Bishop McDonnell Memorial High School - Mitre Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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PAGE 6 L A U R E L JUNE, 1949 ff ff ff SENIOR CLASS LEADERS D W ff MARY JERAY Blessings on thee Mary jeray! Where would we be without you? If things became dull, they'd just be dull, that's all-no little schemes of mischief to burst on the gloom. If things became + difficult, no one to sail in and lend a helping hand, or a soothing smile, or some bright bit of optimism. Where there was trouble, the trouble would hang over, if you weren't always ready for it with a wealth of sym- pathy and encouragement. You were born with a special talent of being at the right place at the right time. just keep it. It will Win you friends out- side, as it has done here. It will bring you confidence, the love and admiration of others. just keepon smiling, and you'll be the brightness of many dark days ahead. just be happy yourself and see how many others will be happy because of you. Always, Mary, just be yourself. MARY O'TOOLE Have you met Mary O'Toole-all around girl, chaser of blues, perfect friend and our beloved class prexy ? If not, here's a clue. If you should run into an at- tractive brunette miss, .4 with azure eyes and mag- L netic smile, you'll know you have the lady in question. Further- more, she's apt to be wearing a halo 'round her head. For four years we've admired and re- vered Mary and now she stands trium- phant on her presidential pedestal. She was our consolation and kindred spirit in times of algebraic atrocities, artistic di- lemmas, geometric nightmares, Pascal's Law troubles, ohms, amperes and 'fwhat have youf, But seriously, we expect great things of Mary. She wants to be an in- terior decorator. Already she has planned a sunken living room with a bookcase en- closed in glass Cso you wonlt have to dust the booksj. She dotes on horses, Mars' bars, ice h-ockey, raising one eyebrow and French Cquelle fillelj. And now, the inevitable good-bye. We'll miss the twinkle in her very blue eyes, the twinkle that won friendship in Me- morial. We'll miss the comradeship, the comradeship of a true 'fpali' but we know that the future will find her gladdening other hearts as she did our own. VERONICA T. BROWN When we were eager, frightened Freshmen just beginning the first of our four years at Memorial, we met Ronnie who crept into the heart of each and everyone of us. 1 Gladly we welcomed .Q f 5 1. 2 S her because her ever- ready willingness to help a fellow student, her unaffected charm and prettiness were irresistible. Her capability has been heraldediby her four terms as class President and her sparkling person- ality is rivaled only by her sweetness. Both faculty and student body have learned to love her and will miss her pleasant smile but in years to come, when Memorial is but a beautiful memory of the past to us, we will often stop and think of her-our own Ronnie whose every act of kindness is a carved image on the scroll of our memories. MARY BISDALE Mary is, undisputedly, Memorial's most popular Senior, and anyone who knows Mary, can under- stand why. Bis' in- gratfating grin alone would endear her to even the hardest heart. But it A goes deeper than that. Her apparently happy-go- lucky outer self goes hand-in-hand with a sense of responsibility and Unoblesse oblige. Any favor asked of Bis is sure to be granted, to the utmost of her ability. Besides being a class leader, Bis', is a leader in the field of sports. She has long been a familiar figure on the basketball court and hockey field. Well, it's june already, Bis, and time to leave. But we're not worried about you. Go through the rest of your life just the way you went through Memorial, and you'll come out on top. if 'A 5 . EILEEN SUTHERLAND We wish we c-ould find an appropriate quotation -one from one of the great masters - to de- cribe Eileen. But we have searched in vain. Not even the great mas- ters could capture her sheer niceness and put it - ' down on paper. f'The Ideal Girl is a hard title to live up to, but without a moment's hesitation, we give it to Eileen. Since her first day in Memorial, she's been making friends, and her presence in any group assures a good time. As Eileen has been Class President four times, it was only fitting that she be chosen for the last and highest office, that of Senior Class President, and chosen unanimously. She's been a good Presi- dent, we thank her and will remember her for it. But more than that, we'll remem- ber the warm friendliness in her gray green eyes, and her smile-quite the sweetest welve ever seen. ANNA MAE HAGENS There is nothing like a friendly smile, ahkind word, a helping hand to set things right. And there's n-o one who fills the bill like our own Anna Mae. With an en- gaging wit, a generous me A A heart, she's become the leader, the adviser, and the confidante of the girls of 201. With sincerity, kindness and tact she has man- aged to gather around her a host of friends, whose