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

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PAGE 4 LAUREL JANUARY, 1942 onnef on Qjoufl. Give them their dreams-resplendant, fine and free, Seek not to still or quench their laughter 833'- Theirs is a song that time will snatch away As time stops every lovely melody. O, never question youth, or make them see- They know so well what you would strive to say: That youth's short hour is but a golden day Untouched by vision of reality. O, let them build their castles in the air And let them conquer worlds beyond the moon For youth will end when hope is crushed. Its tune Is silent then that once had been so fair. So soon the touch of time will turn to mold These fantasies. And youth will then grow Old ---- CAROL YoUNo, f42. The French Orphans Listen my children and you shall hear, of the very sad plight of our four years. CW hat an attempt at sublime poetry! J We were the French group, 'ftres francais and very mistreated. We were the women without an official class, we were the paper strewn to the winds. We were dis- tributed so often we made ttThe Man Without a Countryl' look insignificant. In spite of everything, we survived and are here to relate our story. For French read- ers it is a Utriste histoiref' We may have had our rebellious mo- ments but we always had Kathryn Liddy to help us 'ftoe the mark. Then there were: Irene Dolan with her accuracy, and Eileen Costello with her rapid diction, Eileen Donohue, with her forgetfulness to remember, and Eileen McCarthy, the most interrogated member of 'fNotre Classef! Muriel Dorff with her honeyed phrases and Helen Litts with the voice made just for French songs, can never fade from memory. Though we loved them all, Kathleen Cassidy, a particular 'fjeune f1lle, received our deepest respect, for she gave to the French class a certain vitality, a definite zest. Her translations were a frolic for students, but good sports as were she and her companions, jean Carroll and Barbara Byrns-in the very best French manner, they grinned and bore it. So if we never should see romantic France with her magnificent cathedrals of Notre Dame, Chartres, Amiens and Rheims or the France of History with Les In- valides, le Louvre or the Eiffel Tower, we shall at least have had a glimpse of a great brave land, where even in the dust of con- querors she still stands proud and beauti- ful. France cannot die as long as her lan- guage and customs reign. Here in Amer- ica, forty-five young, American girls have indeed taken France to their hearts. CCorztin1zed on page 5, column 25 Ilinllmn the Eeahrrz May we presentg Senior Presidents? First meet Mary Murphy. Mary holds the unique honor of having been elected President eight succes- sive terms. Her mag- netically gay personal- ity, her ready wit and her beautiful voice combine to make her Memorial's most popular Senior. Naturally you num- ber among your ac- quaintances Susanne Maccari. More than once her name has soared to the top of the honor roll. But out- side of being a con- scientious student, Susanne has a delight- fully charming manner that insures her future success. Few graduates pos- sess that easy, ef- fortless grace so very typical of our Alice Downey. She is the type person whom you like instinctively and instantly because of her obvious good na- ture. Hers is a warm friendliness that her classmates find quite irresistible. V lg Ti. A Margaret McCauley will, of course, always be associated in our minds with music and the Memorial orches- tra which was one of her outstanding inter- ests during high school. She is noted for her ability to co-operate and for her spirit of combined good humor and sweetness. Kathryn Liddy is an individual who has cer- tain charm-vivacious, yet calm, merry, yet serious, surprising, yet practical. Her school work has always been outstanding, as has her popularity among her classmates who cannot help but notice and appreciate her many fine qualities. Marilyn Hoelf , ' last of the Se:.if S' A 'f Presidents. Sh bursts with energ, , merriment and enthus- iasm - an enthusiasm that is happily con- tagious. Her 'rk eyes sparkle .th animation when she talks-some- thing she does very often. gexlefniewn Ah that I might be again seventeenlv So raves the poet and on raves the dream: ffWhen life's lovely joys are delightful and bright And love is the sunshine that follows the nightfl A is A t'Well you may wish, says the lad who is young, UT o go once again to the dead past among Friends long departed and days long ago When life was all pleasure with never a woe. wr :k :ef But have you forgotten the flaws in your dream? All was not rosy as first it did seem- Remember the sorrowful partings, the strife, The tears and the struggles and failings of life? wk 11: :xc Pleasures are earned at a cost much too dear When you are facing your seventeenth year. wk A we Heed these wise words that the young man has said Be glad and rejoice that you're sixty in- stead! RITA DEINHARDT, '42. And Genny Dreams 011 September, 1941 Let the meeting come to order, Ladies! After due consideration we have been chosen for the truly meritorious positions of HLAUREL Circulatorsf' In this capacity we must assume a serious contemplation of our responsibilities, or do I frighten you? At any rate we are now floor man- agers and it is our job to cleverly bring the orders in and cheerfully distribute the papers. Easy? Or am I wrong again? Well girls, you know your jobs. Use tact, use personality, use anything but brutal- ity, but bring in the money and Weill help make our LAUREL a real success! Go to it! Meeting's adjourned. January, 1942 Well-here we are again-f'kinda fee- ble and gray, but alive and triumphant. It wasn't half the job we thought it would be, was it? Why, instead of begging for the orders as we thought we'd have to, we were swamped by eager classes fight- ing to obtain a coveted 100 per cent pay- mer-t an the LAUREL! It's been a busy year tdies-but now our job is finished and 'hen we receive that rolled white dip' ma certifying our loyalty and success we will have resigned our positions. Oth- ers will follow and to them may we pro- pose Good Luck and Success. And thus do we adjourn-for the last time. GENEVIEVE REILLY, '42.

