St Agnes High School - Agnita Yearbook (West Chester, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 124 of the 1941 volume:

i GfH E £40NFTA ST. AGNES HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Edited and Published by the OFASS OF 1941 ' Sursum Corda” WEST CHESTER - PENNSYLVANIA 8 June, MCMXLI THE AGNITA DEDICATION To Our Beloved Pastor REVEREND HENRY C. SCHUYLER, S.T.L., LL.D. and to Our Devoted Teachers THE SISTERS, SERVANTS OF THE IMMACULATE HEART OF MARY We Lovingly Dedicate THE AGNITA THE AGNITA REVEREND HENRY C. SCHUYLER, S.T.L., L.L.D. Our Esteemed Pastor 5 THE AGNITA PATRONESS Our Lady Queen of Peace CLASS MOTTO Sursum Corda CLASS COLORS Maroon and Gold CLASS FLOWER American Beauty Rose THE AGNITA AGNITA STAFF Editor-in-Chief JOSEPH M. REILLY Assistant Editor HELEN M. O'CONNELL Business Manager ELEANOR A. FRAME Personals JOHN A. JOYCE ROBERT K. McKNIGHT ELIZABETH J. RUGGIERO A. MARIE LOCKNER Asst. Business Manager VINCENT J. SPRINGER Sports FRANCIS L. NEWMAN BERNICE L. CLARK Humor PAUL A. TERRELS M. PATRICIA MORAN 7 Our Lady Queen of Peace, pray for us THE AGNITA Prayer to OUR LADY, QUEEN OF PEACE Most Holy Virgin, Mother of God and our most loving mother, on account of thy dignity as Mother of God thou dost share in the prerogatives of thy Divine Son, in His all-embracing kingship. We are thy humble servants, thy faithful children. We feel consoled when we consider how the Savior of mankind had Himself announced by the prophets and by the angels at Bethlehem under the beautiful title of King of Peace, and it must also be most pleasing and welcome to thee if we invoke and honor thee as the Queen of Peace. This title is so fitting to thy maternal heart. By thy powerful intercession keep discord and hatred aloof from the nations, guide all hearts on the way of brotherly love and peace! Jesus taught love and peace to mankind and urged it upon them for their universal well-being. On this way Holy Church seeks to guide us unceasingly. Most glorious Queen, look down with favor upon the paternal efforts of our Holy Father, the Vicar of thy Divine Son on earth, and grant to them a happy issue! He is untiring in his endeavors to bring mankind to the one center where salvation is possible—the Faith—and to keep them in the unity of Faith. Help us, that we, too, may with childlike docility submit to the common Father and yield to his well-meant designs. Grant also that harmony may reign in our families, peace in our hearts, and Christian love in the whole world. Amen. 9 THE CLASS OF 1941 THE AGNITA GRADUATES President ROBERT K. McKNIGHT Green Hill—Classical Vice-President Treasurer VINCENT J. SPRINGER ELEANOR A. COTTER West Chester—Classical West Chester—Classical Secretary MARGARET G. HOFFMAN West Chester—Classical DOROTHY M. CIALINI, West Chester..................................Commercial BERNICE L. CLARK, West Chester....................................Commercial VINCENT G. CLARKE, Coatesville.....................................Classical JOSEPH J. COWAN, West Chester.....................................Commercial MARY R. DONOHUE, Morstein..........................................Classical MARY A. FALCONE, West Chester.....................................Commercial CHRISTINE T. FINEGAN, West Chester.................................Classical GEORGE J. FINEGAN, West Chester....................................Classical PATRICIA M. FINEGAN, West Chester.................................Commercial ELEANOR A. FRAME, West Chester....................................Commercial HELEN A. GARA, Paoli............................................ Commercial JOHN M. GLEASON, West Chester......................................Classical DOROTHY C. GLISSON, West Chester...................................Classical VINCENT C. GORMAN, Lenni..........................................Commercial FLORA E. HUTTON, West Chester......................................Classical JOHN A. JOYCE, West Chester....................................... Classical WILLIAM C. JOYCE, West Chester................,...................'Classical A. MARIE LOCKNER, West Chester.....................................Classical MARY S. LYONS, West Chester.......................................Commercial LEO J. McCARTER, West Chester.....................................Commercial FRANCIS X. McCOOL, West Chester....................................Classical MARGARET L. McCORMICK, West Chester...............................Commercial JEAN C. McLAUGHLIN, Green Tree....................................Commercial M. PATRICIA MORAN, West Chester....................................Classical JOSEPHINE A. MORLEY, West Chester.................................Commercial MARY R. MOZZANI, West Chester.....................................Commercial FRANCIS L. NEWMAN, West Chester....................................Classical HELEN M. O’CONNELL, West Chester...................................Classical JOHN C. PURCELL, Malvern.......................................... Classical JOSEPH M. REILLY, West Chester.................................. Classical ELIZABETH J. RUGGIERO, WestChester................................Commercial PETER G. SCHROTH, West Chester.....................................Classical J. IRWIN SHAFFER, West Chester.....................................Classical JOHN A. SMITH, Chatwood............................................Classical HELEN A. TAVANI, West Chester.....................................Commercial PAUL A. TERRELS, West Chester.....................................Commercial LEO A. TIGUE, West Chester........................................ Classical MARY E. TRAVIS, West Chester...................................... Classical BRIAN J. WALKER, West Chester......................................Classical CHARLES L. WATTS, Coatesville......................................Classical MYRTLE R. WHITE, Uwchland..........................................Classical JOSEPH FH. ZACCARELLI, Frazer.....................................Commercial 11 THE AGNITA OUR PRAYER Ave Maria, O maiden so fair! Ave Maria, whose heart shares all care, Guard us and guide us from thy home above, That we someday may share in His great love. Ave Maria, our radiant queen, Ave Maria, so spotlessly clean, Reach to the great throne of our God above, And seek forgiveness for those you do love. Ave Maria, O Mother of all! Ave Maria, while answering each call, List to our prayer—a suppliant s plea— O Mother, protect this land of the free! 12 MARY S. LYONS THE AGNITA PERSONALS Remember me in shine and shower, In sorrow and in glee; When summer breathes upon the flower, When winter blasts the tree; When there are dances in the bower, Or sails upon the sea. Remember me! my heart will claim No love, no trust from thee,- Remember me, though doubt and blame Linked with the record be; Remember me,—with scorn or shame,— But yet, remember me! From “Remember Me,” by Winthrop M. Praed 13 THE AGNITA ROBERT K. McKNIGHT President ‘'Mick” There are quite a few things that just cannot be bought, But a reputation like his will ever be sought. With unshaken confidence we selected Mick as our president, and, as a farewell tribute to him, we affirm that we have never been disappointed. Because of his determination to master every under- taking whether it be difficult or easy, Mick will experience achievement in whatever career he may choose. His gracious manner and consistent habits of study have been valuable assets to him during his school days, and will, no doubt, be reliable aids in the future. To one who deserves it in abundance, we extend to you, Mick, best wishes for a future crowned with accomplishments. VINCENT J. SPRINGER Vice-president Vince Open-hearted, frank, and merry, Though he’s always in a hurry. Here we have a member to whom an introduction is unnecessary. He has been with us for twelve years, and has indeed contributed greatly to the up- holding of our standards. Our sincere compliments are extended to Vince for his exceptionally good portrayal of Judas in our Passion Play. His wealth of knowledge in religion secured for him the Michael Murphy Award in Religion. Loyalty to friends and steadfastness of purpose are two of his outstanding traits. May you ever be a victor in life’s conquests, Vince. 14 THE AGNITA MARGARET G. HOFFMAN Secretary Peg” (Orchestra) Here is Margaret with the laughing brown eyes, And with talent which she cannot disguise. For four years Margaret has held the popularity crown—a charming sovereign is she amidst loyal subjects. That same magnetic personality obtained for her the office of class secretary. Peg” is one of those select few who can be quiet and retiring and at the same time be an influential force in every undertaking. As a student she is unsurpassed— whether the subject be English, Latin or mathematics, her superior work is both the admiration and envy of the slower pupils. Her talent likewise extends to music, for she excells in both vocal and instrumental music. Peg, may you always outmatch every competitor. ELEANOR A. COTTER Treasurer “Eleanor Who will attempt to measure The worth of such a treasure! Not only as class treasurer is Eleanor well known— she is in herself a priceless treasure. With the greatest of ease she earns high marks and most unassumingly encourages each classmate to do the same. Essays, short stories, dramas, poems—all are so well done by this lover of English that we eagerly await their reading. Though optimistic in her views, Eleanor is never satisfied in merely hoping for the best—she does all that is necessary to bring about that best. Eleanor, we’re going to miss your constancy, but we hope that others will appreciate it. 15 THE AGNITA DOROTHY M. CIALINI Duly” (Basketball) A true friend is better than silver and gold. Dark hair, brown eyes, and an attractive manner, offset by neatness personified—that’s Duly. Though a happy-go-lucky person, she possesses all the sincere qualities of a close friend and the agreeable traits of a casual acquaintance. Because of her jovial disposition and timely remarks, our social gatherings have been made enjoyable and memorable. With traits such as these, Duly, a prosperous career as a beautician is assured. BERNICE !_. CLARK Pernice” (Basketball) Bernice is happy, free, and gay, She helps to drive all cares away.” Bernice is gifted with a very jolly and happy dis- position. She sees the bright side of each situation, and, by so doing, she makes an earnest effort to keep joy in our hearts, as well as in her own. Bernice finds great pleasure in th3 game of basketball, and proves to be a skilled player. As a typist, she has no rival. Bernice, with courage as its complement, your efficiency will place you on the road to fame. VINCENT G. CLARKE “Vince” True wisdom is to know what is best worth knowing, And to do what is best worth doing. Serenity and perseverance are so well exemplified in Vince” that, for the three years in which he has been with us, we have never seen him disturbed or indifferent towards any undertaking. Though seldom heard, he has a deep interest in all school activities. His ready smile is but the outward indication of a noble and sincere disposition. May you always sail on a calm sea, Vince. 16 THE AGNITA JOSEPH J. COWAN Joe” (Basketball) Here is wit at its height, Clearly seen at first sight.” “Joe” is a Fellow who has tested the truth of the proverb— Laugh and the world laughs with you.” His abundant supply of humorous remarks, supported by his cheerful attitude, has kept us in a mood of gaiety. With all his mirthfulness, Joe can be relied upon whenever a helping hand is needed, for his generosity is likewise unlimited. Joe, may good fortune attend you on your way, and may you always enjoy the blessing of many friends. MARY R. DONOH'JE “Mary “In Mary, love and laughter c.jy, Bring merriment to our school day. Mary may seem somewhat quiet, but she is never wanting when there is occasion for gentle humor. By her pleasant smile and small courtesies, Mary makes the school day very agreeable to all. She feels that she can put her life to its best and noblest use by becoming a nurse. If cheerfulness and kindness are assets to this profession, and we think they are, Mary is indeed qualified. Mary, our good wishes attend you. MARY A. FALCONE Mary” She who seeks one thing in life, and but one, May hope to achieve it before life is done. Her sparkling brown eyes, her black wavy hair, and her joyous smile give Mary a very pleasant appearance, while her humorous remarks, her spon- taneous laughter, and her keen perception enhance that appearance. Mary’s studiousness is accompanied by an enthusiasm which results in achievement. The systematic manner which dominates her actions en- ables her to accomplish a great deal in a very short time. May you reach the goal of your ambitions, Mary. 17 THE AGNITA CHRISTINE T. FINEGAN “Winkey” (Basketball) She seems to enjoy life day by day, For she plans it in her own way.” Here is Winkey,” another member of the class who is admired for her calm and generous disposition. Vividly and amusingly she tells anecdotes concerning her outside experiences—anecdotes which we enjoy almost as much as she does. If tripping the light fantastic way were in keeping at all times, we would be unable to keep Winkey still. However, love for pleasure has never been an impediment to her progress in the classroom. Winkey,” may you keep on the sunny side of life’s pathway. GEORGE J. FINEGAN Harky” He greets each day with a smile, And makes each task seem worthwhile. Harky” is our local glamour boy. Without his laughing disposition and witty remarks much of the humor and fun of our class would never have been enjoyed; without his car many an away basketball game would never have been seen. Beneath his cloak of gaiety he conceals, or thinks he conceals, many admirable characteristics. Harky, since difficulties are best overcome by a light heart, we encourage you to continue to look on the best side of every adventure and to keep on smiling. PATRICIA M. FINEGAN Patsy” (Basketball) Patsy, though quiet and demure, Has the will ever to endure.” Where is Bernice? Well, when you have found her you will also find Patsy —they are inseparable. Patricia displays great zeal for school work, and spontaneous enthusiasm for basketball. Zealous though she be, she always has time for fun-making. Her present aspiration is to be a stenographer, and we readily predict that she will be capable and agreeable, for she has learned to make duty a pleasure. Keep up what has been so well begun, Patsy. 18 THE AGNITA ELEANOR A. FRAME Aggie (Basketball, Co-captain) Because of work, and study, and play, Eleanor is efficient today.” With an agreeable personality, a genuine friendly manner, a ready sense of humor, and in- numerable talents, Eleanor is well prepared to travel upward along the road of life's course. She approaches all her tasks with a calm and deliberate manner which foretells merited attainment. As co-captain of the basketball team, she led us on to many victories. May the light of fortune continue to shine upon you, Aggie.” HELEN A. GARA Helen (Basketball) I slept, and dreamed that life is beauty,- I woke, and found that life is duty.” In Helen we are gifted with a lasting and sparkling ray of sunshine. Her amiable manner has made many a day bright, while her contagious zest for learning has helped many a pupil to find pleasure in study. Helen’s watchword is duty,” and as a result of her convictions she is a capable student, an excellent basketball player, and a sacrificing friend. Helen, may you continue to wear that radiant smile, the indication of accomplishment. JOHN M. GLEASON Johnnie Generous, merry, wise, and gay, Is Johnnie’s routine through the day.” Johnnie has a very pronounced characteristic- his ability to keep on the side of the offensive, and his ardor in not admitting defeat until he is quite sure he is defeated. He is very fond of history debates and does well in this field because of his sensible opinions, his inexhaustible supply of information on recent happenings, and his readiness to listen to the views of others. Johnnie,” it has been a real pleasure to claim you for a friend. We hope that the friendship begun in school is but beginning, not ending. 19 THE AGNITA DOROTHY C. GLISSON “Dot” “Dot never spoils her happiness with care. Although she is so quiet, good, and fair.” “Dot seems to have a superfluoussupplyof anima- tion. Sometimes she glides around so rapidly and quietly that you would think she were a butterfly. Because of so many helpful hints, given at the oppor- tune moment, “Dot” will be remembered as Good- deed-Dotty.” She has proved skillful as a student, and we know she will be equally skillful as a nurse. Keep the patience you now possess, “Dot,” and you will keep your patients happy. VINCENT C. GORMAN “Vince” (Basketball) “Here today, Gone tomorrow.” “Did you do your stenography? This question has been so frequently asked by “Vince” that it has become characteristic of him. It is indicative of the first, last, and only thing about which he ever worried. We have memories of this faithful friend that will remain in our minds for many years to come, and no doubt provide many hours of happy thoughts— thoughts of what were once realities. We hope that your amiable manner will open for you the avenue of success, “Vince.” FLORA E. HUTTON “Flora” We love her for her kindly deeds(- Her ear is tuned to all our needs.” Flora is the smallest, and likewise the quietest girl in our class. So quiet is she, that, were it not for her alertness in rendering assistance to someone in need, you would think her not present. She is a consistent student, and a loyal classmate. Her deft fingers have long since learned the art of hairdressing. So confident are we of her skill in this art, that we hope to call upon her in the future when we wish the most satisfaction. You take with you our every good wish for success, Flora. 20 THE AGNITA JOHN A. JOYCE Red” (Basketball, orchestra) “Victory belongs to the most persevering.” Red is one ofthe versatile members of our class. Ordinarily, he is calm and deliberate in all his actions, but in our Passion Play he portrayed the part of the infuriated and scheming Caiaphas. A champion for optimism, he does his best to instil this trait in others. He has a seriousness of purpose that, when adapted to his capacity for work, will certainly propel him onward upon the sea of life. We think him an excellent candidate for the Flying Cadets. Capable, willing, whole-hearted, and agreeable—he must succeed! The class is ready to congratulate you, Red. WILLIAM C. JOYCE Woody” Here is a friend if ever there was; We know because of the things he does. Woody,” who may seem to be somewhat indif- ferent and carefree, has been found by us, his class- mates, to be both animated and serious, as the oc- casion requires. His keen sense of humor and his clear perception of situations should lead him far on the way to a brilliant future. His willingness to offer assistance when needed portrays another valuable asset—true sympathy. Woody, as occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment, we feel sure that your share of enjoy- ment in the future will be more than abundant. A. MARIE LOCKNER Marie” (Orchestra) Honesty and sincerity have been her goal, And well does she play the part in her special role. A class is indeed blessed in having a member like Marie, whose charm lies chiefly in a complete absence of self-consciousness, a genuine sympathy, and a congenial manner. Marie is a true and worthy friend who sees good in everyone, speaks well of all, and generously offers assistance to those in need. In her we have an honor student and an accomplished musician. Marie, may your days to come be full of harmony. 21 THE AGNITA MARY S. LYONS Mary” Do thy duty, that is best; Leave unto thy Lord the rest.” Mary joined us in our freshman year, and since then we have felt strength in the sterling quality of her character. Preparedness is her safeguard. When lessons are to be done, Mary has time for nothing else,- neither has she time for an unnecessary word until every assignment has been mastered. Having very prudently acquired the habit of listening, she seldom speaks; but when she does, she has most attentive listeners. Mary, may you continue to be faithful to duty. leo j. McCarter Stan” Cares and worries are no part of me,- All I want is my sweet liberty. Stan is a level-headed boy who believes firmly in the conservation of energy. Through his satis- factory method of solving our problems we have quite frequently landed at successful terminals. His unique style and wealth of knowledge in current events give him a high place as an essayist. His humoristic technique and original manner of enter- taining have gained for him numerous friends. Stan,” may the future reserve for you only the most pleasant duties. FRANCIS X. McCOOL Hindy (Basketball) Capable, humorous, and true, With a brain that’s meant to do.” “Do what must be done at the right time, and do it well. This is the rule by which Hindy's” day is governed. At times of leisure, his marked sense of humor is socially fitting,- during classes, his brain may be compared to the tick of a clock in its continual function; on occasions of misfortune, his sympathetic understanding is indeed to be coveted. His general expression, a happy smile, comes from an habitual cheerfulness, the source of which is kindliness. Besides gaining scholastic honors, he has gained proportional credit as a basketball player. Farewell, “Hindy, and may attainment crown your every undertaking! 22 THE AGNITA MARGARET L. McCORMICK Peggy” (Basketball) As we sow, so we reap,- As we think, so we achieve.” In Peggy” an apparently carefree nature is moulded into a worthwhile character. We have yet to see her angry or ruffled about anything—an enviable record. An optimistic outlook and an earnestness in applying a steady and undisturbed attention to the task at hand will ever keep her a stranger to failure. To be her enemy is well nigh impossible; to be her friend, a coveted privilege. May the world offer you its best, Peggy.” jean c. McLaughlin Jean” She greets you with the sweetest smile, And makes each act seem so worthwhile.” Jean is like a brilliant sunbeam whose purpose is to furnish cheer and dispel sorrow. The ever- present smile upon her lips and the mischievous twinkle in her eye portray a fun-loving disposition. If a person were to ask which one of us is the most smooth-tempered, and the most consistently pleasant in the face of difficulties, unanimously we would name Jean. We have enjoyed your companionship, Jean, and regret to say, Adios!” M. PATRICIA MORAN Patty” (Basketball) We all know Patty by her song, And wish her joy her whole life long.” For Patty” we know not what the future has in store, but we do know that she has implanted in our hearts a great love and appreciation for true merri- ment, which is so characteristic of her. Well may she wear a lasting smile, for her earnest endeavors in the class room have obtained for her valuable achievement, while her skill in basketball has helped to obtain many a victory. Patty,” may you continue to radiate sunshine, and may that sunshine be reflected in the hearts of your associates. 