Sacred Heart High School - Golden Book Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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twould have been otherwise, but 'twas not to be. However, a few days after the departure of Father McTeague, we welcomed our new principal, Rev John Dial. 7 Father Dial, from the very beginning, showed an active inter- est in all our activities, and his pleasing personality has endeared him to all the students of S. H. H. We next entered six weeks of earnest study in preparation for our final exams, determined to succeed. The 'Senior Class Play, Twelfth Night , was an enormous suc- cess, and we assisted at the Class Day Exercises, our last assembly with the Seniors of '32. On June 14th, with mingled joy and sadness, joy for the new life upon which they were entering, and sadness at the thought of their departure from S. H. H., we bad farewell to our sister class, and sent our heartiest wishes for success after them, as their eager feet stood at the threshold of a new land. Blessed year at S. H. H.! In spite of its mortifications and sacrifices, it left an indelible impression on our hearts and helped us to appreciate more deeply, the joys of our Junior Year. CHAPTER THE THIRD And so it goes, does it not? No sooner does one enter the gay ballroom than, lo, the music stops ! Once again did we gather our pencils and papers, zealous of pursuing the qualities of courage, determination, energy, faith and high-heartedness, this time to be Jolly Juniors. As the days approached rapidly we found ourselves playing hostess to our sister class on Mercy Day. Many new students from far and near were received into our midst with open hearts. Our annual trip to Hartford, looked for with much anticipation, again made us the happy guests of the Novitiate. While witches hustled to and fro on their broomsticks, Joanne Moore, alias Mrs. Smith, found it in all earnestness, rather amusing to convey to her sympathetic parson that it was the loss of her St. Bernard dog that she was mourning, not the loss of her husband. Indeed we did prove ourselves jolly that Hallowe'en Day. With love no tongue can tell we paid homage to the Christ Child at Bethlehem. Sure of His love forever, we accepted from Him, what He sent, and we went forward, day by day, prepar- ing for our tryst, with love's long Path in sight. And then the day arrived that we Latin students were to debate on the questiong Was Catiline justified in attempting to over- throw the Roman government? Joanne Moore and Eithne Doyle vigorously and successfully upheld the aiiirmative side.

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The Senior Class- ofiiciated at the Christmas exercises and en- tertained us with a play depicting the spirit of the season. We were now used to the daily routine of Sacred Heart. Wed- nesday and Friday we had Physical T-. Every Friday we had two hours of Drawing. Every two weeks we had a literary club meeting -Father McTeague presiding. In February we had our three days retreat with Father 0'Brien as our retreat master. Each day we heard Mass and received in- structions. On St. Patrick's Day we planned a rose garden and we dressed in pink and green to carry out the color scheme. On May first we had our annual ceremony in our Blessed Mother's honor. Surely she smiled on us and bestowed a choice blessing on the girls, gathered in the cause of her love to express their devotions. The C. U. A. exams came oh May 18, and stayed for a long week. This year for the first time the Seniors gave a remarkable class play with Sister M. Reginald as coach. We all enjoyed their presentation of Whatsoever Ye Sow. It was a fitting close to a memorable year. CHAPTER THE SECOND ' 4 Refreshed and eager, as a result of the happy summer vaca- tioin, thirty-eight spirited sophomores assembled in the second-year room on the first day of school, September, 1931. The school year began quietly and earnestly, but it was soon evident that Old Man Depression , who was just then beginning to show his fangs to most of us, was destined to snatch away many of our former school pleasures and privileges. On October twelfth, we wistfully sacrificed our much-awaited trip to Hartford and brave- ly turned our thoughts toward the joys of Hallowe'en and Thanks- giving. At our Christmas festivities, we sadly missed the Tree, but were happy in the thought that the Infant Jesus received all these little sacrifices as brilliant gems, with which He will some day array us in heaven. Ten days of breathless, glorious Christmas holidays, and we were back at our posts, awaiting with mingled dread and appre- hension, our Mid-Year Exams. !After these unwelcome but inevita- ble visitors, we entered joyfully into our annual retreat, which ,to our great pleasure and advantage, was preached by the Rev. James Sullivan. While we were still enjoying the aftertastes of those beautiful days of Retreat, our hearts were stunned and saddened by the news that our beloved principal, Rev. John McTeague, because of ill health, was to be taken from us. If prayers were to any avail,

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THE CLASS OF 1934