Sacred Heart Academy - Perspective Yearbook (East Cleveland, OH)

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Q QQ-QQ-9.09-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-oo9-90000004-00900 ' Cfariri Mop egy Now that the graduation ceremonies were over the class of '45 was gathered together for a last time in Sister Mar- garet's room. There was much laughter as they recalled the experiences of the past four years. Suddenly there was a lull in the conversation and M. T. Walsh spoke dreamily, I won- der what we all will be doing ten years from now. I wish I knew, exclaimed Faith Di Corpo. So do I, the rest echoed. Immediately there came a feeble knock on the door and it swung open. There before them stood someone who belonged in some ancient legend: a wee, wizened, stoop- shouldered, old man wearing long purple robes and a comical hat, liberally besprinkled with the signs of the Zodiak. Bright eyes peered at them through strands of grayish hair and a gnarled hand beckoned to them. Who are you? they gasped. What do you want? I am an astrologerf' he replied in an exceedingly deep voice. Did you not wish to know the future? 'Tis a most propitious night. Can you really foretell what will happen? demanded Ann Wahl. Aye, to be sure, to be sure. just follow mef' and he turned and falteringly started down the hall. Come on, girls, urged their venerable president, it can do no harm. A few seconds later, they found themselves, astonishingly enough, on the roof, the stars shining brightly above them. From one voluminous sleeve the astrologer produced an immense telescope, complete with tripod, which he proceeded to set up. Ah, 'tis a most propitious night, he cooed, squint- ing through the lense. Who will be first? Adjusting the lense so that all might see, with wonder- ful vividness there appeared a vision of desks and chairs in a sort of amphitheater. ringed by a gallery which was filled with people. A calendar upon the wall bore the numeral l965 . A woman was standing on a raised dais, and, with a wealth of gestures, was exhorting her fellows to vote for the bill granting shorter hours and longer handled shovels to the sewer diggers. With a start we recognized ALICE HEALY, President of the Cleveland Council. The scene changed to a panorama of roofs and inter- secting thoroughfares, along which specks were crawling. In the foreground reared a maze of iron, a towering skyscraper. We draw one of the million blinds of an office window, and, lo! the efficient secretary is WILMA BARBER. Again the background vanished, to be replaced by a view of a country meadow. The farmers from the nearby homesteads were gathered in an attentive group to observe the artistry of a woman who, with deft strokes, was painting a bespeckeled cow. Peering closer, we discovered the artist's identity. She was BEVERLY WILKINSON. Even as we watched, another villager joined the group of onlookers. Her red note book branded her as a newspaper woman. Instinc- tively we realized that the newcomer was PATRICIA BUSHER. A sudden gust seemed to snatch away the picture, and we were seeing a neat little shop with plants and cut flowers on display. Across the plate glass Window was lettered in gleaming gold, the words ElLEEN MCKENNA - Florist. Once more there came a change. Parallel rails stretched out into the distance, and a golden trolley whirred along at breakneck speed. Waving from the motorman's window was our old friend, JOYCE JAKAB. A fog obscured the scenery, but an inner senseitold us that the vision represented the Frisco wharf. Sluggish water lapped at the bases of piles, liners screeched for the channel, white-winged pilot boats slipped by in the shifting vapor, like triangular ghosts. A skiff, with red polka-dot curtains, rolled beneath the shadow of the dock, and in it sat no other than MARY LOU KLAUER, millionaire potato baroness, just back from a quiet ocean cruise. Another scene flashed upno the globe - a level expanse of furrowed land beneath a smiling sky. In the foreground stood a farmerette, dexterously planting radishes. RUTH WIEHM, contented down on the farm . Next we were watching a striking iflly drive swiftly across a green surface, and a thrill passed us as we saw ROSEANNE MCGUCKIN canter into view. X Without warning there came another change, and we were watching a khaki-clad hunter draw a bead on a rushing tiger, The bullet sped true, but failed to halt the unfuriated beast. The hunter wheeled and sprinted over the horizon. As she fled we caught a momentary glimpse of her face and were somewhat astonished to find that she was GRACE MCNEELEY. A cloud of vapor obliterated the details, and we found before us a rose covered cottage. Peeking through a window, we find its housekeeper, her hair in a turban and a dusting cloth in her hand. In a moment we recognized this industrious little worker as RUTH WAINA. This scene was replaced by a long wooden building. Numerous benches extended along a work table down which tiny bottles were pouring. A woman sat on one of the benches placing labels on the sliding river of perfume bottles. She was RITA BEHRENDT. A The structure faded out, and there appeared a crowd of people standing before a window. Inside a slim woman was seated before a piano, pounding out Pomp and Circum- cumstancef' It was JEANNE SPINN, the wor1d's champion long distance piano player. ' A peaceful village street was now depicted, and one of its citizens trudged from house to house peddling a product. It was COLLEEN O'MALLEY, the Fuller Brush Lady. PAGE THIRTEEN Q -+++++++++4-+++-4-++-++-+++++-44-4, .

