St Agnes Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Houston, TX)

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Clie Glzristmas p 'fit 4 You know it by the hustling of the people, and the empty department store shelves The merry Christmas music, and the ringing of the bells. lt's seen on happy people's faces, and on season greeting cards, People's picture windows, and gaily lighted yards. And yet in a manger asleep in the hay, lay the little baby Jesus on the first Christmas day. The spirit was the shepherds who followed the bright star and the three Wise Men, who came from afar. There was no hustling of the people or empty store shelves. Nlerry Christmas music or ringing of the bells. Happy people's faces on season greeting cards, People's picture windows and gaily lighted yards. Just the little oxen stable, where the baby Jesus lay, on the first Christmas morning asleep in the hay. -Loretta Cryan

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Mrs. E. J. Delorde - Corresponding Secretary, Mrs. J. W. Gore - Treasurer, Mrs. R. C. Keegan - Historian, Mrs C. C. Chambers - President, Mrs. M. N. Vernaci - Parliamentarian, Mrs. R. L. Wright - Recording Secretary, Mrs. .I. T. Brophy - Member-at-Large. Faithfully standing behind the students and faculty at St. Agnes, is a group of hardworking souls devoting their time and trouble to our problems and needs, and continually helping to improve St. Agnes in one way or another. Thanks to the St. Agnes Mothexs' Club we now have new typewriters, rubber matting in the auditorium, the electric clock on the fourth floor, two new record players, ond many other conveniences we take for granted. We at St. Agnes sincerely appreciate your thoughtfulness, loyal service, patience, perseverance, and untiring efforts through the years, to help make this a better school. Thank you, dear Mothersl Your Daughters.

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