Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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3G3E 3E3C 3 ESC Dear Sisters of Mercy, under whose loving care we have been the past four years — the memory of you will always be sacred. In bidding you good- bye, we hesitate to thank you for the patience, justice, and love you have always given us. May we, dear classmates, carry their lessons all through life. To you, dear Sisters, we do say Thank You and Goodbye. Classmates, I have done your bidding. Thank you for having selected me to voice your farewells. Now, we have our own Goodbyes to say. The tear increases, the smile diminishes. Let us be brief. Words aggravate the pain. At the end of this perfect dav, let ' s kiss and pray, — God bless us all — Fare- well ! — Gertrude Field With arms outstretched you welcomed us, When we came to S. H. A. Oh bless us now, dear Sacred Heart ! Ere from here we go away. 3G3E 3H[ 3E3

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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

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ir=i i ' =11 ii=i i n =[ (Concerniim Ms There is a certain passage in Cicero ' s memorable De Scenectute which, in our language, means Men on reaching the peak of their accomplish- ments, love to sit back and tell of the ways they managed their good for- tune. Then again, from Shakespeare, we could offer the phrase, The evil ihat men do lives after them. We feel that these two phrases are neces- sary to carry out a real description of the life of this year ' s graduating class. We, having reached the zenith of our educational existence, take the liberty of doing as the Romans did, and offer these few facts about the Class of ' 33. September, 1929, found us Freshmen at Sacred Heart Academy. We took on all the vanities of a Freshie. We were constantly wondering who was looking at us ; whether we could pass for eighteen at next summer ' s dances ; and wondering too, what could be the use of History, Latin, French and Spanish. The year passed quickly, too quickly, and we were home again for the summer vacation. The following September found us once more in the halls of the Academy. There were stories to be told — about vacation. A few of us found that we could NOT pass a s eighteen. The previous spirit of Sophistication, where ert thou was joined with a spirit known to educational psychologists as Sophomoritis. We broadened on the subjects we had become initiated to the year before. About May, a few of us who were inclined to be serious- minded started th ' nking that everything in this world is not make believe — that there are a few realities to be faced — but June came too soon and no good came of those serious thoughts. Our Junior year was our most beneficial. We learned more about books and we learned more about life. We proved the square on the hypotenuse equals the sum of the squares of the other two sides — this we learned to do in Plane Geometry. However, quiet meditation, combined with the lively functioning of a seventeen year old girl ' s mind, proved to us that the appre- ciation of the real things of God and life equals the sum of individual good will aid the carrying out of the religious principles inculcated in our hearts by the good Fathers and Sisters. Ar.d now, our Senior year, is almost over. We have passed over that child- like sophistication which was over four years ago, and we have taken on the simplicity of true Children of Mary. We owe much to Sacred Heart Acad- ( my. We are proud of our Class, our School and ourselves. We are ready to go out on the stage of life — some will go to college, others to business, and to various walks of life. Whatever the future holds in store for us, these past four years have bound us so closely together that there will never be a night in our lives when we do not get down on our knees and whisper, God bless Sacred Heart Academy — God bless that Class of ' 33. — Teresa Doyle a 1=1 1 — ! =i i=n-