Sacred Heart of Mary Academy - Maricol Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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MARY CUNNINGHAM proved her ability as a saleswoman that year as she pulled us out in front for the digest drive. HEIENE OHARA got a surprise one afternoon when she wanted to open the door to room l2 . Doors seemed to play a big part in our Sophomore year because the door knob of Room l was constantly coming off, MARY LISTON, DOLORES BOI-IAN, LOIS MCGIBNEY and MARY MECHOW decided to have the room for themselves and refused to put the knob on the door. When finally persuaded, they met unex- pectedly, our new Rev. Mother. The cafeteria staff ot a welcome addition that year when JOSEPHINE WfE- STENHAEFER joined our class. Welcoming seemed to be habitual for we soon had three more new members MARY ANNE FENTON, EVELYN RIELLY and black loafers - no more oxfords. Evelyn was on time the first day. It was a good start anyhow! Next on the agenda was the retreat at Sag Harbor. For many of us it was our first retreat awa from home but it was certainlv not to be our last. Would, it be correct to say that we had a wonderful time? Mary Ann, remem- bering her biology, brought along some glucose in the form of lkes and Mikes. IOHANNA GOUGH following her example. brought enough food to sustain an army Cthat's usb. Then came the hurricane. After our Song Contest victory and first retreat at Cormaria we felt acce ted, part of it all, warm and happy in the feeling of fellbwship that was ours. We had a few privileges, too. The radio in the cafeteria would blare at our command now, and KATHLEEN FLOOD was filled with commands. These are the first things to flash across the kaleido- scope of memory. There are innumerable incidents and achievements that cannot be included in our history. We look back at our Sophomore year and feel with a sense of pride and gratitude that it was good. The year had passed as rapidly as did the subsequent summer vacation and when we returned to school, we were full fledged juniors. Yes, we were Sophomores, really just Freshmen carry- ing on actually, but what fun carrying on . . . This time we planned our Sing with more cunning and our Winter Wonderland won the prize. JANE CULLEN received ac- claim as our snowman. Page 58 junior status and now we did feel important. We gained a few more privileges and even more, res nsi- bility. We were once again united and began to thinlzoand act as a class. Our opinions meant a little more now. This year has memories of events we can never forget . . . as haunting as the sound of bell strokes heard in the distance. All our thoughts were colored by anticipa- tion of the dav when we would receive our senior rings. But before realization there must be preparation - studies ves! but first our annual sing. Some said it was type cast- ing . . . we didn't agree . . . for we were Indians. PATRICIA HYNES as our chief greeted our pale face friends, and things wen off quite smoothly until we rated second place. ROSEMARIE PETRONIO had a theory concerning studies, involving pecuniary means - Flip a com, heads - we sleep, tails - we eat, if it stands on edge, wetstudy. Studies now cluttered our schedule, but we took time 'out after midyears for retreat. It was then that we acquired a new friend, Rev. Herbert De Susa, SJ., from Pakistan. The retreat was soon over and we were back at the academic grind but that routine suddenly collapsed dur- ing our second class, English, when we were to have public speaking. We had exchanged names and when CAROL DUNNIGAN was calle on,.LIZ WHELAN stoodupand...poorLiz... -

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I. When life seemed too peaceful MARY ANN MCGILL, MAUREEN MacMANUS and LIZ LAFFEY restored normal Freshman status by lowerin away an oxford by a string of belts. It was effective, it iroke up a biology cass and brought an unexpected visit from Reverend Mother. The weeks flew by filled with all the excite- ment of just being Freshmen and then . . . it was Christ- mas with Cribs in each classroom, visits to the Little King. Our mail box in the front hall was one of the biggest and it was completely filled. The smell of the pine tree filled the school and every Freshman stopped to admire the decorations. A Senior Santa visited us with a group of Senior choristers. Our bubbling Freshman s irit had not simmered down yet and so under the able sirection of JOAN VUULO we turned the desks around and piled our shoes in the center of the floor . . . again Rev. Mother paid us a visit . . . Time seemed to go even faster and it was time for our senior sisters to leave. We planned a party for themg ADELE IAQOUCCI became our emcee and PEC- GY O'LEARY and MARY MECHOW brushed up their Irishl step dancing. ANGELA FANIZZL surprised us with a so o. We were very awed when we saw them in their caps and gowns at May Day. We listened to their Senior pled e and thought our turn would never come . . . Grailation and final exams followed each other quickly and the last hurdle was crossed - thete'ain't no mo' Freshmen . . . for at last we were Sophomores. After' the holidays we had some trouble coming back to school, buses were on strike. BARBARA BOYCE became the first Freshman to make the varsity. i

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Then at last, a moment that beggars all description - Yes, our junior year was a year filled with names, names that only served to call to mind the memory of a friend . . . Among the names that linger is that of a pretty girl who loved curls even if it took several thous- ands bobby pins to make them. Who else could this be but JANE SHINE? We were often amused at MAU- REEN CANTERBURY, living on Shakespeare Avenue and still maintainin she was Irish. JOAN DE TORRES always seemed to miie a joke last longer with her laughter. Some of us got asked to proms that year but lots of us didn't, so there was company either way. HELEN DI FRANCIA was one of the lucky ones. Cinderella had a waming about midnight, but if she had CECELLA PIPCINSKYS compact alarm clock, she would never have lost that slipper. we got our rings. That is how each class comes to feel about the ring but ours was somehow different. For us, it was a bond between us and our school but it was more - it was the quintessence of all we found at Marmion. lt was the ring we would always wear with pride. Now as we look at it, we begin to remember how delighted we were that it arrived just in time for the boatride to Bear Mountain with Fordham Prep. ANNETTE D'ANDREA was helped on board very dramatically b a member of the crew. MAUREEN GILL missed the boat altogether. After the boatride the year seemed to disappear - a snowman dwindling in the Spring sunshine. Every hour brought us closer to our goalg every action was a step nearer. Sodalists realized it more quickly than most. Our past prefect who brought us closer to Our Lady in her spontaneous manner formally handed over the symbols of office. BARBARA PIEROTTI was our new prefect. MARION KENNY became the head of the CYA at Marmion. Soon, soon, it would be our turn but still there was a sense of reluctance. Were we ready? Whether we felt it or not, there could be no turn back now. We watched May Day for the last time as underclassmen. Then lhe class of '55 graduated. They had been friends and we missed them. And now there was only a short part of the road to travel for at last we were Sen- iors. During the summer we planned and dreamed, Want- ing to fill our last year with all the joys and the laughter that Heaven could instill so that our school would truly be our enchanted Marmionf' Page This year seemed to go ever so quickly and suddenly it was Valentine's Day, the traditional time for the Jun- ior Tea Dance. It was our first, and a few of us went all out for decorating. Deciding that red walls would be in keepin with our theme, we asked and permission was granted provided we had them back to green by Mon- day morning. The project was discarded. We had a wonder- ful time- and took pictures to put in our wallets. It was still Winter, so FRANCES TYSON was the envy of the class when she headed down to Florida. Some of us had talent and the literary endeavors of EILEEN CURRAN proved distracting. When the cold March winds blew, we knew it was parade time. PEGGY BUCKLEY became famous for her marching style. On our way down to the tennis courts for practice one morning MARY CARDEN introduced us to a new beau - The Irish Soldier Boy. We practiced with purpose, and finally the bi day came and we marched with pride. Even when BARBARA DONOHUE lost her shoe, we just smiled a little, looked ahead, and kept in step. Yes, we looked ahead for the Seniors were leadin us but many of us mused about the past three years ancf thought with mingled regret and excitement Our turn next. S9