Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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The Gradatim EMMA: Sister is going lo ring the bell. I shall sec you on the campus. Dorothy. SCENE IV Dormitory. April, 1937, (The girls are dressing for the Passion Play). JOV; I suppose the Centurian would be very much amused if he could gaze on my impersona- tion of him. PAULINE: I wonder what St. Joseph thought of my impersonation of him at Christmas! (Dorothy enters room dressed as the Blessed Virgin) BRIDIE: Doesn ' t she look holy? MARY: (Looking out through window) I see some people arriving. Lets hurry to the auditorium. SCENE V Gymnasium, November, 1937. (Joy and Margaret are among the spectators of the first basketball game of the season ) . JOY: What do you think of our new coach? MARGARET: Not being a member of the team. I do not know him personally, but the girls like him and that means they will co-operate with him. He is very particular about regular practice and all the rules must be strictly obeyed. JOV: There they go for the last quarter, and the score is 3 7-7 in our favor. (Much cheering from the crowd as S. H. A. gains the victory.) SCENE VI Lawn in front of the Chapel. May, 1938. (The Abbot, priests. Sisters, children, and people of the community have formed a procession and are wending their way slowly down the path to the Shrine of Our Lady in the woods. Two little girls are carrying the crown for the Blessed Virgin, which is to be placed on her head by the girl who has received the highest honors in conduct and scholarship). SISTER: (Walking beside the choir). Please sing your best this evening, girls. The others are depending on your lead. GIRLS: We will. Sister. SCENE VII Tennis Ccjurt, September. 1938. (Some of the girls are seated on the benches becoming acquainted with two Cuban girls who have just arrived to join the Seniors). DOROTHY: (Interrupting the two girls who are speaking Spanish). If you girls wish to learn English you should forget Spanish for a while. MARIA: That ' s what Mother says, but I can express myself much better in Spanish. ViOLETTA: Tu sabes, me perdi en el colegio hoy. no estoy acostumbrada al edificio todavia ! SCENE VIII Auditorium, Class Night. May. 1939. (The Seniors have just finished a little entertainment. They are now in back of the stage very tearful and unhappy). JOY: Just think! This is the last time we shall ever be on the stage here except at Commence- ment. MARGARET: (Practically.) Unless you return to attend college. DOROTHY: The audience is waiting for us to say farewell. Let ' s go out and sing that little verse we have been practicing. (Seniors appear on the stage and sing together) Goodbye, dear friends — adieu! God bless you. we fondly pray Our hearts will ever be with you Though we ' re going far away. — Margaret Harrlss. Page Tiventtj- three 19 3 9 mmmm an tatmm i

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CLASS HISTORY Here and there at Sacred Heart Academy during nni four years of High School. SCENE I Campus, opening of school September. 193 5. (Girls are arriving from different parts of the United States, from Cuba, Guam, and Canada. Tillie has just dropped her bags on the ground outside the main building and is greeting her old classmates). Tillie : Hello, everybody. PAULINE: Glad to sec you again. Tillie. TILLIE: I ' m glad to be back. I ' ve been at the Academy since I was a little girl. My great aunt was a nun here, and my mother went to school here, too, so I feel very much at home. BRIDIE: We were just talking about the subjects we are going to take, the clubs we are going to join, and the basketball team. Do you know that we are going to try for the tourna ment this yeari TlLLIE: (Very seriously). I ' m in high school now. girls, and I shall have to decide upon my vocation. (Laughing). I am already so well-trained in religion that I think my education would be wasted if I did not become a Sister. Mary C: Wait until we have our first dance and I think youll change your mind. TILLIE: Will you girls please take my bags to the dormitory: I must see the Directress. SCENE 11 Auditorium. June. 19 3 6. (Tillie and Mary Catherine are seated side by side in one of the front rows. The processional has ended and the Abbot, priests, graduates, etc. are taking their places on the stage.) Mary C: (Whispering) Don ' t the Seniors look beautiful in their white caps and gowns, and aren ' t their bouquets