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Typical Memorialite ................ Sally Dowd JANUARY, 1942 LAUREL PAGE Q . . Through The Air With The Greatest OF Ease Four years ago, years that apparently flew like the wind, I set out on my first airplane trip. I didn't know whether I'd succeed or not, perhaps I would have to turn back. I was tto put it lightlyj petrified. But we did not turn back, and during the four-year course involved in journey- ing from the First to the Eighth term, the seventy-eight pilots explained to me, as well as to the other 323 passengers, that there was absolutely no cause for alarm- for we had one of the most famous Catho- lic ace-pilots, and we had boarded one of America's foremost Catholic planes-the Memorial I tried ever so hard to make myself as small as possible, so that the pilots might have more space in which to operate the controls. Ah! But I had forgotten the objective of the ship-co-operative work. And so, along with my fellow passengers, I did my part to keep the Memorial aloft. We hung suspended over the First and Second terms for some time, perhaps a year. I sat tight, no shrimp ever had as many wrinkles as I, my back assumed the characteristics of a closed concertina. Up ahead the cloud labeled f'Algebra Regentsn loomed jeeringly. I had an opportunity to review my entire past life as we neared the cloud-my good deeds, of which there were few, my misdeeds, of which there were many. I wondered if I would be missed at home should the Algebra cloud decide not to let me pass. Then one of the pilots noticed that the time-clock registered 1939. We began, therefore, to cruise above the Sophomore Year. It occurred to me to win the re- spect of the pilots by appearing confident. So I forced myself to peer over the side of the ship. The earth was dropping away so fast-proposition No. Z, proposition No. 38, proposition No. 51. f'Smile-keep a grin on your face! my unconscious self kept repeating. I couldn't have closed my mouth had I wanted to. Finally by bow- ing my head I shut my jaws. Ouch, there was Caesar playing again-whacking me in the face with my chin strap. The plane sped along faster and faster, and at last that everlasting pest, Julius, departed. We began our third year of flight. The Pitman family had a little frolic with their father, Isaac. They ad- vanced to the front of the plane-and every time one of those tiny shaded figures struck me, I shuddered. That was about all there appeared to be in the fiight for me . . . huddles, shrinks and shudders. Bump! A slight jar! Airpockets! We had dropped, or shall I say had risen, to our Seniority! The machine was intact. Good old machine! Nice old Memorial! Suddenly I relaxed. A feeling of delight- ful content surged through me. We were approaching Graduation. The absolute futility I had felt at the outset receded fContinued on page 19, column 21 If Catherine S chustef' Q,efQeiWe 'T il we meet again, Catherine Schuster, we will remember your casual air of in- formality, your lilting laughter that echoed and re-echoed so often through our Laurel Room 5 the rhythmic grace of your dance steps. We think there will be a strange emptiness here when you leave. It isn't only your spirit of generosity, your persist- ance or your genial hospitality-so perfect for putting 'fCubs at their ease. It's something much deeper than that-an in- defrnable, a lovable quality-we call it Shush. Carol Young, remember ye old year 1941, when on the tenth of December you hesitantly mounted the stairs leading to Memorial's stage and delivered a speech on your favorite topic, the LAUREL. Again, remember a dusk-filled auditorium and your rendition of the old and the new, the haunting refrainsg your hastily scribbled sketches, your magic poetry, your rambling chatter. Orator, pianist, artist, poetess, Carol-you leave us breathless. Mary Lynch, we consider you and 'fDriftwood,' synonymous-the very es- sence of expression and originality. Light laughter rippling from the fountain of youth enhanced your every movement with an effortless grace which we found de- lightful. You are the bundle of energy which proves that aged maxim Good things come in small packages. Genevieve Reilly, your spirited friendli- ness and constant merriment will provide you with some of life's most useful equip- ment. Practical' you are and generous- almost to a fault. Yours is a friendship that will always be valued, for it has im- parted to us, its willing recipients, a glow of beauty so warm, it will neither falter and a truthfulness so deep, it will last for- ever. 