Catholic High School For Girls - Silver Sands Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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S0 DEAR TO OUR HEARTS ARB THE SCENES OF OUR CHILDHOOD! A. Barbara Coane, Elizabeth Cavanaugh, Anna V. Daly, Ioan Maggioncalda, Dorothy Webb, seniors all, show this is true, since fond recollection prompts their essays. Barbara and Elizabeth are newcomers to the pages of SILVER SANDS but Dorothy, who last year delighted us with an essay called Shopping with Mama, returns this time with Life with Papa. PRECIOUS, TOO, are Sophomore! Whimsies and the contributions of the Junior poets, Catherine Harmer and Rita Colbert. The former also shows skill in her story, The Fan. DEAR TO OUR HEARTS should prove the work of editor Marion J. Morris, who as a. junior was voted the most popular writer in her class. She is here again with the old gaiety in Merry Christmas, Santa. That wistful streak in her turns up in There Will Be Time, while the editor goes poetic in the lyric, M ary's H ands. DEAR TO ALL HEARTS are stories. Do read, then, Right to a Tee, by Geraldine Crowthers, and Looe Thy Neighbor, by Loretta Tortella, Geraldine knows her golf, but Loretta knows a universal language-love. For something with senior sophistication read Joan Donohue's Now It Is S prfing or Catherine Moylan's Not in the Blueprint. SO DEAR TO OUR HEARTS are the experiences, the memories, and the bits of inspirations captured here! Treasured, too, will be the message oi one who has not forgotten this school, the scene of her girlhood. Sister Patricia Marie's editorial will challenge all who hold religion dear to the heart. COVER Photograph of Our Lady of Hailakan from an oil painting by two former Hallahaa students, Margaret Zonaerle, '43 and Irene Tolos-ky, '43. ' 5

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Stories Now II' Is SPRING............ MERRY CHRISTMAS, SANTA l '. . . ......MarianJ.Morris,'49...... ...Joan M. Donohue, '49 ..... 8 14 THE FAN .................... .... C atherine Hormer, '50 ....... .... 3 0 RIGHT 'ro A Tas' ............ .... G eraldine Crowthers, '50 ..... .... 4 2 RIDING HIGH ....... .... D arothy DePierri, '49 ....... .... 48 THR OLD Loon' ........ .... D orothy Bergbauer, '49 ...... .... 5 0 LOVE THY NEIGHBOR ...... .... L oretta Tortello, '50 ....... .... 6 0 Nor IN THE BLUEPRIN1! ..... .... C atherine Moylan, '49 ..... .... 66 Essays GAIIRII-:L AND I ' ..................... Josephine Thomas, '49 ..... .... 6 THE INSIDE STORY' ................. Agnes Kopinka, '49 ...... .... 1 0 IN THE SI-IADow or HAILAHAN ...... A. Barbara Coane, '49 ..... .... 1 7 LIFE wrrn PAPA' ................... Dorothy M. Webb, '49 ..... ..., 1 9 TURN 'rm-: ALBUM' ................. Anno V. Daly, '49 ....... .... 38 Features INKLINGS . . . ................ Wno WAIX WITH CHRIS-I-.... Poetry SOPHOMORE WHIMSIES' . . . MARY'S HANDS' IN MARY'S Anus' .. ...., LATE NOVEMBER . ........ . . . OF SEASONS, Tm: QUEEN. . . . ILLUSTRATED' Staff Marion I. Morris, '49 .......... ....Sistef Patricia Marie, 36 .....Marion.l.Marr-Lv,'49...... 31 .....Kathleen Gibbons, '49..... 61 .....Joan Lynch, '49......... 65 .. ............Editor ASSISTANT EDITORS Dorothy Bergbauer, '49 Patricia Corkery, '49 Anna V. Daly, '49 Joan M. Donohue, '49 Agnes Kapinka, '49 Dorothy M. Webb, '49 Catherine Harmer, '50 Loretta Tortella, '49 Eileen McCloskey, '50 ART STAFF Josephine Baker, '49 Geraldine Krick, '49 Margaret Geopfrich, '49 Published twice during the school year by the students of the John W. Hallahan Catholic Girls' High School, at Nineteenth and Wood Streets, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. 4

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Taz 1949 Sn.vn Slums By Josophlno Thomas, '49 MUSIC HATH charms to soothe the savage beast, but not civil- ized people, judging from the reaction of my friends. When I try to con- verse in the universal language with my trumpet, a grand rush for the door is the result. Why does my appearance over the weekend with a trumpet signal preparation for a two- day Reign of Terror? Well, when auditioned for the music department I chose an instrument, beautiful in the hands of the archangel Gabriel, but tympanic mayhem in mine. Since my freshman year, the demand for absorbent cotton for ear-stuffing pur- poses has increased unbelievably at our corner drugstore. Total evacua- tion of the neighborhood begins on Friday night when I come with my trumpet. Even my family joins in these treks. By the way, for obvious reasons, my favorite themesong is I Walk Alone and favorite program The Lone Ranger. I have been asked by the hastily assembled S.P.C.E. CSociety for the Prevention of Cruelty to Eardrumsj to take up a quieter form of the fine arts. It seems they prefer chamber music in which strings are the featured members. Housewives have tried bribery in the interest of young infants whose slumber is disturbed by an ill-timed clarion call. They conveniently for- get the sleepless nights I've spent dis- turbed by ill-timed baby wails. I've also been offered the newest new look , the ever-stylish straitjacket. But wait, the outcome is not a total loss. People who have not spoken for years gather to berate me soundly. See? The end can sometimes justify the means. In our section the Bogie Man has been abolished. Doting parents simply tell their offsprings to be good or they might grow up to be trumpet players like that Thomas girl. Thus they curb juvenile delinquency, ninety-nine percent of the time, with- out the aid of legend. Other musi- cians fno trumpetersj have sprung up to drown me out by numerical com- petition, but with true Hallahan spirit I defiantly blow my top. One lady even said I was her Purgatory on earth and that she expected to go straight to heaven. When she gets there she's going to see if angels with flutes can't reawaken the sleeping world on judgment Day. She doesn't like trumpets. fNow is the time to see Mr. Petrillo about a celestial job., They laughed at Thomas Edison 3 he was right. They scorned Fultong he proved his scolfers false. Columbus was ridiculed but we of today know that the world is round. Now people are laughing at me and-ahem. But one question still haunts me. Did Harry james go through this?