St Clare High School - Je Me Souviens Yearbook (Woonsocket, RI)

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TALKING TO ONE'S SELF Says JEANNINE GRENON, '49 MARGUERITE LEPOUTRE, '52, ...The snow, the snow, the sparkling snow Is drifting down from clouds of grayg Like shining gifts the flakes are borne To cheer us on our way. Says MYRTLE TREPANIER, 'SO . . . The lovely clouds go sailing by Oh, how they float on through the sky! I'd like to know what makes them stay Up in the Stratosphere that way. I'l1 know . . . some day. Says ALMA ETHIER, '49 . . . I think of years gone by With thrills and blues, With joy and sniffles. I am a graduate . . . How I shall miss you all! In June I will leave you Who made my high school years The best that could have been. I'm at a loss of words to say How much I thank you all. Says PAULETTE BELHUMEER, '49 . . . QAbout her teacherj . . . Myriads of little stars Danced in her eyes, When she had scanned With little sighs My first attempt at poetry. Amonj O mon Jesus, quand chaque jour Tu viens a moi avec tendresse, Garde-moi bien dans ton amour, Afin que je t'aime sans cesse. THC onte Un soir, au clair de lune, Un enfant au coeur pur, Adressait une priere A Jesus, notre Frere. Et voici ce qu'il disait: O Jesus, oui je sais Que vous etes l'Enfant Dieu. Vous naquites dans un lieu D'une misere absolue, Car en cherchant par les rues, Marie votre bonne Mere, Et Joseph, votre Pere, Ne trouverent rien de mieux, Pour le grand Roi des Cieux Venu pour nous sauver. Says PAULETTE BELHUMEUR, '49 There used to be a haunted house Where once I lived, so long ago, With all its dark and dreary walls, It used to frighten people so . . . One day I had made up my mind To venture in and peak around. The cobwebs hung about the house And there was something else I found. I heard a cry that frightened me. I trembled, shook, and shivered. Oh! I turned around in time to see The ghost that frightened people so. The ghost had fur and whiskers short. It had a tail quite long and fat. So, I had met the gruesome ghost That simply was a harmless cat. esus du matin. Sois mon appui consolateur Dans les luttes, je t'en supplies, Enseigne-moi le vrai bonheur Que l'on goute en Toi, Pain de Vie!

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HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT IT? One sunny day in january, I crossed the corridor next to the library. I experi- enced such a queer feeling. I can't de- scribe it. I was lonely for the four dear years spent here. I was already lonely for dear St. Clareis. Everything about it seemed so wonderful and grand. PAULINE Y. VALOIS, 49 During four years we have shared our joys and problems. Now, each of the sixty Forty-Niners will go her way, along the path of her vocation. But in years to come, we shall remember that the best part of our life Was spent as the Forty- Niners at St. Clare's. PAULINE J. LEHOUX, '49 Farewell, dear classrooms where we spent joyful hoursg farewell, relished books that have been our delightg fare- well, cherished friends who have shared our young dreams, farewell, beloved teachers who have loved and helped us. RITA M. BISSONNETTE, '49 The winter of 1948 was a White one. The trees in the convent yard were bowed down with glittering icicles. With every breeze the ice-bound branches flashed and psarkled in the sun like so many diamonds. Surely, no one can for- get the splendor and beauty of those win- ter days. M. LOUISE MONK, '49 +++++-! I'+++++++ THE LIBRARY Upon hearing those 2:30 Silver Trumpets Calling to mark the day's end, the halls resound with Three Rousing Cheers. Many of us, With a Merry Heart find ourselves Riding Highn towards the library. As we set our Best Foot Forward into the House of Hospitalityf, we embark on a Whisper Flight with Great Expecta- tions of chancing upon a book such as 'lStephie's Sweet. Oftentimes, we come across a Leader of Destiny which inspires us to search for the Keys of the Kingdom. Ambition's Contest is promoted as we travel to many Places and even To the End of the World. Our Mint 'By Night has been Winning Out through the years until it has reached the height of the Seven Storey Mountain. And Now Tomorrow we set out on Tangled Pathsi' until we meet again at the Road's End. M. FRANCOISE TAssE, '49 DENYSE Y. ST. GERMAIN, '49