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

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I I I I I PROLOGUE: God made you like a flower, this earth to adorn, yet you are His gift, created to brighten this earth of ours and gain therefrom your passport to heaven. 'Tis time for Mary, the lovely gardener, to transplant us, the sen- iors, from her garden of theoretical knowledge to her terrace of practical experiences, wherein we shall follow our vocations until we die the death of all created things. Whether we find ourselves as mothers, in the sisterhoods, or in the single state of life, we need have no fear, for the time spent here at Our Lady of Angels, the subjects taken, the efforts put forth have equipped us for all things to come. As sweet bud-like flowers, timid lilies of the valley, We entered the great valley of higher education-high school. After valiant struggles through freshman year, we conquered our initial feelings of strangeness. But there were many more months of getting ac- quainted with our new sophomore outlook on life, during which time we added the soft-tinted violet of realization to our educa- tion, coloring our minds, yet leaving us as humble children toward God and man. Junior year was a grand experience for us. Over night we seemed to gain courage, self-confidence, assurance. Grad- ually, as the glow of knowing more and the spirit of surging ahead shone brightly through us, we donned the bright, golden gar- ments of the stalwart daisy. Now our goal has been reached. In the final steps of cultivation, as seniors, we were bound together by the cords of pleasant mem- ories, the links of understanding. Perhaps all of us are a trifle sad, a little blue. Clustered thus together, we go out to face the diffi- culties of an adult world. With a sigh of regret We bid each class- mate farewell, beg her to carry on, and in time to come, ask her to remain a true forget-me-notf' Through these years, We have been guided by the tender hands of our parent-caretakers, nourished by the sunshine of knowledge from our teachers, bathed in the rains of faith and sanctity by our pastors and priests. With renewed strength and fervor, we go forth into the world, hoping to meet once again as the amat- anthine flowers in Our Blessed Ladyis eternal bouquet. -IANICE Pol-ILMAN

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