Mount Nazareth Academy - Gleam Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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Thatwe shall not faint nor shrink! . . Qu Raven The day for which we have been anxiously awaiting has come. It is an occasion in itself, which presents such a difficulty-a difficulty combined with joy and sadness-joy, because we have successfully reached the goal for which we have so long been strivingg sadness, because we must part with sweet memo- ries, teachers, and companions. Yet, we must consider, and rebel against our own thoughts, that there is an end to everything. Would we be willing to accomplish things lf there were no end? Let us admit to ourselves that we strived to do our best, and have done well. As the curtain is 'drawn down upon the last scene of our school life . we are forced to depart with the utterance of the one sad word, Farewell, Goodby, dear school, we leave you with regret and sorrowg we came into your midst untried, unlearned, but we go bearing the marks of character and good moral principles. We leave, bidding you our sincerest farewell and thank you for aiding us in our many achievements. To you, dear parents and guardians, we cannot express in words our heart- felt thanks of appreciation. We realize that had you not made all these sacrifices, we would not obtain a fair start. Therefore, we want you to know how much we appreciate your loving thoughtfulness, before we sail onward through the deeper channels to the sea of the larger life awaiting us. And now, members of the faculty, how can we voice our farewell to you? But we should not feel satisfied without a parting word to you. You have cer- tainly put every effort within your power to nurse our bodies for the better acceptance of mental training, for no pecuniary reward, but for the hunadredfold of the hereafter. Heaven bless you forever, and as we pass through life, may you with delight look upon our gains. Friends of the undergraduate classes, we shall miss you. We feel that we must not resign our places in the classrooms, without reminding you how important it is that you should sow with utmost care the seed of knowledge, and should only think those true and pure thoughts that must eventually develop into the strange and noble life you wish to build. Farewell, dear schoolmates, and in the tie of outclasped hands, we hope some .day to see you again. Let us ever hold in memory, dear classmates, the happy hours that blessed our Alma Mater-which made us friends forever, though apart. Let us be true to what we have learned, as we climb ahead to victories-true to our teachers, true to our Alma Mater, true to others and true to ourselves. For, but then, we shall be true to the world. V Sophie Marie Beck, '42

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Through prayer, Play, Work, and Action, She will guide us, oh so safely . . . e ?o'zecast The library fireplace was freshly subsisted with a huge log. The fire was blazing brightly as I dropped into a lounging chair directly in front of the fire- place. The library seemed unusually mysterious this evening, with the flames casting imaginative figures on rows of books compiled in cases along the wall. As I rolled the log over, my eyes set a steady gaze on the books. So many different subjects, and each held a secret of its own. My eyes again turned to the fire. They stared until my eyelids assumed an undescribable weight. They closed, and I drifted into the land of visions. A medical book on the fourth shelf opened: the scene was a hospital. A little figure in snowy white uniform was gently comforting an aching body. There was something oddly familiar about this figure. Slowly she turned her face and immediately I recognized Felicia Ziolkowska. Her desire to become a nurse had taken its course. The medical book closed and from the business section another book began to unfold its pages. The scene depicted here was one of the departments of a large telephone company. Two figures at the far end of the room attracted my attention. They worked speedily with the greatest ease. Their movements be- trayed them. They were our loving Sophie Marie Beck and Helen Martowska. Rich personality enabled them to reach their goal successfully. The pages closed quickly. From the first shelf a Polish History book por- trayed another scene. This time the scene was a classroom. Before a class of attentive students stood a young woman patiently explaining Poland's struggle for independence. That sweet, soft voice could be no one else's than Martha Gll's. Her gentle ways have enabled her to fulfill her ambition. The pages turned slowly and the book closed. Then a hand reached for the magazine rack, and the scene portrayed a designing shop. The book opened again and displayed models of recent patterns and ideas of dressmaking. A tall, slim, soft haired, welldknown figure of Regina Raszymczyk, was deeply engrossed in studying the different pictures and models in designing. Suddenly, an idea flickered in her mind and immediately she arose and went on with her work, satisfactorily accomplishing her hard task. As silently as the book had opened lt began to close. Then, a book from the music section revealed its scene. In an exquisite auditorium, before a vast audience, seated at the piano was a young girl. Her fingers lightly touched the keys and melodlous strains poured forth. As she rose to the great applause, I found myself staring at Helen Rzaca. She has become Hoffman's rival. Slowly the book closed. From the last shelf a beautifully bound prayer book disclosed a more touching scene. In a chapel which I immediately recognized as the Mount Nazareth Academy, knelt three sweet faced nuns. Their lips moved in silent prayer. They were Ruth Pilarska, Rosalie Kotz, and Ann Rupczewska. Suddenly, the book C10S6d with B. thlld and my visions vanished. The flames died down to a mere spark. The books still remained in proper order, but, they had lost their mysterious look, for I have shared in their secrets. Regina Raszymczylc, '42 ,vs Q, U., 22' a A ' Wi Gui? L-vgffz-11. , 95 wifi 1 J 4... fri!

