Marymount Secondary School - Hiamead Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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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

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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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An Event of Interest NE of the most interesting and memorable events of the past year, was the violin recital given by Sasha Culbertson in the Academic Auditorium. Mr. Culbertson, a noted Russian violinist and famous artist, commenced his mu- sical career at the early age of fourteen, making his debut in Vienna. Although an American citizen, Sasha Culbertson has spent most of his life studying abroad in Europe. The program which he gave was an interesting and varied one which held the students literally spell-bound throughout its entirety. The composers, whose works Mr. Culbertson interpreted in his own masterly and artistic style, were Kreisler, Brahms and Mendelssohn. The Brahms Hungarian Dance in particular was a gem of tonal expression, and the concluding number, Mendelssohn's On Wings of Song brought a perfect perform- ance to a perfect conclusion. One and all left the Auditorium with singing hearts, and with an untold apprecia- tion and love for God's most heavenly gift to man-the Music of the Masters. HELEN CASEY, '38. The Isle of Bermuda cc SLE of Bermuda -the very name spells beauty! Few places confine within such a limited radius so many spots of interest, so many miniature Edens of loveliness. Perhaps the queen of Bermuda's' beauties is the famous Crystal Caves. The dis- covery of these caves was the result of a very trivial accident. Two little native boys were playing happily with a ball, when suddenly their fascinating toy disappeared mysteriously, seemingly into the earth. They ran quickly to the spot, and to their astonishment found a huge hole in the ground. One of the boys did not hesitate to descend into this hole in quest of his precious ball, and upon doing so, found him- self in a cavern whose walls glittered and shimmered in the half light from above. In this way, Bermuda's subterranean wonder, thc beauteous and strange Crystal Caves, first became known. Some of the rock formations are in the shape of buildings and objects, whilst others vaguely resemble human beings. Another place typical of Bermuda is Devil's Hole. It is a small natural pond in which the owner keeps tropical fish of all species, including a small octopus. Replete to overflowing as is the island with entrancing nooks and crannies, the memory of the picturesque harbor is the most vivid in my mind. It is very unlike the harbors of our American maritime resorts. There are not many large boats coming in or going out, and on a clear summer's day, when sky and sea are deepest blue, the white liner makes a pretty picture as she slowly wends her way through the smaller craft of the natives, between rows of wet black rocks, past tiny but beautiful homes high upon the hills and out towards the misty horizon. While visiting the island, the colourful exits of the Monarch of Bermuda afforded me the greatest enjoyment, but when it came my turn to be borne away on her white deck, I looked yearningly back upon the receding shore, hoping for another and longer visit to that enchanted isle-Bermuda. BETTY FARLEY, '38, Fiffy-six