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

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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.

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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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The Society page always interests me. Mr. and Mrs. S. of Naugatuck announced the coming marriage of their daughter, Judith. Way back in '34, Mrs. S. was Catherine Sullivan. New York society, I notice, is planning a gala reception for that golden-voiced Metropolitan soprana, Miss Rita Corden, who has just returned from a winter on the Riviera. The reception is to be attended by Franklin D. Roosevelt, who is still president. When he is at the White House, his oiiice secretary is-I bet you can't guess -yes, Violet Tartaglia. The women's page has a syndicated article on sewing by Mary Marsele. Do you remember how fond she was of sewing? She's teaching it at home, too-to her five daughters. Eleanor Crisci has become famous in the field of Oratory. Her latest talk was to the members of the Waterbury Women's Club. In the realm of education, Mary Minnervini is making quite a name for herself. She was quoted several times by Eleanor. You know, of course, that Mary is head of the State Teachers' College in New Britain. And Julie Cavanaugh is teaching French in a Boston High School. Boston always did hold a fatal attraction for Julie. My eye is caught by an ad from W'orth's in New York. I wonder if that model can be Anita Blower, our lovely blonde. That's what she is doing now, and Phyllis Chestone is buyer for that same firm. At present, Phil is in Paris acquiring ideas on what the well- dressed woman of 1954 will wear. While we are on the subject of fashions, do you know that Mary Foy is .a famous designer? She predicts that we are going back to the Hoop-skirt era. Spare us, Mary. My radio columnist on the next page tells me that Mrs. Lanny Ross is speaking tonight on the College Girl of Today. Mrs Lanny Ross used to be Mary Sweeney. She is introduced every Wednesday evening by the golden-voiced announcer of Station S.W.A.K.-none other than Ann Phelan. Another speaker tonight is our quiet Christine Costello, the national president of the W. C. T. U. They tell me she is doing splendid work. A report of the Citizens' National Bank confronts me on the financial page. Mary Grant, is the president of this bank, and is reported to be the highest salaried bank executive in the world. The first vice-president and treasurer of the same bank is Frances Dougherty. The iire is dying out. I am tempted to prolong it by throwing my newspaper on. But no, I cannot do that. I must keep the paper. The fire is going, going fast, but the paper that remains will help to keep 'fmy golden memories aglowf'