Our Lady of Angels High School - Amaranth Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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there in the company of Mary and the Holy Angels that he found his answer! From that little chapel of Saint Mary of the Angels, the Blessed Mother sent out Saint Francis and his disciples to preach to the world again the doctrine of her Son so often forgotten by men. It was the doctrine of true and lasting peace and joy which comes through sacrifice and selflessness founded on contempt for material things and Victory over self. It was the one safe cure for all wars, because it offered to men interior peace of soul. That too few accepted this teaching every one is aware. But, like Saint Francis, what can you do about it? For four years you have had the good fortune to sit at the feet of Our Lady of the Angels, to bask in the sunshine of her smile, and to drink in the graces which she most certainly must shower on your school. Like Saint Francis you, too, have been building-building the important adolescent years of your lives under the loving guidance of Mary and the daughters of Saint Francis. Not only have you received in Marys school knowledge so Vital in facing life, but inspired by Saint Mary of the Angels, as was Saint Francis, you are now sent into a war-torn world to live your lives so that you may bring peace and joy to the rest of mankind as well as to yourselves. Mary expects you to teach by your lives that Christian doctrine of unselfishness and self-conquest inculcated in you by word and example in her school. You have a big job to do, so take Mary With you. Make of your hearts little chapels dedicated to Our Lady of the Angels wherein the Blessed Mother will reside all your life to guard you against forgetting what she expects of you, to help you light the good fight? And should dark days come, you need but turn your eyes to your Queen of the Angels and she will give you the strength to come usmiling through? mew. Seraph UN Zeitz, Q C7 m. NW Page fifteen

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Hnd, here we are . . . THE SENIORS . the Class of '42 . . . One hundred, twenty-four of us Who came- SMILING THROUGH