23 THE AGNITA JOSEPHINE A. MORLEY Jo” (Basketball) Smile and the world smiles with you. With extreme pleasure we present a carefree senior whose spontaneous humor, remarkable pa- tience, noteworthy perseverance, and calmness bespeak her character. Her sincere and pleasing manner has built a barrier between her and monotony. Willingly Jo participates inal I activities, and readily does she sympathize with the downcast person. Her most trifling acts are ennobled by her kindness and ever-present smile. Jo, may Dame Fortune remain by your side. MARY R. MOZZANI Muzzie” (Basketball) Like the waves of the mighty deep— Never quiet unless asleep. Truly, Mary is talkative, but this is because she is so full of animation, and so intensely interested in all our class activities. She is a persevering student, an amiable friend, and an accomplished basketball player. Mary not only plays well, but she succeeds in teaching others to play well. So well armed is she with courage that we know she will conquer with ease every obstacle that the future may hold. Our best wishes attend you, Muzzie. FRANCIS L. NEWMAN Doc” Francis is a lad who’s brimming over with fun, But most dependable when work is to be done. In Doc we have a companion who finds pleasure in everything and a timely remark to fit each occasion. Although he enjoys himself and the things about him hugely, he is not without characteristics that com- mand our greatest respect. Loyalty, honesty, and industry are the most prominent of a series of worthy traits imbedded in his makeup. While to the public eye he portrayed the part of Peter in our Passion Play, to us he was an indispensable member of the mob. Before parting, Doc,” accept our wishes for the attainment of your ambition. 24 THE AGNITA HELEN M. O’CONNELL Wee Wee (Basketball) Her voice is soft and low,- Her bearing, gracefully slow.” Helen has both charm and ability which give her a coveted place in her great circle of friends. Her quiet dependability and efficiency in accomplishing prescribed tasks merit for her a place among our foremost students. A more ardent supporter of the senior class is not to be found. She leaves behind her years of happy memories, which we hope are but the beginning of many. Wee Wee, may you continue to find happiness in making others so. JOHN C. PURCELL Murph (Basketball) He has a cheerful way that tends To draw to his side many friends. Let him who is deserving reap the benefit of his deeds, —this is our wish for Murph . Whether our case be sympathetic, common-place, or humorous, his manner is agreeable, and his words are discreet, As Pilate in our Passion Play, he made a lasting impression on our minds. To be a baseball pitcher is his greatest ambition. Knowing his skill, we are hoping to extend our sincerest congratulations in a short time. Our wishes are that your future performances will be equally praiseworthy, Murph.” JOSEPH M. REILLY Joe” (Basketball, Captain) His calm way of living and sensible touch Should accomplish for him a lot more than much. Joe is the member of our class that possesses the most suavity. Nothing excites him to the point of his becoming confused. His remarkable control of temper and even disposition will undoubtedly acquire for him as many triumphs in the future as they have in the past. He has represented us as editor of the Agnita” and captain of the basketball team, and in both offices he has displayed exceptional ability and dependability. Joe, may all the achievement that comes from activity of the mind and exercise of the body be yours. 25 THE AGNITA ELIZABETH J. RUGGIERO ‘‘Lizzie’’ (Basketball, Co-captain) Here is a lass with great vitality, And a charming personality.” Lizzie with her blonde hair, brown eyes, and winsome manner readily adapts herself to every situation. Her lively disposition, Ruent speech, and agile movements, all denote a rapidity of thought and action that is so noticeably a part of her. As she masters each lesson with that same ease and skill, she is a most successful pupil. Lizzie, may your talent and grace direct you onward to fortune and favor. PETER G. SCHROTH Pete Peter though quiet is full of fun; He is the friend of everyone. Pete’ is ever a gentleman. Though most of the time his manner is reserved, he knows when to indulge in his Rair for fun and frolic, and to him we are grateful for enlivening many a social gathering. His generosity knows no limit—it is sufficient for him to know that he can be of service. His ambition is to be an optometrist, in which field we hope he will find his heart’s desire. Pete, our wishes for your success and happiness are lavish and sincere. J. IRWIN SHAFFER Buck” (Orchestra) Ambition is the germ from which all growth of nobleness proceeds.” Buck has one ambition—to become a scientific tiller of the soil. We think him faradvanced on the way, but he very modestly denies any right to praise in this regard. In his lighter moments, his amiability and keen sense of humor become his foremost charac- teristics,-in his more serious ones, we appreciate his sense of responsibility, sincerity, and quiet assurance,- in his leisure time, he waxes sweet as the melodious tones from his trombone fill the air. Is it any wonder that he longs for the wide open spaces”? May every turn of the plow prepare the soil for the seed of success, Buck.” 26 THE AGNITA JOHN A. SMITH Smitty” A helping hand is never missed, Until that hand has been dismissed. “Smitty is a typical American youth with all the beneficial characteristics that one would desire. The loyalty, trustworthiness, charity, and patience of his serious side, balanced by his subtle humor, make him a most likeable person. He is always present when a hard task is to be done, and, at any cost on his part, he never leaves the task until it is finished. Smitty, as honor makes ability profitable, we are confident that your capacity for work will enable you to gain your every objective. HELEN A. TAVANI Helen” Work and duty to her were a pleasure, Which she enjoyed to the fullest measure. Helen is a firm believer in the time-honored saying: Silence is golden. Not an unnecessary syllable passes her lips. Her constant application to study, exceptionally good behavior, and willing- ness to render assistance have made her one of th$ more admired members of the class. In a quiet and unpretentious way she directs our course when there is a tendency to stray. Helen, may your happiness be in fullest measures. PAUL A. TERRELS Spriggs Sincerity, charity, love of the truth, Are outstanding traits in an outstanding youth. Spriggs” is one who is able to take a joke as well as give one. Because of his originality in humor he has the position of humor man in our Agnita.” As is characteristic of those who enjoy the lighter side of life, Spriggs appreciates its more serious side at the proper time. When work is to be done, he drops every vestige of foolishness,- when we re in trouble, he is a helpful companion. Spriggs, with your disposition you will overcome all hardships of life's eventful way. 27 THE AGNITA LEO A. TIGUE Hannah” Men of few words are the best men. Beneath Hannah’s” quiet manner lies a sincerity of purpose and a stability of decision that denote the finest principles. His determination and studiousness have been rewarded by marked achievement on the path of knowledge. When discussing farm problems, he waxes eloquent, for he speaks from experience. Because you are an earnest worker and a con- scientious son of the soil, you will find happiness in your chosen field, Hannah, and you take with you our spontaneous acclamations of approval. MARy E. TRAVIS Mary What the eye admires, The heart desires.” Mary is an appreciative listener, whose silence helps to balance the talkativeness of the other girls in the class. Her quiet dependability, altruistic spirit, cheerful song, and gay laughter have attained for her the confidence and respect of each and every one. Mary is one who will always be happy, for her chief happiness consists in making others happy. Mary, may the joy you share be returned to you a hundred fold. BRIAN J. WALKER Scoop (Orchestra) Blow, Gabriel, Blow! In Brian we have an ideal combination—a cheerful disposition and a calm, resourceful character. Though usually quiet, heatedly he debates with us most difficult history problems, and with a remarkable alertness he advances arguments that show logical reasoning. He is likewise an accomplished musician, and generously spends much of his abundant energy in buoying up the orchestra each Wednesday morning. What ever be your path in life’s course, Scoop, may you always find time to produce harmonious sounds. 28 THE AGNITA CHARLES L. WATTS Charley (Orchestra) Among the gifts that God hath sent, Music is the most magnificent. “Spirited is the word for Charley. A surplus of energy is his chief asset, especially when his talent for music has its fling. Yes, both the piano and organ readily succumb to his touch, and the saxophone responds to his fingers particularly well. He has much to look forward to in this field, and someday we expect to see him conducting his own band. Although for him music has the greatest charm, fun claims its share of his time. As he is sincere and persevering in his endeavors, we feel certain that he will reach his desired goal. Play, Charley, play! MYRTLE R. WHITE Myrt (Basketball) Never worry, always be gay— That's the best way to spend the day.” Pleasant in manner, prudent in action, and sincere in words, Myrtle has won the admiration and friend- ship of the entire class. Truly, her good points are many,- her faults, few. Loyalty for the school, and love for study make her one of the most desirable, pupils. In our basketball games her cheerful spirit and unwavering determination gave confidence to the timid players. Myrtle, the memory of you will ever afford pleasant thoughts. JOSEPH H. ZACCARELLI Zack” (Orchestra) Nothing is so strong as gentleness,- Nothing, so gentle as real strength.” Zack” is Frazer’s only representative in our class. Because of his carefree disposition, his ability to make himself agreeable to all at all times, his partic- ular interest in sports, and his conscientious effort to do the right thing at the right time, he is a pal not to be forgotten. During each successive school year, we have learned more thoroughly and seen more clearly the staunchness of his character and the sterling quality of his personality. Zack, you’ll go far on the road of life and you’ll need no pass to get there. 29 THE AGNITA FAREWELL SONG (An Irish Love Song) Now that the time has come for us to bid farewell To all those happy days we hold so dear, We pray that we may ever keep within our hearts The teachings of our Alma Mater here. Oh, let us ask God’s blessing on each faithful nun Who guided us through all our childhood days, That He may guide and keep them each and every one Till they at last reap their reward with Him always. Regina Pacis, our sweetest patroness! Oh, may you always be our guiding star Across the sea of life in storms and tempest, And lead us to port after traveling far. Farewell, St. Agnes; may your children ever be Your faithful subjects now and evermore. The Class of ’41 now pledges loyalty, Until all meet at last on that eternal shore. A. MARIE LOCKNER THE MOON Admired By mortals all, Enthroned in splendor bright She smiles upon our hopes and joys,— The moon. ELEANOR A. COTTER LOVE It’s found In giving all Your trust and loyalty Without a trace of selfishness Or gain. 30 HELEN M. O'CONNELL THE AGNITA EDITORIALS But words are things, and a small drop of ink Falling I ike dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. From “Don Juan” by Lord Byron 31 THE AGNITA NATIONAL DEFENSE Our democratic form of government, that has advanced this country to its place of leadership among the nations of the world, and has made possible the liberty and the privileges and oppor- tunities we as American citizens enjoy today, must be kept safe from all destructive forces. A program based largely upon suggestions submitted by the Secretary of War, the Secretary of Navy, and the Director of the Bureau of Investigation is as follows: 1. Uphold and teach Americanism and our democratic form of government. 2. Discover and report treasonable, subversive, and fifth column activities in America. 3. Assist in physical development of the youth of our country. Our defense of the Caribbean is now of the utmost importance. New air bases, expanded submarine and destroyer facilities, more barracks for more men are under construction all over the area. A hostile navy in the Caribbean would be able to cripple the Panama Canal, which makes it possible for the United States to operate a one fleet navy in defending two coasts. The Caribbean Sea is also a gigantic base from which an American Navy can help defend all twenty Latin American Republics. These naval and air bases at present are defensive, as means for neutrality patrols and trial maneuvers. Overnight they could become strongholds against attack on any part of the Americas from overseas. The United States stands today—potentially—as the world s most powerful nation, capable of exerting, when it shall have been developed, military, naval and air force unmatched by any other nation. The United States has more than 1,000,000 men of military age who have had first-class military training and could fit quickly into a modern army. Mobilization of the National Guard has provided hardening and experience fora quarter-million men. There are more than 70,000 airplane pilots in the United States outside the armed forces who could become military pilots in short order. No navy in the world today is in the high state of preparedness of the American Navy—not excepting the British Navy, which has suffered serious losses. In the last seven years nearly 3,000,000 youths were sent through C.C.C. camps by the government. They have received training in discipline and army life. Many have had training in road building, in driving heavy trucks and tractors, in machinery repair. Young men, between the ages of twenty-one and thirty-six are 32 THE AGNITA daily reporting to draft boards for classification and examinations and then for service. Cantonments are springing up in widely scattered areas on a scale that recalls World War days. National defense has suddenly become something real, something more than talk and debate and rows of dollars. Instead, it is sacrifice for some, work for others, the beginning of a boom for more. The dollars that had been figures on paper are real and are rolling. Plans are becoming realities in steel and mortar as factories arise and the supply service starts. Army and Navy orders placed with American industry today total more than $9,000,000,000. This is to be used for airplanes, tanks, rifles, artillery, powder, clothing and new plants to speed production for the Army,- airplanes, battleships, cruisers, submarines and for ship- yards and plants for the Navy. On July 1, 1940, the United States produced only 500 planes a month, or 6,000 a year. On January 1, 1941, the production capacity was about 1,250 planes a month, or 15,000 a year. By September 1, 1941, the total will be approximately 1,700 a month, or about 20,400 a year. Germany is producing about six times as many planes. Germany very capably can increase this amount in a very short time. The goal in airplane production set by this country is 50,000 planes but this will not be reached for at least three years. The automobile industry may be the‘key to national defense. It has the management, the skilled workmen, and the production methods that must be used if the United States is to become a major military power. In the blitzkrieg methods of Adolph Hitler, the German Army has taught the world one new lesson and recalled a forgotten one. The lesson forgotten was the time-honored military principle that speed and striking power win victories on the battlefield. The new lesson is that modern machinery can increase speed and striking power im- measurably,- that the courage of men with guns is of no avail against men in airplanes, men in tanks, men in trucks. If armies are to be carried on wheels, it thus is clear American automobile factories can provide up-to-the-minute transportation for an army more than seven times the size of armies that could be motorized by all of Continental Europe, Russia and Japan. At present the United States has 31,400,000 motor vehicles now in service, more than twice as many as the rest of the world. In 1940 electrical industry undertook the largest national defense production in its history. 33 THE AGNITA Giant steam turbines and gears to be used to propel new fighting ships of our new two-ocean navy have been ordered by the government. Electric motors and generators are a necessity for military use on land and in the air. Radios for planes, X-ray equipment for use in the field, aviation floodlights and anti-aircraft searchlights grow important as the war takes to the air. It will avail us nothing to appropriate billions for armaments and to incorporate hundreds of thousands of young men in the armed forces unless the iron of determination shall enter our soul, unless behind the military machine shall standa united people, unless within our shining armor shall be found a spirited, resourceful and courageous American nation. If we possess the will to build an impregnable defense and to exert our vast potential power in support of our interests, technical problems will be solved, the seemingly impossible will be accomplished. Without the will our vast powers will be of little help to us. JOSEPH M. REILLY OUR TOWN From a small but prominent crossroads situated between the Brandywine and Chester Creeks has grown a town of pleasant location and boundless picturesqueness. This town has so advanced that its prosperous industries have become known throughout the world; its schools are renowned for their wonderful advancement in education, and its many beautiful churches strive to guide its citizens through an uncertain world. This town has progressed and shall continue to do so as long as its present citizens follow the example of its pioneers who stood up against all hardships and fought until they gained from these hardships some worthy benefits. When the town was young politics and politicians had not yet developed, but in later years changes were made and our town progressed more rapidly than ever before. That age of activity and progress placed West Chester as the political center in Chester County. Another outstanding feature which has made West Chester famous in this section of the country is the interest her citizens have always taken in education. The town is the seat of the State’s best Teachers College and possess two high schools, the Public High School and that of Saint Agnes Parish. The earliest school on record was a small log house on the corner of Gay and High Streets. From this has developed a wonderful educational system of which every citizen is proud today. 34 THE AGNITA In the early days of our town, no one ever thought of naming the street on whichheorshelived. How the naming of the streets began we cannot say, but many were named in memory of well known and loved citizens, and others received names because of the trees lining them. Following all these developments came the three West Chester Fire departments which are a great comfort to the people, the West Chester Banks where the people meet for financial business and the hospitals which are an integral part of our community. Our town is typical of many such communities that seem to be ideal in so far as there is a closer relation between the citizens than can be found in large cities. We are proud of our town and no matter how far from it the future will carry us, we will look back upon it with the feelings of deep affection and pride. HELEN M. O’CONNELL HIS MAJESTY Some day The curtain of Life will be drawn, and we Shall behold in splendor divine Our God. ELIZABETH J. RUGGIERO TELL ME Kindness, Sweetest virtue, All-embracing kindness! Why is it that you’re practiced by So few? JOSEPHINE A. MORLEY THE WEATHER The weather is the strangest thing— It freely weeps, then sweetly smiles,- In heavy rain it tries to sing,- With softest snow it forms white piles. It comes to both the rich and poor, And helps each dainty flower to grow,- And puts brown rust upon the door, And fills the world with a bright glow. FLORA E. HUTTON 35 THE AGNITA CLASS SONG (Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair) School days have gone as though blown by a breeze, With pleasures filled we can no longer seize, But fond memories will forever stay To cheer us along life’s winding way. Chorus Many were the glad hours spent throughout these years; Many were the days that were so free from fears; So we’ll whisper “Sursum Corda’’ on bended knee, And Our Saviour will hear each plea. We’ll seek for friends with hearts brave and true As those to whom we now bid adieu. Dear St. Agnes, light the way, Lest ever we be led astray. MARGARET G. HOFFMAN THANKFUL Let us forever be thankful To mother, and father, and friends, And to the Dear God above us For the many blessings He sends. Let us forever be thankful For intellect and will to do, For graces given us daily To make us loyal, good, and true. BERNICE L. CLARK 36 THE AGNITA GRADUATION THEMES Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in Heaven above. From Evening” by John Keble 37 THE AGNITA SALUTATORY Each year, as the beautiful days of June approach, there are thousands of boys and girls, who, having completed a nigh school course, look to the future. Some are well prepared to solve the prob- lems of life, while others, though familiar with the various arts and sciences, know no rules, no laws, no standards by which to be guided. In this day of turmoil, and confusion, and uncertainty, when we are surrounded by every kind of enemy, we need to have within our grasp a protective force,—something reliable, strong, and lasting. Where shall we find that priceless protective force? There is only one answer,—In a Catholic education, the education that trains both the intellect and the will, the education that trains both for life on earth and life in heaven. Education is so dominating a force that it has the power to determine not only a man’s career, but his whole life—here and hereafter. Therefore, a Catholic education must be sought for by those who wish to be educated, and it should be greatly cherished by those who have been so fortunate as to be properly educated. Systems of education vary. Most of them have a common end in view—to enable man to earn a happy existence in his life upon earth. The Catholic system differs from these in this respect. While aiming to enable man to live a happy life here on earth, the Catholic system stresses the necessity of striving for a happy existence hereafter. The Catholic is taught to work for and to enjoy earthly possessions, but he is also taught to realize the great importance and necessity of saving his soul. Catholics really live in two worlds,- they live in time, but they live for eternity. This system of education instructs man in the art of enjoying the privileges and advantages of this life and at the same time teaches him the science of using these same privileges and advantages as a means for gaining eternal enjoyment. A Catholic education is not an end in itself, but a means to an end. The Catholic philosophy of education is based upon the Catholic religion. Religion has its influence in all divisions of learning. Archi- tecture, music, literature, law, medicine, and commerce are either good or bad, depending upon the presence or absence of religion. The knowledge of Christ is a science in itself, and His life is the great illustration in the Catholic teaching of youth. As religion is a necessity in all walks of life, it should be taught together with the arts and sciences required for one’s career. The best opportunity for the complete coordination and correlation of religion as a science with the other branches of knowledge is afforded in a Catholic education, and real happiness is the result of this coordi- nation. 