Mount St John Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Gladstone, NJ)

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i Y The Angel of the Lord declared unto Mary. and she conceived of the Holy Ghost, Every day at noon the chimes ring. reminding us of God's great gift of the Incarnation. Louise and Lise help Sister Juliana with the new books for the library. Shakespeare and Macbeth! Roberta looks at the witch Eileen made for her English project. us Roberta,Bruna and Dolores search for ideas for their pro- jects. Girls, please be quiet. The Sopllomores are on the way to class and the Marshals attempt to keep order in the hall. Sister Vitalina Marie watches her five cats as they diligently practice their transcription. After all, only a few short months and we'll all be working. Robbie, is chemistry THAT bad? For two periods a day, the Seniors try to Thomas jefferson was a great leader Yvonne demonstrates her surpass the findings of Lavoiser and Priestley. Who knows, maybe someday Speaking ability as she takes Part in the Preliminaries of the Amer-i. we'll be able to prove that our equations WERE right. can Legion 0ra10riCalC0nIe5Q.

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The week after New Yearis, the underclassmen had their retreat, so we took those few extra days for Year Book preparation. When we came back, we faced a whirlwind of Yearbook deadlines, College Board Exams, and Mid Terms, one right after the other, in less than a month. February and March passed without excitement and in April. the Dramatic Club presented a Pas- sion Play. These two months were months of waiting: waiting for Easter, an- swers to our College applications and exams. and yes, even waiting for Gradu- ation. April brought Easter and hopeful signs of Spring. The grass really did look greener, and the first flowers that bloomed were brought to school to decorate Our Lady's statue. Suddenly it was May, and even more suddenly we were caught in the close-of-school-rush. With the rest of the school, we prac- ticed for the Spring Concert, and looked forward to the Junior Prom. We saw the Juniors gathered in small groups, and heard snatches of conversations, which abruptly stopped when anyone approached. We talked of gowns, and dates and tried to realize that this year, the Prom was being held in our honor. Secretly, we were busily writing songs, making wills, and dreaming to the strains of Pomp and Circumstances , as we practiced for our Class Night and Gradua- tion. We wanted graduation to come, yet, we tried to put it off, wanting to- be together just a little longer. At the same time, we were reading the Yearbook, and signing it. We all had writer's cramp, but, after all, What price glory? Finally the day we were all anticipating arrived: our High School Com- mencement. If there was any rustling in Chapel, as we lined up for Mass, we didn't hear it. We were all deep in thought, thinking along the same lines, yet, each one's musings were quite distinct and personal. We were reviewing our years of High School which were just ending and looking ahead to the un- certain years of the future which were just beginning. Then .... Graduation itself, at which we had the honor of the presence of our beloved Bishop, the Most Reverend James A. McNulty. His Excellency's presence added immeasureably to the solemnity and the memorableness of the ocassion. . For many of us this would be the last time to kneel in the first benches reserved for Seniors. Now the future remained as always only pressing harder upon us. We had tried to pave the road as best we could in preparation to travel upon it. We realized now our high school years could never be fully for- gotten. All during our lives some occassion would present itself, and the neces- sity would be there to draw some fragment from the content of knowledge learned during those years. I8

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