Marymount Secondary School - Hiamead Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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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

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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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Archbishop Cantwell and Marymount GREAT honour was bestowed on our school last November, when His Grace, Archbishop Cantwell, visited Marymount, and gave his special blessing to the Religious and the entire Student Body who were assembled to greet him. In December, the ceremonies accompanying the conferring of the Archbishopric upon him, took place in Los Angeles, California, when he was conducted in solemn procession by seminarians, secular priests, and the representatives of many religious orders, to receive his throne and oflice. The Reverend A. G. Cicoganai, Apostolic Dele- gate to the United States, officiated. It was indeed a great joy for us to welcome him, not only' a joy, but a precious privilege, the memory of which will ever remain in our grateful hearts. Archbishop Cantwell inspired and propagated the Legion of Decency, the object of which is to allow only decent and irreproachable moving pictures to be circulated. We pray that God will bless and prosper this work, so dear to the heart of every true Catholic. A formal reception was held for the Archbishop in the Auditorium on the fifteenth of November, during which both the Collegiate and Academic Choral Clubs rendered several very beautiful vocal selections. Our distinguished guest expressed his appreciation, in words we could never forget, and we are proud that we were among the fortunate ones to receive his blessing. MARIE LOUISE Coscnoviz, '39. Butler Hall Grace wed Beauty on a hill- QYou and I know wherelj Their Royal Child grew up thereon: A maid most wond'rous fair. The Lordly Hudson doffs with love His rippling plumes of blue, . And whispers Queen! but you and I Breathe: Alma Mater true. MARION CLARK, '38, Sixty