Immaculata High School - Immaculata Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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lllllllll lltlllllll Dear Muss Chncago of l867 Your haur rs whlte your hands are guuct and your eyes are full of dreams Does nt seem a duamond jubulee ago that you caught up your strapped stack of books penculs tablet or wa nt a slate? and gauly set off nn the fervor of furst school days to meet your fnrst B V M teachers to encounter your furst experlences at St Aloysuus9 There was the thrlll of doung thrngs for the furst tnme rememb r? that somehow dudnt wear off as the year revealed new joys new challenges new heart warmnng assoclatnons Perhaps you dldn t have an nnstallatuon of offncers luke ours No broadcasting system addrcssed you from a pruncnpals office Instead demure In your starched punafore a very Emnly Post of polnteness you carrled messages f nnstructuon fron' room to room There wasn t quite the flurry over Thanksguvlng and Chrnstmas baskets for the poor for there were the famulnes In your parish that your mother knew and who were always remembered when the crnsp brown loaves came fnve years ago gnvnng that we knew thus year when we arrrved weughted wnth our contrubutnons for our homeroom baskets forthe poor Candlelughtnng wasn t a school custom then but there were Chrrstmas crabs and ta bleaux that set your hearts aglow all the fun of snow and skatung lnterspersed wuth the more seruous entertaunment of lectures rect tals or were they Musncales In those days? the furst flne careless rap Page Seventy ture of sprlngtume wlth nts flurry of Class Day and pre graduatnon actnvutues led up then as now io a day of partlng about whuch you strove to be nonchalant casual unumpressed very much an the l942 manner After all you thought youd be back agaun at summers en or perhaps you wouldnt not ever agaun There were lnttle lonesome empty places an your heart Od Isnt ut? how hvstory repeats utself 1 . I Y- 3 . M . - . . . A C A l I . , . out of the family oven . . A but there was the some starry joy in the seventyf

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Page Se entx eaht With Indian summer skies children of Mary came home sending rosaries skyward with the red leaves newly elected senior sodality otticers bind themselves with humble hearts and muted prayer to the service of their Queen Thanksgiving basket packing over two hundred young hearts preparing eagerly and earnestly tor reception December eighth they gave their shining souls to Mary to keep crunchy bread for the least ot these the smell of Christmas trees and the sound ot carols small white packages tor dark eyed children neck ties for old men powder tor old ladies love ascending with the strains of O Light of the World Retreat three quiet probing days with Christ alone discovering new horizons planning lives busv Ellllllll 'F iw ' ' 4 , . on then Christmas: corridors hummed, tat round cans . , , bright apples and v V- ig