38 THE AGNITA The life and manner of the teachers have considerable influence upon the youth to be educated. In the Catholic educational system the student has religious teachers who have devoted their lives to the teaching of youth. Their aim is not to attain honor or wealth in this life but to serve God by teaching others how to know, love, and serve God. Environment has its influence on one’s education. The Catholic School is usually near a Catholic Church. The crucifix, statues and pictures of the classroom help to create a religious environment. Religion is not extra-curricula activity, but it is taught with every subject. Every lesson is directed from a religious viewpoint. Religion is the basis of a Catholic education. Religion should be the guiding principle in every walk of life. In a Catholic education career success is encouraged, but the import- ance of saving one’s soul is likewise stressed, “what doth it profit a man, if he gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his own soul?” has not been weakened by time. The Catholic education we have received was made possible by the true zeal for souls, by the self-sacrifice, and by the constant and consistent efforts of our pastor, the sisters, our parents, and our many friends. The support and continuance of the Catholic education rests upon them. Now that we have been enriched by such an education, it is our rightful duty to assist in the further development of the Catholic educational system. We now realize the importance and necessity of a Catholic education, and we also realize how fortunate and how highly privileged we are to receive this education, directed by our pastor and the mem- bers of a religious community, and supported by our parents and friends. Our true thanks can hardly be expressed in words today, but we hope our future lives with their joys and sorrows will show in some meausre the appreciation and the gratitude we have for all who aided and encouraged us in our school days. We, the graduating class, heartily welcome you, Father Schuyler, kind sisters, beloved parents, and friends to our graduation exercises. May you find pleasure and satisfaction in the knowledge that you have assisted some of the youth of this material-minded age in receiving a Catholic education. If our accomplishment is worthy of praise, you who have made it possible deserve the greater portion of that praise. We welcome you! FRANCIS X. McCOOL 39 THE AGNITA WHY STUDY? K. of C. Prize Essay The truly learned man will not advocate senseless and excessive cramming in studies—but a student should work, and should work hard at his lessons—in the first place, for the sake of what he will learn, and in the next place, for the sake of the effect upon his own character. Shiftlessness, slackness and indifference in study indicate inability to get on in other walks of life. While studying, a student should work just as hard as he plays in a game of football. The homey adage, “Work while you work, play while you play,” is as true today as it was centuries ago. The primary reason for study is to acquire the knowledge gained in study. To the Catholic youth the most important subject for study is religion; for is not his purpose on earth to know, love and serve his God? When a student, through the study of religion receives a thorough knowledge of God, he cannot but love that God,- and loving God, he desires nothing more earnestly than to serve Him. The student of language gains a greater facility in expressing him- self to his fellow men. A reader of the classics meets characters, who are not unlike his own companions, and understanding these characters he is more tolerant of his fellow men. Mathematics teaches not mere manipulation of figures, but it trains the mind in the ways of straight and logical reasoning. History is a record of what men of all ages and nations have thought and achieved. A history student learns the problems of other generations and thus arrives at a better understanding of his own complex national problems. There are, of course, many other subjects for study and each one contributes to the broadening and enrichment of the mind. There are a number of men who sneer at book learning and other forms of education, priding themselves on being “practical” and “hard-headed.” They cite men who are considered great, but who have had no college training and even in some cases little or no formal education. Lincoln is a favorite example with these men. It is true that Abraham Lincoln did have but little formal education, but he had indomitable tenacity and such a keen appreciation of wisdom that he set out to learn for himself far more than any academy could have taught him. These “self-made men” who consider themselves “success- ful” and ridicule education only betray their own limitations and furnish no sound argument against education. 40 THE AGNITA Bodily vigor is good; intellectual vigor is even better, but far above both is character. One of the best benefits of developing both is the effect of this development itself upon character. The average person, into whom the average student develops is, of course, not going to be a genius in any field, but he can be efficient in any field, and his possibilities of doing well are immensely increased, if he has trained his mind. If after graudation from high school or college, the student thinks the only learning to be had is that found in books he has learned little,- but if he shows a developed character he has profited by his education. Too many people nowadays are apt to consider only the material side of education. They study to earn a living, not to enjoy that living. A man must not only profit from his working hours, but he must profit from his leisure hours, and it is only by study that he can learn how to best employ his hours of leisure. Today we see only too clearly the results of illiteracy—of minds not trained to think clearly. Nations are led by false doctrines and false leaders. They are so easily led because they have taken “the easy way” of following blindly, not seeking to find out why they follow. We Americans must learn our lesson from the bitter experience of the Old World—an experience that teaches us not to take “the easy way,” but to build strongly and firmly good characters by training our minds with diligent study. When a great national calamity stares us in the face, we are too much given to depending on a short “campaign of education’ to do in a few months what should have been done for years in the schools. Youth today needs, not only physical preparedness for the future, but, far more, mental preparedness for the future. They can get this “mental preparedness” only by training their minds by study. America, now more than ever, must “hold high the torch of learning. ELEANOR A. COTTER VALEDICTORY The drone of motors in the heavens, the swift plowing of stately warships through the seas, and the thunder of marching feet—all are marks that serve to remind us of the outward program of defense that is in progress and daily surrounding our life. Yet all this should encom- pass nothing strange or unusual because we have spent a lifetime in arming ourselves inwardly. 41 THE AGNITA Year after year with renewed effort and constant struggle we have aimed for defense against our spiritual enemies. They have shown themselves to require a more massive program of defense than any other foe. Our adversaries in the material world come and go, while only an insignificant number of them remain to annoy and torture the individual throughout a lifetime. Yet, this danger from within, this spiritual conflict, harasses one always. It demands attention, for with the defiling of men comes the defiling of nations. When we were mere infants our enlistment in Christ’s army took place. Then we were advanced as a tiny unit in the mammoth defense program which aspires to a higher goal than a natural soldier ever desires. No earthly reward lies here, no honor and glory to be paraded for a time and then to fade. Here rests a final goal, one of eternal happiness and certainly one more desirable and more dependable than that under the name of fame and glory. A nation trains a soldier so that he will be well prepared, and able to withstand whatever burden is placed upon him. We, as soldiers of Christ, aim to carry through our plan of life which consists of defending His kingdom against the world and the devil. This must be accomplished in ourselves particularly. Our endeavor is to spread the kingdom far and wide, but, contrary to a true militarist’s ideas, it includes no force, bloodshed, or slaughter. Thus we march on and time speeds as we acquire strength against danger. Soon we are actual soldiers of experience laboring for a worthy cause. Competent soldiering is the normal outcome when a soldier trains under an officer whom he respects and admires. Therefore, classmates, our careers as soldiers must be successful for we are under the Captaincy of one who by sheer force of personality and utter selflessness for His men stands above the best. He knows and under- stands the temptations and difficulties of a soldier’s life, for He Himself is the Omniscient God. Today, we linger loath to say farewell to our fellow soldiers. Our course of training has ended. Under the watchful and loving eyes of our beloved Father Schuyler, the ever-faithful sisters, and our prudent and self-sacrificing parents, we have attained our goal. They have guided our footsteps and prepared us for the conquest as vigorous soldiers in the crusade of life. When the smoke of the battle is faint on the horizon and the soldiers have laid away their arms, it is our prayer that we may enjoy an everlasting peace in the kingdom of eternal harmony. MARGARET G. HOFFMAN 42 THE AGNITA ESSAYS How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another’s will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! From A Happy Life,” by Henry Wotton 43 THE AGNITA WHAT WOULD MAKE AMERICA GREATER? Every true American may loudly exclaim: What a great and prosperous nation America is! What opportunities America offers its people! What educational systems America enforces! What a remarkably reliable government exists in America! The greatest possession of the American people is freedom— the freedom which countries all over the world are fighting to obtain or struggling to keep. This freedom of speech, press and religion is very dear and cherished by those possessing it and very much desired by those who do not possess it. The people of foreign nations dream of America as a land of freedom, opportunity, and wealth, and as a country where every man has a right to his opinion and a voice in the government. America with its strong navy, America with its well-manned and well-armed army, America with its loyal citizens who would fight even to death for the maintenance of freedom, America with its scholars and scientists, and America with its pleasant, hard-working, and ambitious people is a great nation! The American people make America great. The American people choose their leaders, and the American people are responsible for the governing of their own great and powerful nation. Up to now, America has been blessed with good fortune, with reliable and learned leaders.- America has been preserved from the destruction and disaster of the horrible, terrifying wars which are being waged in many countries throughout the world. The American people are intelligent and ambitious—they have made America great. America is great, but with very little effort American could be made very much greater. The only lasting peace and happiness is in union with God. If we beseech God in our daily prayers to enlighten and inspire our leaders, America will soon be much greater. The American people, because of the inventions which are making work easy, because of the propaganda and attacks on education, because of the easy and luxurious way of living, are becoming soft and slow-thinking. America must protect her people from the enemies of the mind as well as protect her lands from invasion by armed forces, if she wishes to remain great. Our leaders are great,- our American people are great,- but both can easily become greater. America is modern. Perhaps, the modern inventions will lead to the ruin of America if the American people are not on their guard, for the American people are the ones who have it in their power to make America greater or worse. The American people rule America, and they are responsible for the occurrences that take place. 44 THE AGNITA The American youth must be advised if America is to be made greater. The youth will be the future citizens and members of the governing body, and they need instruction. The American people must use all modern inventions to their advantage, and not their disadvantage. The American leaders must be guided by upright principles, and America must continue to drive forward. These are some ways of making America greater, but there are still more necessary achievements to be reached. If the American inhabitant is thoroughly protected, advised, and instructed in the proper manner, there will, in time, be an elimination of criminals; there will be little need for armed forces within the government; there will be better conditions existing throughout the nation. It is not enough that the American people be strong, ambitious, and prosperous—they must be guided by principles whose roots are buried in the fertile soil of a lasting religion. Peace must be preserved. This can be brought about temporarily by armed force, but it will not be a universal or permanent peace. America has the opportunity to establish peace. America has the greatest means of preserving peace known to man—that is the freedom of religion. Religion is the basis of peace—a good religious man always makes a good citizen, and good citizens make a good nation. The American people should pray constantly for their leaders, and for their nation. In prayer we adore God,- thank Him for favors received; and ask for His blessings. If we pray for peace, not as individ- uals, but as a nation, whole and entire, surely our nation will be protected by our All-powerful Father. God is the only source of peace and contentment, so in order to make America a greater, more prosper- ous, and peaceful nation, every true American should pray, and pray constantly for the preservation of peace in his nation. FRANCIS X. McCOOL “BREAKS” Some guys get all the breaks.” Perhaps you have heard these words uttered by some disheartened person. Do you get the good breaks,” or the bad ones? The term breaks” is justa slang expression for the word opportunity,” and is quite familiar to the American people. It is the breaks” that are given credit or blame—depending upon whether the results of an undertaking are favorable or un- favorable. Had the overbearing leaders of history been given better breaks” (we are not making excuses for their injustice and despotism), they, no doubt, would have been very different. Breaks” probably had much to do with their respective positions. A revolutionist might have been a great pacifist, instead of a ruthless militarist; a domineering dictator might have been a gentle leader, instead of an avaricious tyrant— who knows? 45 THE AGNITA Our position in the social world is often determined by a “break” or two. A young man, having violated the law, is sentenced to prison. Because of a bad break he is ignored by others when he gains his release. On the other hand, there is the young man who was fortunate enough to obtain a good and promising position in his town. Because of the break he is held in high esteem by the whole community. We have all heard about that great financier who began as office boy in a large concern. Yes, his advancement has been attrib- uted to good work and several good “breaks.” Had the “breaks” been bad ones, he might have made no progress. in sports the term “breaks” is dominant. It is usually the “breaks” that make the baseball game go one way or the other. It may be a bad bounce of a batted ball, or a player falling on the ground while going after a fly ball. These “breaks” may permit a run or two to cross the plate, and so change the entire aspect of the game. A fortune may hang on a “break”. In golf, a golf ball may get behind a tree, or a beautiful drive may get stuck in the soft fairway, causing the loss of a stroke or two, or even the loss of a tournament. In football, a fumbled ball, recovered by the opposing team, may mean not only the loss of a game, but nat- ional prominence and glory. The ones who benefit by the bad “breaks” are the ones who re- ceive the good breaks . We, as Catholics, have received the greatest break that has ever been received, or can ever be received—we have received the gift of Faith,- we are privileged to walk in the foot- steps of the Son of God along the path that leads to everlasting happiness. JOSEPH J. COWAN CO-OPERATION All we have learned about the production of wealth leads to the conclusion that by working together men can do far more for them- selves as individuals than they can by working against one another. The principle of working together we call co-operation. Co-operation, while it means combined effort, does not mean the loss of individual effort. If it did, it would be valueless, because it is necessary that the powers of every person be developed. It would be injurious both to the individual and to society if the individual merely worked like a machine, without knowing why he was at work. True co-operation is well illustrated in the workings of an ideal football team. The eleven players go on the field to play the game. It is the player s duty to play for his side and not for himself. It is a 46 THE AGNITA matter of the combined effort of eleven players, eleven individuals, each with a brain of his own, powers of his own, and ideas of his own. How is this done? How is it that each player gets a good game as an individual, while the first principle of the game is to study the interests of one’s side and not the interests of oneself? The answer is that the game has definite rules which each player must obey. These rules constitute the life of the game. It is because each playerobeys these rules that he gets his pleasure. There would be no pleasure if there were no rules, and every player did whatever pleased him at the moment. The best rules in work are found in the same spirit of self-expres- sion. Happiness, as well as fruitfulness in work, follows such co- operation. Doing his best in the game, the player enjoys not only his own efforts, but the efforts, the approval, and the esteem of his fellow players. Doing his best in co-operative work, the worker can gain for himself precisely the same individual and social happiness. LEO A. TIGUE STAR GAZING Astronomy is a broad subject—rather too broad for me, I fear. But I do enjoy my back-yard astronomy, limited as it may be. The stars visit me in my back-yard in a never ending procession. The brilliant and dashing Orion has been a frequent visitor lately. I never tire hearing the adventure tales of this mighty hunter. The seven Pleiades, always close together, told me of their sad plight. The sisters were changed into doves that they might escape Orion. Queen Cassiopeia sits enthroned in regal splendor, while her husband, Cepheus, watches nearby. The Bears are constant visitors. I can rely on them to tell me fanci- ful tales of starry folk, for they are ever vigilant as they circle Polaris. In summer I await the rise of Bootes, the kite that tore itself away from the little Japanese Boys on the great Festival of the Kites. Defiant, it sails the sky. The twisting Draco crawls across the sky, ever menacingly. Hercules stands near with upraised club, ready to deal the fatal blow. Mars seems warlike as he glows red with a furious splendor. The Gemini alternate their years of mortal life. This, I suppose, accounts for the brilliancy of one, while the other glows dimly. The Milky Way flows serenely onward through the star-studded sky. Scorpius is the scorpion which bit Orion in the heel, causing the latter's death. It dwells on the bank of the Milky Way. These are a few of my visitors. Perhaps I’ll never know many more very well, but I’m hoping that someday these visitors will introduce me to more of their companions. 