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

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Leases go through with that we could do anything. December brought something new when the Christmas Formal was added to the list of activities. When we had finished seeing what Santa Claus had brought us we finally settled down to the practice for the Senior Play (!!!). It was here that the first surprise was dealt 11s for we learned to our chagrin that it was no longer a senior play. That certain class, of which we have already spoken suddenly tried to gain t(K many leads so we had to take measures in hand and work a little harder. Finally the actual cast was selected and the work began. Those Sunday afternoons when we just couldn’t seem to get our feet to go the way we wanted them to, and when the connections of our feet and the music seemed almost impossible, are still void memories. At last the final curtain fell and much to our surprise, since they were so rash as to trust the show to others besides the seniors, it was a great success. The town and papers raved about it for weeks and Sweethearts as our first musical attempt was the answer to what Sacred Heart needed. Our dreams after this soon settled down and we were counting the days until the Junior Prom, as this goes to press we are looking forward with interest first because we are anxious to see their attempt at this activity and secondly because of the pleasant evening. As we sit dreaming of this Prom, we suddenly find that we are growing sentimental for now at last we are beginning to realize that these were the “Best Years of our Lives” and that for many of us it means the end of school. As we go, however, we know that we leave her honor and glory in good hands in all the underclassmen. School days with its acquaintances, its carefree days when worn' and trouble were farthest from our mind are soon to end, we know, that we have had our measure of them all and it is time for us to bid adieu, it is with sadness, however, that we do say adieu for all that it has meant to us. It had its sorrows as well as its joys but despite the hardshps and inconveniences we did enjoy it. To the Juniors who will take over the management of the sehcx l spirit and to whom the task of being the example for other classmen will fall — we wish the very l est. You are both competent and willing. To the underclassmen we say — be loval to your Alma Mater and strive to bring her honor and glory, to our faculty and priests we say — our sincere thanks for everything that you have done to our fellow students — we sav Farewell and Adieu; To our Alma Mater we sav may vour name l e ever praised and honored — to God we address our prayer that we may be loval to the teachings we have received and never prove a disappointment to our parents, teachers and alma mater. May He and His Most Blessed Mother whom we honored every Monday keep us close to their hearts, ever loyal and obedient, never fearful of the world’s criticism, nor readv to compromise with false philosophies. It was marvelous while it lasted, but it didn’t last long enough. Class Will We, hereby will and bequeath to our underclassmen . . . Wilfred Bertonazzi my shyness to James Sessa Marie Boyle my Irish blue eyes to Mary Lou Hennessy Lucy Brignolo my homework papers to the Junior Class John Camp my build to Edgar Peterson Edith Cavagnaro my pep and energy to Joan Pagano Barbara Cervini my natural curley hair to Pat O’Brien

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Leases ings, for we could come down and see who brought whom and what kind of dancers they were. There was the bother of cleaning up of course hut after all, we were Juniors and somebody would manage to stay and do it. Across the horizon there broke a new sun for now we all lived in great anticipation to that Junior Prom. The gvm was decorated with much ado, tickets were sold quite easily, the seniors had been invited and all was aghast at the opening that evening of “Spring Ensemble.” The best ever, naturally, and no class ever decorated as well. With the joyful memories of this still in our heart we celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of the coming of the Sisters of St. Joseph to Vineland. Many of the former teachers came hack that day to help us celebrate with much pomp and ceremony. Then came Class day, and what a class day. Frankie Testa was on hand and few of us could keep our feet still as he played those smooth entrancing notes. Oh ves it was a great year and there was a hit of sadness in our heart when we went to Graduation that year for we knew that was the end of it all. Our remorse was, however, rekindled for now we knew that we suddenly became seniors and as seniors would he the leaders of the rest. Of happv thought, so it was with many dreams of what the following year would hold and many secret plans that we set off that summer, the summer when we were seniors. That September there were some mixed emotions within our hearts as we made the journey back. The feeling of sorrow since it was the ending of the vacation and the feeling of importance since we were seniors after all. With the air of all importance we t x k our places that day quietly and efficiently surmising the whole arrangement of things. We were the seniors and had to set the pace for all the underclassmen. The freshmen, naturally, were hopeless for they were so naive in their viewpoints. With proper aging they would probably live through it all. Tvping, Stenography. Chemistry, Histon' and French all fell into their proper places but no one took them too seriously, so things were pretty enjoyable. The one fly in the ointment, so to speak, suddenly appeared from a rather un- expected source for it seemed that the Juniors had suddenly grew to apparent maturity in the race for running things. It seemed hard to imagine that this was that small timid class that we had to hold the welcome party for to make them aware of the fact that they were in High School. Drastic measures had to be taken to keep this hidden enemy down. Saturday Night Dances continued so this gave us a chance to keep the social life intact, of course there was attached to these the necessary evil of cleaning up afterwards but after all Seniors weren t meant to do such menial tasks and after all we were seniors. The bus excursions to the awav games were still active and “Spaghetti” inevitablv turned up on these. It was at this point in the year that the bovs received word from John L. Lewis that thev would have to join the Window Washer’s Union while the girls did a rather efficient job in keeping the library well dusted. Tacks and spools of thread kept some periods in confusion, the trips to the Third Floor Lab when Sulfuric acid was found detrimental to stockinirs and that soap could often look like paint all made this vear the vear of vears. Per usual the French and religion tests found us much perplexed and worried. But we did manage to live through it all. High School life acquired a new aspect when the School staged an amateur show for the Hosptal Fund. The reminder of those costumes, that singing and musical selections still fills us with a certain sense of smugness, for after all when we mustered enough courage to

