Mount Nazareth Academy - Gleam Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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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

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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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And so on to Victory, we go . . 1 , 0422 rf ia' 7 I , 'L , Tin ieu I heard one of my teacher's once say: I can make all sacrifices, impose on myself every privation, but I cannot say ADIEU! Ah, in truth, for a loving heart this word is like a dagger-stroke: it kills when it is deeply felt. Yet, we must say it, not only to our classmates, but to all that vie hold most dear-to our FACULTY and even to our sweetest memo- r es! Oh, dear Classmates! have you ever reflected on that FAREWELL, on that separation which breaks our tie with our dear ALMA MATER? A human heart is so loving, its origin so divine, that it is im- possible not to feel this separation. However, to console ourselves, my dear Classmates, consider that one day we shall all meet again in Heaven-to be parted no more! Farewell, how oft that sound of sadness, Like thorns of sorrow, pierce the heart, And hush the harp tones of its gladness, And tear the bleeding chords apart. Farewell! and if by distance parted We see each other's face no more, Ah! may we with the faithful-hearted Meet by the Heaven's Door. Maffha Gil, '42 emenfo 'mei When friends turn pale, when envious traitors fly, When hard beset, your spirit justly proud For truth, peace, freedom, mercy, dares defy A sullen faction, and a raving crowd: Amid the din of all things, fell and vile, Hate's yell, and envy's hiss, and folly's bray, Remember me-and with an unforced smile See riches, baubles, flatterers, pass away. Yes, they will pass away: nor deem it strange: They come and go, as comes and goes the sea- And let them come and go! You, through all change, Fix your firm gaze on VIRTUE, and on ME! -ALMA MATER