Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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THE GRADATIM Oh, there are thousands of things — like — making a girl to be what she ought to be. It ' s rather difficult to explain, but it can easily be seen. There are hundreds of fine girls here, but. somehow, there is something missing. I believe it is because of the training they get in these big universities — they are taught like boys, treated like boys and we begin to see but little difference between them and ourselves. Convent girls have that finished personality that makes them properly feminine. And. believe me. Peg. this was never truer than tonight when I was able to compare you with . . . We were interrupted by my partner for the third no-break. (I can ' t understand how he found us out there!) I was sorry our interesting little lesson had to close. I went back into the ballroom. The days passed and I returned home. Even the memory of that week still thrills me. although it wasn ' t so long back that it all happened. I got home happy, tired, and thinking. Tom was here last Christmas. His last letter read that he would be here soon again, and, if I get the chance. I am going to make him complete his little sermon and reveal some more informa- tion I never thought of to one who was. for six long years, a Convent Girl. — Helen e. Lewis. Section of Dormitory Page Twenty 19 3 4 ■,;ivi

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r: - ' A A -.t;- t.--t: r A ?: AA A,V: the gradatim The Convent Girl © ' 30M had invited me to the Spring Parties up at Michigan State. My mother accom- panied me and really, I never had such a wonderful time in all my life. Mother kept chiding me all through the parties, saying that she hadn ' t seen my face so radiant since I made my First Communion. And if my face was radiant, there was a reason. I was happy to the bursting point. First of all, I really like Tom Peters. Then, too, the Spring Parties at Michigan are something dreamed of usually by girls in my town. But. Tom Peters — good old Tom, had invited me. The Parties lasted a full week. We were on our third day of ' partying. The Kappa Beta Informal was the next dish on our menu of collegiate thrills. Couples were whirling about, the orchestra played soft music, the warbling tones of a crooner wafted through the hall, the crystal ball cast differently colored shadows, and, really. I was in the proverbial Seventh Heaven. Tom was a Sir Gallahad. He seemed blissfully happy — happy in the idea of making me happy. I must con- fess, I saw many things I had never dreamed of in Tom Peters that night. For the seventh time in twenty minutes. Tom cut in on my dancing partner. He must have realized that I was tired — I was a little tired, though perfectly content to keep on dancing, but he suggested a stroll through the garden. We did stroll. When we got into the garden. I decided that Tom surely had had some grounds for his suggestion so I pointed to a bench and we sat down. Happy ? he asked. Too happy, was my reply. Well. he said. What do you think of Michigan State? Tom, I said, it ' s wonderful. I wish I hadn ' t been sent to a convent school for my education. Things weren ' t like they are here. This place is another paradise. Yes. he came a little closer and said, you probably think it is a paradise. It is all right. But I think that a convent education beats them all. This was startling, Tom Peters talking like that ' He had never even gone to a parochial school — wasn ' t even a Catholic. Suddenly, I made up my mind that I was going to let him have his little say. It seemed that he had something to tell me about convents that I didn ' t realize. So. I asked him, Tom. what is you idea of a convent education and why do you think that a convent system has rhem all beat? His reply was slow. In fact, a minute elapsed before he said a thing. Meanwhile, I whistled the tune that you could just hear the orchestra playing. Then, he started to talk. You — Peg — you don ' t appreciate the education you ' ve had. And, you know more than I do about convent education. But you have been intimate with it. and your point of view is too close to the thing itself — to appreciate it. One must take a distant point of view. I say. Convent Training beats them all. In the first place, the essence of convent edu- cation lies in the Sisters — he hesitated, the Sisters themselves. I ' ve heard that Sisters are banded together to glorify God and assist humanity. Then, surely if they teach, they teach for a purpose. Those same Sisters have it on our teachers here, because teaching is a part of them — their life ' s work. They take girls, for instance, as they took you, and not only im- part some keen education, but polish you off. that is. knock off the rough edges. (I ' m trying to use his language so you can appreciate the man ' s point of view.) Then. I believe you un- consciously take on a Christian spirit, the love of Christ. Then, after filling your spiritual needs, they teach you culture. And their culture is well founded — I understand it has developed from Christ Himself. This convent education of yours also embraces vocational guidance. Page Nineteen 19 3 4

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THE GRADATIM A ! r v» v • y? w The High School Back Row: Sarah Sanders, Carolyn Keenax, Betty Chad wick, Anne Mason, Frances Mason. Second Row: Mary Socle, Amy Holland, Beverly Fox, Joan Libby, Jessie Tatum. Anne Dl ' Long, Catherine Digcle, Nancy Tatum. Barbara Hoole, Evelyn Rea, Betty Digcle, Nancy Underwood, Third Ro7v : Margaret Middleton, Edith Adams, Marcareta Golner, Mildred Harris, Harriet Bush, Eileen Madden, Annie Martinez, Helen Lewis, Cletus Waechter. The Junior Class Marcareta Golner, Mildred Harris, Betty Diggle, Jessie Tatum, Harriet Bush. Sarah Sanders. Page Twenty -one : M ? £ $r£ ' ' £ 19 3 4 :-A- i : - - y r y ± r -f+