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

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SENIOR TABLEAU: OUR LADY OF VOCAUONS Jonerh Tracy, Mary Fraser, June Bevin, Donald Donohue SENIOR TABLEAU: LIFE'S GIFT SHOP Mae O'Brien, Alice Boyle, Kathryn Driscoll, Peggy McGuire, Joan Dillon, Grace De Stefano, Mary Fraser, Eileen Conefrey, Antoinette Dioguarcli.

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lune Class History In fbc looking glass I sm- Rcflecfiozz looking back af me. UR history here at St. Angela could be a series of double-double mirrors which reflect and reflect and go on indefinitely. Because for us, the class of June 1942, the image will always be there, going on and ong St. Angela will aways be part of us. We claimed no distinctions as a Freshman Class. We were as green as anyoneg 'way back in 1938-9. We, too, gazed in awe at the smooth Seniors who gave us sudh a rollicking welcome at our Freshmen Tea. Perhaps when Sweethearts come in the Fall, our reflection in the mirror was a little clearer, for Connie and Jeanne had Qsurprisinglyj leads in the operetta. And so, after Christmas we become educated freshmen. We knew how to tell whether or not the auditorium floor was slippery enough to, slide on, and which bag of potato chips was biggest in the Cafeteria! We studied hard that year, we took the Honor Roll as a matter of course Qlittle did we knowj . Then suddenly we were Sophomores. That year the mirror reflected the intricacies of French and of Geometry, and of lipstick and of higher heels. The operetta Eileen carried us back to dear old Erin. We'll always remember the class dinner at the Granada, between performances, and what fun we had trying to be quiet backstage. We taught Sunday School fon Wednesdayj, Grace and Marie began to show their prowess on the basketball courtg and we ruined our best silk stockings at Hockey in the Park that Spring. We still can't decide whether we had more fun in Washington or in Annapolis. We sang Unfold, Unfold, Unfold' at Commencement, but we don't know the melody yet! We came back in September of Junior Year humming This Low' of Mine and vowing we Could conga. We realized We were upper-floormen as well as upper-classmen then, and we climbed the extra steps happily. We nearly blew up the school with our experi- ments in air-pressure. Katherine and Ioneth, and Peg became lively basketball players, and June was an Indian at the games. We had fun at the Autumn Tea Dance, and Christmas parties near and far. The Winter flew 'byg Holy Week brought our retreat under the direction of Father Murphy. Spring brought lunches outdoors, the Prep outing, and the lovely May crowning. How the mirror sparkled when we won Intermurals! And so exams, Com- mencement once again, and gay farewells until the Fall. Could this be us, at long last, Seniors? Well, yes, it was! And the year we cherished most seemed to go by more quickly than all other three together. First there was our Thanksgiving Tea Dance, a startling success despite several black prophecies, then the Bishop's Dinner of the Doctor White Memorial in November. Chemistry, Intermediate, and Vergil had ways of annoying us but, like true Seniors, we tried not to mind. When February came the S. A. H. mirror reflected us sitting in the first row in the Auditorium, wearing our rings oh, so, proudly, and worrying over the Freshmen Tea which we were giving. Elmer and Lifcfs Gift Shop kept us busy with props and paints, and we were just twenty Born Actresses, that's all. Helen then became Student Council head, and Mary our class president. Easter arrived too quickly, our last Retreat under Father Finbar O'Meara, C.P., left us very thoughtful and rather sad. But hurry, hurry, hurry, time is so short. Angelus, Veritas, pictures, Commence- ment, the Prom-ah, it happens so quickly. Everything turnbles one upon another. until we strain our eyes to gaze deeper into the mirror's multiplied reflections. The images have endedg they are memories now. All has goneg our four years have passed, and we must say Goodbye. JEANNE ALv1No.

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lune Class Prophet 19S2 the banner read. Spend your vacation in New York, the wonder city, and see the World's Pair. I remember the Fair of I-lll when I was in St. Angela Hall Academy, and I wondered as I strolled down the avenue toward the Lagoon of Nations, which now was a more glorious sight after years of war and hard earned peace, if I would see any of my class- mates again. Much to my surprise, I saw Helen Mclsaughlin, Mary Eraser and June Bcrin leaving the Luzette . Helen greeted me with the amazing news that she had just been appointed dean of Blackwell's School for Girls. June, looking smart and chic, announced that she was soon leaving for Hollywood to design the clothes for Constance Bicks, who was starring in Jeanne Olvino's famous novel Above All Thisf' Then Mary Fraser left us, for she was flying to Cuba with valuable reports of the Acme Rubber Company. As she put it, I have a million things to do.', At the professional building we stopped to see the latest advances in social science. In a lecture room we were overjoyed to hear a recording of Mary McGann,s discussion of social science, Mary herself was touring the country. Just entering the Medical Center was Kathyrn Driscoll with her husband, a famous specialist, and his assistant Eleanor Bischoff. Eleanor had been proclaimed the typical nurse of the year. Only when we were seated at the Polish Restaurant did we realize that Martha Baxter and Alice Boyle were trying to signal us from the across the room. Martha has definitely taken the place of John Whitcioinb as our favorite illustrator. Her clever drawings look out at you from magazines and newspapers. Alice, we learned, was a very popular member of the young married set. She invited us all to a dance she was giving. Our next stop was the Red Cross Building where Peggy McGuire and Eileen Conefrey, society women prominent in charitable work, greeted us from behind a display of medical supplies. Near the entrance to the Boston Building we were attracted by a picture of a lonely, dark-haired girl and a distinguished-looking man. Going closer we found that the girl was our own Eleanor White, now happily married to the mayor of her beloved Boston. Passing down the avenue we came to the Cosmetic Building, and being women, we entered. Holding the most impressive position in the building was the demonstration of the cosmetics of Mae O'Brien. Admiring a display of powder were Joan Dillon and Antoinette Gioguardi. Antoinette looking very smart, told of her coming marriage to a famous actor, and Joan amused us with her exciting experiences as a kindergarten teacher in 21 small town. Hello! Hellolv someone called. janet Riley and Joneth Tracy were trying to attract our attention. Joneth was sporting one of her own smartly designed hats definitely looking like Paris. Witliout delay janet lead us to the model houses and showed us one which she was responsible for decorating. No wonder she was a success. The house was beautiful. However, much to our dismay, time seemed to have flown, and finally we realized that we had to part company. The famous proverb 'iparting is such sweet sorrow would have fitted our sad little group for with many promises to get together again and a few more lingering good-byes we went our separate ways. GRACE DE STEFANO, MARIE ANN KELLY.