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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delighted with their twin seats -although Jane Redmond remained complete- ly forgotten in an isolated part of the room. Through all hardships, overcoming all obstacles, we gained entrance to the Senior room. Ah! Seniors at last-with Senior hats, Senior rings and special Senior privi- leges to make it a certainty. We also acquired, under the guidance of our two Senior teachers, a new and easy Senior Dignityf' For all of us, our last year has been the happiest and most eventful. The pranks we played, the subjects we studied, the friendships we formed were best of all. Four years of school life in Saint Barnabas have resulted in the formation of lasting friendships, like those of Alice Fitzsimmons and Marie Breheny-that inseparable pair, of Joan Daly and Therese Moran, our Class Joysvg and of Bernice Cipriani and Virginia Lane. At last we had our very own Tea Dance and Senior Prom, and were the honor- ablesi' at the Junior-Senior Luncheon. We shall always remember our last year for many things-for the ardent devotion Dorothy Emanuel showered upon Frank Sinatra, that Catherine Meehan lavished upon Bing Crosbyg for the laughs with which Lucille Friedly provided us, when she slowly rose from some raptur- ous dream to answer Sister's questions. As the day of graduation draws slowly nearer, our history becomes almost complete. Our separation in June will leave us with warm and tender memories of the girls, the school, the Sisters that we have learned to love so well. But there is one link that is yet missing from the strong chain of daily occurrences that have bound our lives so closely together. Only when we, the class of nine- teen hundred forty-five, after seeking and Hnding our different paths in life, meet once again in the court of Heaven will our class be complete. For then, with Christ as our Eternal Teacher, we shall be reunited-forever! HELEN KENNEY, HELEN O,SHEA. 117