Newton College of the Sacred Heart - The Well Yearbook (Newton, MA)

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Caesar i'IlCtllllp9tl on the se-eoiicl floor of Barat, Tarlarin hunlc-cl lions in the Big Snake Pit. and Sl. John wrote his gospel on our only hlaekhoarcl. Our happiness that they stayed with us has been equalled nnly hy the joy of seeing others join them year hy year: nthers to make explosions in the Lalw. and Htl lnlaekboards with equationsg others to explain the fall of the Roman empire, give us the gift of tongues. and teach us the secret of poetryg and last. hut hy no means least, the umeta- physieian of the twentieth Century. We are grateful indeed for all they taught us in the Classroom. hut even more for all they taught us by just being them- selves.

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But we have more than the Society to be grateful tog for there are two camps in our faculty, the Religious and what might be called the irReligious,', includ- ing a goodly smattering of priests, who mingled youth and authority in a happy mixture and became as much of our life in play as in study. The faculty even beat us in basketballg and While we loved and laughed at their striped shirts on the hoc- key field, we never ceased to respect their knowledge and their kindness. They were never niere professors to us, but real people, interested and concerned, wl10 never forgot that we ourselves were more than students. Only three of them have heen with us since the beginning, that faraway day when

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We were a motley crewi,-the forty of us. There was every species of Proper Bostonian, the correct leavening of improper New Yorkers, a Mexican, a Colom- bian, and one rebel-but she slept most of that year. There were both wise and foolish virgins: but we all soon learned that oil or no oil, the supply was cut off at ten. Vve were quite pleased with ourselves and felt very self-sufhcient until, in Sopho- more Year. we saw what fun it was to have another class around. We taught the Freshmen to carry chairs, to beat us in basketball, and to 4'lift ice-cream from the pantry. By Junior Year we were somewhat on our dignity-until we tried to manoeuvre in caps and gowns. We had a Freshman Class to protect and we could assume a lnatriarchal attitude during hazing. to cover up our envy. When we reached the Senior Class, we suddenly felt very strange. Here we were about to graduate. What had happened to those four years? Nobody knew. So we decided to look more closely. to see what we were like and what we had done.