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

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A Can You imagine Betty Cloke six feet tall? A. M. Dlugokinski without an armful of books? Mary Ruth Dunn not treating? R. M. Garczynski not smiling? Frances Hadden with her assignments incomplete? Cecilia Holleran without a giggle? Madlyn Mclnerney not being Queen ? Agnes O'Herron shouting? Mary O'Leary in perpetual silence? Jean Reidy weighing 200 pounds? Madeline Ruddick without her bicycle? Doris Schmidt on time? Elizabeth Sullivan speaking French? Frank Bonsignore unhappy? Thomas Burke working in a study? Joseph Curran without an answer? Robert Ervin disagreeable? Edward Gill getting up at 6 o'clock? Richard Lagonegro reading Shakespeare? Frank Maloney idle? James McGrann out of trouble 'Z ' A David Shay not reading a book? Peter Shields upset? Daniel Sullivan studious? James Sullivan not singing? F TWENTY-FIVE MORE PERFECT SENIORS THAN THE CLASS OF '42? Cneither can web -Frances Hadden '42 C' Tlzese 1942 Seniors! Such unusual seniors - Every one so very different - Never a dull moment, for they 're Intelligent, energetic, enthusiastic. Obscure destines they will fulfill, Remembering their teachers' friendly advice. Success awaits them all, we hope ' -Anna Marie Dlugokinski '42 V T h e 1 9 4 2 E 0 H o Page Thirty-Four V ..S- ' -..lx A

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Gn Getting Up ln The Morning Never is the thought Life is real, life is earnest so impressed upon man as in the early A. Mfs. Never does anything seem so real, so earnest, in other words, such a terrible job as the task that blitzkriegs you when the alarm rings and you think - I've got to get up - now. Speaking purely from a technical point of view, the situation is acute. You are suffering - admit it - from a psychological attack of predestined fatigue Cdogus tiredus.J The idea preys upon you - tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow I shall have to get up when the clock goes ling a ling, brrring kong kong kong brr ladle ladle ladle ladle. You mutter to yourself, yea - - - a veritable Macbeth f- that doth murder sleep! Even at work when you are deep in the nation's problems, you find yourself drawing miniature alarm clocks on your scratch pad. Snoozing to catch up on lost sleep, you dream that a fat. alarm clock, with a sneer on his face, tells you just to try not getting up and he 'll ring earlier tomorrow and give you the works. You threaten to take this two-timer apart but he gives you a blow that sets your head reeling - before your eyes he goes on day- light saving time and you lose another hour! lVhen you trudge home, you think that now you will sleep. But time seems to race. So quickly do the hours fly that at three in the morning you unconsciously open one eye to see if the clock is planning any sabotage. You actually long for the alarm to go off so that you can get up and shake the Hdaylights out of it. The cheery song of that radio man, Get up, get out, and meet the sun halfway, has all the hollowness of a death chant to you. There must be a remedy, of course. Persuade the subconscious reaction of the psyche - ? There is a better way. NVhy not abolish all alarm clocks? No ear-piercing shriek at five, no cursed reveille! Let us be liberated from this antiquated custom by a constitutional amendment. After all, our an- cestors killed oi their enemies so that they could get a good night 's sleep in peace. Write your congressman now. Provision for such a sleep should be added to the common law. Then you can put a. sign over the bed - habeas corpus -later, close your eyes tranquilly- to sleep, perchance' to dream. 0 sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! Agnes 0 'Herron '42 The 1942 ECHO Page Th11tySm: