Mother McAuley Liberal Arts High School - McAulian Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Day Hack The juniors seem to be enjoying the year- book. These are some of our helpful seniors getting a freshman's reaction to her first day at McAuley. forts. Studies will be hard this year, but being accepted into the social group at school fwe can go to dancesj will help. Uniforms will not be bad this year because we have the Mercy Shield. juniors! It's almost hard to believe we finally made it. After that first day in the gym, we knew that junior year held great things for us. Strange as it may sound, we couldn't wait for the day when we would don our new black uniforms, the sign of an upperclass- man. From now on, we would be preparing for the most important year of all. One of these prepara- tions is the privilege of wearing our senior class rings. Most of all, we realized that McAuley is not just any school but a very important one because it is ours. A hush fell over the crowdg familiar names were readg our homerooms and teachers made known to us. Our most important year at McAuley was under way. As the year commenced, the privileges that be- long to the seniors also were inaugurated. We wanted to help the underclassmen in every way we could. Our Big Sister program was already started. The senior privilege of monitoring was yet to begin. We wanted to help because these girls would soon be taking our places. The most important realization was that this year was our last, and we were determined to make it our best.

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af fflb' may gan f The wind rolled over the prairie, blustered about our coats and pressed our eyes to slits as we walked to the church. The chilling wind was smothered only by the warm thought that this would be the first time that the entire school would attend Mass together in a church. Inside it was very crowded, but no one seemed to mind. How different it was from the gym . . . the muffled metallic sound of the chairs being pulled in to supply more room just wasn't heard . . . memories of bas- ketball and volleyball games no longer inter- rupted our thoughts. As our eyes roamed seeking the broad, smooth heights, we felt the peace and tranquil- lity that prevailed in this House. There was a feeling of unity and oneness in love. Genuflect- ing, we gave thanks to God for His great gift of love, and left the church with Christ in our hearts.