Immaculata High School - Immaculata Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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ywoflcer, .J4 fibaiziy kr Znior - 0-Le 1' .iff NN sv If Upper left: At the campus shrine Theresa White, chairman of Our Lacly's Committee of the Sodality, receives crown of flowers from Georgiann Hartney, senior Sodality prefect. Upper right: Senior class and Sodality officers and their mothers radiate from Our Lady's statue after the procession to the shrine. Lower left: Traditional feature of Class Day is the daisy chain ceremony when the senior officers in formals pass the chain of authority to the iuniors in uniform. Lower right: Mrs. George P. Hartney and Georgiana await Mrs. Austin J. White and Theresa at the shrine. Class Day. . .mother and daughter watch in silent devotion as the dearest Mother receives her crown of flowers on the campus in the warm sweet air of May.. .and hearts ioin in the Act of Consecration. Class Day.. .senior officers relinquish the daisy chain to juniors about to assume the joys and sorrows, hopes and fears of the leaders of the school. Class Day.. .l94o. isis PAGE 101

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Some day, years from now, most of us will run across our Etchings in Silver, covered with dust in a corner of the bookcase or buried beneath the Prom formal and class ribbons in a trunk in the attic. And for iust a little while the cares of a busy world will slip away and, sitting down in the midst of work we should be doing, we will live again the happy silver year that was ours at The Immaculata. We will recognize friends-that-used-to-be and wonder how ac- curately our school-day predictions of their futures have been fulfilled. Memories will bring reminiscent smiles, and ghosts of the past will crowd around us until a roar of lonely frustra- tion from an ignored Junior or the solemn stroke of a relentless clock recalls us to family re- sponsibilities or unfinished work. We shall close the book with a nostalgic sigh, feeling far older and wiser than the inexperienced young things we were then. Yet, whenever we take out the magic silver key with which we locked the silver door upon the last blue ribbon etching in the galleries of the exhibit, the years will slip into days and we may step again through the great door of time into the galleries of a silver yesterday. Until then... PAGE 103