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

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0:1 Jlid Mellle Here we stand on the threshold of graduation-perhaps planning to enter college. That reminds me of a story about a young man who wanted to go to college, but his father hesitated, because we wasnlt sure whether his son was reliable enough. Suddenly, one day he made his decision. He called his son to him and said: '4Son, I'll send you to college. Afterward I'll give you 35,000 and set you up in business if you can prove your reliability by not losing a hair from this fur coat. The son agreed, so he went merrily off to college. The first year was very successful. Every night he took the coat out, laid it on his bed and carefully counted every hair. At the end of the first year, all hairs were still accounted for. The second year he counted the hairs only every other night. But, at the end of that year, the hairs were still all there. Then came his third year and he only counted the hairs now and then-perhaps only every other week, but that year slipped by, and the coat still had all its hairs. During his fourth year he counted the hairs only a few times. Ilowever, the night before graduation, he counted the hairs, and they were all there. The following night he graduated. He came rushing back to his room, and went to his closet to get the coat. He swung open the door and what do you think he saw? There hung the coat without one single hair on it. It was terrible! IIorrible! Wliat had happened? Then he looked around and what do you think he saw? Down in the corner of the closet he saw a tiny little moth licking his chops-evidently having just had a good meal. You! he shouted, 'ADO you know what you have done? Then he told him the story of the trouble he had caused. The moth felt sorry for what he had done and he began to cry. DID YOU EVER SEE A MOTH BANVL? John Patrick Kerwan 144, gaaewell Our schools days are fading, dear ECHS, And the time welll be with thee has grown less and less. Thy face looks more gracious, thy hallway more spacious- With the sun in the west, we leave room for the rest. In our lazy years we have hailed thee with jeers, But now as we leave thee our eyes till with tears. For we 're sorry Cpoor mortalslb for smashing thy portals, And for doing thee wrong, as by stealing thy gong. In thy classes we've muttered, thy storeroom we 've cluttered With junk, and the desks in thy lunchroom we've buttered. Thy nuns we've annoyed and their wrath we've enjoyed, And so here I've depicted those wounds we 've inflicted. NVe're leaving thee now, but welre grieving-and how! Soon before the cruel world we'll be taking a bow. It's too bad that we've ailed thee-today we all hail thee! All our love will be thine, in our hearts thou wilt shine. Forever. Page Fifty-four

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Oh, oh! Here comes the principal with some other men. Must be someone in his class got it. Gee, that was nice. The teacher would be pleased. Sud- denly, he heard his name called and everybody cast envious glances at him. Dazed he got up and went to the front of the room. T'he principal beamed and the men pattd him on the head saying what a lucky boy he was. The principal went to the door and called. Then another man came in struggling with a silky brown bundle which he handed to Buddy. Buddy caught his breath, a dog! A real live dog! His eyes shone. Shyly, half-afraid, he reached out his hand. A pink tongue darted out and wrapped around his finger. Instantly Buddyls heart was lost in the upturned, brown eyes. He turned to the big smiling man, his face radiant. lVas he his, he asked eagerly, was he the prize. The big man said that since his wish for a dog sounded so sincere in his composition, they decided to give him a choice. A choice? Buddy was puzzled. The man nodded, he would choose between the dog and the money-the original prize. Oh'7, Buddy said in a small voice. The light went out of his eyes and his face lost its radiance. Ile looked at the little brown dog a long, long time. Carefully he handed him back to the man. HI'd rather have the money, please, if you donlt mind, he whispered. Buddy would always remember that look on his mother's face when he handed her the money. Therese Milliken '43 fed! We guage! When I was a freshman, I was literally trampled upon by my superiors. NVhen I bent over to get a drink of Water, a dozen or more Qplus Danny Cardoneb of the super- ior senior class placed me in my proper position at the end of the line. Naturally because of the superiority they took their fill of the water first. At present, I doubt if I could possible chop my way through the line of freshmen-even with a hatchet !-to get a few drops of water. They show no reverence for those noblest of God's creatures, the Seniors. How times have changed since my day! The freshmen of today do not know their place. They try to put them- selves on a level with the upperclassmen. It is really very annoying and shocking. VVhy, the other day at a local ice cream emporium fchez Rylll one of these incorrigibles dared to voice his opinion and actually disagreed with one of our very honored members, Francis Doran. It is hardly credible but true nevertheless. As freshmen, we received our education from the class of '39. That class used the soaking method. The education was poured in via the horse trough. The cold which we acquired froze this education into us and we still have it. Unfortunately the horse trough has been removed and what havoc has resulted! The freshmen have gone through the school year untamed, un- disciplined, Haunting their impudence-instead of being sweet, submissive creatures that one expects of first year students. It is a melancholy thought. I pause in dejection. R, Lewis Lisi '43 Page Fifty-three

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adench Glad an 1442 .gaaln Standing QLeft to Righty: John Kerwan, Bolton Terwilliger, William Connelly, Thomas Conne11y,Patsy Bonsignore, William Thomas, James Flynn, William Owen. Second Row: Mary Schaefer, Eleanor Maloney, Helen Kelley, Mary M. Weingart, Mary Wheeland. First Row: Mary Holleran, Claire McCarthy, Therese Richardson, Marie Lagonegro, Jeanette Manocchio, Therese Milliken. llgcaeen aicfe Remember the Day-We were Freshmen All that Money Can Buy-Defense Bond Suspicion-Vllho broke the Lab door? Confirm or Deny-Caught skipping Happy Go Lucky-Senior Girls The Desperadoes-Doran and Patsy Smilin' Through-Exam VVeek The Hard VVay-Religion 4 Class Shadow of a Doubtfflraduation Here Comes the NavyfSenior Boys Slightly Dangerous-An A,VV.O.L. At Dawn VVe Die-History Class NVhen Johnny Comes Marching Home-Alumni Cabin in the Sky-Catholic High Hi Buddy-Bud Connelly How 's About It-A 10 in history The Air Raid Vifardens-Senior Boys Forever and A Day-A Diploma Desperate Journey-Four Years in High School Fall In4The horse-trough Shadow of a Thin Ma.n4lVilliam Thomas Stand By for Action-Report Cards Edge of Darkness-Blackout Who Done It?-Stole the Bell Flight For Freedom-The Long Vacation ' Irene Lagonegro-Helen Kelley Page Fiffy-fm