47 ELEANOR A. COTTER THE AGNITA THE POST OFFICE INKWELL How many types of people have dipped a pen into the post office inkwell; how many secrets and cares has it shared! The post office inkwell—in spite of the growing use of fountain pens—is used by people in all walks of life,- the rich and the poor, the young and the old, the proud and the humble, the intelligent and the stupid, the learned and the ignorant, the courageous and the timid— all find it very convenient at times. In the lives of many it plays a far more important part than they realize. By means of the little pool of ink, joy, wealth, and friendship are brought to some, while sorrow, poverty, and enmity are brought to others. Friendly letters, business letters, post cards, packages, and boxes of every description are addressed by means of the ink found in the well of the post office desk. The scratchy pen is used by the business man who rushes in at the last minute to write, to sign or address a letter, the delay of which may mean the loss of an order, or, possibly, his entire business. The housewife dips the scratchy pen into the ink to write out a money order or to sign a check for the grocer; the traveler, to drop a post card; the soldier, to send that looked-for message to his mother. The school child comes into the post office to correct an address, to finish a letter, or to complete his lesson, because he ran out of ink at home. Every day the little inkwell prides itself on being able to accommodate in some way businessmen, professional men, housewives, and school boys and girls. At sundown one may well imagine the conversation between the inkwell and the blotter. The blotter says to the inkwell , For what amount did Mr. A. write out his check today? The inkwell asks, Didn’t you see ? No, he didn’t use me today. He forgot to blot it, so I m sure the figures are blurred. Did you see the sad news I blotted today in Mrs. J’s letter? The inkwell triumphantly answers, Yes, I saw the one who wrote it. If it weren’t for me you would not have even seen it. Well, then, did you see the amount of Mr. B’s bill? No, how did I miss that? You weren’t so clever that time,- he added it on me. After spending a few chatty moments with the blotter, the much used inkwell prepares for another day. 48 MARY R. DONOHUE THE AGNITA KINGLY SERVITUDE Servant and king am I—servant of all mankind—king of all textiles. A “white blanket” am I to the South and the warmth of the North. I am the cargo of ships from the East and the centre of industry of the West. I am a delicate fiber, and I am raised in India, Russia, Brazil, China, Egypt, and the United States. In the United States I am cultivated in the South for I require frost-free weather and abundant rainfall with ample labor to harvest me. About two million people of the South alone plant me. I require cultivating about twenty-two times before picking, and it is estimated that, directly or indirectly, the livelihood of about twelve million Americans depends upon me. I provide more clothes than all the world s other textiles and have more uses than all the other textiles put together. Today, I am being used more than ever for articles of dress. Not only the kitchen dress, but dresses for sport, street wear, and evening gowns are gaining in popularity. I am a durable and washable fabric, and with my many designs and weaves can be made into beautiful articles, not only dresses, but men’s shirts, drapes, furniture coverings and innumerable other articles. National defense has made great demands on me, and each day I am put to a new use. Additional camps, the Americanization meetings, and other patriotic occasions require millions of flags, half of which are made from me. On Independence Day, Armistice Day, and Flag Day, the Flag is thrown to the breeze throughout our land. On Memorial Day the grave of every soldier, from the “Revolution to the present, is decorated with the “Stars and Stripes.” Flags are in growing demand, so I must be at hand, ready to be designed and woven to satisfy the people. The crude oil which comes from me is used in the making of salad dressing, margarine, soap, cosmetics, and medicines. New uses are constantly being discovered. Today the scientists break me up, as it were, into parts. Linters are used in the making of varnish, mattresses and smokeless powder. My hulls are made into household utensils, packing materials, and bran for cattle. I have often been referred to as King” or “white gold.” I am the mantle of the universe,—I am Cotton. DOROTHY C. GLISSON 49 THE AGNITA A COURAGE THAT WILL NEVER DIE Babe Ruth, in the midst of seventy-thousand fans, points a finger at the left field bleachers and then proceeds to knock the next pitch there. Johnny Van Der Meer has the most remarkable pitching record of all times—two no-hit games in a row. We know that takes courage. These men, whose names are famous in the sporting world, have crowds to cheer them. They perform under ideal conditions. There was one man in this world who, with resolute courage, embarked on a mission, knowing that the accomplishment of that act meant almost certain death. This man was Joseph de Veustre—a man whose torch of courage will light the years to come. Joseph de Veustre was ordained a priest and his name was changed to Father Damien. Shortly after his ordination, Father Damien left his home, family, and country to go into voluntary exile. He went where angles feared to tread’’ in order that the lepers might have the word of God preached to them. In Molokai, Father Damien was not only a priest, but he was a carpenter, doctor, lawmaker, reformer, and laborer. In bringing the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the Island of Molokai, he converted it from an island of despair into an island of hope. One day Father Damien was changed. Upon him was cast the shadow of leprocy. He continued to carry the torch of courage until a few months later when the bells of the chapel rang out the sad message to the whole island. Yes, Father Damien, the Leper Priest, the man of courage, was dead. He had no crowd to cheer him,- no headlines in the daily news- papers, and he received no pay. His name was not written in the annals of earthly fame, but in golden letters in the Book of Judgement. When he passed away, his courage was not interred with his bones. The light of his courage remains until today in order to show us that where there is a will, there is a way.’’ John Tabb fittingly describes him in his lines: O God, the cleanest offering Of tainted earth below, Unblushing to thy feet we bring— 'A leper white as snow!’ 50 VINCENT J. SPRINGER THE AGNITA THE FACE That part of the head extending from the hairline on the head to the chin, including the forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, mouth and chin, is spoken of as’ the face. A fair face needs no paint.’’ Some faces are childlike and round; others, long, narrow and serious,- others, delightfully oval. The general character of the face, so they say, is expressive of higher or lower grades of intelligence, greater and lesser degrees of sociability, much or little determination. “His brow proclaims his intelligence.’’ A full high forehead shows a love for education and literary ability. A broad and high forehead indicates plenty of grey matter capacity. A low flat forehead labels one as possessing a droopy personality, a weak mentality, and a fondness for inactivity. “The eye is the pearl of the face.’’ Round eyes denote honesty,- deep-set eyes, shrewdness,- narrow eyes, slyness,- and small beady eyes, deceitfulness. Her cheeks are like the petals of a rose.’’ Some cheeks are high, full and rosy, while others are sunken, thin and pale. The saucy nose betrays her disposition.’’ A Grecian nose indicates gentleness and patience,- a fat thick nose, love for ease and sociability,- a long thin nose, eagerness for learning and advancement of every kind; and that often despised pug nose, generosity. His mouth belies his words.’’ A small mouth predicts a childlike nature and fondness for peace and quiet,- a medium mouth, moderation and friendliness,- a very large mouth, impulsiveness and idle gossip. “Keep your chin up.’’ A firm chin foretells determination, while a receding chin indicates the lack of it. Are you concerned about the opinion your friends have formed of you from your face? Be at your ease and don’t spend too much time measuring the height of your forehead or the length of your nose, because no two of them will think the same about your features, re- gardless of indications. On the other hand, the more they admire you, the more perfect your features will seem to them. Those who truly claim you as a friend have looked beyond the externals and have seen only what true friendship can reveal. 51 MARY R. MOZZANI THE AGNITA EYES It makes little difference whether your eyes are brown, blue, hazel, grey or catty green. Few people notice the color of your eyes,- they notice the expression of the eyes, or the type. Most of us have come face to face with a pair of eyes that make us feel self-conscious or out of place. These eyes are frequently described as being piercing, staring and steely, for they possess a quality that pricks our conscience and self-assurance—they seem to read our every thought. The direct opposite to this type are the shiftless eyes. These eyes cannot encounter a steady gaze, neither can they look into the eyes of another without shifting their gaze to all the objects within view. An entirely different type, not to be confused with the shiftless eyes, are those of the bashful person. An extremely bashful person cannot look directly into the eyes of another person without turning his eyes self-consciously from side to side. Then there are those eyes you have read about in books—the glamorous eyes, fringed with long lashes, or flashing black eyes that hold you spellbound, or those violet-blue eyes that belong to the dreamer, or those whimsical grey eyes that denote constant good humor. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. What do people see in your eyes? MARGARET L. McCORMICK HANDS Our companions are our mirrors. No one doubts that as our associates are, so we are also. They are a reflection of our spirit, character, and all things about us in which others might be interested. Two companions that are with us always are our hands. The hands of the laborer, the artist, and the musician express the essential charac- teristics of the owner. Though they all do vastly different work, they are as necessary to one person as to another. They all work for the same end—to express the feelings and ambitions of the person to whom they belong. The laborer’s hands show signs of toil, but they also show his love for his occupation. The artist and the musician express their thoughts through the work which they do, either on the canvas, or on the musical instrument. 52 THE AGNITA Some hands are more skillful than others. The hands of the capable machinist work to greater advantage than do those of an awkward apprentice. The housewife finds hundreds of uses for her hands in the course of the day. It is certain that all hands are skillful, even beyond the realization of most people. They have a power of coordination to do things that would hardly seem possible. They have a very sensi- tive touch which enables the owner to identify objects without even seeing them. For this reason hands are dependable guides to the blind person. Most women take great pains in trying to make their hands beauti- ful. They use lotions and creams to keep them soft and white. Beauty parlors are full of men and women who are having their nails manicured. Stores are advertising many varieties of polish for the nails. All these add color to the hands, but a hand of itself is very beautiful. Hands that are rough from work may not appear attractive to some, although to the owner they are very dear. Hands are big, small, fat, thin, smooth and rough. All have a different appearance, but all are invaluable. They are as important to a person as a corner stone is to a building. Many people do not fully appreciate their hands, but if they would stop long enough to think of how priceless they are, they would thank God for them, and would use them to the best of their ability. Who can enumerate all that a pair of hands can do? Who would wish for more agreeable companions! J. IRWIN SHAFFER YOUR FEET Have you ever thought of your feet other than just as your feet”? Have you ever thought of them as very important factors in your every- day life? If you didn’t have feet, you would have to use crutches, or a wheel-chair, or be carried about; and I’m sure you wouldn’t exchange your feet for any of these. Consider your feet as a most convenient means of transportation. Think for a momemt! Do you remember where you were and what you did yesterday? Of course, you took a walk. And how would you walk without your precious feet? You played a game. How would you play invigorating games,- such as basketball, baseball, and hockey, if you hadn’t your feet? What pleasure would there be in roller skating and bicycle riding, if it weren’t for your feet? How could you go on errands for your mother, if you couldn’t use your feet? Perhaps your feet are extremely large. That isn’t a hindrance. Or, maybe, they are small and dainty, which fact adds gracefulness to usefulness. No matter what size, ten’s or five s, they are very useful to you, so appreciate them now ahd don’t wait until they can no longer walk, run, hop, and jump for you. Yes, take the advice of your elders and be careful of your feet. jean c. McLaughlin 53 THE AGNITA THE POOR MAN TODAY IS RICHER THAN JULIUS CAESAR Gold, silver, pearls, diamonds, and innumerable other materials of value then known to the world were to be found among the pos- sessions of the potential Julius Caesar. His was an unlimited power. Armies trembled, and citizens quaked in fear of his displeasure. He had a world at his feet, and there it remained during his lifetime, for no one dared to provoke his anger. He ruled as only a powerful master, historian, orator, statesman and general could. He was one of the richest leaders ever to hold sway because his territory practically included the then known Western Europe. Julius Caesar’s halls reflected the gleam of countless candles. His garments were spangled with jewels. Gold flowed through his fingers as the river with its swift current finds its way to the sea. Count- less richly decorated chariots and innumerable spirited horses were always in readiness for his use. Yet, no wealth, power or strength could obtain for him the slightest luxury that the poor man of this age possesses and enjoys. No candles need glow throughout the home of the wage earner of today. A slight pressure of the finger will produce a brilliant light. An automo- bile stands in his garage,- a radio awaits his touch; with the rapidity of thought, a telephone carries a message to his friend or business associate. No slave fetches water, because it is readily obtained by a slight turn of the faucet. The poor man’s life would be deemed as one of luxury beyond the powers of the greatest imagination when Rome was powerful. Yet, to us he does not possess anything unusual. Such luxuries are considered as almost absolute necessities—life to the man of the twentieth century would be impossible without them. We have grown so accustomed to our electric lights, automobiles, airplanes, radios, telephones, and so many other useful machines that the very thought of losing them strikes terror in our hearts. Julius Caesar, however, never dreaming that such things could exist, thoroughly enjoyed his life, and he believed that his was one of unlimited luxuries which only those as powerful as he could enjoy. Though the poor man of today possesses no priceless treasure from a foreign or conquered country, holds sway over no other man, he has the comforts derived from centuries of experience and invention. By means of the printed page and radio commentators, he learns more about the world in a day than Julius Caesar learned in a year. Yes, the poor man of today is indeed wealthy! MARGARET G. HOFFMAN 54 THE AGNITA INDIVIDUAL PREPAREDNESS Last year, much publicity was given to Admiral Richard E. Byrd’s expedition to the Antarctic Continent. The trip was to last for six months, yet it involved tremendous expense, not only of money, but of time and labor as well. The greatness of the adventure demanded complete co-operation of many thousands of people under the super- vision of a capable leader. It had to be mapped out beforehand to forestall accidents. Admiral Byrd carried his vast store of supplies upon two ships. Upon the larger vessel, the Bear,” he took a massive vehicle which was to be used to cross vast canyons of green ice in the land of eternal cold. This machine was a mighty tribute to the genius of automotive industry. Every possible difficulty was overcome in the testing laboratories and on proving grounds before the construction began. The exploration was an assured success, only because no step was taken until everything was in complete readiness. No difficulty was too great; no detail, too small or painstaking, because of the foresight of Byrd himself. This was not his first venture, as everyone knows. The former successes of his many journeys to both the North and the South Pole were due to his ability to forestall disaster by care- ful and effective preparedness. Now, Admiral Byrd’s preparedness is in many ways comparable to the preparedness of every individual of marked foresight. He has given us the example we need while we gird ourselves. We, the youth of today, must prepare to assume responsibility in a few short years. One may aks, What qualities must youth have? What qualities must youth cultivate? In answer to the first question, youth must have a consuming desire for work, a zeal to reach a fixed goal, and especially a strength to adhere to and to follow closely ideals. The youth of today must be prompted by principle. Good principles, and good principles only, will assure clear thinking and judicious acting on the part of the youth. The Catholic Church with its school system instills in the youth under her charge a great desire and esteem for honest labor,- she points out to each one of them a fixed and certain goal—everlasting happiness in Heaven.- and she places before them as models a countless number of saints who have encountered and overcome every kind of difficulty. Together with the teaching of religion, without which there is no com- plete life, she encourages the development and the earnest study of the arts, sciences, literature, and social studies. The second question is no more difficult to answer. The saying: Private virtue, public good, means that our government, economic, and social systems are no better than the people who make them. Young people, in preparing to enter such fields, have mainly to develop and polish the qualities acquired while they were preparing to assume 55 THE AGNITA their respnsibilities as citizens. The desirable traits of character that are not discernible in late adolescence are not likely to be present later. The knowledge and appreciation of the arts, sciences, literature, and social studies, if real, will prompt the continuance of these studies in general, or of some one in particular. The ideal character must include physical, mental, and moral development and culture. We, as Catholics, have it within our grasp to reach a very high standard of individual preparedness, if we but try. What other creed has a more sound backing to make itself a force to be relied upon? With this foundation we may well be sure that our preparedness is not in vain. Let us imitate Admiral Byrd in assuring ourselves of a complete preparedness. ROBERT K. McKNIGHT CHRISTMAS Peace on earth to men of good will. Christmas is the most beautiful time of the year. It is the time when everyone should be happy, because it is the birthday of Jesus Christ. During this time the angelic song of peace again resounds through this war-weary world to remind us that once more we may celebrate the lovely feast of Christmas with its story of love, the charm of which the passing of centuries has failed to erase. Truly, there is no other feast of the year that brings so much peace and happiness to home and family as the great birthday of the Prince of Peace, whose delight is to be with the children of men,” and whose boundless love for men moved Him to exchange the glories of Heaven for the cold and poverty of Bethlehem’s cave, and still holds Him an everlasting 'Prisoner of Love” on our altars. Christmas to many people means the exchanging of gifts,- they know nothing of the meaning of Christ’s Mass; they know nothing, or very little, of the great gift of God to man. Merry Christmas” to them means “many gifts,” material gifts, gifts that will soon be forgot. Is it any wonder they are constantly looking for something to satisfy their happiness? Yes, there is something about Christmas that gives us a feeling of peace and happiness, no matter how great our sorrow—that Something is the Christ Child, the Giver of true peace. JOHN C. PURCELL 56 THE AGNITA POCKETS The small bags inserted in clothing for the purpose of containing articles about the person are commonly spoken of as pockets. We see them on all wearing apparel—men’s, women’s and children’s. Some- times they are so small that they are almost obscure,- yet, what would we do without them! Dad has them in his trousers where he keeps his wallet, his hand- kerchief, and probably some small change which he could not do with- out. He has them in his coat where he keeps those very important business letters and papers. Mother and sister, pretending to dislike the use of pockets, have their pocketbooks in which to keep their necessities,- but on cold winter nights they are very glad to have pockets in their coats in which they may keep their hands warm. Above everything else, the pocket is Junior’s standby. Where would he put his marbles, top, penknife, string, nails, buttons, his bulging wallet (but not with money) and the million other things he needs for his every day procedure, if he had no pocket? Truly, pockets are small, often obscure, unnoticed, and at times even forgotten,- but who will try to do without them? WILLIAM C. JOYCE THE AUTUMN BALL Mother Nature has issued invitations to her annual Autumn Ball. It is a costume ball, and is held in honor of departing summer. I’m going to the frolic for I always enjoy the sight of the beautifully gowned guests and the gay dances. All the trees—the maple, the oak, the chestnut, the walnut, and many others will be present. Some of the trees have already donned their gowns, and, judging from these, I think the affair will be a brilliant one. The majestic oak will be regal in a gown of red with yellow accessories. The lovely maple is now wearing a gorgeous golden gown and will don a scarlet cloak for the ball. The chestnut and walnut trees are wearing costumes of warm yellow and light brown. The latter is always lovely, but this year it promises to be lovelier than ever before. The music for the affair will be provided by an orchestra formed by the wind and the various nuts. The wind will sing through the trees, and the nuts will play castanets by rattling in the trees. But the nuts never play their music long—they soon drop to the ground to join their merry companions, the leaves. 