Elmira Catholic High School - Victorian Yearbook (Elmira, NY)

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Elmira Catholic High School Annual MOVIE LAND Francis Karski .... Raymond Marks .... Marie Lagonegro . .. Ann Gerrity .... Mary Reidy .... Mary E. johnson .... Andrew Kruckow .. Bias Palange ...... Edward Murphy .... Margaret Sheehan Margaret Shields .. lidwina Clune Margaret Burns . Betty Brown james Kessing john Guthrie ...... lidward Lagonegro . Bernard Reilly .... joseph Nolan ..... Catherine Smith .. Irene Sowa ...... XYinifred Mashinic .. liva David ....... lidward O'Connell james Coughlin ..... Frederick Battersby .. Mary Doran ......... Frederick Brickwedde Regina O'Donnell ..... Florence jensen james Owen .... Gloria Cronin .. Zane Helm ....... Helen O'Herron Thomas Finnell .. lValdo Longwell .. joan Osborne Victor Norton .... Agnes johnson ...... Francis Shortsleeve NYilliam McGill . . . Pinky Tomlin Gene Raymond .. . . . Alice Faye . . . . Zasu Pitts . . . Sybil jason jane Darwell Spanky . . . . . . George Raft D Q i Margaret Sullivan Step 'n Fetchit .. Simone Simon Rosalind Russell .. . . Una Merkel . . .. Gracie Allen .. jackie Cooper . . . . . john Qualen james Stewart .. Robert Taylor . . . . Tom Brown . . . jean Parker .. janet Gaynor .. Marie XYilson .. Lupe Velez . .. Nelson Fddy . . . Gary Cooper . Mickey Rooney . . Lyda Roberts XYallace Berry lidna Mae Oliver . . . . Sonja Henji .. Buster Crabbe .. Norma Shearer Mischa Auer .. Mary Pickford .... XYill Rogers .. Douglas Scott . . . Luise Ranier . .. Roscoe Karns Marie Uressler i Victor McLaughlin Andy Devine Margaret Shields, Irene Sowa '39 OUR PRINCESS Each little girl has her princess, A beautiful lady in One who will wave For the little girl's The Blessed Virgin For she is beautiful, She will answer all And give us all the white, her magic wand, delight. should be our Princess, indeed, our prayers, help we need. i691 - Mary Reidy '39

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Elmira Catholic High School Annual ls it not proof that Communism has allies in America, when the Ameri- can Teacher's Association se11t 55000, and the National Ladies Garment NVorkers sent S100,000 to Spain to aid in the light for Communism? Hun- dreds of our people are joining a Communistic league under the name of the C. I. O. It promotes the same plan used in Russia, in Mexico, and in Spain before the bloody uprisings there. XYill we allow America to become a prison-a place where freedom is a forgotten word? No, of course not, but what are we going to do. Oh! what can we do? y Did you forget that your most powerful defense is prayerg your strongest shield-the rosaryg and your most dangerous weapon-the Hail Mary? Come let us iight to keep our Church. Let us fight to keep America Iirst and always-the land of the free. - Margaret Shields '39 tThis essay won seventh place in the Catholic Boy essay contest on Communismj. .T. ?.-. AN APOLOGY, SIR! You told him he was impolite, And only should be chewed at night, XYhen there's no one round to see just how noisy he can be. He has sent me in defense Hefs really not so very dense. You just appear to be dumb, Don't you, Mister Chewing Gum? m. . -,. Margaret Sheehan '39 HUNTING Early to bed and early to rise, To catch a bunny of giant size, Out we go into the dusk- VVhat will the day have in store for us? XVe tramp for hours without a shot And start to look for a better spot, The day grows longer and we grow tired, But still not a shot has even been fired, The dog has been working with all his might, Hoping a rabbit will come in sight, All of a sudden he lets out a howl Followed out by a very deep growl, XYe both were alert for we knew what it meant, The hound had Finally picked up a scent, In a Hash we spread out in hopes of a shot So we could show the game we cot , The scent gets hot, and the dog cries, And the hunter looks with straining eyes, Up goes the gun and off goes the safe, And out comes the bunny leading the raceg XYham! goes the gun-Ouch! squeals the rabbit, Hoo-ray! shouts the hunter and runs up to grab it, Up comes his partner feeling bad, Because of the one he should have had. Bernard Reilly '39 l63l

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Elmira Catholic High School Annual RUDE AWAKENING! 1+ VVe had just passed over the brow of Indian Hill, one of the worst in the vicinity, when the trouble began. I had been in high and wanted to shift to second, but the clutch gave way with a low crunch. By this time the car was going at a great rate, so I jammed on the brake. It refused to hold. I had not been alarmed when the clutch gave way, but when the brake did not catch, I broke out into a cold sweat. INC were now making about sixty-five miles per hour. The lights were brilliant, and there was no traffic, so I negotiated the first curve safely. Similarly, I took the second curve safely, though by a very slender margin. Similarly, I took the second straight highway, a hair-pin turn with a bank on one side and a fifty foot embankment on the other. Wfe nearly made the third curve, but danger loomed in the form of a motor-cycle. I whirled the wheel with all the strength of my wrists. Dan and I vainly tried to jump from the car-the next instant, going at eighty miles an hour, we plunged over the embankment. I heard the crash. I was conscious of Hying through the air, and then--. Wlhen I came to my senses once more, I was among some brushwood on the side of the ravine. A man was standing beside me-joe Hartley, a fellow whom I had known at school many years before. VVhat a crack-up! I grinned, painfully, INhat an awful smash ! He nodded and smiled. I was unable to move, but my senses were very alert. I saw a little group of people and heard their hushed voices. They were taking no notice of me, but were very busy around the remains of the car. Suddenly, I heard a cry of pain. The engine is on him. Take it easy, exclaimed a voice. It's only my leg, said another, whom I recognized as Dan. 'WVhere's Jim ? he cried. Here I am, I answered, but he apparently did not hear 1ne. They were pausing before some one who lay in front of the wreck of the car. A Joe laid his hand upon my shoulder, and his touch made me feel light and happy in spite of all. No pain F he asked. ' None, I replied. There never is, said he. And, suddenly I remembered! VVhy Joe had surely died in a train wreck. Joel I cried-and the words seemed to stifle me- VVhy, joe-you're dead! He gazed at me with the same old smile. So are you! he answered. james Kessing '39 l70l