Saint Benedicts Academy - Benedicta Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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e w it F i will .' 5 ,imma C-, e Cl ev Speed Up Victory War mindedl Peace minded! Victory minded! That's the spirit of the Senior ss. Last fall when the scrap drive was in vogue we determined to extricate ry available piece of metal we could lay our hands on. Even the metal ink co itainers on our desks did not escape our notice. Screw drivers quickly dislodged th 'e unnecessary accessories in school equipment and helped swell the size of the piit of junk parked on the grounds behind the school. cla I0 Second to none is the enthusiasm and spirit of rivalry prevalent among the ses in the purchase of bonds and stamps. We pledged ourselves to go over the and placed our goal on the 32,000 mark. Having all but reached our quota fin Marchj we next promised Uncle Sam that he could rely on us to buy one if not thi lei an de ho ca lo ra pl Fi th H lo to thi two jeeps before the close of school. In our P. D. classes war versus peace is a current topic for discussion. If only members of Congress realized what enthusiastic politicians the country has at . A. we feel certain they would deliver to us many of their brain-splitting prob- s confronting that dignified body today. And we should, somehow, Hnd an wer to the solution. After the war is won A Federal World Government should be established, lares our debaters as they uphold their issues on the affirmativeg the negative, ever, refutes this proposition with well defined arguments supporting the se of Nationalism, the doctrine of Washington and jefferson, their undying for the Constitution, and the preservation of the Stars and Stripes. Until peace reigns upon our war-torn earth, we girls will be found in the hrst ks on our second Front of Prayer. The perpetual rosary which the students ged to reciteg the hour of adoration before the exposed Blessed Sacrament on t Fridaysg the hearing Holy Mass and the reception of Holy Communion for intentions of the supreme Pontiff is the spiritual battlefront at S. B. A. ven shall not be deaf nor unmoved when two hundred and fifty girls, fol- ing the lead of their teachers, petition on bended knees an outraged God e merciful and not be angry forever with his wayward children, nor when ty-six graduates surrender their high school dream, the Senior Prom as an act of sacrifice that peace and order be restored. fai lWe have not attempted to shoulder a gun, nor drive a jeep, but we pledge our yh, our devotion, our loyalty, and our service to our country's needs. 4 Mary Jane Steifl l l 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

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