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ANN COLETTE WAHL Annie Editorial Staff Member-Memory Bk. Sodality and Organization 3-4 Athletic Asoc. 3-4 Glee Club 2-3-4 Basketball Varsity 3-4 Volleyball Baseball Jr. Red Cross 3 Dramatics Pros. 4 Winner of scholarshipfUrsuline College RUTH IRENE WAINA Ruthie Sodality 3-4 Latin Club 4 Dramatics 4 Jr. Red Cross C.S.M.C. 3-4 Transferred from John Hay KATHRYN MARIE WALLETTE -fKayn Sodality Freshmen Choir Gleo Club BEVERLEY ANN WILKINSON Bev Sodality 3-4 Glcv Club 3 Athletic Assoc. 4 Volleyball 2-3-4 Basketball 3-4 Band 3 Transferred from VillaAn2vla MARGARET MARY WORTHINGTON llVorthy Sodality Athletic Assoc. 3 Sec.-Trcas. 4 Volleyball 1-2-3-4 Basketball 1-2-3-4 All Star Team 4 Baseball 1-2-3-4 Whirlo Pres. I Glce Club 4 Freshman Choir C. S. M. C. Corn-S. Sec. Editorial Staff Member-Memory Bk. BEATRICE MARIE WURM Bea Sodality Athletic Association 3-4 Basketball 1-2-3-4 Volleyball 1-2-3-4 Whirlo 2 Jr. Red Cross 3 Student Council 3 95' RUTH ROSEMARY WIEHN nsijjyu Sodality Draamtic Club 4 C. S. M. C. Glec Club 4 Freshmen Choir Athletic Assoc. 3-4 Jr. Red Cross 3 Volleyball Basketball Business Committee-Memory Bk. PAGE TWELVE I aa 50 35. 30 -3-3369999393333l939693i3699lQ '

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With amazing rapidity, the vision was replaced by a view of the western prairies. A roan thoroughbred pranced into sight above a ridge, ANN SECHRIST riding easily in the saddle. And now a novel sight was spread before us. A wind- ing string of camels, the swaying frails laden with the riches of the Orient, wound slowly across the yellow floor of the Sahara. In a bobbing howdah, we discerned GERTRUDE HOVEY, the Oriental princess. An alkali cloud appeared in the middle distance, as a band of white burnoosed horsemen spurred their Arabian steeds over the dunes. A dashing leader rode at their head, her teeth gleaming wickedly through her well-groomed beard, as she contemplated the rich plunder of the hopeless caravan. lt was JEAN DAVERN, the bandit shiek. The sand became a varnished stage ,the crescent of horsemen changed to an arc of footlights, and the coppery sky was supplanted by a back drop depicting a business block and a billboard. From the wings shuffled a queerly dressed comedian, who slid nonchalantly upstage on the back of her neck. It was CARMELLA CONSIGLIO, the famous slap-stick artist on the Short Circuit. As a cinema scene is shifted, so was this, and our eyes fell upon a curly-headed clerk in a dairy lunch. As she filled a tall glass with a foaming milk-shake, we recognized MARY KAY COLLINS. Without warning a skyling of sawtoother ridges and waiving elms inserted itself in the picture. A shiny black automobile swerved into the center of the setting and slowed to pick up a passnger. The cab driver was MARY LOU FINN-her passenger RITA BRYLL, rushing to a garden club meeting of which she is the president. The earth appeared to drop out of sight. We glimpsed a banked expense of rushing clouds, and then there appeared the slender shaft of a flagpole. A woman was clinging to the very top with one hand, while she wielded a paint brush with the other. She was GIZELLA SOOS. This sight was suddenly removed, and we looked upon a very different picture. The blue sea lapped lazily at the PAGE FULIRTEEN edge of a strip of sand, fringed by stately palms. There in the sand dexterously building sand castles we find MARY KAY ROGERS and GEORGIANNA BENDER-two tanned figures in an Hawiian paradise. The distant horizon became possessed of life and rushed forward with sickening speed. We soon decried what appeared to be a huge gull wheeling across the sky. On closer inspection, we found it to be a monoplane, with ALINE MORGAN in the cockpit. The scene was altered once more. We found a well- kept park laid out within the crystal, a mansion set like a rare jewel in the beautiful surroundings. As we watched, a tall, young lady appeared in the doorway and we saw that is was CAROLE GRIFFIN, mistress of the Southern plan- tation. In an instant the interior of a newspaper office was revealed. A young woman sat behind a cluttered desk. It was LILLIAN LUNDER, writer for the love-lorn column. And now our eyes were probing the dimness of a forest cave. Within the grotto sat a white bearded hermit. XVith a gasp it struck us that this was EILEEN QUINN. We started violently, lurched against the globe, and the next thing we knew we were eyeing the jagged shards of the broken crystal. What were we do to? The maroon draperies parted and a blue-robed seer entered the room. Fear not, said he. Only mention the names of those whose destines you would learn, and I shall reveal the secret. Scarcily believing our senses, we murmured, MAR- GARET XWORTHINGTONH. The smystic responded at one: I see MARIE THERESE WALSH and RITA MULLEE waltzing on the grounds of Villa Angela in black habits. She of whom you spoke completes the trio. USADIE BOUHASIN, we ventured, and our companion took up the incomplete sence, -is employed as a Holly- wood yes-man. MARGE BRADY , we said softly. She is playing checkers with the confined patients in one of our large state hospitals, said the seer. I also see MARY JANE HOGE there in the starched uniform of a I-Iead Nurse, with ROSE MARIE COLINI as her assistant , continued the mystic. ELAINE CAVE, we interposed. She is to be found in our public library lecturing on the best sellers. HANITA PEDONE, said we. She stands before a revolving spindle in a great fac- tory building. She appears to be polishing airplane parts, said the magician. UNORMA O'BRIEN? I see a window display be- gan our informer irrelevantly, and each book in the show- case bears the name you mention. MARILYN DIEDERICHQ' we suggested. Has her own little tearoomf' Perhaps, we ventured, you would rather reveal the future without our assistance. For answer, the strange man burst forth in torrential speech. . Q-4-39331-93-969-3-3391-39393339693 .