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Michael Corcoran Irene Crowley William Dechen Nicholas De Feo Rudv Del Beato Anna Di Palma Ralph Di Palma Alfred Festa Gloria Filipponi Joan Garvin John Giacometti Marie Girone Marie Grennon Ray Hemighaus Betty Hughes Mary Ann Jordan Walter Jost Shirley Kasper Marie Lalli Marie Lopergolo Ginger Martin Ida Mattioli Ginny McCorristin Corrine Michael Matthew Monari Larry Mucciarelli N a ncy Tu zzia rel 1 i Angelo Notaro Louise Palmieri Rosemary Perella Pat Pierantozzi Jeanne Reuss Therese Risi Emmanuel Romano Gloria Rosi Anthony Sanso Teresa Schneider Robert Scrivani Linda Sterrett Gloria Testa Charles Thalken Anna Troth Anna Capo Nancy Van Doren Josephine Virano James Wallace Jet Walsh Pat Watkins Jackie Westcott my plaster hair to Burt Martin my witty ways to Gloria Stefano my big talk to John Tarvin my blond waves to Albert Ricci my wit and humor to Jean Scarani my seriousness to Dot Healy my quietness to Dave Grennon my “ponies” to William Orlandini my chewing gum to Ramona Caterina mv giggle to Barbara Demmer my privilege of collecting roll slips to Jimmy Lelli my everlasting jokes to Dolores Lopergolo ... my giddiness to Doris Pepper mv English “accent” to Eddie Rochetti my potato chips to Irene Palmieri my dance steps to Angie Muccio my pompadour to Vic D’Alessandro my hair styles to Jean Healy my auburn hair to Frances Maniscalco my 4' 11 to Dolores Menz my dimples to Joyce Cobianchi my love for food to Patsy Mulligan mv desire for Math to Dolores Martin' my silhouette to Tina Buscemi ... my nose to Jerry Makowetski my cigarettes to Francis Gottardi my ability to act to Adele Menz mv nickname “Meatball” to Bill Sehl mv long black tresses to Mary Jane Duggan my short bangs to Elaine Guidetti my black curley hair to Jane Stone my crazy hats to Barbara Carli my gift of gab to Marguerite Riggio my singing voice to Stanley Tobolski ...my glasses to Kathleen Ilennessy my piano playing ability to Bob Gardanghi mv height to Gloria Gruccio mv ability to blush to Jimmy Grennon mv tailored look to Dolores Viano my “stage sneeze” to Lorraine Mariani mv gentleman like ways to George Castellini ...my lovely singing voice to Ruth Scravani .... mv skating ability to Marie Gruccio my love for dancing to Pat Kenny mv silence to Eileen Scarani ... my glasses to Joe Yore mv corny jokes to Edmund De Filippis my basketball captaincy to Helene Marx my cheerful disposition to Alberta Sheppard