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

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, , K K f - The Sun I '- f ' t A I as the triumphant ball ,.' of glory ' ' ' painted its final touches R V. of gold V a an , and pinkish glow x A X on the hfxwlx ' 2 X white, snow-capped mountain xfxf ' Q peaks, ' Y' i K-L1 the sleepy violets poked -. it X their tiny heads X Za n I s-'bo xx out of the moist X ' NX jd. X X x cool earth if Xi' 1! l ' I yawning I 1 X 7 ! Q X and bending down to touch X . X 1 their toes c 'xl , c N drinking the shimmering i ' dew i A off s ' X the jade-green grass. 1 X ' lx Mary Blasi '75 Laughter Late Summer Scene A canyon with many sand-swept sounds I love to hear boushs heave , Sifting into shut-out areas. and the grass? xtbfealtmlfg In the 311' - - Circling the gloom and squeezing out the death. to See the tfeesi Way it . A Sound Worth hearing. and the insects l y with the Wind, winningla K ay. Sally Anne Schuth '74 To feel my face hi lby the sun In contrast to my bones - damp while sitting Tasting August in the breeze while slightly appeasing the coming fall. Mary Beth Elam '74 124

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It is a love letter, perhaps It is a love letter, perhaps that I sent the gloomy Monday morning of October while you lain under wool with only your nose peaking into chilly air. It is a love letter, perhaps I lick each time I see you and seal each time we've said goodbye and often we send ourselves our meanness by the air, that static understanding when it happens so October sleeper rip the stamp and breath my loveliness into the damp autumn air. Barbara Dell Hall '74 Prose Poem: Inventory a human being: marked fragile easily broken afraid of falling from high to low places, wrapped in protective colorings to prevent damage. flaws in packaging may result in breakage during handling. keep closed until arrived at destination, meanwhile, handle with care. management regrets that no insurance allows for replacement of broken parts. this is a limited offer. caveat emptor. Sister Eleanor Celantani Dusk Rumpled throw rugs Pretzels and peanut shells dropped carelessly around the cracked cement floor Beer cans and wine bottles hidden hurriedly behind boxes, underneath chairs. The freshly-kissed lips now stale, left with only memories, a certain touch still felt tingling inside, Crazy laughter, meaningless words. Mary Alice Vought '75

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GARBAGE GIRLS VS ST AGNES STUDENT BODY Newscaster: Good day, Ladies and Gentlemen. I'm Bob Buckley, here today with another broadcast of Issues and Actions. As you all know, one of the many concerns of our day is that of pollution. Of vital concern is the way in which this problem may be dealt with and resolved. We here at the studios have decided the only way to cope with a problem of such a large magnitude is to look at it on a much smaller scale. To do this we have chosen a local high school, which is plagued with a sample problem, that of a littered cafeteria. The administration, in cooperation with the Student Senate, has set up a corps of students who will patrol the cafeteria and report all offenders. This specialized group, called the Garbage Girls, is made up of past offenders against the litter regulations. Now let's go to Dick Lenns with the moving camera and see how this system works in practice. fDull roar of cafeteria noises, loud voices, laughing, hum of the machinesj Mr. Lenns: Un a raised tone of voicej Thanks, Bob. Yes, folks, as you can see by the amount of papers, cartons, and half-eaten lunches which are strewn around, it would appear as though there is a definite problem present here. Here comes one of the Garbage Girls now. Let's see what she has to say. fLenns approaches the freshman girlj Excuse me, are you one of the Garbage Girls? Girl: Uh, yeah. Mr. Lenns: How did you happen to get this job? Girl: Well, ya see I got this senior for a study hall on one day. I came in late, so she goes either I had to get a pass from the principal or be a Garbage Girl in her place. Mr. Lenns: I see. How did you finally make your decision? Girl: She wouldn't let me leave the room. Mr. Lenns: What are your responsibilities? Girl: fLooks up and recites as if by memoryj To throw away all garbage left unattended, to report all offenders, to be clean, pure, and honest. Mr. Lenns: Do you enjoy your job? Girl: Oh yeah. Sometimes it gets a little messy, like on sloppy joe days, but it has its advantages. Like ya get to finish all the good things kids leave on the tables. Ya know, a little cake here and there, a few potato chips or a half-eaten apple. Mr. Lenns: fObviously repulsed, clears his throatj Yes, well . . . thank you very much. Let's move now to the other side of the cafeteria, where a Garbage Girl seems to have found a Violator - and listen in. Garbage Girl: Hey, Girl, is this your lunch you left? Violator: No. G. Girl: You Myrtle Myers? Violator: Yeah. G. Girl: Well, honey, unless there are two Myrtle Myers around, or your bag is lyin', this is your garbage, and you're gonna throw it away. Violator: flmpudentlyj Why? G. Girl: I got five good reasons why. KH olds up her hand and bends her fingers down one by one until it becomes a fist. She shakes it a littleJ Are those good enough reasons? Violator: fHurries to pick up her finished lunch and throws it away. She speaks rapidlyj Best ones I've heard! fRuns outJ Mr. Lenns: Well, that's all we have time for today. Now let's go back to Bob Buckley. I Newscaster: Thank you, Dick. Well, you've seen it, folks. Do you think the system of this small high school could change the situation of pollution in the World today? For any comments call 476-9903, toll free, to give your opinions. Operators will be standing by. Thanks for tuning in to today's program of Is- sues and Actions, and remember, pollution begins at home. Mary Lou Little '74