Saint Benedicts Academy - Benedicta Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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SNAPS . . . Past and Present

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I i morning in four Chapel. Our annual retreat which we awaited eagerly was con- ducted by Ryev. Edwin Heyl. Excitement prevailed in the classroom as we antici- pated the coming of the annual Mother's Day celebration, which included the drama of thie Mass, the devotional exercises at the Grotto, the presentation of Pearls, and a delicious luncheon served by the seniors. . 1941-1942 JUNIOR President-RUTH M1-IYERL Secretary-MARcm.LA THANHR Vice President-1-MARY JEAN STEFFL TTCHSUTZT-MARKSIE BRUNNI-IR Graciously we opened the school door and stepped over the threshold of Junior- dom. We now took upon ourselves the glory and problems of upper-classmen. We had as our home room teacher, Sister Gertrude, whose sunny disposition and kindness inspired us to do bigger and better things. Our first social was a military dance held at Saint Boniface. We drew a large gathering and received many compliments on our excellent arrangement. This year also saw the birth of various clubs: the Debating Club with Sister Perpetua as sponsor, the Magic Carpet His- tory Club with Sister Dorothea as Aladdin, the Sewing Club, the pride and joy of Sister Gertrude, and the Science Club was renewed with zeal under the capable supervision of Sister Pauline. Our annual retreat was conducted by Rev. Romuald Walsh, O.P. During this period of our High School career we received the long anticipated treasure, our class rings. We again came into the public spotlight with Honest Peggy, Miss Burnett, and The Ghost in the Green Gown. These plays were niet with hearty enthusiasm. A second time our class was chosen as the garden from1which God plucked a lily from the soil of love, Eleene Walsh. Our hearts were pierced deeply with the sword of sorrow as we searched in vain the classroom, the halls, etc., for a glimpse of the familiar figure of her whom we all loved. We were guests of District Attorney Russell Adams and Judge McNaughterg we also witnessed a court trial which filled us with a new love and appreciation for our American Democracy. The third chapter of our High School life was climaxed by the Senior's prom held at the Highland Country Club. Amid mag- nificent surroundings, gaiety, and beautiful gowns came the melodious magic of Joey Simms and his orchestra and the close of our junior Year. p 19424943 SENIOR President-JEAN! PIROTH Secretary-MARY JEAN STEFFL Vice President-kMARcARE'r CHEET1-IAM TTCHSUTCT-MARYROSE WEBER SENIORSLSENIORS! How we envied that title three short years ago! Today we realize that we are not to be envied by the Freshman for we know that instead of the beginning of this oasis of pleasure in our school life, we are coming, all too soon, to its close. Mfith Sister Regina, we planned and enjoyed many pleasant affairs: the skating party held at West View Park, the Hallowe'en Barn Dance held in the social hall which was cleverly decorated, our Valentine dance appro- priately calletl the Heart Hop, the annual week of prayer and self scrutiny under the direction of Rev. E. Heyl, the thrill of having our pictures taken, plan- ning and editing our Yearbook, choosing our Class Play, the last minute suspense before the curtain rises, the queer feeling at our throats during our Last Assembly, the realizatioh of graduation and our honest pride when handed our diplomas. The Class of V43 journeying through St. Benedict Academy, has learned to love The Castle on the Hill, and now as we are about to leave as students we wish our faculty, the students, the many friends we made at school a fond ADIEU. A Mary Grace McCarter l

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I l l 21 M7 Memories I like to s't in a cozy chair and give my memory full license to roam at will. Only one thifig do I exact from past impressions: to carry me along and let me share with her, her every caprice, and conduct me into every nook and cranny into which she may squeeze. S. B. A.! What a flood of crowded memories roar down the canyon of carefree years! The school rooms from which emerged girlish giggles that jarred the nerves of teachers byl their vibrant, discordant sharps and flats, the halls and stairs where silence was law, yet, somehow, our tongues at times would get beyond our self control, the v rious classes in which our teachers spared neither time nor patience in their effor s to bring knowledge to our dull intellects, the cafeteria, the most tempting corner at S. B. A., where we spent the most delectable period of the day, the campus and the social hall, where we could run and jump, sing and dance, and talk to our hearts' content, the library with its shelves of books, enticing us to read and drink dqeply from knowledge's springs, the assembly room, our principal, Sister Dolorei and her lectures. How painstakingly Sister did her utmost to make ladies out of tus. Our assemblies, where classes vied with one another to exhibit their histrionlic ability, our last Christmas assembly, Santa's workshop, and old Santa just snared and slept and wouldn't wake until . . . the silent chapel where we assembled for our weekly Mass, our hour of Adoration before the exposed Blessed Sacrainent on First Fridays, our hurried, daily visit to the Blessed Sacra- ment especially when tests were on the march, the grotto where we loved to meet Mother Mary, and a favorite spot to click our camera, the hall clock whose stern, slender hands pointed unmercifully the time to all late-comers, the reports, and their awful triith, the office and the funny feeling when unexpectedly summoned thither, the debates, the awful suspense, and our big victory at West View High. The Girls:l Gloria, who just couldn't keep quiet in class, Rita McLaughlin, who insisted upon wearing but one sleeve in her sweater, Audry, whose eyelids drooped in her classes, Marv Lucille with her pretty bows. Kathleen's rendition of Sonny Boy, Catherine Slattery, the philosopher of our class, June, our beau- tiful, toothless princess, LaVerne Guckert, our first hand politician, Mary Jean, whose smile nkfver wanes, Patsy, mischievous, yet studious, LaVerne Hahn, always seeing the funny side, Alice, our jitterbug girl, yet always reliable, Jean, our class president whq rises to every occasion, Ruth, our little blonde with dimpled cheeks breaking intof a smile, Lois, with perfect grace, entertaining us with her many songs, Rita Liowenheim, who loves American ways, Mary Grace and her ability never to fall back in her studies, Virginia, whose ambition is to be a writer, Jose- phine, quiet and demure, yet always ready to entertain, Ethel, our make-up boy in class plays, Adelaide, as sweet and delightful as her cakes are delicious, Doro- thy Schmitt, olur class artist, Cecilia. who is always ahead of her class in bookkeep- ing, Margaretl, getting herself and Jean into mischief, Ursula, whose laugh some- times gets her into trouble, Irene, who doesn't believe in being a book worm, Dorothy Knoebel, who resents being called Dolores, Marcella, whose perseverance in studies always brings her an A, Mary Hagan, who never gets into mischief, Marjorie, our prim little miss, a leader in her class, Mary Rose, our happy-go- lucky girl whb wouldn't be bothered with worries, Mercedes, not so shy as she appears to bet Eileen, who worries herself and her teachers when time wins the race, Mary Agnes, who doesn't believe in working too hard, Bernice, with her business-like propensities, Alma, always in the proper place at the proper time. l , Mary Agnes Butler, '43 l