Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the graduating class oF Sacred Heart College, being in the year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and forty-nine and before it, of sound but rather (at the moment) tired mind, do find it proper to bequeath our diversified knowledge, our willingness to co-operate in any worthwhile endeayor, and our superior personalities to those who follow us. We do this solely in the hope of the fulfillment of our dream for a happier and more securely peaceful world. Article I To the faculty we leave the joy and delight of knowing in the years to come that we shall always be grateful for their patience in endeavoring to educate us truly. Article II To the Freshman Class we leave our zeal for greater knowledge and higher learning. Article III To Joan Applewhite, I, Jean Lewis, bequeath my opportunity for trips to Carolina to see Johnnv. May she have as good a time as I did! I, Joan Murphy, do will part of my drv wit (I need the other part) to Fave Setzer. I, Shirley Owen, do leave my chair on the back row in Psychology Class to Peggy Neill. Don ' t fall asleep, now! You ' ll learn a lot back there. I, Nancy Hager, do leave mv job as caretaker of the kindergarten to anyone who is brave enough to take it. Good luck! To Dolores Breaux, I, Anne Galletta, do will my long legs. Perhaps they will make her taller. In the meantime I, myself, shall sit and watch the world play with the idea of the atomic bomb, and, maybe, afterwards with the thing itself. To Jeri Carbonetti, I, Annette Huckans, bequeath my loye for going to the movies. Be sure thev are good movies, though, and on the A List! I, Marv Ann Rice, do will and bequeath my quiet and reserved manner to Frances England. I, Margurite George, do leave my secret admiration for a certain Abbey boy to anyone who can find out his name. Start guessing. Freshmen! To Marv Evelyn Alexander, I, Ann Pinkston, do will and bequeath mv dignity and sophistication. You have a good start. Make the most of it! I, Margaret McGerrigle, do leave mv ability to take things calmly to anyone who feels the need of it. First come, first served, of course. To Jane Cloninger, I, Anne Connell, do will mv love for moonlight picnics. Be sure to carry a flashlight, though. The moon might not be bright enough. To Jan Reynolds, I, Mary Frohlich, do will and bequeath all mv mixed-up love affairs. Maybe— I said MAYBE!— you can straighten them out. After that vou can keep them. I, Lillian Applewhite, do will mv love for dancing to Jane Lewis. More power to you in fighting off the stag line! I, Kittv Moore, hand down the tradition of riding through the Abbev campus and tooting the horn to Betty Thomas. Those poor boys need a break! Given from our hand on this, the tenth day of May, 1949. Winnie Rankin, testator Page Twenty-five

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COLLEGE SOPHOMORES Mary Ann Rice Belmont, N. C. Day Students ' Association (1, 2); Glee Club (2); Sodality (1, 2). CLASS HISTORY It was September, and Lillian and I were back at Sacred Heart for college. Although we have been here for a number of years, everything seemed different, as of course it should, since we were now college material— and rats! In time, however, we arose from this level and the year went smoothly on; Anne Galletta was elected our president, Lillian Applewhite our vice-president, Margaret McGerrigle our secretary, and Ann Connell treasurer. Before we realized it, it was time for the Thanksgiving holidays. We had no sooner returned to the campus than it was time for the Christmas Cotillion, and after this the Yuletide vacation was upon us! Everyone began the New Year with all sorts of resolutions— and oops! exam time was already here. These were difficult times, of course, but we managed not to be submerged and soon we were having gay times again: pep rallies, ball games, and dances. With the cuming of May the preparations for the May Festival were complete. As usual, it was a big success and Kathleen Neilson, our lovely Queen, presided over the campus. Then came June, and we gave the sophomores a banquet at Rozzell ' s Ferry in Mount Holly, after which followed enjoyment of the drama at the Little Theatre in Charlotte. The Alumnae Dance of the same month proved to be much fun, but it was also a sad occasion, since we had to bid farewell to our friends, the sophomores. Again September came along and with it many newcomers to our campus. Anne Galletta was elected president of our class, Joan Murphy vice-president, Winnie Rankin secretary, and Lillian Applewhite treasurer. As in our freshman year, the first semester was taken up with ball games, dances, and studies. The College Christmas Party was, of course, among the most successful of our social affairs. Time