Blessed Sacrament Academy - Silva Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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M4 SENIORS Seniors ..... They are angels in truth, a demon in fiction .... A senior's the greatest of all contradiction: They're afraid of a cockroach, the're scream at a mouse, But they'll tackle a Iunior as big as a house. They'll take us for better, they'll take us for worse: They'll split our heads open and then be our nurse: : And when we are well and can get out of bed, They'll pick up a book and throw it at our head. They're faithful, deceitful, keen sighted and blind, They're crafty, they're simple, they're cruel, they're kind, They'11 lift us up, they'll cast us down, They'll make us their heroine, their ruler, their clown. We fancy they're this but, we find out that they're that, For they'll play like a kitten and fight like a cat. In the morning they will, in the evening they Won't, And we're always expecting they will but they won't. The Iuniors. Page Nineteen B583 Lk C I U 'L W . C C C I I C C I I O l U C I C

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J. Class H1StOIY The pioneer days of the present '39ers were thosee of the Freshmen year. amidst new and surprising surroundings and peoples. we stood on the bottom step looking up at the one goal which all of us would strive to accomplish, knowing we would stumble ever so often, encouraged however, by the thought that one day we would reach the top. Little time was taken to become acquainted with one another, for we were soon known as the friendly class , and began to win notice from our upper class- men. Just when we were beginning to feel proud and important, our Public Enemy No. 1 namely the Juniorsj had to come forth with their old tradition of initiating. Scared stiff, and trying every means to avoid it, finally we acknow- ledged this tradition with dull apprehension. Our memories will never fail us in remembering this day! We could not be stopped however, from out-doing the other classes in our studies and socials. Some real leaders and eager followers were among us Freshies! With the return of another year, we filed into the classroom as the Happy Sophomores . With a whole summer's vacation behind us we were filled with brilliant ideas that had to be cast aside. since our program was studded with new sub- jects-Algebra, Ancient History and Spanish. COf all thingslj We were puzzled by these startling subjects that our spirits were somewhat dampened before the year even began. Knowing something had to be done, we unanimously adopted this motto: When you've reached the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on . From then we toed the chalk line . As Juniors we had only one thought in mind, We initiate the Freshies . What a grand affair we wanted this to be, And what joy we did get in seeing the newly acquired Freshies run when they saw us, We expanded under this exercised power, becoming the Cruel Juniors , and believe it or not we actually liked this terrible name of ours and laughed over the whole matter. English became our favorite class and Shakespeare our one and only . We drifted through The Tempest and The Merchant of Venice hoping against hope that maybe some day we might be a credit to our teacher. Now we are Seniors waiting on the topmost step for the signal to go forward when we graduate, for we find that there are other steps to climb before we can reach that bridge of eternal life. Our minds are centered on thoughts of the future, still we try to show bv good example and work that the one thing in life is the . N performance of our duties. We have made a Senior compact called the Compact of 39 , wherein we proclaimed ourselves everlasting friends and boosters of our be- loved Alma Mater: helpers and advisors to our under-graduates and steadfast partn- ers to one another. Wistfully we look back at all our little mistakes and triumphs and our hearts ache when we realize the happy days that composed our four years of high school are gone. We are standing at the end of the trail and are looking back at what has been the happiest journey of our lives. It is with reluctance that we say good-bye to our Alma Mater and take the other road that leads into the world. With love in our hearts we bid farewell to Reverend Mother, to B. S. A., and the dear Sisters who have helped us win our goal, and our parting resolution is to go forth, always keeping as our life compass, the standards of our Alma Mater. Beatrice Duffin '39 Page Eighteen

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Jll-15 'Z' Our Campus Is there in all the world, anything that one loves more than the untouched beauty of Nature? I am sure there cannot be, for in it we find the sublime and awe-inspiring work of the great Author and Creator of all true splendor. This is especially true of our dear old Alma Mater wherein a certain peaceful atmosphere is found, shutting out all the evil surroundings of a too modern world. On entering our Academy campus, one is attracted by the fifteen-acre plot. adorned with various kinds of trees, shrubs. flowers and pretty hedges here and there. Noise and unsettled condition are not heard or seen, for the location of our school 4 some distance from the dangers of the city life. Due to the exclusiveness of this site, a full view of our modern Academy is not discernable from the main road, hence a greater amount of privacy is obtained. A long curved drive leads to the entrance of the school and on all sides there are vast and spacious grounds, with lovely flower be-decked paths leading to un- expected benches covered by vines of fragrant Queen's Crown. Such paths also lead to the main attraction of the land, the Grotto of Our Blessed Lady, which the students and visitors can never resist visiting. Many a petition has been heard in answer to prayers said there. Near this grotto. only a small distance away, is the river which we so often frequent. Hours and hours have been spent there in dreaming, reading and in rollicking fun. What more could we demand of Nature to complete this scene of beauty and grandeur? On the East side of the building we find the playground which is well fitted with modern equipment for play conveniences. Thus surrounded by this ever developing and inspiring work of God, our souls are enobled with refined culture of lasting endurance, To our minds are I 0 9 ff TIT? ' rags if . S O C . . O I O I A Page Twenty conveyed indelible impressions, whereby we draw courage to shun the common and the profane-the base and the sinful. We are, may I add, proud and thankful for this glorious beauty that so lavishly surrounds our dear Alma Mater. -Margaret Smith , f s uma