'Til we meet again, Laurelitesg the im- pressions you have made in our hearts and on our memories will remain. Your Choice For 1 Most Likely to Succeed .... Genevieve Reilly Most Popular .................... Mary Murphy Most School Spirit ...... Catherine Schuster Most Attractive .......... Most Talented ...... Best Actress ....... Perfect Lady .............. Best Dancer ....... Best Artist ...... Best Pianist ....... Best Singer ......... Most Brilliant ...... Most Sophisticated Perfect Secretary . Champ Typist ...... Most Wit ........ Catherine Kelly Carol Young Dolores Sheehan Anna Marie Collins .. Bernadette Kelly Marian Leahy Teresa Sumptef Mary Murphy Justine Jones Marie Corbett Irene Grassman . ...... Isabelle De Mita Angela Mignano Best Athlete .................... Louise Sheehan Orchestra .................................... Mr. T. D. Song .......... Piano Concerto B Flat Minor Favorite Book .... Keys of the Kingdom Radio Program ........................ Bob Hope Singers ...... Bob Eberly, Helen OlConnell Moving Picture .... Blossoms in the Dust Actress ............. ................. B ette Davis Actor ..... ...... S pencer Tracy They fro hdzjenf ,mggrf UDeath's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God. On June 8th, in our Senior year, Magda- lena Braun was called to the Court of God, as a representative of our class, leaving behind memories that will linger through the years. Her pleasant words, her cheer- ful smile, and her willing offers to assist, endeared her to all who had the unforget- table pleasure of her acquaintance. During this, our last Semester, Christ beckoned to Regina Smith and joyously she answered Him. We, who are left here, mourn her departure, we revere her mem- ory. Even now she is supremely jubilant near her Master's throne because she glo- riously triumphed over death and arrived ffhomef' A silent tribute for these honor gradu- ates springs from the hearts of the gradu- ation class of February, 1942, as we pre- pare to embark on a new phase of lifels journey. We sincerely trust that our be- loved classmates 'fhave been brought far from the shadow of exile to the bright home of Heaven, where Christ and His Blessed Mother have woven for them a crown of unending blissfl

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fn! JANUARY,1942 LAUREL PAGE S Driftwood By Mary Lynch Let's think back four years and remem- ber. Surely you remember. You couldn't forget. 1938-1939 Remember you as a Freshman? You knew very little about popular music but you didn't know you didn't know. You had a permanent that was a little too short and a little too curly and you experi- mented with Tangee-Q'fBe yourself g be natural. J if Chartreuse was THE color that season. You hated it and wore it con- stantly and thought you looked wonder- ful. To conquer the Big Apple was your aim in life, you learned it just as every- one else gave it up. You always did your homework and told your friends you were going to fail simply everything and you got on the honor roll. 1939-1940 This was the year of Indian Summerv and Deep Purple. By this time you knew your orchestras and you idolized Tommy Dorsey. You had a page boy that looked as if it had taken hours to achieve and probably had. Elizabeth Arden's Sky Blue Pink was your method of cap- turing glamour. What's that? Why, of course, you were glamorous. YOU were a Sophomore, practically a Senior. You called yourself a Jitterbug and thought you were just crazy about the Lindy. Your family thought you were merely crazy. 1940-1941 You sang 'fFrenesi and Health, Wealth and Love. You liked Vaughn Monroe but Jimmy Dorsey jumped to first place on your hit parade. The pageboy was replaced by a long Howing bob and you used Irresistiblel' now. You saw Wuthering Heightsv and talked about it for days. You read Terry and the Pi- rates faithfully. You did the Conga so much you were saying one, two, three, kick, in your sleep. You loved the Conga, you loved Memorial, you loved living. 1941-1942 Senior year-most Wonderful of all but so short. You imitated Helen O'C0nnell to no one's satisfaction but your own, and you did the smoothest Peabody. You wore Don juan's newest color creation and braided your hair, after showing it to your friends you probably Hde-braided it-'fbut quick. Afternoons in Judd's you dran' cokes and discussed the superl' .ves for hours at a time. You lisff f and talked a lot more sr-E' -or' although thf' much Ti Advertisement. CCOntinued on page 20, column 35 LAWIQENCE IQETUIQNS T0 THE SCENE DE TI-1E CIQIAKE A timid knock reached our ears less than a fortnight ago and only that the wall was an able support, we surely would have suc- cumbed. Before us stood a dusty, ragged stranger-a wee bit of manhood. Look- ing closer-we discerned not a stranger but foh, horrorsj our Lawrence. With tears streaming down our cheeks, we ush- ered him into our sanctum and pressed him with numerous questions. Wearily he waved us aside and slumped into a chair. It was then we unbelievingly