St Angela Hall Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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History il la Mode EAVES were gradually turning to brown. Cool breezes were blowing. Autumn was upon us, bringing with it the opening of our first school term at St, Angela Hall. September, 1936, saw Peggy Carlin with long curls, Catherine Kempf with Haxen waves, Anita Dietrig and Marion Brown with hair high above their ears, Kay Cooney with baby bangs, Arline Byrne with tresses cut very, very short just because of a bet. Being freshmen, we thought our plain hair well fitted our plain appearance. Tulip Time . . . Washington . . . Movies . . . Cake Sale . . . Our first commence- ment. As sophomores we became a little more daring. Decorative clips adorned our growing locks. We began putting our hair up at night, trying to rid it of its'perma- nent straightness. This was the year page-boy was the vogue. Estelle Leone fashioned her hair long and sweeping. Grace Gioe and Agatha Stamm, our petites jeunes filles, wore their hair short just like the pages of England. Arline Byrnes, hair grew back to normal, and Mary Rose McCarthy boldly placed a curl in the middle of her forehead. I Geometry . . . Basketball . . . Those Bus Rides . . . Tea Dance . . . Brooklyn Prep Outing . . . Rapture of Sororities . . . 1939 brought us ribbons. Bows of every description and color blossomed vividly. Joan McDonough7s ultra-long hair fluttered with ribbons. Eileen Healy began to demonstrate the long-hoped-for-glamour. Mary Clark hid a pert cornHower blue bow in her neatly arranged hair. Mary Crowley let her hair grow long thus forming a crown about her gracious shoulders, and Eileen Mafera looked very angelic with the Madonna coiffure. Sweethearts . . . Retreat . . . Physics . . . Varsity . . . Student Council . . . Hockey. Flowers, fresh or artificial were here to stay. Daisies, orchids limitationi, sun flowers-take your pick, they are all here. Being Seniors, we tried to be sophisti- cated, and we thought fiowers did the trick. Dolly Dwyer with her long fnaturalj curly hair displayed flowers with such grace that we all tried to imitate her. Grace Gioe fashioned her hair in the latest up-sweep which made her look a little older, but which proved very becoming. Peggy Gabriel tried to imitate l939,s glamour girl, Brenda Frazier, but did not fully succeed frain intervenedj . . . Magazine Drive . . . Hot Dog Party . . . The Senior Private Lecture During Retreat . . . Cheering Squad Started . . . May Crowning . . . Yearbook . . . Angelus- . . . Rings . . . Those Long, Long Walks Down the Aisle of the Academy . . . Commencement. RITA GLAMKOWSKI. -.ceSfi'445g-gas...

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History a la Mer AVING tumbled aboard the HS. S. Studyi' on a cool February day, open- mouthed freshmen experienced thrill after thrill of discovery. We listened enraptured to the friendly talks of our pilot, Monsignor Hickey. Xve thor- oughly enjoyed our first port of call, Washington, D. C. But work is work, and our first exams had to be passed before the vacation arrived. Back again, we converted our speedy clipper ship into a showboat, preparing for November a springtime bouquet, the operetta Tulip Timew. Christmas slipped by, sending us into our second retreat. We made another stop in Washington. Then it was time to drydock the HStudy'i to the 'tune of Kathleen Boyle's mandolin. With ship and crew ready to continue the voyage, we began to show promise in music, sports and studies. Our second operetta, HSeven Chancesw, brought Jane Holland, Henrietta McDermott, Anne Marino, and Margaret Thomas into the spotlight. Almost too quickly we found ourselves trying to be worthy of upper deck positions. As juniors we had to construct new cabins for two new activities: the St'udent Council, and, with Mary Crean and Henrietta McDermott on the staff, helped start our ship's new log, MThe Angelusn. That fall we practiced our hardest to make i'Sweethearts,' a success, utilizing ,lane's talent in the leading feminine part. Amidst general applause, we shoved off from our Academy of Music dock toward Christmas and our senior year. ln January we lost our beloved captain, Sister Agnes Regina. Though greatly saddened, we sailed on, following her counsels and advice. We dropped anchor soon at the St. George where several girls acted as models in a fashion show. Later, to aid the crewis struggling press experts, we held a tea dance. MAH aboardlw rang out with joyful fervor in the fall as we greeted our new captain, Sister Flora Eugene. Belying the title 44Serious Seniorsfi we laughed our way through HEileen.'i Again lane starred, this time in the title role. Henrietta had progressed to master of uThe Angelusfi while Doris Wixted carried the heavy responsibility of the presidency of the Student Council. All hands worked with 11lCI'63.SCd vigor, for first mate Florence Moran reported that the uStudy was on the last lap of its four year voyage, and we looked forward eagerly to a safe haven in the harbor of Graduation. At Christmas we presented HThe Journey of the Three Kingsf' a play which discovered unexpected acting in Eunice McGonigle and Catherine McCue. One last obstacle, the dangerous Regents, Shoals, overcome! After hard work on the HVeritas', by Claire Lian and Margaret Crabtree and earnest labor on the Prom Committee by Betty Dennen and Rita Poggi, we received our diplomas, the discharge papers of the voyage. EITHNE COLGAN. -...,gt441.j3q...-

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Class Prophecy - Ianuary THE TIME: A Saturday in March, l950. 'THE PLACE: A prominent New York Hotel. THE EVENT: Card Party of St. Angela Auxiliary. THE CHARACTERS: Fifteen members of the February class of l9-LO. Enter: Eithne Colgan and Mary Crean. EITI-INEZ So England did really live up to all your expectations, Alex! MARY: Of course, it did. From what l hear a political career hasnit disappointed you either. Look who's here, Margaret Crabtree! NIARGARET CRABTREE: l just Canlt wait till l tell you about my Connecticut home. lt is fifty miles from New York City and ..... KATHLEEN BOYLE: Say, how about letting up a little and greeting an old friend? EITI-INEC Ah! Here's the competent business woman! KATHLEEN: We private secretaries . . . But here comes our newly-wed Jane. JANE: Kay will be up in a minute. She just had to p'hone to find how her house- hold is getting on without her. KAY: The children are not even missing me. Enter: Ann Marino, Margaret Thomas, and Henrietta McDermott. ANN: l can only stay a little while, for this is a busy time at my beauty salon. MARGIE: Oh, do forget about it for a day! You and Etta talk about business all the time. HENRIETTA: l won't say a word about my new book if you promise not to mention your darling class. Why, here come Doris and Claire! DORIS: You'll all have to take tickets for my charity hall, it' is going to be quite the affair. CLAIRE: l donat know how you do it all, Doris. My home takes up most all my time. Enter flaurgltingj: Rita Poggi and Florence Moran. RITA: Remembering the good old days back at S.A.H.? Florence certainly picked a career as a globe-trotter. Are you trying to prove the earth is round, Florence? FLORENCE: Same old Rita. Well, you haven't such a hard life in real estate. EUNICE MCGONIGLE: Surprised?l Well, I'm just letting Altmanls run for a day without me. ' BETTY: Am I late? Oh well, l just didnit want to break my tradition. Now l hope this luncheon is well balanced: else it would be against my principles as a dietitician. HENRIETTA MCDERMOTT. -..g5t4.6j2g,.-