St Andrews Seminary - Mapav Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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S A T O R Good-Bye Goodbye is the most common word of parting, and because its true meaning is so seldom understood, it usually carries a note of sorrow. We hesitate to express it to our departing seniors, for while it is true that we shall not face them again daily in the classroom, we do feel that this is no real parting from them. They are to continue their training in our own major seminaryg we shall hear from them and about them from time to time, they will be frequent visitors, we trust, at Saint Andrew'sg and, God willing, they will one day be even closer to usfsharing our own Priesthood. There can be no note of sadness when we realize that they are but going on nearer and nearer to their goal-God's Priesthood. But since goodbye really means God be with you, we do say it to them with all our heart. And it will always be our prayer that He will never be far away from any one of them. We have tried at Saint Andrew's to make them conscious of this abiding Presence, and we feel today that we have succeeded at least in part. Without His nearess they would hardly have reached thus far in their quest. He has been with them daily in Holy Communion, and constantly in their possession of sanctifying grace, and now at Saint Bernard's He will be an Occupant with them of the very home in which they are to live. As they look back over the years they must admit that it was when they felt His Presence that temptation seemed easier to overcome, and disappoint' ments the less difficult to bear. And only when they thoughtlessly forgot His nearness did things seem dark and they so helpless. May God bless them and be always with them. THE RECTOR twenty two

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N 1 9 3 9 some of us helped move to the present location. We are hopeful that that feat will make us somef thing of pioneers in the years to come. Came the next September. Now we had finally crossed that magical line we had heard so much about -the line that divided the High School from the college. Now we occupied the downstairs corridor and paid studied disregard to the petty happenings in the hall upstairs. After all, we said, a college man must have some regard because of the high position he occupies. But we soon forgot that line of thought after we were introduced to the microscope, the Bard of Stratford, Homer and Horace. When these were not occupying our attention we busied ourselves with dreaming of the day when we would be Seniors. In that year we were joined by Jack McCafferty of Geneva, who has since proven his worth scholastically. In that year, too, we produced a play, Old Wang, with very favorable results. But presently exams rolled around, june came and the Sixth Year departed to leave us the supreme lords of the school. In our Sixth Year, we welcomed to our midst Joe Lynch from Niagara U., who has now become as much a part of us as Vince Porter's jokes or Tony Rossi's hair tonic. The year rolled by ref markably fast, and leaves us now on the thresf hold, saying our last farewell. We performed all the requirements of Seniors - last banquet, last Mission day, etc. etefand at this writing have well nigh run our course. One brief laurel we claim for our class: we successfully revived SATOR, the old yearbook. We leave that as a lasting memento of the time when we were lords of our little domain in Saint Andrew's. And now as we pause to ponder on all the joys and sorrows of these happy years, we can honestly say that the course was well worth the running. There were dark moments perhaps, but they were balanced by a large share of very happy ones. And, of course, we cannot set down on paper all that we have taken from the school in the way of education, both mental and moral. Hence our last word as we go forth to conquer new worlds is a sincere prayer of thanks for all that Saint Andrcw's has meant to us. The Qld School A part of me the old halls of the school, The insistent bell, the groovenvorn wooden steps, The changing faces, once an unknown sea, and now So full of meaning that my heart circles round them Like the lines of shore circle round the seag 'They've been my life, these friendly faces and these walls The setting of a lovely dream. Here I have wept My tears, here built my hopesg here I have Fashioned me a mind for work. Here I have laughed And played and laughed again, and from the elements Of sob and song have built me a philosophy of life and love. And now it ends. New hands take up the work I leave undone. I am forgot. But worse than all forgetfulness Will be the hunger for the touch of hands I loved And for the sight of friendly heads that taught me, The listening in vain for old, familiar soundsg The aching loneliness that just our school can heal- The aching hurt that our school can cure .... fAdaptedj twentyfone

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