57 THE AGNITA The leaves will dance from dawn till dusk in a gay series of whirls, and some have been seen practicing the polka. The yellow Jack o’lanterns always come, but they don’t dance— they merely sit about, their chubby faces smiling and wise looking. The decorations for the ball are elaborate, and the earth will be beautiful with a brilliant sky-blue ceiling, and a gorgeous golden sun that will stage a radiant and original show all by itself in the late afternoon. One of the best features of the whole affair is that everyone is invited, so I’m depending upon you to attend the Autumn Ball with me. ELEANOR A. COTTER AIR-CONDITIONING Anyone who shops in a department store, eats in a restaurant, visits a beauty parlor or a barber shop, works in an office, travels on a train or has an appreciative knowledge of the countless improvements in textiles, knows that air-conditioning is a source of comfort which cannot be overlooked. In a broad sense, air-conditioning has power over the physical and chemical qualities of the air. It includes ventilation and humidity control, heating and cooling systems, and purification by the removal of foreign matter and obnoxious gases. It may be considered as a term that embraces any factor that is effective in improving the atmos- phere of occupied spaces. Although we consider air-conditioning as a comparatively new invention, the art is as old as civilization. It is true, however, that, as a scientific achievement, it was not born until the early twentieth century, and was not registered until a decade of this century had passed. In the year nineteen hundred and eleven, the formula itself was presented to the engineering world. Approximately three hundred different industries produce air- conditioned products. Without the aid of air-conditioning, many of these products could never be successfully manufactured. Through experimentation, man has learned that air-conditioning assures sanita- tion, increases textile strength, insures uniform strength of threads, and prevents lumping, caking, and sticking of materials. In the produc- tion of rubber, air-conditioning eliminates explosion hazards, imperfect joints, and burning. In the rayon industry, air-conditioning is desired for quality because it retards chemical reactions, decreases drying time, controls moisture regain, and eliminates dirt. It is quite evident that air-conditioning is a modern improvement that has had a definite influence on our life. Throughout the present century its importance has increased, and we may readily conclude that it will continue to do so. MARGARET G. HOFFMAN 58 THE AGNITA THE PASSION PLAY HE IS THE LONELY GREATNESS He is the lonely greatness of the world— (His eyes are dim), His power it is holds up the Cross That holds up Him. He takes the sorrow of the threefold hour— (His eyelids close) Round Him and round the wind—His Spirit—where It listeth blows. And so the wounded greatness of the world In silence lies— And death is shattered by the light from out Those darkened eyes. MADELEINE CARON ROCK 59 THE AGNITA PILATE AND THE CROSS Pleasure derived from the accomplishment of an unusual act is enjoyed by everyone. We, as a class, have every reason to be happy when we recall Passion Sunday of 1941. On that day we tried to make the well-known saying: Practice makes perfect,” come true. The dream of our high school days became a reality when we presented a drama of the Crucifixion, Pilate and the Cross,” by James J. Glade. As a prelude to the play, Penitential Psalms were beautifully recited by the members of the Verse Choir. With lights dimmed and curtains parted, we are taken back to the first Good Friday. Pilate is seated on his golden throne. Before him stand a Priest, Annas, and Caiaphas who is explaining to Pilate the reason for delivering Christ to him for execution. Pilate, not easily convinced, asks to see witnesses. They are led in and he hears them. Shouts are heard from the mob outside—these are the voices of the friends of Christ who wish to testify also. They are permitted to come before Pilate who listens to their testimonies. Pilate’s sense of justice prompts him to allow Christ to go with His friends, but the scheming Caiaphas and the riotous mob succeed in overpowering him. In his attempt to satisfy the unreasonable mob and his own conscience, he orders Christ to be scourged. The soldiers brutally scourge Him, crown Him, and mock Him,- but the fierce hatred of the mob will be satisfied with nothing but His death. The vacillating Pilate, in a last attempt to save Christ, asks them, according to their custom of freeing a prisoner on the eve of the Passover, to choose between the vile and ugly Barabbas and the lowly Nazarene. So thirsty are they for the blood of Christ that they plead for the fiendish Barabbas and welcome him as one of themselves. Pilate washes his hands of the deed, frees Barabbas, and exposes Christ to the mercy of the angry mob. At the opening of the second scene Pilate is looking over the balcony. An expression of remorse is on his face—he realizes that he has condemned an innocent Man. Procula, coming from the inner room, tries to comfort him. Though fearful of haunting dreams, he retires. Judas rushes in and, waving aloft a rope, cries aloud for Pilate that he might save Christ. Procula assures him that it is too late, that nothing could stop the angry mob. The crazed Judas then dashes out shouting that it is not yet too late. Upon hearing the voice, Pilate reenters to learn that it was the voice of Judas, the man who was bribed by the High Priests, and that he himself was a tool in their hands. Little David then hurries in after having been at Calvary. He tells of the Crucifixion. As the curtains part again, Pilate is standing on the balcony,- Procula is also standing, but near the throne,- and David is kneeling on the upper step. All are deep in thought. Pilate breaks the silence with the words: It is finished.” Procula assents, and soon after suggests 60 THE AGNITA that they go in. David, with Pilate’s permission, remains on the balcony. Longinus, seeing him from the street and recognizing him as one who was on Calvary ,comes up to the balcony. He is sad and looking for comfort. He and David converse until Longinus looks over the balcony and sees Mary Magdalene coming with a stranger. Not wishing to meet them, he leaves before they enter. Mary Magdalene and Joseph of Arimathea come to Pilate to request the body of Jesus for burial. Pilate learns from Joseph how and why the Priests plotted to make him the pronouncer of Christ’s death. Mary Magdalene rebukes Pilate for failing to act as one in his office should. Procula, hearing her pour out her heart’s grief, tries to console her. When they are about to leave, Pilate asks if they think Mary will come to his court at his bidding. Joseph assures him that she will come. He and Magdalene return to Calvary. Peter interrupts the solitude of Pilate by asking for the privilege of awaiting in the court for Mary from whom he wishes to seek forgiveness. Pilate asks if he thinks she will forgive him too. Soldiers, who participated in the Crucifixion of Christ, rehearse their deeds as the curtains part for the fourth scene. Their conversation ceases at the approach of the High Priests who come for Christ s body. Pilate soon enters, and in thundering tones lets them know that he has found them out. He keeps them until Mary comes. Soon after, Mary, John, Mary of Cleophas, Naomi, Veronica, Magdalene, and Joseph of Arimathea come. The Priests fall back as John leads Mary to a chair. He requests that Pilate tax her kindly. Pilate, feeling that some of the guilt has already been removed by her presence, asks Mary to decide upon the punishment that should be meeted out to the Priests. According to the law of her Son, the law of love, Mary wishes them to be freed, her only desire being that they lead their people back to the true temple. Pilate dismisses the Priests, and turns to Mary to plead that she but look kindly on him. Veronica brings forth the veil that wiped the brow of her Son. Longinus presents the blood-tipped spear to Mary, who returns it and asks that he put it where it can do harm no more. Peter is brought in,- he makes a penitent’s plea in the name of her Son. Mary speaks words of pardon and comfort. With her words: Take up thy cross and follow Him,’’ a Cross appears and a chant is heard in the distance. All fall on their knees, and in a few minutes the curtains are drawn. The play on the stage has ended, but it will be reenacted in our minds and hearts each Holy Season of Lent until the end of our days. To Father Schuyler and all who assisted us in any way, we extend our sincerest thanks. 61 VINCENT G. CLARKE VINCENT C. GORMAN Caiaphas: Ye must convict Him! He must die! We are not allowed to sentence to death! This is thy office! Judas He is not here is He? He is gone!’ David: Was it with this He was slain? Mary Magdalene: “Ye sent my Master to His death.......This is thy sin, and the sin of all who betrayed Him!” Pilate: Ye are the murderers! Ye will be despised! Ye will be scorned by all who people this world after ye are dust, long after!” Peter: “Ah! Dearest Mother! How deeply have I fallen? Weak, wretched coward am I. Look with compassion upon thy Son’s fallen disciple—In His Holy Name!’1 The Verse Choir THE AGNITA CLASS HISTORY Attention, my people, and I will tell About a class that is known very well. Twas a beautiful day in September That high school days began; I remember. Of course twas all so excitedly new That none of us really knew what to do. But within a few days we learned to know To which room next we were obliged to go. Gradually twas routine to pass From the algebra to the Latin class. Very soon the hockey season was due— Sad to say—the games we won were too few. Then our Pastor came one memorable day And announced that basketball we could play. So happily we went down to the gym’’ And played each new game with vigor and vim. First year exams brought the year to an end. Twould be as sophomores that we’d school attend. This year a new lesson made us ruddy, For biology we had to study. And often to the fields we'd gladly go That pretty flowers and tiny bugs we’d know. While hard geometry was new to us, There was no one truly to make a fuss. The year was successful to one and all— We won cups for hockey and basketball. Then one day to the office we did go, For our course of studies we had to know. The classical numbered twenty and eight; To the commercial eighteen left their fate. Soon came the time which often seemed remote— Twas for class officers we were to vote. For our president, we knew we were right In choosing capable Robert McKnight. We chose Vice-president Vincent Springer And on no other choice did we linger. Our charming secretary you will find Is Margaret Hoffman, efficient and kind. For treasurer we did carefully choose Eleanor Cotter, who collects our dues. Rapidly the days passed, though one by one, Till sophomore days were reduced to none. 69 THE AGNITA In junior year we studied might and main— Averages high our records did retain. The basketball of the boys we relate, For their victories were notably great. Besides receiving blue and white letters, The K. of C. awarded them sweaters. We selected our class pins with marked zeal— One of soft blue with a bright golden seal. And then before the junior year did end The Junior-Senior Banquet we did attend. And all the happy seniors who were there Extended thanks for the pleasant affair. At last, when from summer days we parted, Our senior year we eagerly started. It was then we tried so many new things,- But first of all we chose our own class rings. We knew our orations; yes, word for word,- We tried to have the best ones ever heard. For the K. of C. essay prize we worked With all our might—not even one shirked. Finally, when they were read one by one, It was Eleanor Cotter who had won. Then came rehearsal for our Passion Play. Which we ll remember for many a day. We thought twould never be possibly true That writing for a year book we must do. Pictures and patrons and essays galore,- What class would wish for activity more? How we ll remember May Procession Day, When Patricia Moran crowned our Queen of May! To the banquet we received invitations. Juniors, accept our congratulations! Twas quite the best, and we love to relate We went very early and came home late. Our kind Pastor took us to Washington. Who II ever forget that day with its fun? Since these long-looked-for pleasures have now passed, We think of the day that will be our last. On the morrow we shall fervently pray For those who have guided us day by day. May God grant them reward in abundance, And bless their patience and endurance. 70 A. MARIE LOCKNER THE AGNITA SHORT STORIES Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature’s chief masterpiece is writing well. LORD BUCKINGHAM 71 THE AGNITA TWO DAYS WITH AUGUSTUS The latter part of the winter became too cold for me, so I decided to take a long-wished-for trip to sunny Italy. After enjoying the beautiful scenery, quaint villages, and hospitable people of Northern Italy, I was eager to visit the famous and ancient city of Rome. I boarded the train at Milan and rode into the past of two thousand years ago. On approaching the city, I noticed that it was surrounded by a huge wall, before whose large gates stood two guards. They opened the gate and I was permitted to enter the city. Before I could get my bearings, a slave advanced to inform me that Augustus had heard of my coming and had sent his chariot with his slaves to escort me to his villa. While rid ing through the streets, I noticed many strange sights. The streets were narrow ond winding. Horses and mules were pulling carts and chariots. Some of the houses were low, while others were many stories high; none of them seemed to have many windows. The children wore short tunics, and the men and women wore long flowing garments. The more distinguished looking men were clad in white togas trimmed with broad purple stripes. As we passed the Forum the crowd was assembling to listen to one of the famous orators and learn the news of the day. After what seemed to me to be a very short ride, we arrived at the residence of the emperor. A slave led the way into the house and then into a most picturesque garden. As Augustus was strolling about in the farthermost part, I had an opportunity to give it a hurried examina- tion. What an abundance of beauty was before my eyes! Perfectly designed flower beds with varieties of species and colors too numerous to name, ponds with their clear water, snow white lilies and swans, graceful marble columns and statues, fountains with their cool water sparkling in the sunlight, and trees, tall and stately, low and spreading— all formed a picture never to be fully viewed, yet never to be for- gotten. Hurrying towards me, Augustus expressed a most cordial welcome, and then invited me to sit on one of those elaborately chiseled benches. Our conversation was hardly begun when a slave interrupted us to announce another guest. To my delight it was the poet Virgil. We were conducted to the dining room where other types of wealth and beauty were displayed. Around the highly polished and heavily laden U-shaped table were large couches, the covers of which were richly embroidered. The candlelabra and the dishes carried the network of design to extremes. In a corner of the room was an altar for the penates or household gods. Slaves served the dinner on gold and silver trays. To my amazement, eggs were served as an appetizer. After such a surprise, the varieties oT meat, fish, and vegetables from all over the known” world presented no cause for comment. As a means of entertainment, the slaves danced, sang, and played musical 72 THE AGNITA instruments. In my honor, Augustus asked Virgil to read verses from the Aeneid.” Although I was very much impressed, I must admit that I did not swoon as did many of the Roman ladies on hearing them. At the close of this eventful day, I asked Augustus if he would come with me to visit the world of the twentieth century. So delighted was he at the thought of it that he almost lost his stately composure. Early the following morning we boarded the Yankee Clipper bound for New York, hirst I had to convince him that there was land across the sea, and then that he could reach that land by flying. While the plane was speeding through the air, he was enjoying the fact that he could fly like a bird. At the airport we took a taxicab and rode to my home. The emperor was like a child in a museum when he saw the automobiles, busses, trolley cars, electric lights, neon signs, attractively decorated store windows, uniformed policemen directing traffic, and the varieties of styles of the wearing apparel of men and women. Scarcely had we arrived home, when dinner was announced. Augustus was dismayed—he saw no reclining couches, no slaves to serve the meal. I assured him that he would be just as comfortable in our modern chair, which replaced the couch, and that in our day we manage very well without slaves, fruit juice was indeed a new course for him. When he was served fresh vegetables, he asked if they grew all the year round in America. With great pride, I explained our method of freezing fruits and vegetables in such a way that they are not only preserved, but the flavor is likewise retained. True to our American custom, we had ice cream, lady fingers, and coffee at the end of the meal. The fear that Augustus would prefer the Roman dessert, apples, was soon dispelled, for he ate the ice cream with a relish. It was my intention to have a theatre party that evening in his honor, but he insisted upon returning to Rome immediately to tell his people of a journey that would be forever memorable because of its numerous and hitherto unheard of experiences. Upon boarding the Yankee Clipper, he suggested that I accompany him, but I declined, as I began to realize more fully the advantages of the twentieth century. M. PATRICIA MORAN GRANDPA Deep in thought in an extravagantly furnished mansion sat a lonely, but wealthy, man, John Winthrop. He was thinking of all the years he spent in worry and toil to acquire his wealth, and now though opulent beyond his dreams he was without a friend. Deciding to take a walk, he called his valet and ordered his shabby hat and coat— though old and tattered, they were his favorite garments. He strolled down to his employment office, where he saw a seemingly unending line of old men, young men, big men, little men, but all restless men, standing first one one Foot and then on the other. 73 THE AGNITA He looked up at his factory. It was much in need of repair—the lighting was poor, the ventilation was worse,- but despising to part with his money, he convinced himself that it was good enough for the men. While trying to satisfy his conscience, he fell in line with the unem- ployed men. Suddenly, Dick Ross, a mechanic, walked up and called to him, Pardon me, but I have a job for you if you desire one. But—,” began the old man. Oh, I know it isn’t much, but it’s the best I have with clean work and board, hurriedly interrupted Dick Ross. Meet me at Gordon’s Garage, he continued, “I’ll be there at five o’clock. The mechanic was off before Mr. Winthrop could get his bearings. Nevertheless, without knowing why, he returned to his silent mansion and gave strange orders to his valet, who darted here and there to pack for his master. Promptly at five both the mechanic and the millionaire were at Gordon’s Garage. Dick explained to the elderly man that his son is now a cripple—the result of infantile paralysis. He is unable to walk. His one desire for Christmas is that he will get a grandpa who will tell him tales and stories. The moment I saw you I knew you were the one for my son, he explained. Your snow-white hair and kind face will certainly please him. Down a dingy street, into an already ajar door, up the dimly lighted stairway, down the totally black corridor, to an unpainted door they hurried. The door being unlocked, Dick turned the knob and called to his wife, Jean, here is Junior’s Christmas present. Tears spotted the pale cheeks of the spotless woman. Our son will be happy this Christmas, she wept. Yes, my dear,—very happy. In a tiny room a frail and pitiful looking, but cheerful, boy sat in a shattered wheel-chair. A grandpa! he shouted for joy. Yes, a grandpa, assured the old man. Now I have a real grandpa to tell me stories as other little boys and girls have, cried the little one. Come, sit down here beside me, grandpa, and tell me all about what you did when you were a little boy—tell me about your brothers and sisters and the games you played when you were just as big as I am now. Dick and Jane left the two that they might enjoy to the fullest extent each other’s company, and then Dick told everything to his still surprised wife. As all four were very happy, the days rolled pleasantly and swiftly by. Grandpa had acquired the habit of taking a walk every afternoon. One day the Ross family was greatly disturbed— Grand- pa had not returned and it was time for their evening meal. Evening passed, night passed, morning passed, afternoon came— still there was no news about Grandpa. Suddenly Dick came running home, and bounded up the stairs to show his wife the newspaper. 74 THE AGNITA On the front page the picture of “Grandpa’’ met her eyes, and she read in glaring headlines: “MR. WINTHROP, MULTI-MILLIONAIRE, SERIOUSLY INJURED. Further reading revealed that he had fallen while inspecting his factory which is being remodeled, and that he was rushed to the Drexel Hospital. Mr. Ross was embarrassed because of his own act. and provoked because Mr. Winthrop never revealed his identity. The thought that he, a mere mechanic, had so humiliated the great millionaire or Drexel was too much for him. Dick was so angry that he would not go to the hospital to see him. To the persistent urgings of his wife, he argued that Mr. Winthrop would have so many callers that he would not be permitted to see him. Night fell, day broke, and night fell again before his wife and son succeeded in getting him to go to the hospital. Upon reaching the hospital, he crept up to the desk and stammered, “May I see Mr. Winthrop? “Certainly. This way. was the unexpected reply of the white- clad nurse. “Son,” exclaimed the patient, “I knew you’d come! Dick Ross and the nurse exchanged puzzled glances, which Mr. Winthrop keenly detected. “Don’t be alarmed, he explained. I’m not delirious. Mr. Ross has done for me what a good son would have done for his father. He has given me the first real happiness I have ever known. He has taught me that there is much more joy in giving than in receiving. He has opened the avenue for future happiness. Dick Ross, confused beyond all, attempted to stammer, “But when did I—?” The elderly gentleman interrupted, “Never mind trying to contra- dict me. I know what I’m talking about. That little boy of yours with his childlike questioning and innocent prattle let me see my real self. My debt to you is greater than money can pay, but I’ll do my best to cancel it.” MYRTLE R. WHITE SWEET RAIN Rain drops, Pitter, patter Soft as children’s chatter, Sparkling, glistening, rhythmic rain drops. Sweet rain! n I MARGARET G. HOFFMAN 75 THE AGNITA PROBLEMS While riding in a street car or an elevated train, searching the faces of various passengers in an attempt to ascertain what might be their destination and what thoughts are uppermost in their minds is a favorite pastime of mine. On a recent visit to the city, I carefully studied the expressions on the several faces of the passengers who were within my line of vision. While doing so, I wished for the impossible—the ability to know how the thoughts of these people compared with the thoughts I had attri- buted to them. At the end of the seat opposite me sat a man, who, at my guess, weighed approximately two hundred and fifty pounds, and, without exaggeration, he had a decided triple chin. Since the time of my journey was nearing five-thirty in the evening, I concluded that he was coming home from what he thought a hard day s work to a worrisome little wife who spent the day in cleaning, mending, and cooking for her untrained children. The grouchiness that was written on his every feature assured me that he found no pleasure in the thought of going home. I then wondered what effort he made to make his home a cheer- ful place. Concluding that his contribution was more of a liability than an asset, I dismissed him from my mind. My eyes then rested upon a woman with two children who sat directly across from me. The resemblance between the children and the woman led me to believe that she was their mother. Du ring a moment of silence as the train stopped at Fifty-second Street, I heard one boy say to the other, I wonder if pop’s home yet.’ The woman s nervous Hush!’’ prevented the probable response. Within a few moments her whole day was mapped out by me. I supposed that the pitiful looking creature had spent her day over a washtub in order to earn a small sum of money for her two sons, and that she was returning home to prepare their evening meal. The presence of the children puzzled me at first, but I solved that by deciding that there was no one at home to care for them, and that there was a playground near her place of employment. Perhaps I am mistaken, but I doubt it for they had that disgusted-after-joy expression which also told me that they were going to a miserably poor home and a disagreeable father. The distressed appearance of a little child of about four years next took my attention. His repetition of the word, Mummy, assured me that he was with his mother. Rulers of countries, representatives of states, managers of large corporations, and parents whose responsi- bilities are numerous are compelled to endure many grave trials. Our own difficulties are very serious to our minds at the time, no matter how soon they are forgotten, but on having seen this child, anyone would have been convinced that, in spite of a care-free life, a child of this age has problems that are very weighty to the inexperienced little mind. From what I heard him say, his thoughts were centered in the hopes 76 THE AGNITA that his kitty car was where he had left it and that his daddy would buy him a lollypop on his way home from work. The mother very patiently answered his questions and was well rewarded by the contented look and loving smile that dispelled all sign of worry. As her manner was typical of a well-bred person, I concluded that her home was the essence of neatness and happiness. Marked contrast was afforded by a girl who was about sixteen years of age. Her silly giggles and constant chewing of gum labeled her as a very thoughtless person. Her companion deserved credit if she was able to determine what she was speaking about—her voice was squeaky and she insisted upon looking around while she spoke. When I attempted to ascertain the aim she had in view, I felt silly myself, and found it difficult to suppress a laugh. My next supposition was that she had a date that evening with a handsome youth. My reason permitted me to think so because of the fatuousness of the girl and the clearness of the word Ted’’ that was emphasized frequently among the swiftly mumbled phrases. My best wish for poor Ted vvas that the talking machine would run down before the time of the date. Now that these problems have been solved, and I have come to my destination and senses, I ask myself: Why am I solving other people s problems? This world seems to be made up of problems, so possibly it would be better by far for me to concentrate on my own. Never- theless, exploring other people’s minds and habits afforded me fifteen minutes of enjoyment. If you doubt my word, try it for yourself sometime. JOHN A. JOYCE MY ENCOUNTER WITH A CROWN PRINCE Many a tremor of the heart of a young lady is caused by the thought of meeting a prince. Of course, I mean a bona fide prince with the royal blood of noble ancestors coursing through his veins. Imagine the sublime elation that was mine when I learned from a friend of my father, who was employed at the railroad station, that the Crown Prince Henry VII of Gillycut was to pass through town on his way to meet the President. It was necessary for the train to stop at our town, so the Prince of Gillycut was to enjoy a brief respite here. Having a great dislike for ceremony and publicity, the prince desired to travel as an ordinary passenger. With considerable difficulty I managed to induce my father to give me in advance my allowance for the next two months. Anyone who happened to be on Gay Street that afternoon saw me dashing from dress shop to milliner shop and conspicuously laden with promising- looking boxes. The hour of destiny had arrived. Arrayed in what the saleslady had assured me was the latest inspiration from Paris designers, I stood on the station platform with bated breath. The bouquet of roses was 77 THE AGNITA the result of the payment of a long standing debt by my amused, but reluctant brother. With a great deal of puffing and blowing the weary-looking train arrived. The folding doors opened, and immediately about fifteen important looking personages alighted for a bit of refreshment at the train depot s adjoining ice cream bar. My plan for meeting the prince had been formed hours in advance. I would present the flowers in the name of our Chamber of Commerce. It mattered little that we had no Chamber of Commerce. It would provide an excellent excuse for presenting the flowers. Summoning my courage, which had settled in the heels of my shiny new pumps, I inquired or the most timid and unassuming looking pas- senger who of the group might be the crown prince. With a great deal of stammering, the young man informed me that I was speaking to His Royal Highness, Prince Henry VII of Gillycut. My carefully prepared greeting flew away on a passing breeze. My hopes crashed. All went black, but I did manage to thrust my bouquet into his honds with o feeble: “This is o great honor.” Perhaps, the prince is still puzzled by the agility of the American girls, for I turned and fled madly down the street to seek solace in a chocolate soda, the last purchase made with my allowance of the next two months. ELEANOR A. COTTER THE THOUSAND DOLLAR TEST The White Rock Hotel was filled to its capacity, excitement bubbled over, the town itself was wearing its holiday spirit. In their respective rooms of the hotel the players nervously tried to concentrate on anything but the next day’s game—that is all except Captain Tom Dickson of the Nebraska Team. He and Coach “Bipp” Jones were concentrating on plans for their defense against the power plays that the mighty Stanford is accustomed to employ. They had agreed on their offense and were trying to work out an impregnable defense. Down the hall, sprawled on his bed was the star and playboy of the team, Fred Tolliver. A puzzled expression covered his smooth face. In one hand was a torn envelope and in the other was a note. As he read the note a surprised, pleased expression spread over his counte- nance. The letter had been left by a “shady” looking character, who hurried in and hurried out again. Fred carelessly dropped the letter to the floor as he hurriedly tore open the enclosed envelope. There, beautiful to his eyes, were ten new one-hundred dollar bills. Taking them up in his hands, he carefully folded them. “Why not keep them?” he thought. “After all I need but make a few errors in tomorrow’s game and then I’ll be rich; and, regardless of plays, Stanford might win.” His lack of decision and excessive love for pleasure had caused 78 THE AGNITA his parents many a heartache. Now as he lay there he was tempted greater than ever before. But to his mind came the thought: Mother and Dad are flying here to see the game tomorrow, and, after all the disappointments I’ve caused them, I owe it to them to play the game of my life, and besides such an act would be dishonorable. Again the lust for money returned, so he decided to keep the money and think the matter over. For Fred that night there was little sleep and much tossing. Early next morning all the players were on time for a delicious breakfast in the cheerful dining room where a strange silence prevailed. After the meal and a brief, but inspiring, talk given by their coach, the players returned to their rooms for a little rest. Fred, desiring to be alone, walked away hurriedly, but Tom, his life-long friend, caught up to him. Together they took the elevator, got off, and walked down the hall before Fred, who felt that Tom was reading his thoughts, broke the silence with: Will your father be able to attend the game this after- noon? After Tom replied: He made no definite promise, the tense silence again prevailed. When they reached Fred’s room, Tom, overcome by emotion, grabbed Fred by the arm and said, Fred, if you ever tried hard to make a touchdown, try your hardest this afternoon. Fred deeply touched, but still thinking of the money, blurted out spiritlessly, I’ll do my best. At first Tom was stupified, but soon concluded that the coming game had his best friend and star player on edge. Thinking it best for Fred to relax, he departed. Alone in his room, Fred, unlike the other players, paced up and down trying to make a decision. It was almost time for the game and Fred, still undecided, and still preferring to be alone, sought a corner of the dressing room. Finally he decided to ease up and keep the money—he wouldn t pull any boners, but he would ease up. Before going out on the field, the team was given a final talk by Coach Bipp Jones. As the Cornhuskers went on the field all were in high spirits—that is all except Fred. Something was troubling him and Tom, noticing this, went to encourage him. Fred seemed to pay no attention to his captain and the Nebraska team lined up to receive. The Stanford kicker lifted the ball with his toe and sent it in a long, lazy arc towards the other end of the field. Fred caught it on the goal line, and, picking up interference, started up the side line. At the twenty yard line his mind must have wandered, because as he was tackled the ball bounced crazily up into the air. Here one of the freaks of football took place. An alert Stanford end snatched the ball out of the air and proceeded unhampered to cross the Nebraska goal line standing up. While all of this was taking place the shady looking fellow, sitting with his colleagues, smiled broadly and thought that Fred was doing a good job. The team lined up for the attempt at conversion. But this time favor smiled on them for Tom managed to break 79 THE AGNITA through the line and block the placement try. Thus, in forty-five seconds the seemingly impossible play had taken place. Stanford had scored and was leading over Nebraska, the score being 6-0. A very discouraged Nebraska team lined up to receive again. During the remainder of the first half a punting duel and nothing else took place. Fred seemed to be clumsy and helpless. During half-time Fred’s father came into the locker room. Fred avoided his keen and searching eye and gave evasive answers to his pointed questions. At the end of the intermission a dissatisfied father and more dissatisfied son parted. The Nebraska team, inspired somewhat by its fighting and confi- dent coach, went out on the field to begin the second half. During the third quarter no scoring attempts were made. Fred was doing everything wrong. When at the end of the third quarter, he was taken out, a stolen glance at his parents’ box, which was directly behind the Nebraska bench, revealed a frowning father and a restless mother. Courage, born of fear, caused him to risk a glance at the coach whose silent and set lips well expressed his thoughts. Midway in the last quarter Nebraska blocked a Stanford punt, and, recovering on Stanford’s thirty-nine yard line, were given their first break’’ of the game. The silence of the coach and the thought of his disappointed parents filled Fred with confusion—humiliation—embarrassment—re- morse—what was it? Before he realized it, he was pleading with the coach for another chance. Bipp,” seeing no alternative, sent him in with exactly three minutes left to play. In the huddle Tom called for a quarterback sneak” with Fred acting as a decoy. With the perfect execution of the play Tom made fifteen yards on it. Time was all too rapidly running out—there were but two minutes left now. In the huddle Tom, viewing the situation, called for Fred’s favorite play. As they lined up Fred thought that it must be now or never. The ball was snapped to Tom,- he spun and handed it to Fred, who took off around the end by himself. But the deception partly failed, for the safety man, not to be fooled, came right for him. Fred, his mind cleared and intent on his job, cleverly put everything he had into the play as he stiff-armed and likewise spun away from his would-be tackier. His old skill returning, he streaked for “pay-dirt.” After some beautiful open field running, he snake-hipped” his last opponent, and half stumbling, half running, he crossed the goal line. What a happy moment for him as his team mates uproariously cheered him! Now they lined up for the decisive play. Tom was to hold and Fred was to try for the conversion. The ball was snapped,- Tom set it; Fred’s toe caught it squarely and sent it straight through the uprights. Nebraska was leading 7-6, with thirty seconds to go! The now aroused “ Cornhuskers” were excited beyond measure as they held Stanford and won the game. It was a great victory—one to be remembered, and no one felt better than Fred, who was congratulated by everyone. 83 THE AGNITA In Fred’s mind was the unwanted but persistent question: How shall I return the money to the would-be briber?” The unpleasantness of this thought was overpowered by the thought that he could face friend and foe with a clear conscience, but most of all, that he could look into those all-searching eyes of his father and deservedly accept from him the most cherished words of congratulations—words worth a thousand dollars. FRANCIS. L. NEWMAN THAT NEW CAR Sara spoke gently to Larry; she was trying so hard to make him happy. “Larry ’ she questioned, “what has come over you lately, you seem to be worried and uneasy? Is something wrong at the office? You should be so very happy. Think of your advantages—a beautiful home, a new car, social position, everything a man could wish for.” “Yes, I have everything,” mused Larry to himself, “and far more than I want—or deserve.” Though puzzled by his strange mood, Sara continued to enumerate his many opportunities while Larry stared blankly. Almost motionless he sat, interrupting his somber mood only by an occasional nod or a mechanical “Yes, dear.’’ While sitting there his mind wandered back to the day Sara pleaded with him to buy that new car and the few accessories needed to keep up their appearance, then off to the day he was given the promotion. Yes, he was now purchasing agent and handling thousands of dollars. It seemed so easy,- nobody would miss the money, of course not. He could make Sara very happy,- yes, this was his chance. Then he thought of last week when Mr. Blair advised him to get his accounts ready for the state inspector who was expected some day next week. What would he do? He could not possibly get the money he had confiscated. The more he thought about it, the worse it seemed to get. He continued thinking until his plight seemed hopeless. What would he do? Surely, his incorrect accounts would be discovered. Silently he cursed that new car—it had been the cause of all his trouble. Shame would be brought not only on him, but also on Sara,- the shock would kill her. Tired and depressed he climbed the stairs to bed. Perhaps, if he could feel better, he would think more clearly. He soon got into bed, but sleep did not come so easily. For hours, that seemed like days, he tossed and turned. “There must be a way out,” he kept thinking. “Yes, there is a way out. That revolver down stairs would . . . His thoughts were interrupted most abruptly by the shrill ringing of the door bell. “Who could be coming at this hour of the night? he thought. Slowly the trembling Larry went down the stairs to the door and, after much fumbling with the knob of the door, he opened it. 81 THE AGNITA Sorry to bother you, Mr. Higby,” a strange voice said. As Larry looked out, the dim light seemed to illuminate those buttons and that badge. Yes, it was a policeman. Just a moment,” Larry stuttered in a frenzied tone. The officer looked questioningly at his companion. Before he had time to utter a word the midnight silence was broken by the harsh bark of a revolver. The officers rushed into the house and found Larry lying motionless on the floor with a bullet wound above his left ear. The big officer, puzzled, looked at the other and said, What do you suppose happened to this guy? I just wanted to tell him that he ought to put out the lights of that new car.” leo j. McCarter THE BUCCANEER’S GHOSTS The seed for the most interesting experience on our South Sea s cruise was sown on the eve before we were to land on the enchanted isle for an excursion trip to the places made famous by the tales of Captain Kidd. In order to make the tour of the next day more exciting we were shown the moving picture, Captain Kidd,” which portrayed vividly the exciting experiences that were supposed to have taken place on that very island. The atmosphere of enchantment was created wher, at the end of the picture, the ghosts of Kidd’s buccaneers returned to dig up the treasures they had buried there centuries before. Although the picture wasn’t spooky” enough to cause me any nightmare, it did cause me to think and dream about queer happenings that night when I went to bed. On the following day, I awoke to find that the sky was cloudy and the atmosphere was chilled by a heavy mist. The passengers who were going ashore were arranged in groups, each of which was composed of five people. An officer of the ship was appointed to each group as a guide. Our group consisted of the following: Mr. and Mrs. Herman Van Ripple, who belonged to the upper brackets of society,- Miss Sylvia Slakers, a most charming young lady; Patrick Colohan, my most cherished friend; and me. Our guide, Eugene Romero, was an agreeable and experienced leader. While journeying over the island we met and made friends with many natives, a few of whom warned us of strange visions they had had of red-capped, rough-looking men who were seen searchi ng for they knew not what. I suppose they never knew, because, after seeing them, they never waited around long enough to find out. The stories we heard and the places we visited were very interesting, and so exciting for our society couple, Mr. and Mrs. Herman Van Ripple, that they were all aflutter—in fact they were on the verge of collapse. We visited the last place of interest and then sat down to partake 82 THE AGNITA of refreshments before returning to the ship. After enjoying a tasty lunch, we gathered up our belongings and started on our return journey. So many interesting sights attracted our attention that we unconsciously wandered off the trail into a forest-like area. On discovering the error, we spent much time and energy in searching for the trail. It was at this time we came upon a sight which caused Mrs. Van Ripple to swoon, and the rest of us to stand agape in dismay and horror. There below us, in a small canyon, digging away, were three red-capped, rough-looking men whose appearance was exactly the same as that of Kidd’s buccaneers. We seemed to be both speechless and motionless. When, at last, they noticed us, all three turned around at once,- one began to come towards us, and at that time, needless to say, we began to run. Yes, we ran. The fear that stiffened our legs in the beginning seemed to make them swift. When I look back on the incident, I am always sorry to remember the ending of our little adventure. But for the British Consul’s explana- tion, that they were digging radio beam bases in the South Sea Islands, I would be able to tell my friends that I had run into’ and also run away from” the ghosts of the buccaneers of “Captain Kidd.” JOHN M. GLEASON NATUKE A yellow ball of fire Goes gliding o’er the sky, And bakes the earth’s brown soil, And lifts up branches high. New crops spring up quickly When nourished by the rain— Rich crops made green and gold When bright sun comes again. O Nature’s great bounty— So scattered through our land! Yes, Nature’s great bounty, Rare gifts from God’s own hand. MYRTLE R. WHITE 83 THE AGNITA THE MODERN MILLINER Bring me a ribbon or two; About six inches will do,— And I’ll make you a hat! Bring me an old fashioned bouquet; Arrange the flowers any way,— And I’ll make you a hat! Bring me a bright red feather,- It will do for all weather,— And I'll make you a hat! Bring me a veil of Nile green, The prettiest ever seen,— And I’ll make you a hat! Bring me a new Easter shade In time for the big parade,— And I’ll make you a hat! Bring me some soft dainty lace, Known for its fineness and grace,— And I’ll make you a hat! Bring me a large purple plume, When orchids are not in bloom,— And I’ll make you a hat! Bring me of pretty bright hue Rich cloth not spoiled by dew,— And I’ll make you a hat! Hats made of most anything Make men amusingly sing. Though they're not appreciative, They see our initiative. And someday they’ll be praying That to them I’ll be saying, ‘‘Yes, I’ll make you a hat.’’ PATRICIA M. FINEGAN 84 THE AGNITA BASKETBALL TEAM WORK It s all very well to have courage and skill And it’s fine to be counted a star, But the single deed with its touch of thrill Doesn t tell us the man you are,- For there s no lone hand in the game we play, We must work to a bigger scheme, And the thing that counts in the world today Is, How do you pull with the team? EDGAR A. GUEST 85 The Varsity Team THE AGNITA With many new members added to the personnel, St. Agnes team opened the 1940-41 season. Reverend John M. Healy gave his services as athletic director,- John Civial, last year's coach of the Jayvees” succeeded Reverend John J. Curran as coach of the Varsity,- Francis Moran and Patrick Corcoran, two of St. Agnes’ recent stars, coached the Junior Varsity. Seventeen games were scheduled for the season. Tower Hill, Private School of Wilmington, was the only new team added to the schedule. St. James of Chester was formerly known as St. Robert. The Varsity squad consisted of: Captain Joseph Reilly, Francis McCool, John Purcell. John Joyce, Robert Thompson, Anthony Saba- tini, Robert Moran, Philip Corcoran, Harry Howe and Gerald Mc- Cormick. There was no special starting lineup used by Coach Civial. Every member of the squad contributed greatly to the success of the team. Captain Reilly was high scorer of the Varsity with 103 points,- he was followed by McCormick who collected 77 points. Sabatini was close on his heels with 75 points,- he, in turn, was followed by McCool with 72 points. St. Agnes began with a victory by defeating Boothwyn on the St. Agnes floor, but on traveling the team ran into plenty of trouble, being routed by St. Thomas More by the score 44-11. The Aggies” regained the right track and took the next three games from Avon- Grove, Church Farm, and St. James of Penns Grove, respectively. However, St. Thomas More, and St. James, Chester again set the Aggies back, but they defeated St. Matthew’s. The new team, Tower Hill of Wilmington, then invaded the home floor of the Aggies. St. Agnes was prepared, and taking an early lead, was never headed. The final score was 48-39. Salesianum then came to West Chester and in a revenge game defeated the Aggies, the score being 30-26. St. Agnes lost the next two games—one to their arch-rival, St. Katherine’s and the other to St. James, Penns Grove. Tower Hill was again subdued, but by a greater score. St. Matthew’s met defeat a second time, the score being 30-24. Because of the February blizzard that blocked all roads, the Boothwyn game was first postponed, then cancelled. St. Katherine’s succumbed to the spirited St. Agnes team, revenge- ful after an earlier defeat. The score was 37-19. The St. Agnes team closed the season with a defeat, suffered at the hands of St. James of Chester, but this did not mar a fine season enjoyed by the St. Agnes Varsity which won nine out of sixteen games. 87 THE AGNITA The Jayvees” enjoyed one of the best seasons in the history of the Junior Varsity. Of the sixteen games played, they won eleven. Congratulations, boys! Both teams performed memorably well, and deserve much credit for their unusually good team work and sportsmanship. To Father Healy, John Civial, Francis Moran, and Patrick Cor- coran, we extend our sincere thanks and appreciation for the interest and effort on their part which made our season both pleasant and successful. SCHEDULE Varsity Jay vee December Opp. St. A. Opp. St. A. 10—Boothwyn . .23 31 12 10 Home 13—St. Thomas More . .44 11 31 16 Away 17—Avon Grove . .28 44 15 21 Away January 7—Church Farm . .18 50 13 16 Home 9—St. James, Penns Grove. . 26 49 3 16 Home 14—St. Thomas More . .27 18 33 17 Home 18—Chadds Ford 24 33 Home 21—St. James, Chester . .21 15 16 15 Home 24—St. Matthew . .34 38 19 10 Away 28—Tower Hill . .39 48 Home February 4—Salesianum .30 26 17 21 Home 7—St. Katherine . .28 25 13 25 Away 10—St. James, Penns Grove. . .31 23 5 23 Away 14—Tower Hill . .37 51 17 28 Away 25—St. Matthew . .24 30 11 23 Home 28—Boothwyn Ca nceled March 4—St. Katherine . .19 37 15 17 Home 7—St. James, Chester . .43 33 12 17 Away INTRA-MURAL LEAGUE Immediately after the close of the regular basketball season, attention was focused on the class league. Enthusiasm ran high and there was much speculation as to the coming champs. After a long, hard fight, the juniors succeeded in attaining the Golden Cup. It is worthy of note, however, that the seniors, though poor starters, by defeating the sophomores threw the score to the juniors. FINAL STANDING Team Won Lost Tied Points Junior......................................... 5 1 0 10 Sophomore...................................... 4 2 0 8 Senior......................................... 