Sacred Heart Academy - Angeline Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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4 THE ANGELINE 744 ,Qaeda-4 Published mfontfhly during the scholastic year at Sacred Heart Academy, 3107 Lexington Road, Louisville. Kentucky. STAFF Editor-in-Chief . .FRANCES GUIGLIANO MARY ELLEN REYNOLDS Asst, Editors PHYLLIS COVATTA CAROLYN ROBERTS Music Editor .... PEGGY FITZGERALD Sports Editor ......... ADI-:LE CLEM News Editor .......... Doms DANT Staff Columnist. . .MARTHA BUSKIRK Staff Cartoonist ........ PAT KELLY Staff Informer . .ANNA LEE SHIPPEN Mission Reporter. . .LOUISE STICKEL MARCIE DRIETEACH Cir. M rs. 5 PATSY COSTELLO Business Mgr. .... RITA MCDERMOTT Reporters - PATRICIA SHIPMAN, FLORENCE ZIRNHELD, LAURA RON- ALD, REGINA BELMONT, MARY ANN EBERT, RosE MARIE OTTE. Vol. 34 June. 1942 No. 6 OPPORTUNITY We are now at the crossroads. Having fulfilled our four years of apprenticeship, we are ready for the golden opportunities of life with its struggles and trials, happiness and joys, which are all part of God's plan for us. I see a cloud of dust covering a battle ground. Confusion and dis- order reign supreme. Swords shock upon swords, and shields clatter. The standard bearer of the King is strug- gling valiantly but hopelessly to hold the banner aloft. Soon he is hemmed in on all sides by the foe. Believing his sword no match against those of the enemy, he throws it aside and gives up. But there comes another in the King's army who is scouring the battlefield to aid the stricken. Seiz- ing the cast-off sword, he rushes to the front as standard bearer, and hews the enemy down, saving the great cause of the King. Many times His banner will waver and threaten to be submerged by the fierce storms of life, but, we, Sa- cred Heart Academy girls, will not be cowards. We will grasp the sword welded of the ideals of Christ, and dash to the front many times to save the Catholic cause and uphold its standard, while those who have not built up Christlike weapons of sterl- ing worth, will fall back in the '4Hud- dled Procession content to let THOUGHTS FOR ALL TIMES We, who are graduating in this year of 1942, have a great respon- sibility to society. We have reached the springtide of the Christian life. Our twelve years of splendid Cath- olic training can be compared to a seed which has been sown and nur- tured. It is up to us to continue to develop this seed, to give it a chance to live and beautify the lives of others. What a great misfortune it would be if this seed never came to fruition! We, forty-eight, like the forty- eight states, must stand together, we must prove in the years to come that we are Catholics in the true sense of the word, that we are followers of the Master. We must show by our lives that the years of careful Christ- like training, of firm grounding in the principles of our Faith have not been in vain. Our privileges and op- portunities have been great, there- fore, our responsibilities are great. We will have a great account to render on Judgment Day if we do not show the world what it means to be a product of the Catholic school. And so, dear Sacred Heart Acad- emy, where we have received such valuable aid on the road to salvation, we leave you our love and loyalty, with a fervent prayer that for many years you will stand, giving to count- less other young girls the same blessings which we have received. Phyllis Covatta '42 A PARTING PRAYER What delightful days are they- Our school days! Lingeringly we turn away These last hours, yet glad enough That we have lived the four years At S. H. A. So, with faces lit with delight Yet with sorrow, we stay But to thank our teachers and say Thanks-for the memory! Good- night! loan Neurneyer '42 their priceless treasure be carried off by the common vultures who lie in wait for the booty of those who are asleep at their posts, or who are indifferent to the struggles of life so long as they do not foresee any earthly or material gain for them- selves. Frances Giugliano '42 AT THE CROSS ROADS fApologies to Richard Hoveyj To you that go east, and to you that go west- For the ways of our lives must sever- It may be protest, it may be request, Not knowing, we may part forever. But whether we meet or whether we part fFor the future is only God's know- ingl, Here's a pledge from my heart to a graduate's heart, On the ways we all are going. Here's luck! For what life is bestowing. Perhaps we shall win, or perhaps we shall lose, As the days of our lives pass on, Whether against our wishes or the way we choose, The sun may shine through at the dawn- And yet some of the best go under. But whether we're young or whether we're old, Let's win all the time, and no blun- der. Here's luck! That no classmate goes under. Pat Kelly '42 FALSE TRAILS-BEWARE! Co not abroadg return upon thy self g truth dwells within man's soul, said St. Augustine. How often in the years to come, will we have the occasion to plumb the depths of St. Augustine's state- ment. Yes, there will be false trails, cowardly paths, trodden by the me- diocre, but we will not look here for our greatest treasure-Cod. The glamour and the glory of the world will shine before our very eyes, but, be not blinded by this false light, for it is not here that we expect to find our Treasure. God dwells not in these wonders No, as we have been taught in the happy four vears, now behind us, we shall not find Him here, but we shall search our own inmost soul and there reach the answer to our de- sires. As we leave the portals of our loving Alma Mater let us remember her teaching always. Let us take out the superfluous from our souls, deck and beautify its mansions, keeping them that way forever, for He wants to dwell there. Give Him room. Carolyn Roberts '42