Sacred Heart High School - Vine Leaves Yearbook (Vineland, NJ)

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CLASS SONG To the Melody of “O Lord. I am not worthy.” O Sacred Heart Catholic High School To you we will be true; And we’ll hail your dear old colors. The Red and the Blue. And. when we’ve passed your portals, We will think of you each day. We will love our Alma Mater, For always, for aye! And now. dear Sacred Heart High, We have to say—goodbye; We will stand true to thee, Your class of thirty-three. —EDWARD BERAULT ARNADE 11

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PLEASANT RETROSPECTS It seems but a few years ago that we started our career of seeking knowledge in the baby grade” of Sacred Heart School. Step by step, we progressed in our studies. Little by little, we acquired what then appeared to be a vast store of learning. It was not until we became acquainted with the fundamentals of an education in the wearisome classes of grammar grades, that we realized, and still realize, how little we really do know of the book of life. Our grammar school history is rather uneventful, containing incidents more or less common to all such histories. Yes, I believe we were quite a normal class in this respect. During all these years of struggling with dif- ficult lessons, and sometimes of exasperating our teachers, we were un- consciously paving the way for a higher education. This brings us to the journey through high school. It was a rainy day in September, yet not cold nor cloudy, as this would suggest, for occasionally the sun shone forth to warm and encourage the young hopefuls applying as Freshmen of Sacred Heart High. Thus, were we initiated into our Alma Mater. We were model Freshmen—, model, that is, if you consider the mean- ing of Freshmen.” If playing pranks during class hours, openly defying the petitions of our teachers to be quiet, refusing to prepare our lessons whenever we felt like it. infesting the entries at noon hour, or enacting our motto. The noisier the merrier, would imply that we were a bit too fresh for Freshmen, then I’m afraid we were that. Nevertheless we were soon to experience the veracity of the proverb, “He who laughs last laughs best.” Shortly after the Christmas holidays the kind and all-too-gentle Sister Mary Henry was transferred. An apparently inhuman and extremely cruel sister was substituted. And did we “chalk the line?”—Those were miser- able days. So much so. that half the class had decided to quit school en- tirely. But something happened. Virtue cannot be hidden for long. Not only were we transformed, but the very atmosphere itself underwent a complete change. Our teacher threw off the fiendish mask of coercion and became the considerate and loving Sr. Aloysia that she is by Nature. That was the beginning of a new era of achievement. With such an inter- ested teacher to guide us, we followed her suggestions of publishing a Class Book which we called “San Cuore”—the first, and as yet the only Class Book to be published by a Freshman Class in S. H. H. S. Nor did we shirk our duty in any passing activity. On the day assigned for the Book Party, each and every Freshman contributed a book to our then incomplete li- brary. Not even when the time drew near for our daily talks in the Assem- bly. did we Freshmen falter in our determination. With the able guidance of Sr. Aloysia, we delivered a series of talks on various World Prizes and 13