seemed to be more than ever on the wing, and again it was time for the Christmas holidays. Margaret McGerrigle was chosen to be our May Queen, and a most beautiful une, indeed, was she. Soon after the festival, the freshmen gave us a delicious banquet, an affair which we will always remember in later years when our thoughts drift back to our Alma Mater. Graduation was a happy occasion, but it was a time filled with much sadness. Some of us were finishing school forever, and all of us were leaving Sacred Heart. Never again would we reside here as anyone but guests, and we find now that June, glorious month and all as it is, is not without its shades of sadness. No sunshine, somehow, can dispel those shadows. Thev are part of that change which is the very essence of life, and there is nothing to do but accept it and be thankful for the sunshine while the sunshine lasted. Anne Galletta, class historian. Page Twentx-funr UttBHBB

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PROPHECY Though we say Time marches on, we know that it is not really Time that .marches but ire; and as we march we realize that there is much more time for our future than there has been for our past. (We hope!) We wonder, naturally, what will fill that vast seemingly-interminable stretch ahead of us. Will the shadows be mere shades to offset the sunlight, or will the sunlight be a noonday glare or the firs, touches of the halo of the dawn? Of course, as Prophet of the Class of ' 49 I know ALL the answers. Opening the Book of the Future i see on page one our May Queen of 1949, Margaret McGerrigle, trying to keep an eye on each of her six children and accomplish the dish-washing as well. She ' s as pretty as ever, though, and seems extremely happy. Why doesn ' t somebody tell her now about Lux for dishpan hands? I must make a note of that. . . . Flipping over to page two f encounter Annette Huckans weeping as she spanks one of the first grade pupils who has just misbehaved in class. He is a cute little boy with black curly hair and big brown eves. Probably Annette would not have lelt half so bad about punishing that plain-looking redhead in Jie front row! Annette is quite a teacher they say. Page three reveals Anne Galletta has become a world-famous ballerina, who has graced every stage in Europe, as well as in this countrv. She is as graceful as ever and not at all vain of her success. 1 urning over to page four, I find Ann Connell, wife of a well-known band leader, singing in all the swankiest night clubs throughout the United States. What a surprise that is! At school she gave all her time to becoming proficient in Home Economics— and look at her— eating out every single night! Maybe, she helps the chef in-between times? But greater surprises are still in store for on page five I catch a glimpse of Kitty Moore, hustling and bustling about the kitchen of the Waldorf-Astoria in New York. She directs the traffic both on the stove and off. No wonder their plum pudding sauce is to become the wonder of 1960! On page six Mary Frohlich ' s picture discloses her pondering over the evidence of the murder of an important government official. Didn ' t you know that she is to become a member of the F.B.I.? Page seven gives a picture of Dr. Lillian Applewhite in an operating room sur- rounded bv ten assistants performing an operation that no other doctor has ever attempted. Lillian was always brave, though. On page eight is Mrs. John Worthington Wolhar (Jean Lewis), who has become the belle of New York society because of her celebrated cocktail parties. Mary Ann Rice has become a missionary to China, where she is trying desperately to teach the children the English language. Her Chinese is fluent enough. We find Nancy Hagar the manager and owner of an exclusive Women ' s Shop in Paris. She began as a designer. Ann Pinkston is well-known for writing the best-selling book of the year. It happens to be her ninth one, and she has already begun on a tenth. And we thought she was headed for the stage! Shirley Owen, Hollywood ' s greatest dramatic actress, is being presented with the Academy Award for her best picture, Too Many Loves. Joan Murphy is working in the little bookshop ' round the corner. Poor girl, she is almost blind from reading all the books that have not been sold! On the next to-the-last page of the book is Margurite George, busily pecking on a typewriter. She is secretary to her husband, a big bank executive. On the very last page, slowly fading from view, I find that the future makes my greatest dream come true . . . And so as I close the Book of the Future we march on, ready to face what lies ahead of us in our 1 omorrow. Mary Frohlich, class prophet. Page Twenty-six -°°-— ™»°-« -— - » ■» ■■ ■•■ ' » ° — -■ ' ■ ' ■-™™™»™ Bma a MB1 .i.ia