Marymount Secondary School - Hiamead Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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Last Will and Testament E, the Seniors of '37, being of sound mind and disposition, do hereby give and bequeath: To Marymount, our undying love and a sincere pledge of loyal adherence to its ideals and maxims. That we may ever prove ourselves worthy Little Women of our be- loved Alma Mater is our most fervent desire. To the Seniors of '38, our victorious athletic record, our treasured privileges and our sincere wishes for a year full of happy hours. Miss Toni Corroon leaves her zeal and energy in accomplishing the duties of her office to the next President, and her great composure in the face of all obstacles to Miss Ann Brown. Miss jane Burke leaves her case of rose fever in the custody of Miss Betty Far- ley, with the admonition to keep a close record of its developments. Miss jane Flynn leaves with reluctance her infectious giggle, bequeathing it to Miss Sally Hughes. Her amusing puns go with it. Powerful Wea-puns, Sally! Miss Florence Galvin bestows her big statue of Saint Jude on Miss Patricia Grew. He has proved a powerful patron throughout the year, Pat! Miss Ruth O'Neill yields her pet propensity for staying in bed in the morning after rising bell has rung, to Miss Piqui Veve. The drastic results, of course, are part of the bargain, Piqui. Miss Ruth Reed bequeaths her precious Bobby-socks to Miss Anne Hughes. Per- haps Anne will step into her shoes, also! Miss Mary Yankauer, after much serious deliberation, leaves her valuable advice on How to Study and get the Best Results, to Miss Vera Foley. With concentrated efforts, you should get through it in a year, Vera! ' Miss Sylvia Wheeler entrusts her famous French accent to Miss Mary Weigel, with the necessary instructions for its use. Miss Rosemary Reed bequeaths her imitative abilities to Miss Helen Casey. Per- haps we may attack Grand Opera next year, Helen. Anita de Zaldo transfers her enviable waves to Miss Marion Clark. They are yours permanently, Marion. Miss Dina Miele leaves the happy memories of European Travel to Miss Katherine McDermott, also the sisterly affection that goes with it. Miss Patricia Kennedy leaves her charming sub-conscious mood to Miss Jean Mendes. She begs you to use it only during class, Jean, and assures you of favourable results. Miss Tony Coff gives Miss Ruth Sylvester her habit of knitting fhcr eyebrowsj. It is really very effective, Ruth. Miss Mary McGaughey relinquishes with sorrow her famous penmanship ability to Miss Joan Grace. At least it was unique! Miss Betty Kennedy finds it difficult to part with her winning ways. She bestows s Helen Cuff, with the hope they will be of some use in '38. We do hereby appoint Miss Katherine McDermott to bc the sole executrix of this, them however, on Mis our Last Will and Testament, csignedj THE SENIORS OF '37. ROSEMARY REED, '37. Thirty-fi uc

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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'

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DOCTOR BETTY: DOCTOR! BETTY: ANTTA: BETTY: ANITA: BETTY: ANITA: BETTY: Class Prophecy SCENE: A Doctor's office Cbaravfcrs NUFSC-BETTY KENNEDY Patient-ANITA DE ZALDO DOCTOR ZILCH Miss Kennedy, is that all for this morning? No Doctor, you have an appointment at eleven o'clock. Dear, dear! I do wish patients would arrive on time. I am due at the hos- pital at twelve. I hear someone in the waiting room now. Excuse me, Doctor, I shall see who it is . . . Why, Anita! It seems years since I saw you and since we all graduated from Marymount. How are you? Please do tell me all about yourself- and the rest of the class of '37-did you hear from any of them? Betty dear, this is simply delightful! I never expected to find you here, and looking so very well, too. No, don't be alarmed, I am in perfect health. I came merely to collect a prescription for a friend. The girls? Well, I was shopping this morning at Russek's and I saw Dina. She has been a model there for some time and loves the work. She modeled several exquisite gowns, brought recently from Paris by the buyer who is none other than Sylvia Wheeler. I knew Sylvia would never abandon her French. Whatever brought you to New York at this time of the year? You did not hear about my former roommate, Mary Yankauer, then, otherwise you would not ask that question. She has just finished all her examinations and is now a fully-fledged Doctor, so I accepted her invita- tion to come up North and attend the interesting ceremonies which ac- company the conferring of all the degrees she has obtained. I am really enjoying it all. Of course I have seen Tony Coff several times already. Ever since graduation she has divided her time between travel and the study of music, and only last week she gave a most successful violin recital. I am so glad! I-Iave you seen any of the others? Oh, I almost forgot to cell you! Who do you think was hostess on the 'plane coming up? Ruthanne. She loves the air, and told me that Rose is making great progress as a Commercial Artist. I saw some of her advertise- ments in several exclusive magazines. Yes, Rose is quite famous now, and yet it only seems like yesterday since she was painting ghostly faces on lamp globes for the I-Iallowe'en party. By the way, Anita, I am sorry you did not attend Toni Corroon's Supper Dance at the Waldorf on Tuesday. She made a charming hostess. Jane Burke was there looking as pretty as ever though a little tired.'She is busy with Social Service work and it is rather strenuous. Ruth O'Neill also was Thirty-six