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

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IN MEMORIAM SISTER M. LUCITA, S.S.J. WE REMEMBER YOUR . . . Boundless enthusiasm for life, Merry laugh and tender smile; Disregard of personal pain,— Sympathy for another's. WE INVOKE YOUR AID . . . Who now among the saints you loved so well Can help us as we go forth To make our lives a fitting tribute to your memory.

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REVEREND GEORGE E. SHARKEY Much respected by the entire stu- dent Ixxly for his untiring efforts to forward Sacred Heart, Father Zimmer merits our grateful appreciation and lasting admiration. Though only with us a little over one year. Father Sharkey has en- deared himself to the whole student body, through his energetic efforts and innumerable sacrifices for us, especially in our sports and social activities. He is well liked and it is our sincere wish that he will continue in this way for manv years to come. REVEREND CHARLES H. ZIMMER

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Class History Our hearts were young and gay that bright September morning in 1943. Mom wiped away a few tears and Pop burst a tew buttons when they saw their little darlings setting off for their High School career. As we attended Mass that morning we knew that S.H.H.S. now had a class that would long be remembered. We knew that we were destined to break all records, but, alas alack, there were few who would agree with us. As we left Mass and took up our high school life, tears filled the eyes of all who stood there watching us for now they knew that Sister Dolores Christi’s babies had grown up. To the eyes of all the upperclass- men, however, we hadn’t advanced one bit since we all sat in Sister’s classroom. We soon learned why our chests had been swelling for we discovered that now for the first time Sacred Heart High School had two Freshmen classes. That first day with its a -f- bs; its amo— amare’s and its H20’s made our head spin a bit but we wouldn’t admit it for there were many strangers with us now who came from other parishes than ours and with whom we had never been in class before. That first year, of course, was a quiet one for no one was ever aware of the Freshmen unless there was work to be done and then they were the most im- portant people in the school. When it came time for the dances we fell back quickly into our niche for no one ever thought freshmen were old enough to know how to dance. When you finally did build up enough courage to get out on the dance floor you could see the eyes of everyone upon you, with a mixture of two emotions; — one of amazement that we could be so bold, the other of pity at our helplessness and you knew very well that in their hearts they were saying Does your mother know you’re out!’’ To add to the general confusion, they had us all fingerprinted which in no small way created the impression of There s the Culprit”. Oh what joyful bliss that first year when we knew nothing and knew we didn’t when our theme song was still Mammy ”. As the months wore off and we got used to our present surroundings, we caught the excitement of the new production of “Mother Carey s Chickens” but this too had a very remote bearing on our life concerning itself mostly with ticket sales and lists for patrons. With the coming of Spring and preparations for the Prom our theme song became “Make believe” but our hopes always remained hope and our dreams were all “Paper Moons”. May with its Procession as the culmination of weekly Sodality meetings was closelv followed by June which carried with it the fears of grad- uation. Our knees that night kept time with the organ notes as some of the more fortunate intellectuals went up to carry off the honors. Many resolutions were formed that night about what we would do next year in class. That night did wonders for us for we seemed to have aged immensely, we were no longer Fresh- men but now Sophomores and suddenly we gained in popularity with the upper- classmen. That first summer as High School Students must have been a warm one for it dried up most of our fonner zeal and the resolutions of that night of graduation faded as mists before the sun. The bells of the following September seemed to have a more plantiff call as they summoned us back to the classroom and we still had some zeal but it seemed to have fallen into our shoes to make each step back to Myrtle and Landis harder to take.