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

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Tun 1951 SILVER SANDS Voice hom the Grave ARY JANE had a very strange hobby for which she was often laughed at. You see, she liked to read the sayings on tombstones. She had the opportunity to do this often be- cause she always took the short way home through a cemetery. One day as she was going through the cemetery, she saw a tombstone which she had never seen before. Driven by curios- ity, she couldn't resist walking to the grave. On the stone was a picture of a man. Thinking aloud she exclaimed: How could anyone be so ugly! Much to her dismay, she heard a masculine voice agreeing with her. In her horror, the world began to swirl before her eyes. As she began to crumple to the ground, a pair of masculine arms enfolded her. Afraid to open her eyes and yet curious to see her imaginary ghost, she found herself looking into the eyes of a total stranger. The young man, very much By Juno Marla Hamska, '51 surprised at her behavior, remarked, I never thought my face and voice yvould scare anyone into fainting. After realizing what had happened, Mary Jane confessed that he was not the reason which caused her weakness. It was her silly idea that his voice belonged to the man pictured on the tombstone. After this brief explana- tion, both began to laugh at the strange happenings of a few minutes. Mary Jane found out that the young man was named Bill. She need no longer refer to him as The Voice. They dis- covered that they had one thing in common-Mary Jane liked to read tombstones, while Bill engraved them. Three months after their strange encounter, they exchanged marriage vows. Thinking back upon their meet- ing, they not only have a good laugh in store but also a very fascinating tale to tell. Sea .falls What secrets are held in the depths of the sea! If only the waters could speak! What mysteries might it tell me If I should dare to seek! ANNA GUINAN, '52 19

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TH: 1951 Srnvzn Sums There ith ells n By Ruth Krause, '51 HE PROFOUN D silence that enveloped Tiny's room was disturbed only by the ticking of the alarm clock. The ordinarily boisterous Tiny Mc- Shain was stretched across her bed surrounded by books. Now and then the creaking of the bed-springs could be heard as she reached down to turn the pages of the textbook which she held up with the aid of her toes, while her head was cradled in a pillow. This was certainly a feat, for Tiny was any- thing but nimbleg her name was more of a contradiction than a description, as could be attested to by any member of the F. G. I. f Fat Girls' Institutej. All who belong to this organization know the plight of an overweight teen-age girl. It seems to follow in steps-from chubby, to plump, to hefty, to just plain fat! And Tiny was a member. She was at that stage that when she Illusfrafoql-Ly Lillian Klfewska, '51