lovely? TILLIE: I shall miss them next year for I have known most of them a long time. This certainly has been a short year. We had just settled down to study when the Hallowe ' en party came. Then we began some real study for the first quarterly examinations, which were over just in time for the Thanksgiving dance. Will you ever forget that! When we were able to breathe freely again, it was time to leave for the Christmas holidays. After Christmas, the time dragged for a while as our only intermission from study was an occasional movie. Mary C: (Interrupting) Don ' t forget the skating parties and the Club entertainments. TILLIE: (Continuing) Then Lent came. I did not deny myself much, but Father S. says it is better to do positive things, anyway, so I went to Mass every morning and attended all the Holy Week services at the Abbey. We are fortunate in having a Benedictine monastery near our school so we can see all the beautiful ceremonies of the Church. The time has just flown since Easter Girl in Back: (touching Tillie ' s arm). Sister says. Please stop talking. Father Abbot is going to speak. SCENE III Dining Hall. September. 1936. (The Sophomores are seated at a table in a corner of the room frankly questioning a newcomer.) MARY: Where is your home. Dorothy i DOROTHY: (In a slow, drawling voice) Charleston. EMMA: (a Cuban girl) Where is that? DOROTHY: Charleston! Why it ' s in South Carolina — the most historical city in the United States. EMMA: (Much impressed) I hope we shall be good friends. Dorothy. MARY: I understand you arc an excellent musician. Dorothy. Will you play something for us after dinner. ' DOROTHY: I shall be glad to do so later, but first I wish to explore these buildings and surround- ings. They are beautiful and look interesting. MARGARET: Every Sunday we go up to the Abbey Cathedral for the ten o ' clock Mass and every Saturday we take a walk to difl erent places, so you will soon get plenty of scenery, if that ' s what you like. Have you ever seen Lake Lure? Page Twi ' ntq-lwo

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The Gradatim CLASS PROPHECY It happened the spring that I was asked to christen the great steamer now called The Queen Isabclle, and. if I mistake not, it was April. I remember that because all hedges were white as I sped north to Washington. The wife of the Cuban ambassador, my one-time schoolmate. Violetta Del Cueto, met me in Washington, and we had enjoyable times together. But that was after the accident, for there was an accident, you know. Let me tell you of it; When I swung the bottle of champagne, through some misadventure it splurted back upon me. and for a time I suffered from suspended animation. But only for a time. (How was that? Please do not interrupt or I will lose my trend of thought completely!) The next thing I remember a little man — not so little you know but short — stepped up to me. Hurry up! he said. I ' ve waited long enough already. To whom are you speaking? I said, We haven ' t even been introduced! As if you didn ' t know me! he said, Why, I ' m the Bachelor! The Bachelor! I said. The Bachelor, he repeated. Perhaps your next remark will be that you have never heard of ' The Gentleman in the Moon ' ! I have heard of ' The Man in the Moon ' , I said. None of your wisecracks, he said, or I ' ll not take you there! I was about to ask where when he hurried me into some sort of conveyance, the name of which I have never been able to ascertain. It was unlike anything I have ever seen Don ' t talk so much. he said. Why, I haven ' t said even a word, I protested. Well, you were thinking, he said, and when women think it is just as if they talked. That ' s why I have remained a bachelor. I couldn ' t stand the noise! After some travel, wc stopped at a star that resembled an immense concert hall. All the light that shone forth. I was to discover, came from the violinist, Maria Maristany, whom I saw, even before we had stopped. Why, what an honor! I called out, but the audience, infuriated, started hissing me so loudly that I was forced to beg the little man to step on what- ever-it-was and get us out of there, which he did. What a place she has! I exclaimed. You were going to say ' in the sun ' , he said, and that would be untrue. This place is very many millions of miles from the sun. Are you good at figures? I changed the subject while he pulled out an adding machine and worked it with — his toes! Page Twenty-four