Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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]!=)(= 3BE 3EI W V S n 1 ■ MARIE SASEEN, SAVANNAH. GA. Sassy As prone to mischief, as able to perform it. — Shakespeare. Judging- from her Social Listings, Marie is the social queen of the Academy. Marie is the sort who, when it is time to laugh, laughs out loud. Sassy is a typical S. H. A. girl, despite the many things she is accused of, and we will miss her. Sodality (4); Class President; Gradatim Staff; Magnet Staff; Debating Society (3) (4); Basket Ball (1) (2) (3) (4). HAIL MARY H — oping to reign on high with thee A— id us, O Mary. Star of the Sea: I — nflame our hearts to love thee more, L — ead us to God whom we adore. I- — other dear, both kind and true, A — re we not of the chosen few? R — cceivc us then in thy embrace, Y — hid to us in Heaven a place. (The above lines were composed by the oldest Sister, not only in the Community, but in the State.) ][=1C 31=11= 3(=]C

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1BC 3 EH KATHERINE FORD, BELMONT, N. C. Katherine True Humility, the highest virtue, the mother of them all. — Tennyson. Katherine is the S. H. A. Sphinx. but her interests in the Academy, make her a favor- ite with the Sisters and students. Being a ' ' town girl Katherine has had opportunities to befriend all of us. She is uncertain as to her future, but we wish her the best of luck on whatever road she may travel. Sodality ' 4); Class Secretary; Gradatim Staff; Debating Society (3) (4); Bridge Club. VIVIAN FRIERSON. SAVANNAH. GA. Little Viv Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness. — Shakespeare. Viv entered S. H. A. as a Freshman. Be- sides being a good student Vivian has baen active in the social and athletic achievemsnts of the school. We wish her the best of luck in all her undertakings. Sodality (4) ; Gradatim Staff; Magnet Staff; Debating Society (3) (4) ; Bridge Club; Bas- ket Ball (1) (2) (3) (4). :E!£ :e:e 35E

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ii=ni =ir=iF==li =ii=ir lUilcMctoni To day, I am moody. The bewitching strains of an old song are running riot through my memory. Mother used to sing that song ' way back in my cradle days. I must pause to listen. When You Come to the End of a Per- fect Day. That ' s enough. The other words are gone beyond recall. And, I ' m not sorry. The opening words are the Open Sesame to my mood. I have come to the end of a perfect school career. This morning marks that end. I am graduating now. The Sacred Heart Academy has just admitted me to its Alumnae. In my hand I hold its diploma. Gone are my school days. Am I glad or am I sad? A scrutinium of my conscious state would reveal lots o f gladness and heaps of sadness. A tear and a smile express themselves in the eyes of my soul. Today, my last day in school, marks the beginning of an individual life of responsibility. Today I begin to Paddl e my own canoe. No Sisters to keep me, to direct me, to encourage. I ' m on my own. Doubts as to my ability, hesitations as to my courage, questions as to my determination are persist- ent now, and tend to sadden a wee bit my perfect day. Today, my gradua- tion day, marks the end of delightful associations with the undergraduates, the end of loving companionships with my classmates, the end of sacred friendships with my teachers and the end of a happy life at the Academy. Who is there to chide me for harboring the saddening tear? But the tear is not dominant. A smile radiates from my soul. Why not? Today I am celebrating my triumph. I have won a diploma. To me it is a booty without price. Just think, the good Sisters have judged me worthy to be numbered among their graduates. Blame not my smile. Nay, rather smile with me. I ' ve won. But I must confess to the sin of selfishness in harboring this mood. Big I it has been — all the way through. Perhaps I have left you under the im- pression that this event is my own personal triumph. Be disabused, please, and pardon my egotism. It is true that I am a graduate, but I am just one — perhaps the least de- serving of the class. And I am speaking now not to sing MY praises nor to weep MY tears, but as a representative of the class. I have been chosen by them to say Goodbye. Maybe they are thinking and feeling in unison with me. They, too, are harboring tears and smiles. They, too, hear The End of a Perfect Day. But I must hasten to do their bidding. The Farewells must be said: To you, undergraduates — to you we leave the torch. Be it yours to hold on high — not for yourselves and not for Sacred Heart Academy, but for the onor and glory of God. Our years of association with you have indeed been happy ones. We beg of you, catch the strains of that song which pervad- ing our hearts, so that when your day comes, your day too, will have a happy ending. We bid you farewell. = = » ■ ■-» ' -i-mi =i r=v