Immaculate Heart Academy - Echo Yearbook (Watertown, NY)

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Hliri fl'lIl', ll ffuml film' 11r'wl,i ll TronT Row: George Knapp, Qc-orge Towuley, Rulli louclv., Mary ll, lilfgi,-r.ill Jayne Kealing, Fred Smils, Rolqerl Wllilrriririe Middle Row: George HaTch, lvlaigarel Dermacly, David leormicl, Willilzrri Cliiiyirrimi Palricia Ames, Mary A. STumpT, Conslance Kendall Baclr Row: Williarn McDonald, Margarel Van !Xuli:ri, Willi.irii lvliirlin, Rcilwrl Lawrence, Raymond Donoghue, John Leonard, Trance-, Mullen, Slanlf-y Zan-mli.i T'llUll'1JT' .S I'R.'l.N'flliR I Senior Play ol l93U The wave oT a magic wand does noT produce a play. There are rehearsals, rehearsals and Then a Tew more rehearsals. The exciTemenT ol The day beTore . . . The courage a IiH-Ie nialseeup gives . . . The TorTuring momenTs waiTing To go on. The sTirring music dies awayg The audience awaiTs The rise oT The curTain as lighTs al3ouT Them grow dim. LighTs llood The sTageg The cur- Tain slowly rises on The colorTul WesTern Ranch scenesand Howdy STranger is on. Through Three specTacular scenes brimming wiTh acsTion, The casT delighTs iTs audience, and many oT The characTers who rise To sTellar roles will live long in The memory oT drama lovers. And so l. HJX. adds anoTher jewel To iTs crown oT dramaTic successes.

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Tlrere is Il p,c'Il.S'lll't' In poelzic pafrzy, 1l'l'11'z'l1 only jwelx lcrmfw. CQIVIPAIQISQINI Q MARY ALYCE sTuMPr, '38 I sc:ruTinized a snow drop As iT Tell Trom heaven, And iTs paTTern was mosT inTricaTe. IT caughT The sun and held A small parT oT iT. As iT camo Talling Through The air, IT was symbolic oT The greaTesT puriTy. IT had iusT IeTT Gods hands. BuT close To The ground -iT melTed. Qur souls are like The snow drops When They leave God. BuT when They mix wiTh The earTh - They Too melT inTo earThliness. PECDPLE ON Tl-IE STREET I love To waTch Them all go by - People on The sTreeTg and why? Oh! because Some are ploTTingg some are glad, Some will laugh, and some are sad, Some have money, oThers none, Some have work, and loTs oT Tung Some are ill, some all righTg Some see darkness, oThers lighT. BuT on Their Taces, everyone PorTrays iT he has losT or won. I love To waTch Them all go pasT. IT's liTe - This blundering, hurrying mass. Ohl whisTling wind, Tling ouT your cloak, And Take me wiTh you, please. I wanT To know The ToresT Tolk, So Take me wiTh you, please. JusT whisper in my ear and Tell SecreTs ThaT you hear ln brook, in dale, in seCreT dell, STories ThaT you hear. BuT mosT oT all I wanT To know AbouT The ToresT green, Where pines grow Tall and rivuleTs Tlow, All in The ToresT green. Chl Take me on your back-buT sTop When, wind, you reach The pines, And mysTic dales and brooks, Then drop Me, when you reach The pines. O WIND