3 3 0 6 Freshman....................................... 0 6 0 0 88 THE AGNITA SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADE LEAGUE Four teams were formed from the prospective athletes of these grades. The Mikes were coached by Joseph Reilly; the Reds, by John Joyce,- the Deeks, by Francis McCool; and the Murphs, by John Purcell. FINAL STANDING Team Won Lost Tied Points Mikes........................................ 8 1 0 16 Reds......................................... 6 3 0 12 Deeks........................................ 3 6 0 6 Murphs....................................... 1 8 0 2 FRANCIS L. NEWMAN A WARNING To school is a delightful place to go, But not the place for one who’s very slow— For there that matter grey is put to work, And there are many tasks you may not shirk. You must pay attention, and never sleep, Unless you’re seeking some good cause to weep,- And be well prepared each fact to relate,- In history, please remember every date. Oh, wait not until class bells have been rung, And rush as if by bees you have been stung! Always have homework—let it be your own, Or after school you will be all alone. DOROTHY C. GLISSON STEEL Within the walls of buildings high, About the ships which sail the sky, From bank to bank o’er river wide, And on great ships that sail the tide— These are but channels few, I name, Through which great steel has gained its fame. LEO A. TIGUE 89 The Senior Girls’ Basketball Team THE AGNITA GIRLS' BASKETBALL With great enthusiasm we ventured into this enjoyable sport. The first game was played between the seniors and the juniors, the seniors being the victors. Winning the first game spurred us on to even greater victories. Our greatest desire was to win the cup, but the sophomores proved strong competitors. It was with deep regret that we bowed to them in the playoff game. Congratulations, sophomores! May you do as well in years to come. Of the second teams the sophomores and the seniors ended in a tie. Senior Team Center Eleanor A. Frame (co-captain) Forwards Guards Josephine A. Morley Elizabeth J. Ruggiero (co-captain) Helen A. Gara M. Patricia Moran Dorothy M. Cialini Myrtle R. White Bernice L. Clark FINAL STANDINGS First Team Won Lost Points 8 2 16 7 3 14 Freshmen 3 6 6 Juniors 1 8 2 FINAL STANDINGS Second Team Won Lost Points 3 1 6 Sophomores 3 4 6 Juniors 1 2 2 Freshmen 1 1 2 SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADE GIRLS These girls played a series of interesting and exciting games in their gymnasium. The teams and their coaches were: Aces...............................Elizabeth Ruggiero and Josephine Morley Shamrocks................................Patricia Moran and Mary Mozzani Cardinals.................................Eleanor Frame and Patricia Finegan Lucky Stars.................................Bernice Clark and Helen Gara FINAL STANDINGS Team Won Lost Tied Points Aces........................................ 8 1 0 16 Shamrocks................................... 3 4 2 8 Cardinals................................... 3 5 2 8 Lucky Stars................................. 3 7 0 6 For his untiring effort we wish to extend to Father Schuyler our sincerest thanks. 91 BERNICE L. CLARK THE AGNITA OUR COMIC FRIENDS— Tillie the Toiler. Blondie........ Etta Kett...... Boots.......... The Timid Soul. . Superman....... Effie Mae...... Skeezix........ Harold Teen. . . Muggs Mugginis Ella Cinders. . . . Shadow Smart. . Dick Tracy..... The Phantom... . Hap Hopper. .. Dixie Dugan.... Joe Palooka Captain Easy. . . . Toots.......... Olive Oyl...... Jiggs.......... Maggie......... Winnie Winkle. . Casper.......... Lady Luck...... Lois............ Mr. Mystic...... Rosie.......... Archie......... Big Sister..... The Spirit...... Myrtle......... Pug............. Jane Arden. . . . Becky.......... Bubbles........ Captain Marvel. Brick Bradford. . . Dogwood........ Mrs. Lovewell. . Josie.......... Mrs. Teen...... Buck Rogers..... The Captain.... Smilin’ Jack.... ......Margaret Hoffman Helen Marie O’Connell .........Dorothy Cialini .........Eleanor Cotter .........Charles Watts ......Joseph Zaccarelli .........Bernice Clark ............John Joyce .........Leo McCarter .........Peter Schroth ........Patricia Moran ..........George Finegan .........Vincent Clarke .........Vincent Gorman ............Paul Terrells . . .Margaret McCormick ..........Joseph Cowan .............Leo Tigue .........Eleanor Frame ......Patricia Finegan ......Francis Newman ..........Mary Mozzani ......Christine Finegan ........Robert McKnight ......Elizabeth Ruggiero ......Josephine Morley ..........Joseph Reilly ............Mary Travis ...........Brian Walker ..........Mary Falcone ......Francis McCool ..........Myrtle White ...........Helen Gara ......Jean McLaughlin .........Marie Lockner .........Mary Donohue ............John Smith ...........Irwin Shaffer ......Vincent Springer .........Dorothy Glisson ...........Flora Hutton ............Mary Lyons .........John Gleason .........William Joyce ............John Purcell 92 HELEN A. TAVANI THE AGNITA ALUMNI NOTES Each year to ancient friendships adds a ring, As to an oak, and precious more and more, Without deservingness, or help of ours They grow, and silent, wider spread each year Their unbought ring of shelter or of shade. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL 93 THE AGNITA After years of mutual association, preparing for your graduation, many bonds of friendship have been formed among yourselves and with your teachers. Treasure these friendships,- they are the foundation of your life. The Alumni Association of St. Agnes High School welcomes these new members, and wishes them the best of fortune and success in whatever they may attempt in the future. JOHN M. REILLY, President CLASS OF 1921 It has been twenty years since we, the Class of 1921, graduated from the portals of Saint Agnes High. The older we grow, the more we realize the necessity of a Catholic High School Education. At this time we wish to congratulate you, Class of 1941, on the completion of your high school life. Also, we wish to extend to Father Schuyler and the Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary our heart-felt thanks for the sacrifices that they have made in order that we might receive a religious education. I shall undertake to render an account of our labors: Joseph C. Monaghan is in the wholesale liquor business in Washington, D. C. James J. Burke is employed as foreman at the Esco Plant. Alice G. Downing and Harriet K. Everts are sailing smoothly over the sea of matrimony. Louis F. Cosgriff is employed with Abbots Dairy in Philadelphia. Helen R. Larkin has been called to her eternal reward, leaving four children behind. May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Elizabeth C. Ford is employed as a bookkeeper for Harlan Slack. The undersigned is rendering his services to the Reading Railroad. JOSEPH F. LARKIN CLASS OF 1924 As the month of June draws near, our minds naturally turn to graduation, and the leaving of our many fond associations connected with school and friends. In June 1924 we, a class of nine boys and eight girls, left the portals of dear St. Agnes to take our places in this busy world. At this writina we are in many different sections of this country trying to do our jobs well. It is with great pleasure that I, in the name of my classmates, extend to you at the crossroads of your lives, our heartiest congratulations and wishes for continued success in your numerous undertakings. 94 WILLIAM H. QUILL THE AGNITA CLASS OF 1926 Boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Did these fifteen years fly. Yes, sir, on June 20, 1926 some twenty young men and women received diplomas from our good pastor Father Schuyler. On that day we each bought a box of matches and started out to set the world on fire. It’s the usual story beyond this point because we were not out in this world for long until our matches were gone and the world kept going just the same. Despite the fact that none of us has ascended to the Presi- dency of the U. S. A. or none has become Chairman of the Board in any of the large corporations or banking houses, each of us has taken his and her position in life and we are doing everything possible to carry out the principles taught us during the years spent under the guidance of Father Schuyler and the faithful Sisters of the Immaculate Heart Order and always keep in mind our class motto— Per Aspera, ad astro — Thru difficulties, to the stars. The class of 1926 takes this opportunity to extend heartiest con- gratulations to the grcduates upon having successfully completed their high school course and wish them all possible good fortune in what- ever they attempt in the years to come. Your correspondent has made an effort to contact each member of his class in order to properly inform you of their activities during the past fifteen years. I do not, however, wish to be held responsible for all that is written belo v due to the fact that I was not able to get an authentic report from each person. Our class was more than honored by three of its members who chose to spend their lives in the service of Almighty God. As members of the Immaculate Heart Order Sister M. Angelus, Sister M. Incarnatus and Sister Maria Monica are spending their time teaching in different sections of Pennsylvania. Prior to entering the convent they were re- spectively Alice T. Finegan, Mary M. Ahearn and Regina T. Curtin. M. Elizabeth Aldworth Bosteile, after graduating from the Nurses Training School at Misericordia Hospital has been happily married for several years and is kept busy caring for her young daughter, Jacqueline. Genevieve L. Boyer Lewis attended business school and for a number of years held an important position with the Mather Insurance Company in Philadelphia. At present her son, Richard, and the duties of a housewife occupy her time. Catherine E. Finegan is considered a very valuable employee at the State Teachers College where she has held a position for several years. M. Margaret Glacker Brown attended a Business School in Wil- mington, Delaware and is engaged in household duties for her husband and son in Wilmington. John A. Hamilton entered upon a career as a trucking contractor after leaving school and operates his own fleet of trucks. John F. Hickey received his B. A. Degree at Villanova College 95 THE AGNITA and at the present time is Senior Interviewer for the Pennsylvania Un- employment Compensation Board with'offices in Coatesville. Ann I. McConkey graduated from the Nurses Training School of the Chester County Hospital, continued with her studies at Columbia University and, since receiving her A.B. Degree, has held a position as Instructress of Nurses in the New Jersey State Hospital at Greystone Park, N. J. John D. McGill is connected with the Pennsylvania Public Assist- ance Board after working several years with the different state de- partments. Ruth J. McNamara Ryan completed a course in the Nurses Training School at Misericordia Hospital, did private duty nursing, and lives in Philadelphia with her husband and young son, Edward. Aloysius A. Hanselman holds a position with the Bituminous Oil Co. in West Chester as a sales representative. Mildred M. Melvin Hickey completed her studies for her A. B. Degree at Immaculata College, studied for and received her Masters Degree at the University of Pennsylvania, held teaching positions for a number of years and is now kept quite busy keeping house for her husband, John F. (same class) and their daughter, Jean Marie, in West Chester. Lawrence J. Reilly has been affiliated with the Casper P. Hicks Funeral House in West Chester for several years after completing a course at the Renouard School of Embalming in New York City. Patrick S. Reilly has been associated with his father in the operation of the building and contr - :ting business since leaving St. Agnes’. Anna M. Ricci is likewise assisting her father in his extensive ice cream plant in West Chester. Mary A. Tulley attended Beacom Business College in Wilmington and is at the present time helping her parents conduct their farm in Delaware County. Your writer has been engaged in conducting the tailoring, clean- ing and dyeing business under his own name for the past five years and his wife who was Dorothy D. Br .omall also of 26 keeps the home fires burning for all five of us Dot, Jim, Sr., Jim Jr., Bobb , and Dolores. JAMES E. O’NEILL CLASS OF 1927 The Class of 1927 takes this opportunity to express sincere grati- tude to the ever faithful Priests and Sisters for the excellent principles taught us during our school days. We congratulate and welcome the members of the Class of 1941, and wish them many happy years as members of St. Agnes Alumni Association! We of the Class of 1927 are engaged as follows: Joseph P. Finegan is employed by the American Stores Company. Anna M. Meara is with the Lenape Hydraulic Company. 96 THE AGNITA Paul C. Kehoe is employed by Bishop Platinum Works, Malvern, Pa. Margaret E. Delaney and Elizabeth McCool Tuohey are employed by the Bell Telephone Company. Catherine M. Clancey has joined the staff of the Homeopathic Hospital. Ellen Montgomery is nursing in Philadelphia. Alice Cosgrove Shaw, Agnes Huber Krallinger, Gertrude Doyle Thompson, Anna Robinson Talley, Anna Laffey Carter, Dorothea Penrose Highfield, Kathryn Hickey Tracey, Alice Moore Van Horn and Raymond C. Yeager are happily enjoying their matrimonial careers. The undersigned still holds her position as bookkeeper at Mos- tellers’ Inc. HELEN M. BURKENSTOCK CLASS OF 1929 It is hard to believe that twelve years have passed since our class left St. Agnes High School. For some of us they have been eventful years, crowded with new and exciting experiences, perhaps not all happy ones, but nevertheless, exciting,- for others they have been just the usual round of work and play. But I feel sure all of us have looked back on our school years and remembered longingly those carefree times. Little did we realize, twelve years ago, how often and how gratefully we would remember the kind advice of Father Schuyler, or some suggestions of the Sisters that would help us to solve some of our difficult problems. To the Class of 1941, the Class of 1929 extends heartiest con- gratulations and the hope that eoch one will be successful in his endeavors. MARY CONNELLY CLA OF 19? On this special o casion, th •: tenth anniversary of our graduation, we the Class of 19 1, offer to the Class of 1941 our sincere con- gratulations and best wishes for the future. The Class of 1931 is represented in n: j iy fields of endeavor as may be seen by the following brief report. Religion—Reverend rederick Hickey, Catherine Finegan, Mary Jobson, Mary Nolan, Helen O’Brien. Business—Charles Daly, Henry Ancone, Michael Doyle, John Farrelly, James Gallo, Charles Guss, Dorothy McFarlan, Bennie Giancola, Vincent Higgins, Mark McDue, Barbara Springman, David Monaghan, Ernest Orendorff, Thomas White. Nursing—Eleanor Yarnall. Engineering—Charles Robinson. Teaching—Margaret Moynahan, Marie Karmerze, Harriet Joyce. A large number of those previously mentioned and the following, 97 THE AGNITA who have not been mentioned, are married: Mary Masterson, Mary Powers, Marie Brown, Mary Fritz, Alice Osborne, Marie Sheller, Marjorie Wendt. HARRIET M. JOYCE CLASS OF 1933 Class of 1941, we welcome you as fellow alumni! May your future be as bright as your hopes are high! And may the passing years find you happy and contented in the attainment of your heart’s desires! To our Beloved Pastor and the Sisters, we the Class of 1933, extend our sincere thanks for all kindness shown us during our school life both spiritual and temporal. Their training is still appreciated more and more each day. As representative for the class, again, I extend our sincerest wishes and lots of luck in the future. MARIE C. HANSELMAN CLASS OF 1934 It seems only a short time ago that our class, thirty-two in number, stood on the threshold of the door of opportunity, waiting to see what was in store for us,- but in reality seven years have quickly sped away, finding each member busily engaged. True, we may not have achieved all that we desired, but the accomplishments we have attained we owe to the efforts of our beloved pastor, Father Schuyler, and our dear Sisters whose fundamental training has been of valuable assistance in confronting each individual problem. The Class of ’34 wishes to extend heartfelt congratulations to you, the graduates, upon your completion of a Catholic high school edu- cation. May your hopes and ambitions, upholding the standards of our Alma Mater, be fully realized. MARGARET McCOOL CLASS OF 1935 Congratulations are in order for the Class of 1941, and we offer them with all sincerity. We offer also our wishes and prayers for a happy and successful future in a world which we hope will soon find peace. It is good to be able to express ourselves as a class of St. Agnes High School, for we have this opportunity but once a year. One more opportunity presents itself at this time—the privilege of saying to Father Schuyler and the Sisters who taught us that we appreciate more every year the many things they have done to make our lives happy and worthwhile. 98 MARIE COTTER THE AGNITA CLASS OF 1936 Five years ago at one of the festivities of Graduation Week, we, the happy, eager graduates of 1936, were cautioned by Father Joseph M. Farrell, one of our curates at the time, to keep our ideals. During the short span since graduation, we have striven to be a credit to Father Schuyler and the Sisters by following this advice. So, Class of 1941, may we offer you our congratulations and pass this bit of wisdom on to you. Keep your ideals.” MARY D. McCORMICK CLASS OF 1937 In four years so much has happened, that it seems hardly possible so many changes could have occurred in so short a space of time. And here you see the results: Edward Joyce is a valued employee of the Short Line Bus Company. William Bannon renders his services to the Denny Tag Company. Joseph Cumberland lends his time and talents to the Bond Bread Company. Trent Gaspari helps to make true the ‘‘On Time” Cleaner’s slogan. Joseph Corcoran aids his father in the painting and paper hanging business. Joseph Snyder and James Gleason will redeem us in the field of higher learning. The former is at Temple University, and the latter will finish his course at State Teachers College this year. James Terrizzi, Joseph McCool and William Gorman are ably assisting the National Defense Program. James is at Indiantown Gap; Joseph and William are in Texas. William Conwell is employed in Chester. The only member of the class who has chosen a career in marriage is Kathleen Torris,- who is now Mrs. Frederick Tuohey. Eleanor Hayes and Sue Travis are now on general duty at the Mercy-Fitzgerald Hospital in Philadelphia. The other followers of Florence Nightingale are: Rosemary Gay—Misericordia Hospital, Margaret Purcell—St. Agnes Hospital, Catherine Connor and Mary Glisson—Chester County Hospital. Elizabeth Ford and Katherine Smith will pleasantly and politely ring your number for you from the Bell Telephone Company, and Jane Swords will do the same from Paoli. Estelle Coggins, Elizabeth McCusker, and Helen Tigue are suc- cessful business women. Estelle, for the Brotherhood of the Penn- sylvania Railroad; Elizabeth, in South Carolina,- and Helen, in Wil- mington. Mary Jane Dalton will receive her degree from Penn State in June. Congratulations! 99 THE AGNITA Speare Brothers are still grateful to Eleanor Collins for her able assistance. Frances Connelly is employed at Jane Chalfant s. To the graduates of 1941 we wish the best of everything! We hope your lives will be successful and happy; and while the condition of the world is not what you would choose for yourselves or any one would choose for you, your training of the past twelve years will be most appreciated now. We wish you luck! FRANCES CONNELLY CLASS OF 1938 Congratulations, Class of 1941, upon the completion of your high school training. You who are graduating have had the advantage of being trained under the patient and guiding hand of Father Schuyler and the Sisters. I am sure, when you are out of school, you will realize the effect of their efforts, as we, the Class of 1938, do. We have tried to be a credit to them always. None of us has gained world-wide fame, but we have our representatives in the religious life, higher education, nursing, the business world, and the state of marriage. We have all made our contribution in some way or another, and we are proud of our humble efforts. So again, best of luck, graduates. May all your ambitions be realized. EILEEN M. Me CORMICK CLASS OF 1939 A cunning conniver is the crafty Thief of Time as he steals the years of life so artfully that we are scarcely aware they are missing until some important event occurs that shocks us back into reality and proves to our amazement that the Thief of Time has not been idle. The great event of graduation forces us to realize that two years of our life have been stolen away since we reluctantly departed from our Alma Mater. Two years have been added to enrich the stolen purse of Time since we heard the sincere congratulations and good wishes of the Alumni and our friends. And now Class of ’41, with those friendly echoes reawakened in our memory, may we the class of 39 wish you happiness as you journey along the paths of life. May the close of your journey find you as triumphant as your departure from the halls of St. Agnes. The changes wrought upon the Class of 39 with the passing two years are recorded in the below facts; may they prove in a small measure that the untiring and zealous teachings of you, our Priests and Sisters, have not been in vain. Foremost in all our minds are our two classmates whom God called upon to serve Him, though in different ways—JosephineMil ich whom He 100 THE AGNITA called to serve Him in Heaven leaving us but the lovely memories of her goodness, and Agnes Barry whom He called to join His loyal band of Sisters. We are proud to state that she has joined the Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. Joseph Durning is employed as a chauffeur near Newtown Square. The nursing profession claims: Marie Dixon and Agnes Jackson—student nurses at the Hahne- mann Hospital in Philadelphia. Edna Kelly and Lucille McKnight—student nurses at the Phila- delphia General Hospital. Agnes Burke—student nurse at the Wilmington Homeopathic Hospital. Continuing their education are the following classmates: Leona Condemi at Immaculata. Louise Finegan at West Chester State Teachers College. Laura Dudley at Goldey’s Business College. William Sheridan at Taylors Business College. Several of our class may be found employed in the local stores. John Fineaan at Huber’s Grocery, William Martin at John Lewis’ Grocery, William Springman and John Penrose at the Acme Stores, Edward McCormick at tne A P, John Terrells at Endicott Johnson’s Shoe Store, Dorothy McCormick and Edmond Travis at Woolworths, Marie Meara at Wood’s Drug Store. Alma Delpino is bookkeeper in her father’s fruit store, Lena Giancola also helps in her brother’s sweet shop; and Benjamin Berardi aids in his father’s baking business. John Donnelly is the only member of our class to assume the duties of married life; may we offer him our congratulations. Charles Brown has joined the United States Navy. Clara Tavani prefers to help her mother keep house. Anna Falini is secretary to Lawyer Guss. Ellen Smith is employed by the N. Y. A. Russell McCool works at the Denney Tag Company. Emidio Zaccareli and Philip Piergaline are employed in factory work. Catherine O’Neil has found employment at the Homeopathic Hospital. Edward Cotter is a capable assistant of J. B. Smith Sons, funeral directors. Jean Sheller is manager of the Postal Telegraph Company. Rosalina Protosio is working at the Keystone Tag Company. Marie Howe, Mary O’Connell, Mary Smith, Margaret Spring- man and the recorder of these facts are employed by the Bell Telephone Company. 