Mount St Joseph Academy - Yearbook (Brighton, MA)

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UO' 9 'Q ll Q P7'6,VI-KIBIIK-,ANN TTOLAN Class History HAT group ol' intelligent seniors would ever admit that they had seen a ghost? ln whose minds would there even lurk such a suspicion? The answer is extremely simple, for we, the seniors ol' Mt. St. Joseph Academy did, really and actually, receive a visit not front one but from four genuine ghosts, conceded among the higher spiritualistic circles to be very superior spirits. The lirsti introduced himself as the Ghost of Freshmen T37 and inquired il we would like a review of the past. YN'e nodded our assent, our hesitation conquered by our curiosity. A trick of magic transported us to September 1936, at Mt. St. Joseph Academy. Strolling along the corridor, fearful and timid, a group of very young girls, as green as the proverbial lield described by nature's poet, proceeded to the auditorium. Their arrival here did not arouse much enthusiasm, for never were more lonesome, lost-looking young ladies seen on the hallowed grounds of the Academy. Our guide then asked the leader of our group il' we would like to see the further adventures ol' these girls, and Ann Dolan, with suppressed mirth, replied that we were most in- terested. He then conducted us up a llight ol' stairs that were vaguely familiar. -i e Mount SE IOR S1fcwnfff11'y-I 1 t Axok C ROCK! R

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CLASS l 'll1'C!l5lLT6T-MARGARET PARSONS X . ,L 5. Xa X ' .5 . Y. Yi IW T Q 'X 'Vt Qfalivglf .L PL QXX C .V W wg X s X Vice-President-LOUISE MAHONEY Fix your gaze upon this scene , was his rather austere com- mand. Humbly and hopefully, we obeyed, and, not to our surprise so much as to our amusement, we saw the girls whom now we can call our former selves, seated in a classroom. This seemed to be the English period for one unlucky individual was having the misfortune of being initiated into the intricacies of scansion. Glancing at the ghost, we saw him reluctant to leave as laughter had been provoked by our sorrowful attempts to master the English course prescribed for Freshmen. More scenes followed. The time was now Christmas, as attested to by the benevolent expressions on the countenances of all. Then the Ghost of Freshmen JS7 announced that this was a presentation of Dickens' Clzristmas Carol. Hastening to and fro were the players upon whose shoulders rested the laurels of histrionic ability. Cards with the names of the characters they played hung about their necks. The play had not progressed lar, however, when a groan of utter misery was heard and we perceived standing in our midst another ghost, even paler than his predecessor. He looked to us very much like the honorable and honored Charles Dickens, and 'tFreshmen conhrmed our conjecture. It was he! Our friend now tried to explain to us that this performance was a little too much for the renowned author and had aroused him from his narrow cell. Howev r X 9. HMM! J C' M. S. A. f' I t it 1940 efffightm- Mass . fefffimzftf-1, 1 l 4 t mA