Marymount Secondary School - Hiamead Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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ANITA de ZALDO Miramar, Havana, Cuba Aspiranf, '37, Hiameud Sfaj, Liter- ary Ezlifor, '37, Misxion Club, '37, MllSlt' Club, '37, Dramalic Club, '37, Carole Francais, Sccrcfary, '37, Class Hocltcry, '37, Blue and White Hockey, '37, Class Swiinmiug, '37, Tennis, '37, Barlminfon, '37, Ping-Pong, '37, Riding, '37, Current Evcnfs, '37, Iournalism Staff, Managing Editor, '37. 1 . . . versatile, ingenious . . . a scholar, keen, cultured, animated conversations, precious Mimosa. Tbiriy-fbrcu

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W 9. Y XXX MARY YANKAUER Flushing, Long Island Enfant de Marie, '37, Student Coun eil, '35, Hiameazl Stag, '35, Editor- in-ebief, '37, Mission Club, '34, '35, '36, '37, Music Club, '36, '37, Or- cbestra Club, '35, '36, '37, Glee Club, '34, '35, '36, '37, Dramatic Club, '34, '35, '36, '37, Debating Club, '37, Cercle Franeais, '36, Vice-President, '37, Poetry Club, '36, '37, Current Events, '36, '37, ClassHoekey, '34,'35, '37, Blue ana' White Hockey, '35, Class Basketball, '34, Tennis, '35, '36, '37, Badminton, '34, '35, '36, '37, Ping-Pong, '34, '35, '36, '37, Valley Ball, '34, '35, '36, '37, Baseball, '35, '36, '37, Track, '35, journalism Stajf, '37. . . outstanding, genuine . . . logical thinker, intellectual, unruflled joy, sweet, earnest- Nightingale. Tbirty-two

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Valc! cc EAR School of ours, the moment of inevitable parting comes at last! We, the Seniors of '37, realize, with our hearts sad and lonely at the thoughts of leaving you, all you have meant to us-all your memory will ever mean to us in future years. During our Academic life, you have truly proved yourself worthy of our most sincere affection. Dear Alma Mater, your very name bespeaks strength, courage, power, majesty, and yet-strange paradox!-it bespells for us the sweetest, gentlest, tenderest of mothers. Do you remember our Hrst days with you? Did you ever think that in four years time, those poor little bewildered Freshmen, looking with more reluctance on the in- side of your friendly walls than on the outside, would ever grow up into the tradition- ally 'dignified Seniors'? We hope we have not disappointed you, dear Alma Mater, we have tried our best not to. True, in those first days with you, we found the rough foot- paths which you assured us would one day lead to the beautiful fields of Mature Knowledge, difficult to follow. Then it was we learned how much we needed your strong arm to guide us-your dear voice to encourage us-your precious words to console us. Our Sophomore year found us wandering gleefully in hitherto unexplored, fragrant country lanes, where every step seemed to reveal some new charm-some unique joy. XVe tasted the fruit from the trees of Knowledge growing by the wayside, we sang with the birds, we gathered tiny flow'rets which you called Wisdom, and put them carefully on the shelves of Memory, for there, you told us, they would live forever. Of course there were days when storm-clouds gathered over our onward way, when darkness encompassed all-then we needed you more than ever! We clung trustfully to your maxims and counsels, and perhaps today we realize more than then, why the sun came shining through the threatening clouds, smiling at our fears, and why the flowers, still wet with rain, glittered enchantingly in the hedgerows. Before we were fully aware of the fact, we came out on the broad white road of our Junior year. Now the meaning of the word 'progress' was impresssed on us forcibly by life around us. Our milestones were silver cups and contest medals, through brisk, dull November days we ran in eager pursuit of the hockey ball, later concentrating on an art acquired in our Freshman year of 'making Basketsf Oh, Alma Mater, the shrill piercing cry of the whistle, the metallic ring of hockey sticks on frozen ground are among the most precious of your voices! And one happy day we left the road-we had reached the cherished goal at last. Our feet sank deep into the cool grass of Accomplishment-we gazed around us on the landscape of our Senior year. It was morn, and the sky was still flecked with a hint of rosy dawn. Bright flowers lured us further afield, and with a joyous laugh we plunged forward. We had but one ambition-to taste every delight of and derive every possible benefit from this, the last stage of our journey. And so, Alma Mater, you watched us indulgently, a lovely smile ever haunting your sweet face. Now the night has come, the sad night that must bear away with it the last of our Academic hours. With the Dawn, we must turn our faces towards the highways of the world, and choose the one that will lead us the most successfully and happily through life. Though we must leave you, Alma Mater, though the time has come to bid fare- well, smile into our hearts that the sunshine of your love may remain with us forever! ANTOINETTE CORROON, '37. Thirty-fam'