St Agnes High School - Palm Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Cathy Cathy Langdon was always talking, eating corn, or just plain having a good time of it. At lunch every day she ate corn when the cafeteria had it, and if they didn't have it, she usually filled her lunch period with corny gos- sip of her neighborhood, family, and friends. She never liked the way she wrote, her writ- ing to her was just scribble. Once when we were in the hall getting ready for History on a day when a report was due, she said, I should have typed thisg I hope I never become famous or anything like that because if I ever did and had to autograph something, I'd be positively embarrassed. She was like any other kid her age, worried about the War, the POW'S, and everything else teen-agers care about. She'd do anything for you no matter how little or how big a thing it was. She loved the world and life itself and was a kid I'm sure we'll never forget or want to forget. She was beautiful in mind and spirit and soul. Mary Van Sice For My Friend, Cathy What was she like? She was someone who was happy and made other people happy. She acted as if she didnlt have a trouble in the world. I always liked her style. Easy to get along with. You could tell her your problems and she'd try to help you with them. If she were still alive today, I'm sure I'd do the same for her. I know one thing - we're all going to miss her a long time. Ellen Guyette When I think of Cathy Langdon, I picture her smiling because she was always smiling. She seemed to be happy about something all the time. Sister Mary Lynch Cathy was a very conscientious student. She tried to do an assignment without missing a single detail. Sister Jane Joseph

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Setting: Louisa - Mark - Joan - George - Gail - Thomas - Joan - Joan - Gail - Mark - Joan - Gretchen Joan - George - Joan - Louisa - The Decision Cast Louisa, young married girl. Mark, her husband. Joan, her mother. George, Louisa's father. Gail, Mark's mother. Thomas, Louisa's brother. Gretchen, Louisa's sister. A young couple's small apartment. Seven people are seated, rather awkward- ly, around a small dining room table. A very distressed young woman sud- denly throws her napkin on the table and exits, speaking. All right! fTears beginj fRunning after herj I'm sure they didn't mean it like that. Please, stop crying. fA door is slammed in his face. Reluctantly, he returns to the table, where he is greeted with five different looks: astonishment, disgust, concern, embarrass- ment, and . . . one brother-in-law feeding his face.j Oh, my baby . . . Whatever did we say that would upset her so? Mark, do something, will you? fMark does nothing, but he raises his eyes to look across the tablej Just what do you expect him to do, Joan? Oh, why is it that you never think before you say something? You're the one who made her cry, yet, you think Mark ought to run right in there and calm her down. Sometimes . . . George, don't be so hard on your wife. You know we were all thinking that very same thing. fPause.j fBetween gulpsj I wasn't. Donlt include me . . Thomas . . . ! fBoy resumes eating.j But, Gail, don't you . . . ? I really don't see how it should concern us. It's the children's decision. We have no right to interfere with their affairs. They are the ones to pay the consequences. Thank you, mother. fEvery one resumes eating, except Joanj How do you expect me to eat when my poor baby is locked, crying, in her room? Oh! Mark, please do be reasonable and go talk to her. fMark ignores the request and keeps eatingJ What kind of a cold, heartless person did my darling marry? fMark this time stops long enough to look at his mother-in-law in disgust.j Ugh! fShe tries half-heartedly to eat but stops and just sits poutingj Aw, Mom, knock it off, will you, please? You're spoiling my dinner. Oh! so now you can tell your mother what to do? I suppose you think I should have kept it to myself. Just let them make a flimsy decision like that? fSarcastically.j But then, I shouldn't be concerned for their own welfare or the child's, now should I! Excuse me! I keep forgetting! fHer daughter casts her eyes to heaven but doesn't say a word.j I'm sure Mark and Louisa both excuse you. Well . . . fAstonished by her husband's remark. Silence of eating resumes. Minutes pass before a tiny creaking of the bedroom door is heard. Louisa sil- ently takes her seat beside Mark. Her mother sits staring at her with a sad, pitying look on her face. Louisa starts to eat but stops after only the first few bites.j I came to a decision. fEveryone looks up at her. She turns and looks into Mark's eyesJ I . . . I've decided that we'll take the black baby the agency has. fPause.j . . . to her mother who has her mouth hanging open with dismay.j He is our kind, Mother. We both need love. He needs my love and we need his. fShe resumes eating! Mary Beth Bailey '74