101 ANNE ROBINSON THE AGNITA CLASS OF 1940 The class of “1940’’ extends its heartiest congratulations to you, the class of “1941 We have been out of school one year and we have the fire of ambition and the eagerness to succeed. We have also tried to put into practice the principles instilled in us by our pastor, Father Schuyler, and the untiring efforts of the Immaculate Heart Sisters. “Numen Lumen,’’ our motto, has guided us on our journey and without His ray of light our road wouTd have been hard and dreary. We hope the curtain that closes your school life may reopen for you a life of much happiness and success. So graduates, the class of “1940” already applauds your efforts to succeed. CHARLOTTE M. McCORMICK THE MOVIES Gone With the Wind. . . You’ll Find Out......... Spring Parade........... He Stayed for Breakfast. Gallant Sons............. Let’s Make Music........ Girls Under Twenty-one. The Long Voyage Home They Drive by Night. . . . Bittersweet............. Each Dawn I Die......... The Lady with Red Hair. Telegraph Trail......... Little Men............... Nice Girl............... .........School Days ..........Report Day ......May Procession .....Alumni Breakfast .........Senior Boys . - . .School Orchestra .........Senior Girls .Trip from Washington .....Basketball Team .......Eleanor Cotter Getting Up for School .......Marie Lockner .......Sendi ng notes [Robert McKnight • • ■ • i Charles Watts [Vincent Clarke ■ ■ .Margaret Hoffman 102 THE AGNITA DAZE OF DAYS Mirth is the medicine of life; It cures its ills and calms its strife. ANONYMOUS. 103 THE AGNITA Judge—Til let you off with a fine this time, but the next time I’ll send you to jail.” Weatherman—“That’s exactly what I predicted, Your Honor.” Judge—“What do you mean?” Weatherman—“Fine today, cooler tomorrow.” Sr.—“Johnny, this composition on the dog is the same as your brother’s word for word.” J. S.—“Yes, sister. It’s the same dog, you know.” Mr. Z.—“Son, your school report shows a lot of very low marks.” J. Z.—“Well, you see, Dad, everything’s so high nowadays, I thought it was time some items were marked down.” Grandpa—“Nearly a generation and a half ago my head was grazed by a bullet at the battle of Chickamauga.” Grandson (looking at the old man’s head thoughtfully)—said “There isn’t much grazing there now, is there, grandpa?” Sr.—“Why is your examination paper covered with quotation marks?” P. S.— Out of courtesy to the boy who sat in front of me.” Sr.—“And why all the question marks?” P. S.— Out of courtesy to the boy who sat behind me.” “Who is that fellow speaking?” asked the man who had just entered the crowd. “Oh, some soap-box orator.” “Judging from the look of his face, I should say he needs a better acquaintance with his platform. ’ J. G.—“Where do bugs go in the winter?” B. W.— “Search me.” J. G.—“No thanks. I just wanted to know.” R. McK.—“Say, pa.” Mr. McK.—“Well, my son?” R. McK.—“I took a walk through the cemetery today and I read the inscriptions on the tombstones.” Mr. McK.—“Well, what about it?” R. McK.—“Where are all the wicked people buried?” Old Grad.—“I started out with the thought that the world had an open- ing for me. Former Teacher—“Did you find it?” Old Grad.—“Yes, I’m in a hole now.” J. C.—“Dad, can you sign your name with your eyes shut?” Mr. C.—“Certainly.” J. C.—“Well, then shut your eyes and sign my report card.” Sr.—“Give the degrees of sick.” P. S.—“Positive—sick; comparative—worse,- superalative—dead.” 104 THE AGNITA V. G.— 'Did I give you your fountain pen back? B. C.—“No, you did not!’’ V. G.—“Now what’ll I do? I wanted to borrow it again.” Sr.—“Why don’t you answer me?” J. Z.— I did shake my head.” Sr.—“Well, do you expect me to hear it rattle way up here? W. J.—“Hello, Vince, bought a saxophone?” V. C.— No, I borrowed it from Charlie.” W. J.- -“But you can’t play it.” V. C.—“Neither can he while I have it. L. T.—“Hear about the fellow who invented a device for walking through a brick wall?” J. S.—“No. What did he call it?’ L. T.— A door, sap.” V. S.— Give me a gallon of gas? Attendant—“Where’s your car?” V. S.—“About a mile down the road. L. McC.—“Did you know I was Achab (a cab) in the play?’’ V. G.—“Is that right? I didn’t know they had those things in those days.” J. P.—“It took me six weeks of hard work to learn how to play tennis.” J. J.—“And what did you get for your pains? J. P.— Liniment.” F. N.—“How many seasons are there? J. R.—“Three. Football, basketball, and baseball. H. O’C.—“You mean thing! You promised me faithfully that you wouldn t give away that secret I told you, but now it s all around town.” i ,, E. C.—“I didn’t give it away. I exchanged it for others. M. D.—“Is your community lighted by electricity? B. C.—“Only when there’s a thunder storm at night. J. Z.— Why do you wear such loud socks? F. McC.—“Oh, to keep my feet awake. I hate to have them going to sleep during school hours. E. R.—“Are you fond of indoor sports? M. H.— Yes, if they know when to go home. 105 THE AGNITA WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF: Mary Lyons—didn’t do her bookkeeping? Patricia Finegan—forgot the transcription book? Helen Tavani—forgot to pass the class notes? Josephine Morley—didn’t have rosy cheeks? Helen Gara—were tall? Jean Me Laughlin—couldn’t roller skate? Dorothy Cialini—didn’t have a new hair do? Bernice Clark—didn’t get angry on the basketball floor? Mary Falcone—got excited? Margaret Hoffman—didn’t have “open house’’ over the week-end? Mary Donohue—lost her giggle? Marie Lockner—weren’t neat? Margaret McCormick—didn’t blush? Eleanor Cotter—didn’t comb her hair before every class? Patricia Moran—didn’t like sports? Flora Hutton —didn’t bring candy to school? Myrtle White—got a red mark? Eleanor Frame—didn’t look to the left side of the room? Mary Mozzani—didn’t have a new joke to tell? Helen Marie O’Connell—gained weight? Christine Finegan—didn’t study? Mary Travis—talked in every class? Elizabeth Ruggiero—could sit still when she hears music? Dorothy Glisson—were without Mary Travis? George Finegan—didn’t have his car? Robert McKnight—would ring the bell ahead of time? Francis McCool—lost his chuckle? Francis Newman—could keep a solemn expression? John Purcell—didn’t know his lines in the Passion Play? Joseph Reilly—failed in Latin? Charles Watts—ever smiled? John Gleason—didn’t argue in history class? John Joyce—handed in a slovenly done paper? Brian Walker—ever agreed with anyone? Peter Schroth—knew his work? Irwin Shaffer—couldn’t talk about his farm? Leo Tigue—lost his poetic art? John Smith—weren’t a handy mechanic? Joseph Zaccarrelli—lost his slow gait? Leo McCarter—arrived on time for school? Joseph Cowan—came to school on Friday afternoons? Vincent Gorman—knew his Spanish? Paul Terrels—ever stopped talking? William Joyce—were thin? Vincent Springer—drove slowly? Vincent Clarke—were boisterous? M. PATRICIA MORAN PAUL A. TERRELS 106 THE AGNITA Josephine Morley Vincent ClArke William JoYce Vincent Gorman Mary MOzzani Mary Donohue RoBert McKnight Mary Lyons Leo McCartEr Peter Schroth Irwin Shaffer FranciS McCool Bernice ClArk Patricia Flnegan Francis Newman Helen Tavani Brian WAIker Helen Gara Christine FiNegan George FinEgan Paul TerrelS Margaret Hoffman Dorothy Clalini John Gleason Myrtle WHite CharleS Watts Joseph ZaCcarelli Flora Hutton Joseph COwan Patricia MOran Marie Lockner Eleanor FrAme Mary FalcoNE Dorothy Glisson Margaret McCormick Jean McLAughlin John JoYce Mary Travis Leo Tigue Vincent SPringer Joseph Reilly Helen O’Connell John Smith John Purcell Eleanor CottEr Elizabeth Ruggiero CHRISTINE T. FINEGAN MARY E. TRAVIS 107 THE AGNITA CLASS WILL Upon the realization of the accomplishment of the goal to which we have looked forward from earliest childhood—graduation from St. Agnes High School-—we, the class of 1941, being of benign character and sound mind (after twelve years of school), do ordain that the following gifts be bestowed upon our successors with sincere hopes that they may use them as profitably as we have. To our beloved pastor, Father Schuyler, we offer our sincere love and gratitude for his untiring efforts in making our school days so pleasant and fruitful. To the Faculty, we leave a well-deserved vacation after their strenuous labor of the past years, and our promise to live up to the high principles they have instilled in us. To our Alma Mater, our gratitude for the Catholic education we have received. To the juniors, the title of seniors with all the work and pleasure entailed in that title. To the sophomores, the joy of looking forward to being juniors and the consolation that it takes only another step to become dignified seniors. To those dear infants, the freshmen, the privileges of choosing class officers and courses, with the hope they may choose wisely. To the individual members of the junior class we leave these special bequests: To Philip Corcoran, John Purcell s dramatic ability and oratorical powers to enable him to carry out his duties as Class President. To Edward Hayes, Josephine Morley’s speedy stride to enable him to arrive at school on time. To Ann McCormick, Helen O’Connell’s title as Prettiest Girl in the Class.’’ To Elizabeth Travis, Margaret Hoffman’s place at the organ. To George Hunt, Charles Watts’s charming personality. To Grace Redmond, Mary Travis’s and Helen Tavani’s reserved manners. To William White, George Finegan’s title of Class Chauffeur. To Mary Murphy, Bernice Clark’s skill in shorthand. To Robert Thompson, Francis McCool’s way with the ladies. 108 THE AGNITA To Helen Snyder, Eleanor Cotter’s curly locks, so that she may not have to put her hair up in curlers. To Louis Hutton, Vincent Springer’s inability to break his neck, no matter how hard he tries. To Mary DiSanti, Dorothy Cialini’s flair for coiffures. To James McAnnulla, Joseph Cowan’s aptitude for sparkling witticisms. To Norma DePose, John Gleason’s ardor for debating in history class. To John Dougherty, Leo McCarter’s book—“How to Win Friends and Influence People.” To Kathleen Kavanaugh, Marie Lockner’s title, Class Carrot Top.” To Francis Zaccarelli, Paul Terrels’s loquaciousness in bookkeeping class. To Florence Dawson, Mary Lyons’s poetic ability and Eleanor Frame’s competence in playing basketball. To Frances Kershaw, Elizabeth Ruggiero’s terpsichorean art and Flora Hutton’s generosity in providing the class with sweets. To Thomas Burke, Brian Walker’s lovely treble voice. To Elizabeth Castagna, Patricia Finegan’s place as a soloist in the verse choir. To Frances Williams, Myrtle White’s capability in pursuing the wanderings of Aeneas. To Joseph Cassidy, William Joyce’s part in the Passion Play as a “fat” priest. To Agnes Kelly, Jean McLaughlin’s frequent holidays. To Francis O’Brien, Vincent Gorman’s good fortune in securing daily rides from school to Lenni. To Ann McCusker, Helen Gara’s dubious honor of being the Class Dwarf. To Joan LaChappelle, Mary Donohue’s infectious laughter. To Hugh Connor, Francis Newman’s noisy red plaid shirt and title of Two Gun.” To Barbara Corcoran, Margaret McCormick’s slender gracefulness and Mary Falcone’s zeal for doing homework. To Margaret Kavanaugh, Patricia Moran’s tranquility and Chris- tine Finegan’s fondness for whispering in class. 109 THE AGNITA To James Gill, John Joyce’s equestrian ability in Latin. To Catherine Sheller, Dorothy Glisson’s magic’ cake recipes. To Frederick Brown, Leo Tigue’s agricultural knowledge. To Anthony Sabatini, Joseph Reilly’s high caliber on the basket- ball court. To Charles Kershaw, Robert McKnight’s interest in school activities. To Robert Moran, John Smith’s joy in remaining after school hours. To William Mulcahy, Peter Schroth’s attentiveness during class, particularly in the Spring. To Joseph Mason, Mary Mozzani’s aggressive nature and Irwin Shaffer’s trombone to help him enliven class socials. To Ira Oakes, Joseph Zaccarelli’s ability to pass his subjects, despite most of his friends’ failures. To Daniel Rubino, Vincent Clarke’s serenity. We, supposedly sound in mind and body, do ordain this document to be our last will and testament and do declare any previous wills to be null and void. Signed and sealed on the eighth day of June in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred forty-one. Witnesses: ELEANOR A. COTTER CLASS OF 1941 ELEANOR A. FRAME A STUDENT (With apoligies to Joyce Kilmer.) I think that I shall never see A boy who studies willingly, Whose nose against a book is pressed, Whose mind can never be at rest; A boy who looks at words all day, And rinds no time to laugh or play; A boy who does at all times bear His burden and another’s share,- Upon whose desk great books remain, And men of fame do live again. Rhymes are made by fools like me, But who would study willingly? M. PATRICIA MORAN no THE AGNITA PATRONS AND PATRONESSES Can we forget one friend? can we forget one face? Which cheered us toward our end, which nerved us for our race? One presence which has made us know To God-like souls how deep our debt, We would not, if we could,— forget. CHARLES KINGSLEY 111 THE AGNITA Rev. Henry C. Schuyler Rev. Edward A. Connelly Rev. John M. Healy Rev. Thomas N. Byrne Rev. James C. Devers Rev. Joseph E. Fitzpatrick Rev. Francis M. Fox Rev. J. Francis Haley Rev. Michael Marley Rev. Joseph Martin Sisters of I. H. M. Sister Marie Edward Sister Mary Gloriosa Sister Mary Henrita Sister Regina Agnese Class of 1942 Class of 1943 Class of 1944 E. T. Backman Mr. and Mrs. William Badum John R. Bair Baker and Miller Mr. and Mrs. P. H. Baker William H. Baldwin E. Bandel Bakery Mr. William Bannon Mr. Henry S. Barker Mrs. Francis A. Barrett Agnes Barry Margaret Barry Mr. and Mrs. T. Vance Bates Battin Chrysler and Plymouth Motor Co. Compliments of Belt Studio Benjamin Berardi Albert Biles’ Studio Mr. and Mrs. Francis Blair Mrs. John F. Bone Boston Shoe Store Miss Helen M. Bray A|eck Brown Ro bert M. Brown Mr. George Burgess Bernard Burke Miss Margaret Calpin Mr. and Mrs. Robert Carey Carlson's Carlson’s Auto Body Works Miss Catherine Cassidy Catherine R. Cassidy Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Cassidy Mrs. Mary Castagna Jane Chalfant Mr. and Mrs. J. Herbert Chambers Chester-Delaware Farm Bureau Cheyney’s Gift and Girdle Shop Mr. Thomas Cialini Mr. and Mrs. William Cialini Mr. and Mrs. Ella Cippola Mr. John Civial Joseph C. Clark Mr. and Mrs. William Clark J. E. Coleman James G. Connor Arthur G. Corcoran Mrs. Ellen A. Corcoran Patrick H. Corcoran William E. Corcoran Mrs. Angelo Cordivani Compliments of the Corner Store Corvin Dance Studio Mr. William A. Cosgriff Mr. and Mrs. Edward F. Cotter Edward J. Cotter Marie E. Cotter Miss Dorothy Cowan Mr. and Mrs. John H. Cowan Mr. and Mrs. Charles Cox Mr. and Mrs. Francis T. Cox Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Cox Mr. and Mrs. Guy Craig George H. Crosley Joseph Cumberland R. H. Curry C. D’Annunzio C. D’Annunzio and Sons Moulton H. Davis Estate Mr. Lewis N. Davis Mr. and Mrs. Thomas L. Davis Rose Mary Dawson R. E. Deaver, Kalamazoo Stove Co. Mr. Henry V. DeHaven Augustine J. Delaney Margaret E. Delaney Lawrence Delpino Robert Devereux, M. D. Mr. and Mrs. Francis M. Devlin Mr. and Mrs. Cesare DiMarzio Mr. and Mrs. Joseph DiSciullo Miss Josephine DiStefano Mr. and Mrs. John J. Dixon Winfield Donat Co. Mr. and Mrs. John Donnelly Richard Donnelly Anne M. Donohue Mr. John S. Doran Dot’s Food Market (formerly Arabia’s) Downingtown Motor Co., West Chester Mr. and Mrs. Walter Draper Diamond Drug Catherine Dunleavy Mrs. Earl Dutt Eachus Dairies Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Epstein Dr. DeForrest W. Ewing Mr. and Mrs. Dominic Falini John A. Farrell, 2nd Fairview Farm Dairies Compliments of the Farm Market Mr. and Mrs. Frank Finegan Mr. and Mrs. George J. Finegan 112 THE AGNITA Mr. and Mrs. John J. Finegan Lucy A. Finegan Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Finegan Mr. Robert J. Finegan Mr. Thomas Finegan, Jr. Mr. and Mrs. Vincent J. Finegan Dr. H. W. Fink Robert H. Fitzgerald Mrs. James Fitzpatrick Ford and Burneson Dr. John J. Ford Mrs. Mary Redmond Ford Frame’s Motor Freight Mr. and Mrs. Charles W. Frame Mr. and Mrs. J. Warren Frame, Jr. M. D. Freeman M. D. Freeman A Friend A Friend Mr. and Mrs. Daniel J. Gallagher Mary Jean Gallagher William D. Gallagher George Galloway The Garden Theatre Miss Concetta Gaspari The Gay Grill Benny Giancola David Gibbons Mr. and Mrs. John V. Gibney Miss Bessie I. Gibson Myrtle I. Gibson W. E. Gilbert Mr. and Mrs. Frank M. Girten Pietro Giunta Mr. and Mrs. George H. Gleason Mr. James C. Gleason Glick’s Shoe Shop Miss Mary C. Glisson Mr. and Mrs. William Gorman Mr. and Mrs. Arnold D. Graul The Great Market The Great Market Mr. and Mrs. Ralph E. Green Mr. Joseph Guinta, Grocer Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Haggerty Miss Mary Haley Mr. Richard T. Haley, Jr. Richard W. Haley Mr. and Mrs. Fred Hall Mr. and Mrs. Joseph S. Hanselman Compliments of Norman I. Harris, Credit Jeweler The Hat Box Eleanor C. Hayes Daniel J. Healy Miss Mary Healy Mr. and Mrs. Harold Hetherington Mr. and Mrs. Dennis F. Hickey Mr. and Mrs. Casper P. Hicks Mr. and Mrs. Edward J. Hicks Mr. and Mrs. W. LeRoy Hicks Mr. Vincent J. Higgins Highland Dairies William Hill Hilyard's—33 W. Gay St. Hoffman and Baldwin’s C. C. Hoffman Shoe Store Mr. and Mrs. Earl Hoffman Mrs. Hannah Hogan Mrs. Julia Hogga Warren Hohl Marie D. Howe Mr. Charles Huber Huber’s Grocery Store Hughes Garage, Malvern, Pa. Hutton’s Grocery Store Mr. and Mrs. Leon Hutton Miss Eleanor L. Ironsides Mrs. Katie V. Ironsides Jack’s Auto Supplies Johnnie's and Connie’s Endicott Johnson Shoe Co. Dr. John L. Johnson Mr. and Mrs. Charles M. Joyce Edward M. Joyce Harriet M. Joyce Jones and Gurskey, Sporting Goods Miss Edna Karmarze William J. Kauffman Catherine Kelly Dr. Charles M. Kerwin Mr. and Mrs. William R. Kessler Mr. and Mrs. John Kirk, Jr. Knights of Columbus, Council No. 1333 Mr. and Mrs. George C. Knob Dr. and Mrs. Raymond R. Kramer Mr. Harry Kunselman Miss Margaret Lacey Joseph F. Larkin Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lasko Liberty Laundry Inc. William J. Lawlor J. W. Lawton, Clearfield Dairies Mrs. Emma Lee Leonard’s Children’s Shop John L. Lewis Marian F. Lewis Thorne J. Lewis Little Joe’s Place Llandewic Farm L. M. and W. Manufacturing Co. Mr. and Mrs. Charles J. Lockner Lorgus Flower Shop Lorraine Restaurant Thomas W. Lumis Mr. and Mrs. Garrett Lyons Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Madiera Malavolta Shoe Repairing Shop Mr. and Mrs. H. O. Malin Mansion House Barber Shop 113 THE AGNITA Marakos Candy Kitchen Margolies Men’s Shop Edwin Martin, Eggs and Poultry Mrs. Lucy Masterson Mr. and Mrs. S. McCarter Mr. and Mrs. William J. McCarthy Miss Sarah McClain Mr. and Mrs. Frank McCool Idella McCool Mr. and Mrs. J. R. McCool Miss Dorothy M. McCormick Miss Elizabeth McCormick Mr. and Mrs. Frank J. McCormick Mr. and Mrs. Joseph A. McCormick Mr. James F. McCue Miss Mary McCusker Mr. and Mrs. David G. McDaniels Mr. and Mrs. Hugh McDevitt Philip McDonough Elwood P. McGrogan Mr. and Mrs. Joseph B. McGrogan Thomas W. McIntyre Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth McKnight Miss Lucille McKnight Mr. Thomas McKnight Miss Elizabeth McLaughlin Mr. and Mrs. Roger McLaughlin Miss Marie Meara Mercer's Harness Shop Dominick Miani Mrs. Susannah Millhizer Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Mills Mr. Anthony Minyone Mr. and Mrs. Earl Minyone Miss Florence Minyone Miss Ellen E. Montgomery Miss Margaret M. Montgomery Thomas J. Montgomery Mrs. William Montgomery F. B. Moore Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Moore William D. Moore Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Moran Mr. and Mrs. Francis K. Moran Miss Frances B. Morgan Miss M. Rita Morgan Mr. and Mrs. William D. Morgan Miss Marie C. Morley Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Morley Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Morley Thomas Morley William Mulcahy Mr. and Mrs. William H. Murray William H. Murray Marie Musante Anna B. Myers Compliments of J. J. Newberry Mr. and Mrs. A. H. Newman Mr. and Mrs. Francis J. O’Brien Frank A. O’Brien and Sons O'Connell's Store Mrs. Catherine O’Connell Miss Helen A. O’Connell Olin’s Shoe Service and Dry Cleaning Mr. and Mrs. James E. O’Neill On-Time Cleaners and Dyers Mr. and Mrs. J. Passmore Pearson’s Bakery Mr. and Mrs. James T. Pennell Pennsylvania Garage P. and G. Tea Room Mr. and Mrs. John A. Pierce Pizzi Shoe Repairing, 124 N. Church St. Mr. and Mrs. Charles A. Potier Quaker Baking Co. The Quaker Restaurant Quaker Stores, Frank Giunta Mr. and Mrs. C. P. Quill Mr. and Mrs. William H. Quill Compliments of Clyde E. Reese, Exton Reifsnyder Hosiery Mill Store Mr. Francis T. Reilly Philip J. Reilly, Esq. P. J. Reilly Stephen J. Reilly Mr. and Mrs. Thomas P. Reilly Frank I. Riley Mr. Thomas A. Riley Anne Robinson Mr. Horace Rodgers Dr. James J. Rogan Mr. and Mrs. Albert Retunno Mr. Joseph Retunno Mr. and Mrs. James Ruggiero Sabatini’s Food Market Miss Anne Schaub Mrs. L. D. Schroth Mrs. P. J. Schroth Mr. and Mrs. Allen Scott Mrs. Anne Seiler Sellhast Chevrolet Company Mr. and Mrs. J. Irwin Shaffer Mrs. Elizabeth Sheehan Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Sheller Mr. and Mrs. Charles W. Sheller Mr. Walter H. Shepherd The Short Line Jake Shur’s Army and Navy Store J. B. Simon and Brothers N. Harlan Slack Richard J. Sload Mr. and Mrs. Ashton B. T. Smith J. B. Smith and Son Mr. and Mrs. William P. Snyder Sportoggery, Regina Grant Mr. and Mrs. Horace Springer A. Springman, Tailor William Springman Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Staats, Jr. Steen and Quillen Service Station 114 THE AGNITA Steen and Quillen Service Station Jane T. Swords Mr. and Mrs. A. Tavani Miss Dora Tavani Mr. and Mrs. Henry Tavani Miss Lena Tavani Taylor’s Music Shop Samuel W. Taylor Miss Alice Temple Mr. and Mrs. George A. Temple Mr. and Mrs. John F. Terrels John L. Terrels Antonio Terrizzi Maurice Terrizzi Theresa’s Beauty Salon Chester V. Thomas, Malvern, Pa. Mr. and Mrs. Henry J. Thomas M.r. and Iv rs. Joel Thomas Audrey Thompson Thompson and Rodgers Mr. and Mrs. William J. Tigue Mr. James Torpey Towne Shop Mr. and Mrs. Charles E. Travis, Sr. Susanna M. Travis Mrs. Elizabeth Tuohey Mr. and Mrs. Fred J. Tuohey Mr. and Mrs. P. J. Tuohey Mr. and Mrs. Donald Underhill Mr. and Mrs. George Veit, Sr. The Village Flower Shop Mr. and Mrs. Charles A. Walker Mr. and Mrs. Harry J. Walter, Jr. Anna Marie Wasson Paul J. Wasson Mr. and Mrs. Charles Watts West Chester Hardware West Chester Laundry Miss Catherine M. White John E. White Mary L. White Mr. and Mrs. J. Paul White Mr. and Mrs. Thomas J. White, Sr. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas J. White, Jr Wicky’s Mr. and Mrs. John Willard F. W. Woolworth Co. YarnaH’s Garage, Auto Repairs Mr. and Mrs. George Yarnall M. S. Yearsley and Son Young Boy’s Club Mr. and Mrs. D. Zaccarelli 115 w ' :v 'S •' : s ,1 ? -A. v. � .■� . •« - •«• • v . . •_ j -v 25 v. ■ -- ■ . - . . - • __. ' r' r'- , I- %s.«. r - 2 j J V-A T- r:— - ‘ V VV • ’‘’'■ v.,sy '. . V ' - ■' — ■ S - . --s .. “•' . ■ - |- - ' ' , . “s . - - • • • v-■ . 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