St Catharines Academy - Mercian Yearbook (New York, NY)

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GRADUATIO On Sunday, May 24, The class of l953, passed Through The portals of St. Catherine's Academy for the last time. For on that day they received their hard-worked-for diplomas. They were no longer proud students of our beloved academy, but had ioined, as did so many others, the cherished alumnae. At the realization that our high school days were over, a Tiny tear could be seen sliding down each cheek. Each mind was lost in reminiscence and futurity. Yes, these years were surely the happiest of our lives. A prayer of thanks was whispered by each and every girl, for without the Trust and understanding guidance of the Sisters of Mercy we could never have completed this long, hard climb. Many unforgettable but eventful occasions were experienced dur- ing the course of development. Now those cherished memories were behind, but all were looking forward to an even more eventful future. Vocations to almost every field in life were now at the starting point. Strength, character, willpower, perseverance, and devotion would be necessary to help them attain their goals. Each young graduate marched forward with her eyes on the future, and no matter what that future held each girl knew that The loving and protective eyes of the Virgin Mother Mary would be always upon her. We know St. Catharine's Academy will be proud of the class of 53 , and, we as graduates are proud of our academy. As we look back and remember each,and every day, all we seem to be able to say is Thank you. 65

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THE GOLD, THE WHITE, THE BLUE CHORUS St. Catherine's high we sing your praise While our voices rend the sky! We love each ideal that you have taught And we'll love them as years go by. We pledge our allegiance evermore With a love that grows each day, The theme of our song we'd fain prolong, Our own dear S.C.A. Our Alma Mater, cherished, dear, Where standards high are raised, Where we learn each morn with a love new-born Of God's eternal ways. We'll stand ever firm to our Faith Divine, To our colors always true, For all that they mean, we'll strive and dream- The Gold, The White, The Blue! As years grow apace, Alma Mater, dear, We'll learn from days of yore, That lite with its ioys and days of strife But leads to heavenly shore. God's love shining gold midst a life all-pure, With a courage, loyal, true, Our steps will not lag, as we follow our flag- The Gold, The White, The Blue! 66