Norfolk Catholic High School - Crusader Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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Costumlng another d1ff1cult task was handled by lVIrs James Case Fathers OfflCC was turned lnto a coutourlers shop as concoctlon after concoctxon was whipped together by lVlr Case and her aldes de camp 'Vlargaret Anne Tlce Carmen D132 Dons Sampson to mentlon only a few Xnd who ln the audlence could recogmze IH the scen ery the art of such senlors as Carroll Cunmngham busan Watson Mary Ann Sherry Gayle G3lVlIl and ,lunmy Calleran9 Yes the Pageant was a success ln addltxon to gltlllg an lnsplrmg Chrlstmas spectacle my students also made great strldes in the all lmportant art of WOI'klIlg together 5 9 , . . . , . . ' ' 3 s. ' - - : ' 5 9 9 K . . . . - For many long' years lIlllHkl.l'ItI,gf0l1ll6l1 The Blessed Vnryn Mary and her under its Jeb! of sin, for long years it raised SPOUSC 531m J0S9Pll HPF P0fUa!ed ll' I. , If A J. f . G i ss ' ' r i P I zls hands IH supplualzorz to the Duma' Father TENT Mall Ann Sheffy and Rm af praying 11160111715 or the gatlour 0 the world Sen or honed that all people fame to adult lllm Glee Club and Seniors ln the finale raised their voxces ln praise smgmg Jesu Bambino W 0 c p U o 'saga :de 'mace ence

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Z ' , my ' 'ae- a, - - ' ' On December 21. the auditorium at Norfolk Catholic was filled with an expectant crowd. The Senior class, together with the Clee Club. was presenting a Christmas pageant. The auditorium was darkened. One could see on the dimly lit stage strange figures surrounding a crude stable. The stable. of course. housed Mary and Joseph and the Infant Savior. But the other figures? Suddenly a voice was heard . . . I am the Angel of Peace-I am the Angel of the Spirit of Christmas. My mission is to bring to men of good will throughout the centuries a faint glimmer hope in a world that strives for peace. but brance, the one tie that this world has with peace and tranquility that was the promised lot of mankind in the Garden of Paradise. In the turmoil of this world, in the struggle for life, in the disorder of a world heavy with sin, I come with the message of peace, for I am the Herald of the Prince of Peacef, This was the Angel of will not pay the price of peace. I am the angel of remem- Peace calling on the prophets to tell in their own words of the Messiah. Now the audience was enlightened. The figures on the stage were two groups of narrators-the prophets of the Old Testament who had foretold the coming of the Messiah. and the Angels of the Fulfillment Vincent Corleto carries crucifix, while Arthur who told in the words of the New Testament the cir- Perkins, as a bishop. and Clay Cate-vood, as , , ,, a Qerver ,md the My to the will i cumstances surrounding the birth of the Infant lung. As the angels spoke, the seniors brought their words to life. First, a group of shepherds, then the Kings came through the auditorium to the feet of the King of Kings. After them came people from all walks of lifefpriests, religious, families, service men. all with one purpose, to adore the God-made-Man. Throughout the entire performance the Clee Club under the direction of Father Maioriello furnished a musical background for the prophecies. the words of fulfillment, and the adoration of all the faithful. But an account of this Pageant would be most incomplete if I did not take you behind the scenes to see the preparations that had gone into this extravaganza. The stage props were wielded into shape under the expert craftsmanship of our custodian, Eric Lancaster. He was ably seconded by Allen Hudson who gave unselfishly of time and talent. These two also saw to it that the traditional Christmas greens graced the stage and doorways of the auditorium. Patricia Gregory, John Began, Robert Hickerson, Jimmy Foley, Michael Willsey, Rose Eller, Carolyn Butt, Catharine Connor fhiddenl and Emilia Cresswell narrate the wonderful story of Christmas.

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vfmmgugwz We Retreat. Three days of silence, redollection and prayer. Days of intimacy with God. Morning Mass and, together with the Priest at the altar, offering Jesus Christ to His Almighty Father. Through the supreme Sacrifice of the Cross, resolving to die like You, Dear Lord, and to live like You. Finding life and strength each day in the living Bread of Heaven . . . and in the word of God as it fell from the lips of Father John Ryan, SJ. What am l doing? How am l living? Thus the thoughts penetrate. The silence of Retreat, unbroken by those who realize the importance of these days of grace. A silence not empty or barren, but full of the peace and com- fort of being close to Our Lord and His teachings. ls He pleased with me? Answers were found in spiritual reading.