Elizabeth Seton High School - Clipper Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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T- My-1 rj A T ju-rv:q,? I f e r-w'S o QT 9 ?-ez ' mil. J s 'mlb 'll 3. 4 ly, 'J C ' 2 sg 1444 0 - - 61446144562 . el - ,- lj? It was unpretentious when we entered it, this school built high on the hill. Q In 1942, our freshman year, the building wasn't yet pointed, and Room 3 was N ' just evolving into a commercial department. . ' But the spirit was there, full of fresh vigor and drive, the Seton Spirit. It was contagious! No one tried to name it . . . we just loved being a part of it. Li Our sophomore year rang bright with talk of a new addition to the build- , 4 ing. The present one was filled to the rafters. Someday, we will build, Sister l Regina Clare said. Not this year or next, perhaps, but someday . . . 3 Bustling as juniors was a new experience. The school had now grown to four classes, and we cheered the news that it was accredited. Room 8, or the 4 gym, where we resorted for after-school dancinge-remember?-had been converted into a science laboratory. The Seton chapters of the National Forensic 2 League, the Quill and Scroll, and the National Honor Society were born. The 1 PA. system sponsored its initial broadcast. September of '45 was unique. We tested our new senior wings and enjoyed T the experiment. Life was adventurous, new possibilities and experiences turn- , bled over one another. So much living goes into a successful senior year. Ours E was glorious: it ended much too soon. We are scattered now, by time and distance. But neither years nor space can blot out the thought expressed in one of our class songs: In your heart, you bear a treasure: memories of Seton High! y 4 .S

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has-.vai s f hsfsbt emazfefx of Jie C!d.4.4 of fQ45 CEM? We were privileged to be the pioneers. Ours was the first class to be grad- uated from Elizabeth Seton High School. We remember . . . the classes that were interrupted by the hammers of the workmen . . . typing in a room still piled with boxes and crates . . . eagerly examining the barrel of books donated to the library . . . joining in debates with other schools, the friendly arguments on Should 18-year-olds be allowed to vote . . . the first day we wore our uniforms. How proud we were of the brown and white . . . The Christmas play at De Paul when the Glee Club wore their maroon and gold gowns for the first time . . . the Christmas dinner in the gym Cnow the chemistry labl, exchanging of gifts and carol-singing . . . the Valentine dance that has become a tradition . . . our first May Crowning with the Queen and her attendants, and the rest of us forming a living rosary. The shadow of war covered our school years, but we remember the rosa- ries we said for our loved ones overseas, and the gold stars on the Honor Roll outside the chapel. The Mass on Ianuary 4 in honor of Mother Seton, Benediction each week, the daily prayers for the beatification of Mother Seton . . . events that are a tradition now at Elizabeth Seton, we, the pioneers, remember doing the first time! GRD The Class of '45 pays prayerful tribute to the memory of Virginia Byrne lVlcCreary who entered into eternal life lune 13, l948. May she rest in peace. l --'

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97 it 78 It ttf tt, ji QI, te j 4 .t, - I QL Cin, 0 ,417 CW!! Wax Cliff . Ci? No, Iunior, you musn't scribble in that book. You see, it's a very special book. It's mother's Clipper '47! Why, it seems like only yesterday that we seniors of '47 insisted on grad- uation in white caps and gowns. White, we pleaded, looked so regal, so out- standing! How could we know this simple basic color came in so many different shades and tones? And has it been six years since I heard a Setonian make the immortal intro- duction . . . . . and now, we'll have a few words from Father Haber? I often think what a gigantic vocabulary Father must have had to be able to compact his speeches into a few words. We always thought Father Haber belonged to our class in a special way, because he raised us from scared, young freshies all the way through Christian Social Principles. We also had the distinction of being Seton's war babies, at least that is the name Sister Regina Clare gave us. Due to material conservation during the war, our freshman class had official permission to wear short-sleeved blouses. It's amazing how those blouses just never did wear out-we were still war babies in Iune of '47. Would life at Seton have been so happy without Sister Regina Clare? And I wonder how interesting Ivanhoe would have been without her artistic stickmen riding gallantly into battle on their stalwart stick- horses! Can I ever forget the piece d' resistance of It's A Ming-Minerva, the odd girl, meticulously cleaning her glasses in the second act! Minerva's glasses were rather extraordinary fand so was Minervalg they didn't have any lens, just frames. Why is Mother drying her eyes? Because, Iunior, just a 'few words' re- called just a few happy memories about my class of '47. I r