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Up the mountains steep, wlweresoever our path may be, She will lead her devoted M N. Aities, to the land of Victory . . . , 1 04A Glass The time is approaching when we, the Class of '42, shall be but a memory to those who remain to carry on. To make the memoir a more lasting one, we unselfishly bequeath some of our most cherished characteristics which we think have distinguished the Class of 1942. In behalf of the Class, I call you together upon this solemn occasion to hear the last Will and Testament. We, therefore, as students do give and bequeath as follows: To our ALMA MATER, our lovlng memories of days gone by. To The Very Reverend Mother Eusebia, we leave our love and gratitude, for making Mount Nazareth Academy available for our education. To Mother Superior and all the Sisters, we feel duly grateful for their un- tiring efforts which they so faithfully carried out. To our dear Principal and the Faculty members, we leave cherished memo- ries of our Class and great appreciations for their fine advice which we found so profitable to follow. To the Juniors, we leave our Senior dignity, privileges, and responsibilities, the great necessities for all who have reached this place in school. May they follow in the footsteps of the Senior Class of 1942! To the Sophomores, we bequeath our noticeable personalities, and sincerely hope that they may find them most profitable. To the Freshmen, we have decided to leave our uniforms and books, because we feel that they will always make good use of them. Felicia Ziolkowska bequeaths her smile and dimples to Pearl Kaminska, but her ideals of being a private secretary to Sophie Sajni-ak. Martha Gil bequeaths her happy-go-lucky attitude to Ann Trzeciak, and her sincerity and position as editor-in-chief to Jane Andrzejewska. Ruth Pilarska bequeaths her vocal ability to Irene Pyszniak, and her glasses to Loretta Belczewska. Ann Rupczewska bequeaths her ability of Music to Sylvia Kneblewioz, but her love of English to Rita Listewska. V Regina Raszymczyk bequeaths her dancing ability to Betty Kownacka, and her popularity to Dorothy Golembiewska. Rosalie Kotz bequeaths her giggles to Mary Agnes Kucharska, but her love of books and knowledge to Dorothy Lau. Helen Martowska bequeaths her books to Josephine Retkowska, and her pleasing personality to Frances Majko. Sophie Beck bequeaths her ideals to Dorothy Checkg her observing ways to Pearl Dembowska, and her sweet disposition to Mary Jo Pisula. As for myself, I only wish for a smile from each one for whom I have testified and do hope that everyone is pleased with what I have given. This therefore. is the last Will and Testament of the Class of '42, and we do hereby swear that this is the first and only Will made during our long pleasant training days. Signed this 14th day of June, in the year of our Lord, 1942. Helen Rzaca Witnesses: Senior Class of 1942. if 1 ' Wfgfgiyr-124