever and hold it just as high-perhaps a little higher. Glnnhnlvnrva The sympathies of the Faculty and Students are extended to Sister Alida upon the recent loss of her Mother. PATCHWORK Patchwork has been fun. In fact, it's been my favorite assignment, nosing around school for odd bits of news, re- membering things, and printing them. There are so many things to remember: A Freshman-at the first Assembly, Helen King giving the Crusaders' Pledge . . . her never-ending fascination . . . skim- ming around corners to walk in back of her. A Sophomore-a polo coat and a casual felt hat . . . being mistaken for a Senior . . . trying to find out what the story of Marie O'Conno-r and the India Ink meant . . . never quite getting it straight. A Junior-The Youth Campaign . . . discovering who Shirley Dolan really was . . . endless coupons . . . bidding go-od- bye to graduates . . . realizing that only too soon- A Senior-magic word, open sesame to life . . . good-bye to Memorial . . . hold- ing every moment dear . . . knowing that it would never come again . . . our own An- gela Poveromo giving the Crusaders' Pledge in the first Assembly. The Washington trip-memories that will last forever . . . the Capitol Dome from the balco-ny of the Congressional Li- brary . . . one white star in back of it . . . the realization that God has been good to America . . . consideration of life, and a KKTHOUGHT7, Dear God, You're sitting on a hill, As it were, Watching The scurrying, worrying Mortals Down below Trying to climb up th-e sides. Our lives are such a Tangle. Don't You, In Your Infinite Wisdom, Sometimes Want terribly to reach Your Finger Down, And push us into place? The cherry blossoms at the Tidal Basin . . . the major operation on Virginia Fox's foot . . . returning all too soon to the train . . . trying to c-ope with a forkful of peas and a curve . . . longing for the pro-verbial knife and honey . . . Brooklyn. Memorial again . . . the Glee Club co-n- test . . . the play . . . the final curtain and a few quiet tears . . . field day . . . exams and terror . . . the boat ride . . . Class Day . . . laughter at the awards, catches in our laughter . . . flutter of white gowns . . . the auditorium, veiled in a mist of tears . . . a crackle of white paper . . . 'fThis is a certify that- and so, good-bye.
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, 1940 r act, it'5 nosing fws, re- them, aber: sembly, Pledge . skim- Jack of casual Senior tory of meant 1... .ly was I go-od- rt only 1me to . hold- ig that vvn An- Pledge 5 that Dome ial Li- it . . . ood to and a Basin -Foxls e trafn f peas 'erbial 1 con- n and exams 5 Day nes in is . . . tears f'This fe. JUNE, 1940 LAUREL I PAGE 3 EILEEN RILEY She .has a marvelous capacity for old jokes, loves dogs and doesnlt mind telling you about them, and has been everybody's right arm on the Staff since we can re- member. Way back when Eileen was a wide-eyed cub in the Exchange Department, her calm ability and aptitude for writing came to the fore. Climbing out from among the mail bags, she delved into the book- shelves and for two terms acted as re- viewer in the post of Literary Editor. Ceaseless work and acknowledged worth rewarded her with the Associate Editor- ship, her crowning achievement. For one so- small, she accomplished much, being here, there, and everywhere in rapid succession. Her readiness to help was never patronizing and that is why we liked her so much. Altogether, her laughter at trouble and cares will bring her to mind whenever we think of the nicest things in Memorial. MARY HART We, the survivors, feel it our solemn duty to expound the virtues, faults and otherwise of the scholastically deceased. Therefore, suppressing all lumps in our throats, tears in our eyes, quivers of our lips and so forth, we shall attempt to do justice to one Mary Hart as she stands before our tribunal. The first item-that of virtues-finds us with an abundance of incriminating accusations against this 'fLaurelite. She was cheerful-always so cheerful-and her every look and action was embodied in the starchiness of vigor. Her manner was breezy and definite as she swept in and out of the LAUREL Room on the offi- cial Business of Circulation Manager. And this business was accomplished in the most orderly manner. Mary was all Hart. Often did she step out of her capacity as Manager to aid a disheveled Staff, and so we can't help beaming with pride and satisfaction at her now. Of her faults we have no material. Of otherwise -we wish to say that Mary was tall, dark, sylphishly slim, de- lightfully blue-eyed and an ardent Dodger fan. SO FAST! fContinued from page 1, column 12 Mater more than ever . . . envious ffor the first timej of the Freshman . . . wish- ing the four years ahead were ours . . . excited