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

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2-B CLASS The freshmen who entered St. Angela Hall in 1938 are now sophisticated sopho- moresg no more are they t'he timid naive maidens of those eventful days. Welve grown up. These are a few of our accomplishments to date. We have our share of brains and efficiency, witness: Helen McLaughlin, our busy class presidentg Connie Bicks, Grace de Stefano, Bobby Donovan, ,loan Dillon, and Marie Kelly-proud members of the varsity. Peg Maguire dances like a dream and tells us the latest Kay Kyser quips. Date etiquette we receive from Jan Reilly, Martha iwigglyl Baxter, and ,lune Berin, the belles of our class. Dorysan Kelly and Eleanor White amuse us with their original sallies, while Alice Boyle and Eileen Conefrey, ladies a la mode, keep us posted in the latest' styles in dress. Sincere and earnest are synonyms for Eleanor Bischoff. Mary McCann and ,leanne Alvino-what contradiction! . . . the Hrst, humorously dry, sober, and sweetg the second-pert, mirthful and blithe as the birds she signs of. Katherine Driscoll, a mischievous Cherub, always knows her history, just as Mary Fraser and Anne Cockerill uphold our class dignity and prestige. Now ,loneth's quite a bright young missg she fancies hats. JOAN DILLON. -..QE-g53?39s...

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3-A CLASS With our bags over our shoulders, we started out one day from St. Angela to get in eighteen holes of golf. 5'Midge Dietrig teed off, at t'he head of the class as always, with Florence Wasell close behind her. As I approached the third hole I saw Helen Owen looking very chic in her sports ensemble, and Eileen Toohill outwarbling the birds as she crossed the fairway. While trotting through the rough, l found Mary Pigott delight'ing in the unusual poses in which she had snapped her classmates and Anne Morrell looking with longing at the brook by the twelfth hole. On the fourteenth, Marie Calvaccals witty sallies were spoiling Marie Mandry's follow-through. Kay Hurley looked up with disgust from a sandtrap as Faith Boylanls ball winged over her head. The beauties of nature were distracting lVlary Schmuckls attention from the all important game on the sixteenth. As l holed out on the eighteenth there, l was applauded by a gallery consisting of Rosemarie Schwerman and Marie Allen who had missed the bus and had spent the greater part of the afternoon at the nineteenth hole. Weary but happy, we all started homeward after a very successful game. J EAN DUFFY. -'2eEl52l?2'-

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2-A CLASS Our Pilot is our Class Teacher who earnestly Watches over us and guards all from air-pockets, sorrows. The Steering Wheel is our President, Peggy Moran, ever leading and encouraging us on to add greater glory to the class. Our Instruments, dependable and ever true, are Marie Kothe, Gertrude Spellman, Joan Buck, and Anne Dannemiller. The Motors are Elaine De Coste, Elaine Datre, Georgia Sheppard, and Adelaide Griffin-unpredictable but a necessity. Those Passenger Cabins are our parents, hopeful, understanding and proud in our success winging across the clouds of studies to that momentous day in '43, That Tail, quite a gay thing and a true influence to guide our way, suggests our Barbara Maguire, Mary Anne Murphy and Joan Jennings. Our Rudders, helping to keep us on the straight and honest path, are Mary Alice Gleeson, Lorraine Lian, and Emmy Lu Daly. GLORIA K. ANNE LAUX. -..sgf54,tgat.-