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

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How we dreaded going back to school, then! Those leering mid- year exams were staring us in the face, seeming to say, It Won't be long now. But even exams have to end. It wasn't all study after the exams. Remember our combina- tion Valentine and Mardi Gras entertainment? And then, can we forget that gorgeous blizzard of February 20, that gave us two days off? But we had to pay for them? Sure, and what about our St. Patrick's Day fun? Begorra, but we enjoyed ourselves! Our longed-for Easter vacation was shortened by the afore- mentioned blizzard, but with only a few more months of school, We didn't mind-much. Then came the day long-awaited! We presented our class play Monsieur Beaucaire to the public, who acclaimed it as an unex- pected and grand success. May Day! What memories it arouses in our hearts. Mary reigned as Queen in our hearts and received our humble homage. May She guide us through life as well as She has during our four years' sojourn in Sacred Heart High School. We are facing the future now with a sigh of regret and a feeling of expectation. Our days in dear Alma Mater are num- bered. So, all we can do is: LOOK AHEAD ! I am done with the years that were. I am quits. I am done with the dead and the old. They are the mine worked out. I delved in their pits, I have saved their grain of gold Now I turn to the future for wine and bread. I have hidden the past adieu. I laugh and lift hands to the years ahead, Come on! I am ready for you!

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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.

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CLASS PROPI-I ECY A log in my fireplace bursts with a crackling sound, scattering its blazing embers. From my radio come the haunting strains of a waltz of yesteryear: Throw another log on the fire, Keep my golden memories aglow. A cheerful and protecting warmth envelops me. I close my eyes and see those Senioritas of '34 dancing to those poignant strains. They were a lively set, those girls, dancing through girlhood with a carefree nonchalance. It was from memories such as these that I turned to my news- paper and- Ye gods and little fishes! Miss Kathleen Gamble has scored another hit in Congress with her brilliant speech-making. Of course, we all expected something worth-while from Kaye-but this! In private life, you know, she is Mrs. H. S. and has the most ador- able twins! A Another front-page headline! Dr. Doris M. Sills, today, per- formed a delicate brain operation on Mlle. Mabelle Burns, the fa- mous stage star, at the Doctors' Hospital in New York. I remember how she enjoyed cutting up little bugs during Biology, but I never pictured her with a surgeon's knife. Speaking of doctors, do you know that both Catherine Fleming and Ruth Moran married doctors? Yes, they did enter training at St. Francis', but two young internes convinced them that white cottages with green shutters were more attractive than hospitals. Naturally, Ruth and Catherine are neighbors. Here is an appealing articles for funds made by Miss Mary A. T. Martin, for the orphan asylum in Wolcott, of which she is matron. No, Mary is not the only one doing charity work. Rita Gannon and Mary Horan left last week to do missionary work in China. Before they left, they were aided most generously by Miss Rita Deegan, the well-known screen comedienne and multi-millionaire. The theater page is advertising a good film, playing at the Palace this week. It is The Queen of Hearts , starring two rivals and arch-enemies as leading ladies, Joanne Moore as Dido , and Edna Blanc as Anna , I can assure you that nothing but the best is shown at the Palace since Eithne Doyle became its manager. Just below the Palace ad there is another for the Rose Gardens . Have you ever dined there? The food is excellent, and there is dancing every night to 2:00 A. M. Mary Izzo has made quite a fortune as its manager.