faith and trust are surren- dered to her as their President. And who better than Anna Mae co-uld perform her duties cheerfully, loyally, and efficiently? Who would work so tirelessly and persistently for the good of her class? responsibilities so Who would take on willingly? We owe all this, and more, to her. As grand as our girls are, she tops them all, So we have to say farewell. But in parting, our wish is a fervent prayer that if she is ever in sore need of a friend, she'll find one as true and encouraging as she has been to usp and that God will bless her, HS She justly deserves His blessing. WHEN WE WERE FROSH fContinued from page 1, column 21 panic flooded our hearts. Wouldn't you know thereld be a fire on our first day in high school? There was everyone rushing out laughing while we sat glued t-o the seats with terror. We were perplexed but so relieved to find our fears unfounded, .and, seated once more in the official, we proceeded to press a complete plan of Me- morial into our already overflowing brains. The next day lockers were explored, and, really! we couldn't even fit our' school bags in. Where were the dressing rooms for gym? The fifteen-minute periods were exciting and we conscientiously copied down our places in each class and the fire exit for each room. The UP and HDOWNW stairs were rather helpful once We gf21Sped the idea, but a large 2 or 3 really would have been appreciated to show us which floor we were reaching. We. listened sk-eptically to the tales of aquatic highlights in the fifth-floor swim- ming pool and indignantly refused to pay a dime for the use of the roof garden after school. Parting ourselves proudly on the back for this shrewdness, we took the I fcvfliimled on page 23, column 11

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1940 so we I: could flying Station ger to -necku nrrival, ibrary, iinated dea of Ih hon- every aching 'round en of hrough ack in Litho- lid, the e were iarded. to our d into ' heads s were led for Tomb great- 'Y POS' ron to 1, lived bything igh we frame. cherry ument. led out sternly luntless Whose melan- eft side lt from his ex- had to re sight ney to Hence 'er and fine of Fran- re be- ry are roam- oomy, ll por- le ter- 's sur- rr the e day e-odd Regin- Paul were SYm' was a JUNE, 1940 LAUREL PAGE 5 Redheads On Parade Though blondes may glory in their bril- liant halo, and brunettes be content with dark flowing tresses, it seems that the red- heads have their fingers in a comparatively large number of pies. And if they get in trouble, they can always blame it on their hair. Of course, they are vulnerable. An ex- pressive ffHi Red starts the mercury rising, and a volcanic erruption often re- sults. Thatls why they're dangerous and it is from behind locked doors that we fling a tentative f'Hi Redl' at: Mary Bisdale of the Hockey Varsity. Bis has the twinklingest eyes, busiest manner and the nicest flick of her skirt as she rounds the corner at sixty per. Where you were, Bis was, where you are, Bis is, where you will be-guess who! She's the reason why the little man who isn't there doesn't have to be. None the less prominent, and not en- tirely because of hair, is Margaret Crown. This President of the Glee Club, pianist and organist is awarded as a parting gift, a wreath of high do's never to be worn atop her flaming glory. Another in Memorial's blazing crop is Lorraine Slingland, veteran of the foreign wars, engaged in as the Inquiring LAUREL Reporter. While on the subject of our school paper, now is the time for intro- ducing Madame Editor, Frances McDon- ald. tAside from the LAUREL Room: Take a bow, Simon J. Two members of Memorial's R. Q. are also prominent in blazing a path in the I. Q. field-Virginia Fox and Gertrude Callaghan of the Bureau of Investigation in Education. Atlas Gaynor and Marie Gruninger, carrot-tops of the Commercial Department, are ready and willing to up and at the business world. The M. U. A. took on added color this term with the advent of Eugenia Schroeder as President. Kath- leen Smyth, whose fingers glide gracefully over piano and test tube, is among the pick of the crop. For four years an able Thespian, Ver- onica Laughlin has made her presence felt through the electrifying effect of her tresses and her performances. Among the gayest smiles in our halls is that of Ger- aldine Croft, also of flaming youth. And paradoxically, serenity is possessed by Eileen La Prenta and Marie Mark- samer. Red-headed senioritas may not be found in Spain, but Mary Gallaghan has been captivated by the thoughts of roses in pearly teeth, lace mantillas and tore- adors. Last in this parade of redheads, but, proverbially and otherwise, not least, is Grace Cox. And as the last strains of these notes die away, we leave you. P. S.