Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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J W jfj THE GRADATIM - --AAA- ClaSS Prophecy C cold day in New York is never a matter for rejoicing, but when a C i drizzle is added to the nipping frost, conditions outside are absolutely unchristianlike. Even the idea of leaving my cosy apartment sent thrills of displeasure up and down my spine. Still. Barbara had insisted that I help her select an evening gown for the evening ' s affair — a dinner party in honor of the leading newspaper men and women of the metropolis. And when the Women Keyhole Columnist of the New York Times insists upon anything she usually gains her point. Yes. I had been persuaded to brave the weather to help satisfy the vanity of a women reporter or should I say Columnist ' Hurrying up Broadway at a pace intended to counteract the effects of the cold wind. I suddenly learned the result of an irresistible force meeting an immovable object. The immediate cause of my education proved to be a very cold-looking young lady travelling equally fast in the opposite direction. I say that she was very cold-looking because her nose displayed all the symptoms of frost-bite. In the midst of our mutual apologies a sense of familiarity struck my mind. Somewhere, sometime before I had heard that voice — seen that face. But where ' No doubt she experienced like emotions for she faltered. Why. er! Haven ' t we met before? Simultaneously we exclaimed. Didn ' t you graduate from . . .? and the answer was that certainly we both had graduated from Sacred Heart Academy in 1934. Eileen Peters! Evelyn Rea! Barbara Hoole! Then followed the usual expressions of delight and excuses for not writing which take place when friends meet after so many years. When we explained our mission to Eileen she suggested that we might add to Barbara ' s beauty at her shop on Fifth Ave. Her schoolday love of clothing had led her into this venture. Have you heard from any of our old classmates ' asked Barbara. Yes. Some of them are here in the city. But let ' s get your gown now and do our reminiscing afterwards. After Barbara had selected her gown — which was easily accomplished from Eileen ' s large stock of up-to-the-minute styles, our friend led us to a very charming tea room. As I had always pictured Catherine Diggle a star in some Pag Fifteen

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-j M MM M M THE GRADATIM JOAN PAUL LIBBY Charlotte. N. C. Bu Word: I have a secret! A friend for fun is this Joan and her popularity and executive ability have made her a very suc- cessful president of the senior class. Magnet Staff; GRADATIM Staff; President. The Senior Class; Children of Mary; Basketball. EILEEN SHERRY PETERS Providence. R. I. Bu Word: What are you doing, honey? A sweet Irish girl with all the sweetness, charm and humor so characteristic of her race. Her ability to maintain an even disposition at all times has won her many friends. GRADATIM Staff; Children of Mary; Class His- torian. MARY EVELYN REA CHARLOTTE. N. C. Bu Word: You ' re telling me? Probably the merriest girl at S. H. A. She is imbued with a desire to make others happy, in spite of the cost. Her mischievousness has been the source of much pleasure for us and we certainly will miss Rea Child. Magnet Staff; GRADATIM Staff; Class Prophet. Page Fourteen

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i M MM THE GRADATIM musical comedy or other it was somewhat of a surprise to find her in these surroundings. She gently reminded me, however, of her ambition as a girl to be a tea room hostess. Looking about the place we spied Carrie Keenan who. we learned, was a famous Evangelist doing her best to lead the younger generation from the errors of its ways, Anne DuLong, radio ' s white-edition of Blanche Calloway, and Laura Conrey, the reigning queen of the big city ' s Interior Decorating Societies, were also seen, as was Amy Holland, known to the theatre-going pub- lic as Tamara Rominoff. She was the latest find of the Metropolitan Opera. Not even had my inheritance of two million dollars filled me with such delight and happiness as did the sight of my old friends and the knowledge of their success. While we were idly sipping our tea and nibbling on some wafers. Helen Lewis passed by with her new husband in tow. Incidentally Helen had always vowed that she would never make that fatal march to the strains of Lohen- grin. Still, Cupid is a difficult person to elude constantly. Carrie Keenan suggested that we run up to the Carmelite Convent for a last look at Joan Libby as she is making her final vows next year. The convent is just the place for young girls, commented Carrie. I, myself, could have entered if I didn ' t feel called to the service of these youngsters in the world. . . . With her words my crystal ball becomes dim. and the Class of ' 34 has heard its destiny. — Evelyn Rea, Prophetess. • •jElfSS Every art is holy in itself; it is the son of Eternal Light. Page Sixteen 19 3 4 - i- - ' .- ' i ' - i XfWWHt