Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT State of North Carolina County of Gaston, City of Belmont. -s- iHsH£:ti H ' £ti: ;H itament : ARTICLE I z ii B:BrsS - ' - ' ' s i ' :- ' - ' . =j;s: ' - ARTICLE II To our Dii lo our Uirectrcss we give our appreciation for her guidance for her abilitv m h.1„ „c see the sunny s.de no matter what the Weather Man pred.cted. and for h r tende ' cL of us ARTICLE III pnv:; e: -n :h; Jr7hr ir :v s -:; :-t :: z.:i! - ARTICLE IV and Tee Ihings ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ° ■get-up-and-go ' manner. Wuh it may they go places ARTICLE V ant,y ' :°fou;y ' :rrfrbo:K ac aran°c hfp; ' ' ' ' - ' ' - f - --P- ARTICLE VI n,.n! ' ■ ' °J ' k ' ' ' ' i i - ' °. ' ' bi qu th to Mary Catherine Kabas. for her encouraee- ment. and tor the ed.ficat.on of her neighbors, my steady progress in Latin It is not as ■ ' dead ' ' as they claim. Mary Catherine, so be of good heart and carry on. n,v L f ' S f y ' ' ' ' ° Dolly Dunn my sisterly affection and a large portion of my care for relatives. Keep the family tree well watered. Dolly. portion ot I. Mary Fay Spencer do will my knowledge of Chemistry to Bridie Madden If it proves to be more than she needs I would advise her to share it with her needy neighbors. IM 1 i ' m , ' ' ' ' ° ' f ' ' ■ ' y ' giv« ■ nd bequeath my earnestness and interest in studies to trid il;:de:t ' ?h:t ' :h ' eTno ' r s. ' ' ' ■ ' ° ' ° ' ' ' ' - ' ' ' - - - be ' comrit:,,;: .,Jb ' °f ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' .P ' ' Cueto. do will the one-half of my artistic talent that I shall not need hereafter to Anita Manstany. Should she be disinterested in the bequest, she may tu n sa°d donation over to the Directress for the upkeep of the school in general. R„;c ' ' ' ?°™ ' ' ; ' ' Claire Hc gan. tJo will and bequeath my tenacity of purpose to Margaret Reiser. I trust this gift will enable her to secure a place in the sun. IN Witness WHEREOF we hereunto set our hand and seal this seventh day of June, A D Nineteen Hundred Thirty-Nine. ju-i, . u. Witnesses: ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' SPENCER. Booty Jackson (the cat) Louise (Dot ' s elephant l Ferdinand (the bull) Page Twcnly-six

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The Gradatim CLASS PROPHECY -Continued Soon we stopped at what seemed to me a hospital star. We stepped oflF. and not knowing what I was doing there. I felt, and I am sure I looked, utterly foolish, until the little man pointed to a desk on which was a placard bearmg the title. Dr. Harriss. There were so many degrees after the name that I was beginning to get dizzy when my companion unceremoniously hurried me off elsewhere. Can ' t I talk with Margaret? I said. You mean with Dr. Harriss, he answered. Be careful of your manners, or I ' ll be sorry that I invited you! Well. I said, but we were off without much more ado. The next trip is rather long. he said, and you may read these poems for relaxation. He pulled a dog-eared volume from one of his tiny pockets. It had been folded and re-folded, and its title was Poems by Joy Gilbert. They are the finest sonnets since Shakespeare, he said. I noticed the first was called Moonlight Sonata. That ' s why he likes them so much. I thought, but I said nothing. However, upon reading them. I discovered that they were very fine indeed, and I was very proud of the fact that I had been one of Joy ' s classmates. In just a few minutes I ' ll have to leave you, said my escort, for Mr. Sun IS becoming very impatient. I declare, sometimes I think he wants to be the whole show himself, and he sighed deeply. We soon arrived at a beautiful little cottage. Another of your friends ' said the Man-in-the-Moon. I looked around, but could see only a lovely little child on the porch. Mama thought you never would come, she said, Who are you. ' I asked. Sybil, she said simply and smiled at me. There was something in that smile I knew. A lady hurriedly opened the door and embraced me before I knew it. Why. it can ' t be. I said. But it was. It was Mary Fay Spencer of happy memory. At least that used to be her name, but she told me she had married the Postmaster General of the United States and that her hobby was stamp- collecting. Mary Fay, of all people! Come along, said Mr. Moon Man. or I ' ll leave you in mid-air. With that he started his funny motor again, and, although he did not mean to do it, I am sure, he — went off without me! I went off, too, off in the true sense indeed, Down, down, down, I went, until finally, with a jerk, I opened my eyes to see Violetta gazing anxiously into them, Never again agree to christen a ship. she said, until you can throw a bottle! What bottle ' I said. What ship? — Dorothy Hogan. Page Twenty-five

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The c COMMENCEMENT DAY The end of a trail you say ' Ah. me! The end of a trail for whom? Why does it end in this blossomy sea. Perfumed in the spring ' s dear noon ' The fall is the time that the end should call It ' s clarion note on the breeze. Why should things end at the start of things — With the budding forth of the trees ' June is no time for the farewell note And yet how it falls on the rose! Why can ' t we finish on some gray day When the wind in a great tumult blows? O you who go forth in the quickening sap When the light is a blaze at the noon. Don ' t say with regret that the time ' s not best. That farewells can ' t be said in a June! For you ' re heading for uplands high, my dears. And the light must be full in the East. Grey skies and the cold night harbor fears. But yours is a Springtime Feast. — Joy Gilbert. Page Tiventy- even 1939 ■■■■ HMHii MB