Shrine of the Little Flower High School - Theresian Yearbook (Royal Oak, MI)

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GIRLS: FRESHMAN AND SOPHOMORE YEARS As we enteredthese now familiar portals of Little Flower High for the first time, September 1946, we were struck with wonderment and fear--very much like any other Freshman class. Sisters Ancilla Marie and Myra were fortunate enough to be chosen as our home room nuns. The merciless seniors frightened us for weeks into thinking the world was com- ing to an end on the day of our doom,October 31, when we were to be initiated. But when the day finally dawned, we all had a good laugh at how ridiculous we must have looked as we performed the crazy stunts the clever seniors had dreamed up. That exciting event, the Frosty Frolic, our first big dance--given by the Mother's Club on December 27, marked our debut into the Social Whirl of L..F.H.S. Our second year was really an odd one, as we experienced the traditional Sopho- rnoritis. One of the results of our fantastic accomplishments was that of having one of our home-rooms moved from the third to the second floor--so that Sister Helen Angela could keep an eye on us. Through the untiring efforts of Sister Virginia, we became Mission Conscious' and presented a series of skits advertising the highly successful Mission Bazaar. Out true dramatic talents were brought to light in the comedy production, L'Soup to Nuts. It took little persuasion to bring it back in our Junior Year. Much credit is due our home-room nuns, Sister Rose Eleanor and Sister Kevin, who nursed us through growing pains.

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2 1 we CAM 50 BOYS: FRESI-IMAN AND SOPHOMORI-I YEARS September of 1946 brought our Freshman year with a change of companions but no change of scenery, for though the girls had taken up residence at l3 mile road we remained in the Shrine Grade School building. Under the watchful eye of our home room nun Sister Regina Mary, we were taught the rudiments of the life of ahigh school student. Surprising to say we found out that we had to study hard. This put a damper on our spirits but we managed to survive. As all lowly Frosh must, we humbly experienced the traditional initiation at the hands of the high-brow seniors. For days we lovingly knelt at their feet shining their No. lZs, rewarded only by a frequent paddle. Later in the fall we proudly watched the football team, under the direction of Mister Giuliani, race through the season climaxing it by capturing the Third Divi- sion Championship, the first the school had ever had the honor of claiming. 1947 brought more confidence and a feeling of superiority for after all we were Sophs now. Try as they would the faculty could not get this erroneous idea out of our heads. How they lived through it we often wonder. This year was an eventful one. In the Fall the football team nearly repeated their success of the previous season. This was our first year in the Second Division and the competition was a little more unyielding. In a much talked about game with St. Alphonsus, we lost the championship by the score of 7 to 6. The basketball team turned in a more glorious season by winning the Second Division Championship from Annunciation and also copping the District Champion- ship. This year also brought into being the annual Home Coming Ball which has been in vogue for the past three years. 44

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BOYS AND GIRLS: JUNIOR AND SENIOR YEARS At last we were Juniors, no longer the babies of the school, nor the terrible Sophs. We now held the distinction of being sophisticated upper classmen--and how we played the pa rt, This year brought the removal of the For Girls on the Little Flower High School campus sign--for something new had been added. The gallant Knights in- vaded these hallowed halls with their crew cuts and bebops. We all turned out for the football games and cheered our hearts out as we watched Giuli's team wind up the season unbeaten. Then during basketball we defended our Second Division title and clinched the crown. As we look back on our Junior year, we remember our home-room nuns: Sisters Rose Eleanor, F1-ancisAnna, and Mary Conrad, who had quite a time curbing our enthusiasm. The most memorable event was of course The Prom --how we slaved for weeks on the decorations of our Marine Fantasy. And what fun we all had even though after all that waiting it seemed as though the magic night disappeared as quickly as Cinderella at the stroke of twelve. And as swiftly and surely as that one fleeting night came and went--so Our Senior year has come and gone, But we mustn't pass it by so quickly for this was the most important year of all, highlighted by our student written, produced and di- rected play-- Don't Cry Jo, the Year-book, and a wonderful trip to Washington. Who could ask for more ? We certainly have come a long way since that first year when we wereFreshmen, as green as the hills--believing as we watched another class march to the strains of Pomp and Circumstancef' that this tomorrow would never come. And yet, these past few years have slipped away almost without our realizing it, and we are ready to try our wings. We wish to thank all the priests and sisters,especially Father Stahl and Sister Eucheria, who made our trip and year-book possible, and our home-room nuns, Sisters Jane de Chantal, Helen Paul, and Ancilla Marie for their unending patience. We could never say goodby to all the friends and memories we have made here but we can say, Thank you Little Flower High School, for all you have done in pre- paring us for our future in 'Tomorrow's World'. 46