St Barnabas High School - Immaculata Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Class History How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When memory plays an old tune on the heart. -Eliza Cook. CSCHERE were no trumpets flaring, bands playing or flags flying, there was cf nothing to distinguish it from ordinary days. But in our hearts it was a day that has long since been cherished, for We as Freshmen entered the portals of Saint Barnabas. From our hosts of memories we revive a few that made our first year out- standing. It was then that we were introduced to Algebra, General Science and those oral English ordeals on Friday afternoons. We unanimously elected Pat Tubridy as our favorite spokesman for her very realistic rendition of a Barker. As such, one of her main features was the remarkable existence of a hairless puppy. To substantiate her claims, she allowed us a sneak preview and dra- matically brought forth a frankfurter. A certain group of thirteen girls re- member those almost private Latin lessons, while the rest of us recall our Latin set to musicf, In the business class we were taught the correct manner in which to approach the business world. Remember Marie Ferguson in those one- act plays, portraying the ideal career girl ? Although initiations in general have a terrifying reputation, ours by the Seniors of '42 was lots of fun,-in fact, we don't know who enjoyed it more! Upon joining the Athletic Association we promptly began to make Athletic History. In this field we had such star per- formers as Mary Roth, Therese Moran, Virginia Huebbe, Grace McSherry and Mary Bruno. New to high school routine as we were, by the time summer had passed, and we returned to our desks again, we found ourselves wondering how Saint Barnabas had ever managed to get along without us. As Sophomores we met Caesar and practically fought the Gallic Wars single handed. Geometry, how- ever, proved to be our most perplexing subject. Bernice Cipriani distinguished herself as a profound orator in the I0ur1zal-American contests. We remember especially the exciting time we had on the A. A. boat ride and how we almost lost seven of our classmates. With Joan Kelly and Dot Thedinga in the lead, the girls,-Frances Banzhaf, Virginia Rodgers, Margie Cox, Joan Cruger and Dot Graham,-ventured too far into the depths of Indian Point and failed to hear the five o'clock whistle. At the last minute they came tumbling down the winding path, and out of breath, but they made the boat. Qlncidentally, they're still with us.Q With a pronounced Qif not correctj French accent, we gaily entered Junior year. It was during this time that social life in Saint Barnabas became most in- viting. We were privileged to attend the Senior's Tea Dance and Prom and the gala Junior-Senior Luncheon. Being of probing natures and scientific minds, we naturally took to Chemistry. Folded carefully away, are our acid-burned smocks,-tender reminders of those Friday Laboratory periods. Shorthand and typing occupied part of our school day. Eileen Garvin and Mary Stack were 115

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She Sfrenell Club Y NT'l'l1l'cli110lIS bien ajin que In eurrifre Que nous Jezfolzs fous jmreourir, Soil' un seufier inondci dc' lunziere Que lt' smfoir doif mms ojfrir .... S the melody continued I suddenly realized that this was a very impor- ' tant meeting of our French Club, alias Le Cercle Francais de Sainte Louise de Marillacf' Important because it was the last meeting of the season but more important still, it was the Hnal meeting for us, the graduates. I was at each meeting and no two were the same. Occasionally the girls would enact a little skit in French. Remember how we loved to sing the Mar- seillaise even though we knew many other songs. And the multitude of beau- tiful operas that we heard on records or sung by one of our classmates. Then the day Sister showed us slides of France. I don't think we'll ever forget the scenes that passed before our eyes. Now that I look back on these happy memories I realize how much we must have benefited from these gatherings. Our appreciation of fine music- our respect for the customs of another country can never be taken from us. May our future years be like a book of fondest memories, each page reviewing happy thoughts of the French Club and of Sister Mary Catherine, our patient teacher. . . . EIT fl'HZ'lliH6llIIl tous les jours sans reldebe, L,0ML l'c1gl' exf fait Lllfllllli In nuif Lv pfzresseux someillnni sur sa fdfbe. Ne sofzge pas nz: jour qui fuiff' PIERRETTE CARTIER.

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