about the rings . . . dreading the first sight of our pictures . . . whirling through weeks of exams, measurements and rehearsals . . . relinquishing the locks after three years of memorizing . . . Class Day . . . prophecies and remembrances . . . a sad farewell to faculty and 'students . . . a tear, a regretful good-bye . . . itls all over-the years go by so fast! MARY O'TooLE, '40, ROSEMARY CHRISTMANN She is so- different-so utterly different -from her strange green eyes to her il- legible scrawl. She loves to read and, as she herself says of books, she 'fteethed on themf' Rosemary has even dabbled in free verse-nay more than dabbled. We have enjoyed immensely the tidbits of poetry which she has reeled off in the odd- est places-English class, lunch, soda fountain. We call it genius and the green eyes laugh. But it isnlt only poetry she writes. The three terms she has spent o-n the LAUREL Staff as Exchange, Activities, and Feature Editor have witnessed extraordinary abil- ity. The column f'Patchworkll is her spe- cialty and a part of her. Those little knick-knacks displayed lively observation, pleasing individuality, and superior per- spective. No wonder we call her the Duchess, But for all her regal dignity, we have never found Rosemary more striking than when sitting on a park bench ,mid a cluster of pigeons gently coaxing them to accept her peanuts. Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. -WORDSWORTH. Life stood at its witching hour, pierc- ing sun cut splinters in dewy shadows, pouting buds parted lips to greet the day, moist leaves glistened and trembled as the wind skipped in and out. It was the fourth spring I had stood thus-there in the Gardens-and felt that tremor of unspeakable joy. I, an onlooker of the panorama of Naturels awakening, seemed an intruder and I scarcely dared to breathe lest I should frighten the flowers, the dew, and the breeze and they should flee in haste with all their beauty never to appear to mortal eyes again. But a pigeon hobbled saucily across my path cocking an inquisitive eye at so early a visitor and I felt at liberty to follow its peculiar gait down the soft, earthy road. The sun was gaining footho-ld rapidly as I reached the cherry blossoms. They fluttered there so delicately pink and, as I drew near to the archway, my heart was filled not with an overwhelming, awe with which I first viewed them but rather with the sensation of the renewal of delicious joy-for this was my fourth spring. I moved slowly for fear they would pass too rapidly. They were over my head now, and on either side. Little splotches of sun reached down and spotted me and the ground. The air was sprayed with fragrance, the world was quiet. Green grass shot upward, clean blue shone above, the breeze was cool in my hair. The beauty swelled my breast and I shut my eyes from it to bury my face in the blossoms hanging low. They were soft, smooth, fragrant. God, can there bc a war in Europe? Presenting- THE EDITOR That's not a sunbeam riding the crest of a wave. That's our red-headed Editor carried into the LAUREL Room by a ripple of her own laughter. Immediately voices clamor, Madame Editor, is this front page news?l', Madame Editor, how many words are in this article?H, f'Frannie, this whole thing has to be rewritten. It's terriblef' Madame Editor invariably ploughs through the collection of harassed Staff members, plunks her books on the desk, and grins a satisfied grin at her audience. Then things begin to happen. Frances is a happy-go-lucky sort of person. She joined the Glee Club, but when told she had to sing alone, she ran away and never went back. Her sojourn in the Tennis Club was equally as brief. As a member of the French Club, her lo- quacity amazed the muter members. She was also a leader in the Clean Literature Campaign. But the LAUREL-ah, it's there that she shines. In the sixth term she became a Staff member, creating a new Editorship fActivityJ, making a huge success of it. Small wonder that she was chosen to be Assistant Editor. Then at the beginning of her eighth term, she reached for the last rung and found it, becoming the Editor-in-Chief. As an Editor, Frances has proven her worth. Her ability to write is marveled at by all and sundry. And she has a unique way of meeting trouble. She just pretends it isn't there and the next time she looks, it usually isn't. Working with Fran, we've found out a lot about her. We know she likes to sit at a desk piled high with papers. C'Well, it makes me lo-ok busylllj She loves Viennese waltzes, books, and sliding down bannisters. It's been grand knowing her, Now that it is time to part, we can only hope that her life will be as serene and clear as the blue eyes that look at it.
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