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

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Veni, I idi, ici Veni - It has been such a short time since I came, and yet so much has happened. Each one of us has felt a changeg a change which has been slow but complete. Verri - Why did I come to this high school? I didnit come here because the State law compelled me to go to school. I came here because I was after something- .soniething that is more import'ant than learning 'how to add two and two. I came to obtain some cultural background, without which no girl can ever become a success. These past four years have been my training years. I have learned that people going into the world, especially young women, can accomplish nothing unless they have attained a certain poise, dignity, and learning. Verii - I came, because here I was t'o be taught Religion, the backbone of all education. Living in an environment that is truth would build my character and make me learn to care for my most precious possession-my immortal soul. Vifli - During our stay at Saint Angela Hall, I saw many things. I saw the generosity of the teachers in their tireless efforts so that we might grow into a habit of culture. I saw myself being transformed from an irresponsible child int'o a young woman who has learned not merely what is good, not merely what is better, but what is best, best in the eyes of cultured people, best in the eyes of God. Vici - Yes, I came and I saw, but to say that I have conquered would be a huge overstatement. In high school I can only learn the fundamentals of these things. The seeds are merely planted here, they will take an entire lifetime to grow. Yes, I came and I saw, and I hope in a very short time I can say, HI conquered. RITA MCGOLDRICK. VERITAS Truth crushed to earth shall rise again- The eternal years of God are hers, But Error, woundeci, writhes in pain And dies among his worshippers. -WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. -...gf4gt,3,.-

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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.-

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and everywhere Al Arlhufs ordinance, tipt with lessening peak And pinnacle, and had made it Spire to heaven. -TENNYSON. Other Classes l'