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

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ROSEMARIE ANN SCHWERMAN Winsomeness spiced with spontane- ous gaiety . . . dainty. . . melting brown eyes . . . we remain constantly amazed at her mathematical ability . , . enjoys going out . . . shy . . . little girl giggle . . . so very devoted to her brother . . . soft voice . . . talks as if she were telling you a secret . . . sincere . . .in a constant state of amusement. . . musician . . . the Perfect Lady. FLORENCE FRANCIS WASELL Completely natural . . . wisdom and laughter . . . base in the quartette from Rigoletfo . . . sugar coated peanuts . . . understood Geometry . . . owner of the all-perfect police dog, named for the all-perfect Dodgers . , . pointless jokes . . . all the words to Casey at the Bat . . . always lost on subways . . . can't spell . . . pro-hamburgers anti-mushrooms . . . one Quiz Kid that is more at home on a baseball diamond than in a class- room.

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KATHRYN PATRICIA HURLEY Lazy laugh . . . wide-eyed . . . a one-girl Tommy Ryan Club . . . tone deaf, she is always singing . . . couldn't be mean if she tried, and she never has . . . deep voice . . . thoughtful . . . a new hair-do every day . . . self- assured . . . unpredictable . . . an un- beatable record as a movie goer . . . cute hats . . . unostentatious . . . the little girl who will never grow up, thank Heavens. MARIE THERESE MANDRY A breezy entrance . . . good will . . . her brother's jackets . . . sport clothes . . . happy-go-luckyv . . . early riser to ring the bell at ten to nine . . . That immortal: Oh my money is in my coat, downstairs . . . very black hair . . . very blue eyes . . . half laugh, half joy- ful giggle . . . patting her self or some- body else on the back . . . unconquered on the basketball court . . . An athlete, with a disarming manner.

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lanuar, Class Histor RTIE SHANV and his orchestra will now play thc hit song of 1938g you all remember Drej: PnrjJle?', As the voice of the radio announcer died away, the strains of the lovely tune filled the room, bringing with them a flood of happy memories. That was the year a group of frightened, shy freshmen filed into their first classroom in St. Angela. It was then that we made our new high-school friendships. The other thoughts followed in a rush . . . basketball . . . the recitals . . . our first tea dance . . . the operetta Sweethearts,' . . . crushes on the seniors . . . saddle shoes that grew dirtier for four years. The program was interrupted by a commercial, followed by the ever popular Begin the Begnine! That was. the song we danced to down in the gym when we were sophomores. Perhaps the most vivid recollections of that year are similar polygons and Caesar's reports on the situation at the front. ' In the vague and hazy background we discover . . . melodies from Q'Eileen . . . flowers in our hair.. .Dutch shoes . . . that superior feeling toward the new freshmen. Someone turned the dial. Was that Frank Sinatra singing the first words of the unforgettable I'll Never Smile Again? A key turned in the crammed memory drawer labeled Ljunior Year. We haven't forgotten. . . mahogany lipstick. . . the new stream- lined cafeteria...the thrill of having class on the second floor...movies for the Propagation . . . the mite box . . . the experiment that blew upl' in Chem lab . . . the rule of making two cancer pads for every minute we were late . . . our wonder why Cicero talked so much. ' The pause for station identification was followed by Freddy Martin's arrangement of our favorite Concerto. This was our graduation march, and as we walked down the aisle all the fun and gaiety of our senior year passed in review. Remember The T'l'l7lZ77Zi7Z,5 on the Rosary . . . our last tea dance . . .Casey at the Bat . . . pigtails, bangs and feather cuts . . . the Christmas play. . . Sloppy Joe sweaters . . . ping pong during the lunch hour . . . the conga and rhumba . . . moccasins replacing saddle shoes . . . the Religion mark book...December 7 .... Regents week? One side of our mirror reflects four very wonderful years, while the polished surface of the other side symbolizes our hopes for a bright future. PP Clear and Cool The sky was clear again, Anti over towarrl the east a rainbow was springing. The air was soft and eool. A hira' was singing. There were pzifirlles on the gronnil . . I love rain, he sairl, Inst for the things it hrings: Softness and coolness, a how in the sky- The ZJVO'111iSC' of better things. After the sound of the winri ana' the rain The song of a hira' is sweet, Anti the shivnnzering paddles along the way Maize Heaven beneath my fec'i!,' MARY SCHMUCK. MARY ELIZABETH PIGOTT.