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

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THE CLASS OF 1934

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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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We could not forget good St. Valentine. For the third time we abandoned our cares to disguise ourselves as maidens from for- eign lands coming to pay tribute to the Queen of Hearts. What enchantment. The annual student retreat began immediately after the mid-year exams, a fitting time, it seems, to go apart. Father O'Connor, a Vincentian, was the Retreat Master What an active period it was, and how the time flew! It is a cherished and time-honored custom on the May Day, to dedicate ourselves to the love and protection of Our Blessed Mother. The Act of Consecration is read, the school hymn, Queen of the Angels , grown lovelier with age and use, is sung. Our gift of roses we lay at the feet of Our Lady. The procession and ceremony are simple, but the privilege of celebrating this festal day, will linger in our hearts, sending them back in spirit year after year to pledge our love and devotion to Our Blessed Lady of Mercy Exams came quickly and went even more quickly, and before we knew it we were watching the Seniors present their class play, The Thread of Destiny . Aud we were proud of the success which they achieved. Only a few days later, on June 13th, their gradua- tion exercises were held, and we succeeded to their heritage. CHAPTER THE FOURTH September 1933! What magic that date holds for us! With what a happy sound it falls upon our ears! It was the key that un- locked for the class of '34 its Senior Year. Naturally, at first, we were invested with a new dignity and pomp. But how long did it last! We were immediately drawn into scholastic and social whirl. We can never forget the scholastic part of our Senior Year, but lest we forget, do you remember:- Mercy Day opening the social season at Sacred Heart High School? For one morning, classes were rushed in and out of as quicklpy as possible. Remember how we romped and played, for- getting our newly-acquired dignity? Hallowe'en with all its ghosts, goblins, old-fashioned girls, and maids of many lands? Our last Hallowe'en in our dear Alma Mater, somehow that thought stood out foremost in our minds. How our class made its first formal debut on the stage? We wandered back, in imagination, to those days when men were knights, and ladies were damosels. No offence meant, but we really beat any other play presented on that stage. Christmas, Santa Claus, grab-bag, and tree? Wasn't our tableau beautiful? Didn't our Babe of Bethlehem seem nearer to us? We can't skip over that Vacation following Christmas. It came as a resting period which we so sorely needed.