-All you above-mentioned red- heads may form a single line outside room 201 to take turns in annihilating the orig- inator of this brilliant idea, Doreen Hardy. After all the suits for libel have been thrust upon Doreen we can guarantee that she'll be in the red for a while. ECHDING YEARS Many a footfall is heavyg many a foot- fall is light as legions travel the well-worn path that is Eastern Parkway. Through the brisk fall, the chilly win- ter, the balmy spring, and the broiling summer, crowds of Memorialites stream along the Parkway. Freshmen tear along at break-neck speed, a dreaded late slip haunting their minds and adding to the weight of those necessary school-bags. Lagging a bit, the Sophomores follow, minus the school-bags, until thoughts of undone Geometry prod them into a mild sprint. Then a junior dawdles by. Is that o-minous green tome a third-year Latin book? Ah, yes! Cicero has the floor. Time marches on. But wait! Here comes a Senior. Without books? Oh, I beg your pardon. That is another one of tho-se grass-hued volumes, isn't it? The same one? No, it's somewhat thicker, Fourth year Latin. Virgil has his say. And at the end of the trail stands a monument of Catholicity, our Alma Mater, towards which is directed the steady tramp, tramp, tramp. And even now, as we leave that marching column, we hear ech-oes in the distant years as the Ntramp, tramp, tramp, goes on. EILEEN M. SUTHERLAND, !4O. UDS AND DUWNS Exits Nos. 1, 2, 3, 4, Memorial High School, June, 1940. To HTHOSE WE LovE'l: Why, oh why, are there s-0 many radi- cals in this world? Do signs marked UP and DOVVN mean nothing more than just: Do as you please? Itls so confusing to me. I never know quite which way I'm headed myself. Often have I pondered upon the uselessness of laws and labels. Memorialites spend their school days rushing frantically to basketball practice and lunch or sauntering sedately to a Math or Latin class. Damage to my im- maculate shirt fro-nt always impends and often results. tMy laundresses are ex- cellent, my dears. You really must try them.j In support of weary bodies, my arms are always extended. Must you con- stantly scratch my limbs with those rough school-bags? Will you forever chip my new coat of nail p-olish with those awk- ward rulers? When I'm freshly laundered, who pelts me with papers and spots me with ink? With a sigh, my bosom heaves in agony and a student suddenly finds herself gro-veling at my feet, instead of standing on her own. Revenge is sweet! Although my trials and tribulations out- number my comforts and consolations, somehow I feel that I'm worth the soap it takes to polish me. There must be someone somewhere, who, some day, will in some way remember me. Your obedient servant, THE STAIRS. EILEEN M. SUTHERLAND. Being Photographed and How Not to Do It We, as Seniors, feel it our duty to inform you about an experience which you, too, will be f-orced to undergo when you reach this exaltedt ?j stage. You may think that our existence is just a bowl of cherries, but sometimes itls more like cherry smash! Had we only known the ropes in the art of being photographed! But at least we are considerate enough to think of you even though we are floating away in the tears shed over our own pictures. So here goes. First of all, don't spend the night before the Big Day in front of the mirror trying to affect various poses and expressions. That sophisticated arched eyebrow looks like a question mark when photographed and that Hsavoir faire smile like a stage- fright grin. If you've walked around for four years with your hair long style, then leave it that way. Becoming glamorous overnight with an up-do never works and, anyway, it generally rains. Speaking of rain, we also advise yo-u to bring implements for curl persuasion. You may look like a tin soldier and people may stare, but donlt mind. You are going to have your picture taken. tEven the Faculty is indulgent if you explain. Anyway, you're a Senior.D Th-ose drapes you see about our necks were for the purpose of uniformity and grace. However, we think they ought to be wrapped tighter around some necks- especially those who wear turtle-neck sweaters on that day. Use a little com- mon sense. As to the actual photography- 'fPut on your face sparingly. This is no time to look like an Indian. As you sit down, hold your knees. That gener- ally helps to- prevent them from knocking. Then look at the photographer. He'll grin at you, go through a series of antics with bulbs and lenses, and tell you to look here and there. Do just as he says, even though you think you look better with your nose tilted that way. He's the photographer and he knows. The click mean youlre done and as you wobble out, don't trip over the wire! Turning the Tables If we had had mustaches, We would have twirled them with greater elegance and we would have grinned more mali- ciously than any theatrical villain ever did, for we felt justly triumphant as we surrounded Lorraine Slingland and bom- barded her with questions. Lorraine is the creator of THEY SAY, the inquiring reporter column. f'What have you done in your four years? That started something, for it seems that Lorraine is a veritable Jack Horner. She has done everything from writing po- etry to cheering on the Cheer Squad. She worked in the Hawthorne Room sang in 1 ns fC0Vlfin1l0d 011 page 23, column Zj

