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

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THE ANGELUS STAFF Erlitor-in-Chief . Asszfsmnt Editors . . Alumnae . . Sports . Exchange . . . Business Managers . Circulation Managers A rt . gf .T-lenrietta McDermott VMargaret Thomas Catherine Kempf . 4 Mae Gaito Margaret Crabtree Margaret Jokiel .Joan McDonough .Mary Jo Freese .Mary Crean .Eithne Colgan S Catherine McCue lRita McGoldrick . . . . . .Joan McDon -neg Catherine M. Kempf Rita Kaicller Eileen Mafera Margaret Jokiel Jeanne Keegan Mary Jo Freese Anne Dannemiller Reeta Clamkowski Gloria Laux Rita McGoldricli Mary O'Neill ough 5 SQ I fa N ' 4 ff, 111 7 .I K 5 KM. NNN- rf. I Q I-yr 1 U' I v gi CKOOL

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i HOCKEY VARSITY First Row ileft to rightlz Mary O'Neill, Grace Gioe, Captain Doris Wixted, Agatha Slarnm Rita Kaicher. Second Riow: Anne Dwyer. Rita McGo1drick, Peggy Carlin, Jean Duffy Marion Brown. Third Row: Katherine McDonald, Rita Glamkowski, Genevieve Faure Kathryn Heslin, Eileen Mafera. GYMNASIUM -.,eSg65?39Q.-

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Angela Bids Farewell to Her Uniform OU know, Uniform, I've been thinking a great deal about you lately. For four years you've been with me, and I actually dislike the idea of leaving you now. Remember the first day I wore you? I was so proud to think I was finally wearing a high-school uniform. I even stood up as much as I could, because I didn7t want you to get wrinkled. And remember that Friday afternoon when I spilt green ink on your jacket? I felt like the last rose of summer because the colors clashed fiercely. Then I sent you to the cleaners. Wfere you surprised to find yourself so clean again? I know I was, for I never expected you to be the same. Then came the spring, and I packed you away in camphor balls. Was I glad to get rid of youl I hated to take you out again in the fall. I even made the excuse that you didn7t' fit me anymore-but it didn't work. Then came a little harder work in my Sophomore year. I guess you remember those days all right. My elbows almost came through you from leaning all over the desk trying to make myself look studious. That didnit work either, because when exams came, you knew as well as I how studious I really had been. My ,Iunior days came then-and careless ones t'hey were. No more worrying about those wrinkles. I didn't care that year how crinkled or creased you were. It was then that you were either pushed into my gym locker or left draping the Hoor. You grew quite disreputable, but I didn't mind a bit. At last a Senior! And what I didn't do to you! Your snaps were taken off, and a new zipper put in their place. Your hem was taken up at least four inches. Your shoulder straps were torn off and used in times of necessity as patches. Your lost belt was hunted up, and then your buckle. Itis a wonder you were still a uniform. And now the time has come to tuck you away for good. Not just' for the summer, not just to be cleaned--but' just because theyire over-all over-my high school days. So goodbye now-and-you know-I think I'll really miss you! AGATHA STAMM. --I ' .- -.s,ij4i6