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

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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,.-

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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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Class Prophecy-Iune S I sat in 1ny comfortable chair, gazing into the embers of a once blazing fire, I thought back on my high school days. Ten years had passed, but their memory was still warm. With a half stifled sigh I switched on the radio and was rewarded with rich st'rains of music. It was Peggy Cabrielfs 'fAll Girl Orchestraw. I felt a thrill of pride as I recognized in the television reflector Estelle Leone, the vocalist, and Julietta Saver, the harpist. The lovely melody was abruptly interrupted when Rita McGoldrick, radio official, came before the microphone to announce a serious disaster. The storm center of a hurricane had struck the end of Long Island, endangering the lives of thousands. The famous aviatrix, Eileen Mafera, and her co-pilot, Peggy Carlin, were flying to the scene of trouble with medicinal aid, among their passengers were Doctor Catherine Kempf, Feature Editor Inez Amrein, former war correspondent for the New York Times, Nurses Katherine Cooney and Agatha Stamm, well-known Red' Cross workers, and Sisters Mary Crowley and Mary Clark. Arline Byrne and Margaret Infantino, stylist' and artist respectively, were taking' the Atlantic Clipper from Paris to offer their services. Several New York society matrons under the leadership of Betty O'Brien, Genevieve Faure, and Kathryn Heslin had organized a fund for the relief of the unfortunate Long Islanders. Eileen Healy, New York's favorite dancing daughter, was giving a special benefit performance, while Dolly Dwyer, glamorous Hollywood star, was contributing one monthis salary. The commentator paused briefly here, then shouted: uFlashEthe former Mary Rose McCarthy, wife of the Governor of New York, is believed to be marooned on the roof of her country house which was swept out to sea. With her is the Governoris confidential secretary, Katherine McDonald.7' The first t'wo women senators, Rita Kaicher and Anita Dietrig, then asked financial aid for the victims of the storm. I thought of other friends on Long Island. Mary O,Neill! - No, she was safe- on a concert tour. Sudden terror gripped my heart as I remembered the school run jointly by Reeta Glamkowski, physical training instructor, and Marion Brown, dramatic art teacher. The voice of the announcer filled me with profound relief and gratitude whenq he reported that the storm had abated and all were safe. He then informed us that Grace Gioe, world-renounced novelist and twice winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, was starting a novel with hurricane as its background. With a glow of satisfaction at the prowess of my former classmates, I relaxed my tense position and sat back in my chair-willing to watch the embers die, grow cold, and turn to ashes. JOAN McDoNoUcH. -.cgSi4,7fE9s.-