Marymount Secondary School - Hiamead Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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F all at Marymount WONDER if there is any place in the whole wide world quite so lovely as Marymount in the Fall! True it is that all the seasons seem to delight in bestow- ing precious gifts of beauty on our Alma Mater, but Fall reaches the acme. When the leaves change color over in the distant woods, it is like some radiant, terrestrial reflection of Heaven's glory, especially when the longirays of the setting sun linger upon the brilliant foliage, bathing it in a rich golden splendour. Fall marks the beginning of a new school year, after the care-free, pleasure-filled days of the summer vacation. For some, it holds happy prospects, but for others, who dread the thoughts of declensions and verbs, it is quite a'sad one. During the dull, crisp Autumn days, many school activities loved and enjoyed by us all, such as hockey, volley-ball, our lake-walks, and many other amusements, occupy our recreation hours. But though Autumn ushers in many delights peculiar to this time of the year, for me it is always more vividly associated with the beautifully tinted leaves of the luxurious foliage visible for miles around Marymount. Then indeed Joyce Kilmer's famous line sings incessantly in my heart: I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree! ANNE BROWN, '38. Lifes Roadway A prayer, a word, a smile-e'en a thought, Each lighten the burden of pilgrims I meet On Life's onward journey to Heavenly shores, Where endless seas roll and eternal waves beat. -The faltering steps of the timid of soul, The wearisome toil of the lonely of heart- Have I quickened those steps and aided that toil E'er I from those timid and lonely did part? The shelter from storm, not open to all, The flowers that bloomed out of reach of the poor, I-Iave I harbored those homeless and gathered these flowers, Or has loitering idly held me in its lure? Oh! on o'er Life's Roadway may I ever proceed, To lighten the burden of pilgrims I meet On Life's onward journey to Heavenly shores, Where endless seas roll and eternal waves beat! BETTY FARLEY, '38. Fi fty- four

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Our Christmas Party cc INGLE bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. -This, and other time-honoured songs sung at random during the week preceding the holidays, filled every ac- ademic nook and cranny with the jubilant spirit of Christmas. In former years, our diversions usually took place in the Assembly Hall, but this year all happened contrary to custom. The Athletic Association Secret Service was in action! During the day scheduled for the annual party, a few members from each class disappeared rather suddenly. Red paper, green paper, glittering tinsel all found their way to the dining room, and in a very short time the place was transformed. The tables with their frosted miniature Christmas Trees and novelties, were arranged in a unique fashion, and behold in the big old-fashioned fire-place, a yule log spluttered and sparkled, and gave a hearty welcome to all. As soon as the supper was over, we gathered round the fire, toasting marsh-mallow and popping corn to our heart's content. Suddenly, a great noise was heard! The lights were extinguished and there in our midst stood Santa Claus-by the light from the ruddy log, he distributed his gifts. Later, we walked in solemn procession to the Auditorium where a lovely crib, fes- tooned with multi-coloured electric bulbs, was waiting for us. Reverend Mother said prayers to Our Infant Saviour, after which a recessional was formed, and on our way up to bed we were met by our beloved Mother General, who wished us a happy Christmas. Our joy was complete! The peace of Bethlehem filled our hearts! DOROTHY NUBEP., '5 9. Wintcr's Charm INTER! The snow spreads its soft, white carpet everywhere, giving a sharp, crisp buoyancy to the atmosphere. All the fields and mountains are pure white, and when the sun's rays reach them, they glitter joyfully, showing that they, too, feel as bright and gay as human beings do at this time of the year. The trees are covered with a strange, fluffy white foliage, and as the wind agitates their branches they seem to bow and sway and throw tiny snowflakes about-just for fun. To complete the colour scheme, brightly tinted suits flash to and fro over the silvery ice. True, we do not see any beautifully coloured leaves waving in the breeze, we do not hear the pretty birds singing in the trees, or watch the delicate butterflies float by on their dreamlike wings, stopping here and there to taste the nectar of a fra- grant flower. Instead, we see a glorious radiant whiteness everywhereg we hear the music of happy laughter breaking the silence of the frosty air, and gaze in admiration as the graceful skaters glide swiftly around the lakes. One does not feel the cold or even miss the birds and flowers, but thc soul is filled with a great calm-a wondrous peace, and the air is filled with -the soft radiance of Bethlehem's Star. MARIA VEVIZ, '38, Fiffy-three

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Spain INCE mid-summer of the year 1936, the most important news published in all the daily papers is that concerned with the terrible conditions existing in Spain. Great is our horror and disgust when we hear of the atrocities inflicted on those self-sacrificing nuns and priests, who, rather than abandon their faith, met death at the hands of a cruel mob. Words are powerless to describe the havoc that is taking place in that once Catholic country, which was so proud to boast of the names of a Teresa, a Loyola and many others. In the study of our religion this year-the question: Give reasons why the Church is so bitterly persecutedf, was answered thus: Because she condemns pride, sensuality and injustice, and because she is the true church of Christ, Who having made her to His own Image and Likeness is now hated and persecuted in her just as He Himself was hated and persecuted during His Life on earthf' Did He not say to His disciples If they have persecuted Me, they will persecute you also. How truly these words are being fulfilled today! God and Religion are entirely blotted out of Spanish schools and homes today, and, what is much worse, out of the hearts of Christ's little ones. We, as Catholics, must pray for the cessation of this devilish work, and take our places, even while still at school, in the Militant army of the Church. ' PATRICIA CURRAN, '39. A Prayer When life is hard and wearisome, I turn to You with joy, And visualize Your Nazareth When You were but a boy. So oft I think upon the care Your Mother, pure and sweet, Bestowed on You. Oh, little Boy, When shall we really meet? Did You have colds, as we do now, And wish Your Mother near? Or want Your Father? Yes, I know! Dads are so very dear! So, little Boy, please comfort me, When I'm in need of You. You've done so much for others And I know You'll help me, too. MARY YANKAUER, '37, Fifty-five