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

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THE 1951 S1x.vr-:R SANDS WHAT DOES IT ME AN T0 GRADUA TE? By Mary Doogan, '51 Illustrated by Suzanne Mayor, '52 HE SUN streamed through Sue's window and it afforded just enough light for her to see in the dark corner of her room her school uniform. There it yvas, all ready for another year's wear. Sue remembered that day in june when she hurried home and discard- ing her emblem of gold, immediately sewed on a red one, the senior emblem of a red letter year. How fondly Sue dreamed about what her senior year would be. Now it was only a fading cloud of something that yvould never happen-not to Sue Crawford any- how. She tried to tell herself that it really didn't matter very much, but deep down in her own heart Sue knew it did. Last year Sue looked forward to her senior year highlighted by the gayety of the prom. She dreamed the ecstasy she would feel during the ring ceremony and the joy of donning the traditional red and white on Halla- han Day. She saw herself having her picture taken. In anticipation she visualized herself taking part in many of the happenings that she thought were very important. Still deep in thought, the girl was revived by her mother's voice calling her and she hurried down the stairs. You're home early today, Sue, said her mother. Did anything go wrong? No, Mother, things were just a little slow. As Sue turned, her mother could see that she had been crying. Does it really matter that much ? she inquired sympathetically. No, Mother, not really. And Sue darted up the stairs to her room. Lying across her bed, Sue finished her cry. Then she had an uncontrol- lable desire to try on her uniform. Looking down, she saw that the red in her emblem produced a shining new brilliance. She recalled how she loved to sing her Alma Mater, one line in particular: Let our lamp then outgleamf' What sort would she be if she let her lamp darken? As the words of the school song drifted through her memory, Sue saw the situation in a new light. Yes, she would miss the girls who had been her friends all through her school life. She'd miss, too, the thrill she got out of saying, I'm from Hallahanf' She could never make up for the joy of

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THE 1951 Srnvnn SANDS marching into Convention Hall on graduation day to receive her diploma. She remembered how Dad used to tell her how proud he would be when he heard her name called and saw his daughter receive her diploma. Every- thing had been planned for the big event. Sue had to force herself to realize it would never happen now. Dad had died, and Sue had left school at the beginning of the term to help support the family. She could never make one of his cherished dreams come true. But she knew he would understand as he looked down from heaven and saw her graduating from childhood into adulthood. Adults have to learn to meet and solve problems. And Sue Crawford would not fail. 'k 'A' i' RHUMBA RHYTHM URING MY SIXTEEN short years, I've had flairs for many things. But I think none were so un- successful as the time I wanted to dance the rhumba. My brother was the guiding force in that brainy idea. You see, he was getting married and was going to have the orchestra play some Latin-American music, mostly rhum- ba. I simply had to know how to rhumba! On the next Saturday, after Frank was married, the wedding party went to the photog'rapher's studio. My brother's best man was quite a dancer and an expert where the rhumba was concerned. In the waiting room there was a small phonograph. Leon sug- By Catherine Muniaf, '52 gested that we dance, and I suggested we do the rhumba. We glided across the floor like two birds-one looking like a proud peacock and the other like a silly goose. I was all feet. My rhumba ecstasy was over with the end of the ten-inch record. This first defeat didn't affect me. I still had the bug. Time after time I tried. Even my brother, who is very patient, had given up hope. Now the bug has long since gone and passed. I'm quite content to sit in the dark with the dog on my lap, watching television. Reason-some of the dance steps on the variety shows may give me new ideas on how to do that latest bug of mine-the Charleston!