Our Lady of the Angels Academy - Angelican Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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We were Juniors. We understood eaeh other quite well by then, so that our last year spent at Lodi was also our happiest. We lost three members of the Faculty that year: Sister M. Azelle, Sis¬ ter M. Rita, and Sister M. Leandra. The newcomers. Sister M. Simplicissima and Sister M. Deograce, soon won our favor by their ambitious and inexhaustible capacity for work and improvement. We were glad to retain some of our old teachers, who had in two years’ time become dear to us. Many “breaks” came our way, so that good times were frequent and very welcome. A visit to the Botanical Gardens was a special treat to the Biology Class -— and held trips were unforgettable experiences. Dissections proved in¬ teresting and enjoyable. We valued our frog “jackets” so highly that we wrapped one up as a gift for our English teacher. Unfortu¬ nately, Sister couldn’t see it our way, and told us to take the “horrible thing” away. No, our love of fun did not leave us in spite of apparent docility. An episode in the upper extremity of the house, at an unearthly hour, testifies to its presence. We will never forget our quest for “siusy,” (our original expression.) On Tuesday morning August 22, 1944 Reverend Mother Mary Alexis announced that a new Juniorate at Enfield, Conn., was welcoming us home. After much preparation and anticipation we left Lodi. Our last year was a tranquil one. We were deeply engrossed in our studies. Chemistry was entirely new and deeply interesting, the old faithfuls: English, Religion, Polish. French and History were also attacked with vigor. Everything was new, so we had to begin over again. Freshman days were recalled as we blushingly blundered into the wrong places. Soon, however, we became accus¬ tomed to our new environment and settled down to a busy, happy year. Frequent plays called upon our dramatic abilities. The guidance of our dear Mother Directress and the Faculty prepared us for the realization of our aspirations — our entrance into Noviti¬ ate. With our goal in full view, we endeavored to follow their wise counsel. Now, as Graduation Day comes upon us, we cast one more backward glance at bygone days, and bid a fond farewell to our ALMA MATER. s

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CLASS HISTORY Nine inexperienced Freshmen tumbled into the gates of I. C. High during the summer days of 1941 — June 23rd to August 31st inclusive. Common sense Catherine, rollicking Conny, jolly Molly, friendly Flora; spirited Theresa, reserved Carolyn, peace loving Emily, generous Florence, lovable Sophie — we were as different as each individual snowflake. Still, a common purpose wove a strong bond among us. Freshmen days were carefree and gay, though at times, they included embarassing moments. One incident is particularly amusing. A fresh batch of newly arrived “Freshies” was anxious to learn the numerous customs. One of these was kneeling down hourly for a short adoration at the sound of the cha¬ pel bell. By mere coincidence, Mother Virginette walked in at such a moment. So, the next time Mother entered the community room, the Freshies reverently knelt down to the hearty amusement of all. Our wonderful store of knowledge was on one occasion fittingly represented by green bows, and we were proudly presented to an auditorium full of Sisters, who applied their knowledge of First Aid to practice — on us. Embarassing? Certainly! Timidity became a thing of the past the minute we turned Sopho¬ mores. An adventure-loving spirit took hold of us, and a confidence in our new dignity combined with it to spell m-i-s-c-h-i-e-f. After all, we were Sophomores, not “greenies.” The arrival of a new¬ comer to our legion completed the cycle of Florences — “Flora” — “Florcia” — and now “Florka.” We killed Caesar, revolutionized Geometry (but somehow passed our Comprehensive examinations.) As Sophomores we were English-conscious. We enjoyed our fre¬ quent dramatizations — and over-used our newly acquired vocabu¬ lary. “Oh, don’t be so meticulous” (with a marked stress on the last word) or “It’s enough to make me demented” were common phrases. Our zeal had one good effect. It increased our vocabu¬ lary (not to mention the patience) of the other silent sufferers. After this turbulent year came a calm because —

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ANALYSIS O — utstanding as Florence R. • U — seful as Jane P. R — efined as Therese G. L — ikeable as the Freshies. A — mbitious as Theresa G. D — etermined as Clara N. Y —outhful as Dorothy G. o — bedient as Emily P. F — riendly as Celia W. A — miable as Sophia Z. N — eat as Eugenia S. G — rateful as Jeanette T. E — xact as Carolyn R. L — ight-hearted as Jane P. S — ociable as Tess C. A — thletic as Celine C. C—omical as Beverly B. A — lert as Clara N. D—ocile as Emily P. E — nergetic as Celine C. M — oderatc as Celia W. Y — oung as we are.