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1940 D I d find vtation if the o de- t we vain. mas- e her put it o live Lation, at day iends, ires a t four ie be 1, that :hosen Presi- er her :mem- green 'eetest g like -kind nd to And 3 fills own in en- ierous e the , and With man- rst of urren- could J, and alessly class? es so ire, to e tops ut in ' that she'll 5 she bless ag. or 3 show es of rvim- PHY len y on the JUNE, 1940 LAUREL PAGE 7 'Session CLASS ' . was M. . , . f gk . K f fh- ar ,fun 1 i f iv 5 ,f f f Q f 51 f sk, f I f fx' fl ff f f Z ADINOLFI, MARIE C. ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST Vice-President of Class, Italian Club, S. S. L. Hunter-Teacher Our Alma Mater is sure to grieve To see a girl like Marie leave. ALVAREZ, MARY T. P. S. 29 Secretarial Club, S. S. L., M. U. A. Office Work A girl whose golden friendship will make you wealthy. ANDERSON, PHOEBE V. HOLY CRoss French Club, Science Club, S. S. L. Brooklyn-Nursing She's sincere and ever so sweet, The kind of a friend we all like to meet, To know and to love. ARNHEITER, ,IOSEPHINE T. OUR LADY OF SORROXYS Glee Club, Secretarial Club, S S L Secretary Her smiling face Her laugh so gay Make you love her more each day. ARNHEITER. JULIE M. OUR LADY or SoRRows S. S. L., Secretarial Club, Secretary A girl in a millioI1. with eyes and laughter radiating per- sonality. ASHLEY, AUDREY E. ST. ANSELRI Secretarial Club Private Secretary A combination of grace, charm and poise makes Audrey a truly modern girl. ATTRIDGE, ANNA J. ST. CLEMENT Secretarial Club, Class Basket- ball Court Stenographer Smiling. cheerful, always de- pendable, Nothing about her that is not commendable. BACH, LAURICE R. ST. SYLVESTER Italian Club Business Charming, vivacious, witty and ZHY, . . She's an ideal girl we all can say. 'O' cacluate june no I ky, 'Ke ! Q X . , If . le .Sw-' if , 1. fgxak v I BAKER, ROSEMARY R. SS. JOACHIM AND ANN Spanish Club, S. S. L., Class Basketball Nursing Such a swell disposition You rarely will find. To sum it all up there's but one of her kind. BARCLAY, CONSTANCE T. ST. JOSEPH French Club, Science Club, Catholic Literary Club Lawyer HTrusty, dusky, vivid, true, Eyes of brown and bramble dew, Connie's sweet and very sin- cere, We hope she'll be successful in her career. BECKER, DOROTHY A. ST. GERARD BIAJELLA Science Club, Catholic Action, German Club Nursing A cheery smile and sparkling wit, . Always sure to make a hit. BENNETT, MARY E. ST. PATRICK Music Appreciation . Private Secretary Refreshing as the morning, Delightful as the day, You couldn't find a brighter smile. ,Cause Mary's always Lgay. BERNARD, GERALDINE P. ST. PATRICK Spanish Club, Shield Air Hostess Her dancing Irish eyes are jewels that herald her spark- ling personality and charm. BISDALE, MARY M. ST. CATHERINE or ALEXANDRIA President of Class, Basketball Varsity, Hockey Varsity Her loyalty and fun-loving spirit have made her a favor- ite with students and fac- ulty alike. BOLAND, DOLORES T. ST. EPHREM Captain of Hockey Varsity, Basketball Varsity, S. S. L. Court Stenographer She's dark, she's sweet, she's witty, she's wise, She's vivacious and versatile, my, Bo's a prize! BONAGURA, PHILOMENA M. OUR LADY or LOURDES Italian Club, Catholic Action, Shield I-Iunter--Italian Teacher Gay, friendly and sincere with the quickness of an alert mind. , IHCLH v rf, F, .1 ,gf ,V , V' kt A , r W Vg, . 'f , as ,. 75 , fs .. 4 ':: 1 X f 7.1 t f .. ,,, rs, X ,ff , fs- .5 fVS! I A O ' X s 'wi A eg, N we X 5 , N . i x N ff N I,.,,5s.., 596109 999.55 ' BOURBEAU. MARJORIE P. ST. BDNEDICT JosDPH Tennis Secretary Margie is quiet, but she'll surely win For she is a Frenchman with an Irish1nan's grin. BOUTHELLIER, GLORIA A. ST. 'BONIFACE Orchestra, Art Club, Glee Club Art School Nice to look at and still nicer to know, Glory makes friends wherever she goes. BRADY, KATHLEEN C. ST. GERARD IWAJELLA Student Council, Laurel Rep., Library Page Nurse's Training I Attractive, vivacious, light- hearted and gay, . We hope that our Kay-remains ever that way. ' BRADY. VERONICA C. HoLY ROSARY Libfqfy Page, Music Appreci- ation, Student Council Business School A better ,friend could not be found ' If you were to search the whole world round. BRAY, ETHEL A. OUR LADY or Goon COUNSEL . Secretarial Club, Student ' Council, Crusade Secretary With lovely hair she's quite a treat, As a friend shels hard to beat. BRENNAN, MARY J. HOLY FAMILY , Secretarial Club Secretary Friendship is a treasure ' That we all esteem And Mary is the treasure-house That guards it like a dream. BRIERLEY, MARY F. ST. GREGORY French Club Brooklyn College A fun-loving lass, good natured and true, Deserving of friendship, Mary -thatls you. BRODERICK, RUTH A. BLESSED SACRAMENT Albertus Magnus Science Club, Student Council, M. U. A. Columbia University-Nursing Along with being pretty and vivacious, Sonny has person- ality plus from Alpha to Omega.