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

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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

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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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HHS, 'U 7-C2145 O what a debt of gratitude we owe To you dear Teachers here below For all your loving care! You have taught our childish lips to And by example day by day Showed us the narrow upward way To the path of virtue fair. DTCIY You have made our school a loving home With peace and love beneath its dome And joy the world cant give. Our youthful feet you ve gently lead To seek the true and living Bread Gods flesh and Blood divine. We shall always remember you dear Sisters With love and services as our Teachers And gratitude sincere. And when you have passed from earth away Before God's throne, we'll ever pray That you may reach the heavenly clay And rest close to the Sacred Heart. -Germaine Wille A PRINCE OF PEACE FINDS REST Risers . . f 't f 1. 1. .N , . . l I . . . . . H By the Reverend Francis C. Young A sombre silence born of deepest love Enshrouds the world and breathes to God above: Embrace to Thy Sweet Heart and welcome Home The heart that broke beneath St. Peter's dome. As Vicar of the Christ with love for all His prayerful plea for peace was heaven's call. Since He sought peace to bless us all, dear Lord. As Prince of Peace, let peace be his reward. This beautiful tribute to the late Holy Father, Pius XI. has won the hearts of the American people. through the media of the radio and press. both secular and religious. Every line of this small poem, from the pen of an internationally known poet-priest. is laden with the genuineness of America's sorrow at the loss of our Supreme Pontiff. Page Twenty -One