discovered he was carrying a tray, and buried in inches of dust we saw a moulded apple, signs of pretzels and a soda bottle whose contents had evaporated Qremnants of our orders of October, 19415. Realizing that Lawrence would tell all' in good time Csince Law- rence has a way with himj, we watched our man of the LAUREL room while he slept 'round the clock. Then his eyelids ilickered and he sat upright, he stretched himself and after giving us his famous Lawrence smile, he began- DEAR LAURELITES-On that fateful afternoon in October as I was returning from market, I suddenly was possessed with a great desire to wander, to go be- yond the first floor, to discover the numer- ous unexplored niches in Memorial. Braz- enly I passed your door and trudged up the flights of stairs and found I was being drawn magnetically into a tiny room Ceven I had to stoop to enterj. As I passed the threshold of this room, the lock clicked behind and I realized I was imprisoned. My only consolation was a small crack in the door which proved my only source of information in the months to come. From this moment on, I sat with my ear glued to the door in the hope that I might receive some inkling of your progress. I heard about your gallant efforts to obtain Senior buttons and your securing of them, about your colorful hued crew hats, the early arrival of your rings, the Prepsters, play, fWhat a Life,' and the correspondence be- tween 'the F. A.' and the cast, Memorial's drama, 'Elizabeth the Queenfg of the Christmas tableaug the Senior assemblies, the award assembly and lastly the Com- mencement Issue. When I discovered how long I had been disarranged in that two by four space, how much I had missed-I beat my fists on the door until I was heard and -well, here I am, worn and tired-but eager to offer the class of ,42 my sincere congratulations! PHE FR. JRPHANS f ,Continued ,fw-11 . column JD But 've P+ 1l1an the word were one, we were Breslin to Walsh we row, divide we must. To .. i....rmur low, Mau revoir, -U our successors shout aloud: The words 'French,' 'uistribc -on' and fFriendshipl are not closely allied, accord- H As They Pass in Refoziefw The war is over-the war on examina- tions and pet subjects, the nightmare of failures and the ever present burden of 'fmust be donel' assignments. Yes, the fighting is finished. And now that its 'fall quiet on the western front we can look back and see who were really the heroines during our four years, siege. We can reminisce and realize who the valiant in- dividuals were who not only performed the necessary tasks laid out for them but who also plunged themselves into the well of extra-curricular activities and emerged with recognition of distinguished service. Among the notables, Margaret Mc- Cauley and Catherine Walsh take up resi- dence not only for their commendable con- tributions to the orchestra, but also for having been at heart- true Memorial- ites. Josephine Barrett and Carol Young, two of the champion C. A. L. C. bookworms, did their bit to help discern golden litera- ture from that which merely glitters. Gloria Edwards, our own Math Presi- dent, takes her place among the numerical bright lights while Alice Ahearns and Anna Martin, two amiable students with a Ger- manic twist to their tongues, hold their own position in the hall of fame. Not to be outdone Mary McGee and Annunciata Balsamo rushed to the fore with the Italian Club banner in evidence, closely pursued by the French Club Cru- saders - Eileen Costello and Genevieve Reilly. Popular Betty Quinn and Marilyn Hoek strove nobly to uphold the standards of the Spanish Club-an effort facilitated by their inexhaustible capacity for energy and merriment. Heading Memorial's indispensable or- ganization, the M, U. A., were Jane Debus and Annamarie Collins, both worthy of commendation for their unselfish efforts during their Senior year. Much concerned with the welfare of the student body, and in return much consid- ered by the student body are Regina Mc- Grath and Margaret Murray, who headed the ranks of the S. S. L. Faithful is the word for Margaretha Oetheimer, Glee Club President, who has been a member of that musical group for eight terms. Vivacious is the word for Phyllis Vary, Vice-President with musical talent. The girls with the twinkling toes who lead our Sienese Secretarial Club are Vir- ginia Maclary and Bernadette Kelly, two of our dancingest Seniors. These are-these were our leaders. What will the future hold for them? Over what roads will it carry them? There is only left for us the extension to them of our hope that their zeal for activity may never falter and that there will always be emblazoned on their hearts the red badge of courage. ing to Webster, but in Memorial they are one and the same! LORRAINE CASSIN, BIARIAN DELANEY, '42,