Marymount Secondary School - Hiamead Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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The Feast of Saint Gerard HE beautiful feast of Saint Gerard, patron of our dear Reverend Mother, dawned bright and fair. The traditional celebrations took place in the evening, when the Student Body greeted its beloved Mother with flowers and song. The weather was surprisingly mild, and the sun shone on our happiness throughout the festive day. Of course we had a free day, and most of us went for a long and pleas- ant hike around the lakes in the beautiful Westchester countryside. The Debate, which the members of the Senior Class had so lovingly prepared in honour of the occasion, was a great success. The long speeches were perfectly memor- ized, and delivered with dignity, poise and a quiet determination. The arguments were well-founded and planned out, and the amount of knowledge displayed in their presen- tation was a clear proof of the tenacity and enthusiasm of the debaters in their research work. The day thus ended as happily as it had begun, and we Formers are glad that we have more such occasions to look forward to in the years to come. GEORGINA TOBOADA, '39. Benediction The glory of that heav'nly scene Poet has ne'er expressedg And feeble language, worn with age Paints with but little zest. Wortls, like butterflies, come and go- Thc subtle mesh of thought and mind Cannot stay their whimsied flow. The golden candles near the Host Glow in Adoration: The flowers droop their lovely heads In humble Veneration. And gleaming on the Altar-Throne There stands the Monstrance fair- Oh! to my faltering lips there comes A lowly, fervent prayer: Grant, dear Lord, when You are raised to bless That Catholic hearts may love You more, That the whole world may grieve You less! KATHERINE MCDERMOTT, '38, Fiffy-seveff

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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

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The Junior Bridge HE Juniors held a return Bridge party for the Seniors, early in the month of November. The dominant colours in the decorative scheme for the occasion, were red and green-the class colours of the hostesses and guests. In the center of the room, a tall fir tree covered with shimmering tinsel and gaily coloured Christmas ornaments, rose in stately beauty. Under this tree, attractively wrapped packages of curious shapes, proved later in the evening to be pretty gifts for the Seniors. The bridge tables which were themselves green and white, were covered with bright red covers, and were arranged in a circle around the tree. Numerous candles flickered radiantly all over the room, giving a warm atmos- phere to the cheerful scene. After the card games were completed, refreshments were served. Miss Helen Casey presided at the table, and the members of the Servers Committee became very active in entertaining their guests. Delicious tea was poured into dainty china cups from a beau- tiful silver tea-pot. The tables were laden with generous supplies of small sandwiches and cakes-ice cream moulds of various flavours and shapes--and a large assortment of candy and salted nuts. At the close of the evening, the juniors sang a selection of the old and well-loved Christmas carols, truly announcing the end of a perfect day. SALLY HUGHES, '38. November Grey dreariness of leaden skies and wind-swept heavensg Coat collars up-hands buried deep in pocketsg Trees-stark, etched out in black against the crimson glow of sunset, The quiet river gleams and holds Deep reflections- Outside, in November. A cozy hearth, piled high with blazing woody Deep, rich tones of heavy tapestryg a tired white head, Gay laughter of young voices and of olclg Merry games of childhood-tales told of youth- Of days long past, Inside, in November. . . MARY YANKAU1311, '37. Fiffy-eight