Rosary Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Watertown, MA)

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Class Prophecy of '48 il lb H ' ES ,. .' , iff fa YO? il K X J I l y i pw l f ' 5 4 ,, if Nj I ' I 3 gf r lzfmg :H5,, ' X 5 sv- P , il If ff One day an old year-book I chanced to find -f Of my class of '48 and it brought to mind 4 ' Familiar faces and gay voices of my schoolday friends, 'X ' p I W' p All the warmth and excitement that a year-book lends: l ' ' While Helen Brophy whose nickname was Honey IIKY XIKXX llxlvtl gi XX Iliff! xlrl IKXXXLK ,fl41xi tffxxxfl fwrffff xr if Yfklxyxxfi iff!! Rxxxlf X 'f 'if1f'L 1l- rfvrfwf igxkxf , Y! ,fl-,affix XKXXX' f,,wrXXxMx-rf fri' if 11' if f X x Is in a bank accounting money, Dolores Boudreau is at Symphony Hall Bowing her violin and enthralling one and allg And Mary Louise Hoar is just about to sing At a command performance for the queen and king. In an old brick building Barbara Lyons holds full sway Over her many new patients whom she gently nurses day by day. When they hear footsteps coming, all the patients hope and pray That it's blue-eyed Marie Skudris who is coming their way. Josephine Burke has tripped so much to folks with colds and fever, She, too, is a nurse and smiles so much her patients will not leave her Upon the operatic stage enthralling countless throngs. joan McCarthy has become a Star for singing her sweet songs. And here is Barbara Luongo rivalling Sarah Bernhardt's fame- Yes, she has climbed swiftly upward winning for herself a name. French, Geography, Etiquette, or Greek, each topic 'neath the sun Are handled in the lectures of Mary Anne McLaughlin. In little towns or great cities Ann Nash is quite renowned, For a better college teacher cannot seem to be found. Now, pupils, study and you will be as bright as a shiny penny, This sage advice so aptly given is that of Maryalice McKenney. Each time Patricia Reed, with hair like a story-book princess, Poses as the famous Dido, the author Virgil wintes. Peggy O'Donoghue helps the folks in Belmont banish their despair By broadcasting hints to housewives on Wednesday evening's air. 1001

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The days were getting warmer, and we, knowing that the year was soon going to end, were thankful that it left such pleasant memories. We ended our Sopho- mores' Tale. Half our journey viewed now we start anew. This is the Juniors' Tale. Timid and shy? Not at all, that is, until we saw our English books. The memorizing of that C. U. List presented a never-ending tax to our minds. When the newness of biology began to wear off, we ventured down to the new laboratory and spent many happy hours among the creatures of the animal kingdom. One of the highlights was the junior-Senior outing, when we took the seniors to see and hear the delightful operetta Blossom Time. Although we had no Junior play our talents were displayed by participation in the Stabat Mater at Easter. About this time we also had the honor of assisting at a Holy Hour conducted by our beloved Archbishop, Richard J. Cushing. The next thing on the agenda was Retreat--that heavenly break in the school year, then, practice for graduation. ' Attending the Seniors as maids of honor left but one thought in our minds- Next year we would be wearing the caps and gowns. Thus ended our Juniors' Tale. A The hardest done, the best to come. This is the Seniors' Tale. Seniors at last. Somehow we felt the same as we had when we were freshmen. Class rings, year-book, senior play, however, were now realities instead of fond dreams. In October we sponsored the annual Hallowe'en Partyg and then, midst the murders of Macbeth and the struggles of Virgil, we kept quite busy. Christmas found us presenting the Cantata in praise of the New-Born King, and practicing for our senior play. It was only after many tedious yet enjoyable hours of rehearsals that Little Women became a memory. Soon after, we had a formal, followed in the spring by Rosary's first prom. This year Retreat had a special meaning: It was our last here at Rosary. Its message fitted into our hearts and minds the responsibility of life on our own. Examinations over, desks emptied, farewells finished, we rose to receive our diplomas, realizing that our high school days were over. We dedicated ourselves for the last time to our beloved Rosary, resolving to keep high her standards and to respect her ideals. Then, as the strains of Pomp and Circumstance resounded through St. joseph's Hall, and we, the graduates, marched down the aisle, we reviewed the joyous and tender memories of our high school days-truly, the best years of our lives. With sincerity and gratitude we asked: God save this goodly company. Amen. Here end our Rosary Tales. -MARYALICE MCKENNEY

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The Javanese now are reading translations of her stories, While famous critics help to boost Miss Eleanor McDonough's glories. Her lovely smile still makes you feel all nice and topsy-turvy, It's on many New York billboards and belongs to Patricia Kirby. On the magazine pages lying here and there are hats and fabulous furs, Modeled by Miss Rosemary McCoy with a chic that is only hers. These beautiful tresses so artfully arranged in an intricate platinum coil Belong to Miss Patricia Narbut, who successfully advertises cocoanut oil. Betty Loberg I term a thief, though I pray you do not start, The victim let her do it, so she ran off with his heart. O'er Boston's young married set one lovely matron holds sway, Though Eleanor Stewart has changed her name, she's kept her winning ways. A lawyer who in recent years has won an abundance of fame Was known to us in '48 by janet Dunphy's name. I gasped for far above me a speedy airplane whirled, I waved to joan Welch, now Mrs. X. who Hies weekly 'round the world. lf you want a picture taken for your family or for your friend, Consult Miss Barbara Holley for one you will be proud to send. Miss Helen Baker leads the whirl in high society And the Nassau ladies are alarmed by her alacrity. Patricia O'Brien's clever sketches have won her fame and praise, lf she could accept all the offers, she would be drawing all her days. Angela Plescia is now a designer of gowns, surprising though it seems, Lest you be a doubting Thomas-every dreamer has her dreams. Miss Dorothy Crago renowned as a famous artist Is now in the Art Department of Magazines, and she always heads the list. Eugenia Cannuli would have become a famous humorist, But a certain John spoke for himself and she could not resist. The pretty children beg for cake, but mother gives them bread, For Jeanne F1eming's children on calories are fed. And now I just discovered Ruth Gillis in a tiny bungalow With curtains white, a kitchen, and a place where flowers grow. The happy future children will be free from all distractions, Now that Mary Adele Sheehan has invented a machine for working fractions. Who can this financier be who sits in majesty? It's no one else but Ann McCabe once Math. Star at Rosary. A most exclusive shop of ladies' specialties Is managed by Virginia Clinton, a connoisseur of these. Mary Margaret .Donahoe now experiments with the sod In her own laboratory her helpers hasten at her nod. One of her ablest, Camille Glossa, a recent R. N. Is always near to help to dissect a rabbit or a hen. When getting up a bridge or tea, we always seem to need her, They say of Miss Jacqueline Moore who is quite the social leader. And that smartly dressed woman, Virginia MacLean, Is a full-Hedged Cape Coder and dwells just down the lane. Lorraine Gaudet with her beautiful brown eyes and very graceful hands Is happily re-reading and re-folding the announcements of her wedding banns And just what became of Sara York? flf you can't guess, that's me J They say she is lying exhausted in the shade of an old apple tree. -SARA Yonx