St Anthony High School - Antonia Yearbook (New Bedford, MA)

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. s 9 4 O O'O' 'lf .24 page Lam my ibiary . . . February Z9 1948 Much to the disappointment of the Senior Class, February 29th, the day set aside to visit Boston and attend a performance of Pilate's Daughter was spoiled by rain and snow. Despite the bad weather, thirty-two elated students accompanied by Father Boisvert were ready and waiting at twelve sharp, on o 4 9 0 O F 'OO' O. nnrqorx 5 F ,o:o 9,9 ff' ov: 0: 9 .4 1 3 .Q Q1 ss Q 5 .5 Q1 n ,Q V N Q0 I . I . 5:0 O the corner of Bullard and the Boulevard, to board a chartered bus for their destination. For the first few miles, Father attempted to read his breviaryp however, he soon put it away, unable to resist enjoying the exiemporaneous entertain- ment provided by a few good sports. Cecilia Mattos started the ball rolling by singing the most suitable Cecilia Next, Priscilla Hose sang her well-known version of Hugging and a-Chalkingf' Much to everyone's amazement, Doris Dube then serenaded the bus driver with Embraceable You. fHe kept his eyes on the roadll Laurette Nolan provided a wonderful imitation of Al Iolson with her picturesque Mammy and California, Here I Come. No show could have been complete unless Vivian Michaud gave her rendition of Vio-vio-vio-Lin, . . . need I say more? The time flew so rapidly amid the singing and the joking, that the first thing we knew Franklin Park came into view. What fond memories! And before we could say lack Robinson, why Roxbury Mission Church loomed in front of us. On entering the vast church, we gasped at the beauty of a shrine to Our Mother of Perpetual Help. Here, numerous crutches on display testify to the miraculous character of the shrine. Unable to linger in church any longer, the group proceded to St. Alphonsus Hall. Usherettes costumed in black and white ballerina dresses graciously led us to our places in the fifth, sixth and seventh rows. Within a few moments, the purple velvet curtain was raised and at last we were witnessing New England's famous Passion Play. The miracles apparently performed before our very eyes left us glued to the chairs. Claudia, Pilate's daughter, has in her possession a miraculous rose which touched the robe of Our Lord on his march to Calvary. At different intervals, a dead child is resurrected, l..eah's arm crippled, a spring of water made to flow from the rocky walls of a prison, a luminous cross appears in this same wall, a statue of Iupiter crumbles, and Leah's sanity is brought back, all because of the mysterious powers of Claudia's mystic rose. The scene that left the most vivid and most enduring impression on the group came at the end of the first act. With perfect timing, the lights went out, the music was intensified thunder crashed, lightning flashed across the stage and the Crucifixion scene appeared. Christ's figure was the personification of agony and resignation Slowly, the light got dimmer and dimmer until all that remained visible was His Divine Facel This created in our souls a spirit of reverence and brought about a most ardent love of our Saviour. Awed by such happenings, we did not notice the time flying. Five o'clock and the final drop of the curtain warned us that time to leave had come. By this time we were famished, and when the bus stopped at the foot of the Blue Hills in front of a Howard Iohnson, we gave a yell of delight. A most delicious supper was eaten wholeheartedly and positively appreciated, we had waited so long for itl boarded the bus and again sang, and joked, and laughed. Somehow, we felt that we had spent one of the most enjoyable days of our life and wished that such red letter events would repeat themselves weekly. And suddenly to our dismay, we found ourselves home! Lucille Pimentle '48 Sooooooootvv' ,W o'o'o'o's'o'0'o'o I sl - - ' ' nf f ?o' K4 ' 91 i . . :Ie Then, happy as larks and without a care in the world, we once more ::+ . ' i Fi ' -'if 66 .2........f'Zs