ODonoghue High School - Quill Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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Wax ll . M az.vs.0Q- AQ' Qi , 2, .2 Y! jfs' ' - . . Z',L,:Z,n,.e-.4 in xi V' Al, A - I I .-f.Qr-4152, . ,fha rr. 4 .I 1 - - KIM, 1, l iw. IL-I L ,I Y im' I 4 FRiiqJZ2icyiiAY ifwr' i ' Frances is a good mixer. Her dis- i position is the attractive part of her. Nothing can daunt her. She very easily overcomes all difficulties. CLASS l-IISTCDRY In the fall of 1935, a group of boys and girls started here at O'Donoghue to seek all the knowledge they could in the years that lay before them. From that group of First Graders, that began on that particular day, we have remaining with us now, as Seniors, only two, Frances Ray and Mary Ann O'Connor. Jean Mueller joined us in the Second Grade and has been with us since that time. During part of our Grammar School days we were inspired by the superb guidance of our beloved Principal, Sister Mary Stanislaus, now deceased. We plunged into the fundamental studies, and though they seemed difficult at the time, we always mastered them, though of course with a bit of perseverance. We were thrilled during our Eighth Grade year just at the thought of entering High School at the completion of this year. It was a joyous occasion when we found ourselves in High School. Little did we realize that our Grammar School days had slipped by so quickly. This indeed brought us into contact with courses such as Algebra, Latin, French, Spanish, Chemistry, Shorthand, and the other subjects. We certainly did work hard, or we thought we did, for the credits which we have finally acquired and that will enable us to be the proud possessors of High School diplomas. In our Sophomore year, Bette Freese, Colleen Moore and Lucy Flynt entered our ranks. During our Junior year, we greeted another new student, Vickie Davis. Dot Miller, a swell girl, joined our eager group in our Senior year. I can truly say that the past twelve years have proven the happiest days of my life, and I feel sure that the other Seniors, particularly those who have gone through with me. can say the same thing. In the years to come we shall look back and say, Gee! wouldn't it be swell to be back at dear O'Donoghue at this time of year, when everyone is so excited about another group of graduates lwho like ourselves, todayj shall pass through O'Donoghue's portals for the last time as students and bid their fellow students farewell. MARY ANN 0'CONNOR. Page Eleven

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SENIQRS l JEAN MUELLER Jean Jean is our Public Speaker. Her friendliness and cute wit en- dear her to all. Her favorite pastime is making people smile. Page Ten MARY ANN O'CONNOR Mary Ann Somehow we think of Mary Ann as part of O'D. She has been here for so long, that the place will seem strange without her. She has a bright outlook on life as was proved recently when she had a very serious accident. We will miss her when she goes.

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Last Will and Testament We, the High School Graduating Class of 1947, feeling sound in body, and, we think, the same in mind, have finally come to the end. Having found it hard, but well worth the struggle, we would like to bestow upon some worthy persons, some- thing to remember each of us. To our Priests and Sisters, we leave our love and gratitude for seeing us through. To the Juniors, we leave all the Senior privileges, and if you are good, the number may increase. To the Sophomores, the honor of being upperclassmen next year. To the Freshmen, our High School dignity. Individually, we make the following bequests: I, Colleen Moore, leave: My belts to Helen Brown. About four inches of my height to Joyce Kendall. My ability to be on time for roll call to Fritz Pelone. My frizzy hair to Mary Daly. My ability to tell corny jokes to Sonny. My gift of pronunciation to my English teacher. I, Lucy Flynt, leave: My school spirit to Gloria Williams. disposition for finding fault to Jimmy Moffett. non-stop vocal chords to Betty Wright. My messy note book to anyone who wants it. My appreciation of a certain understanding Sister to Fritz Pelone. My popularity to Gail Reilly, if she needs it. I, Frances Ray, leave: My typing ability to Tommy O'Connor, hoping he will become the world's champion. My attention in Geometry class to Betty Wright. My curly hair to Elizabeth Soule, and, Liz, you won't have to roll it every night. My bottle of beer to Alvin Riddle. Don't drink it all at once. My love for Notre Dame's football team to Betty Anne Schachner. No remarks, Betty Anne. I, Mary Agnes Kelley, leave: Some of my excess avoirdupois to Joyce Kendall. With Colleen's height, you'll need it. My knack of getting into plenty of trouble to the Junior boys. My submission to correction to anyone who wants it. My ability in shorthand to some rising Junior. My love for the opposite sex to . . . no, I think I'll keep that. wild ways to Patty Durbin. pleasant disposition to Jerome Hagley, who always comments on it. My My My My My eternal gratitude to a certain Sister, for having given me something that no one else could. I, Jean Mueller, leave: To smoo . . . ooooth Lee Anne Bryant, I give a toast. To Mary Agnes Harris, who has said that she wished she were in my shoes, my saddle oxfords. Big shoes, fewer steps. To Helen Brown, my quiet ways. To Joyce Kendall, my angelic voice. Just a Bird in a Gilded Cage. I, Dot Miller, leave: My pencil remains to Wally Besser. Long may they last. My get and go car to Bob Siegle. My ability to back out of trouble forward to Dick Beatty. My comb with no teeth and my excess energy to Mary Daly, so that she can find time to comb her hair during Science. My ambition to go to college to Benton Moffett. A stick of dynamite to the Freshman boys. Please make use of it, someone, and get them to class on time. Page Twelve