Marymount Secondary School - Hiamead Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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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

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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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The Music Club HOSE who have a taste for music, classical or otherwise, possess a rare and precious gift which no wealth could buy. Great composers such as Bach, Grieg, Liszt, Chopin, Mozart, Handel, Beethoven, Rachmaninoff and Schubert have woven melodious beauty into the heart of the tired world, a beauty that crashes out in the awful majesty of seething waves--in the sparkling loveliness of sun-bathed waters, and oft in the mysterious silence of purple night. At Marymount, music is a most important item in the daily schedule. This year, a new and exceedingly interesting feature has been introduced among the number of club activities. These students who wish to do so, may prepare for the Trinity College of London examinaticns which have been established as an annual event during the month of April. The required syllabus includes technical exercises such as scales, arpeggios, ear and time tests, two graded studies and pieces. These examinations ensure methodical progress in a musical education, and arouse much competitive enthusiasm in the club. The Music Club has contributed considerably to the cultural assets of Marymount Students. Several times during the year, the members give much appreciated concerts including such items as pianoforte solos, violin solos and duets, and very often songs. Music is indeed, that elusive powerful voice, which, defying the feeble efforts of mere words, ensnares in its sonorous depths the soft sigh of the evening breeze, the lilt- ing song of the bird, and the fragrance of rose-filled bowers. If we are fortunate enough to either possess or appreciate its beauty, then we should indeed endeavour to weave it into our lives like some exquisite silver thread, that will shine forth always-even in the dusky hours of sorrow. PATRICIA KENNEDY, '3 7. Is 'it True? The stars, astronomers tell us Are planets-just like the earth, And they shine through the gloom of the darkest night, Like jewels of priceless worth. But sometimes I look up and wonder- If these wise men's words are true, For I think the stars are just holes in the sky, Wlicre Heaven comes sparkling through! JANE FLYNN, '3 7, Fifty-nine