St Josephs College - Argus Yearbook (Emmitsburg, MD)

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GILBERT L. ODDO, PH.D. E conomics Always a bow tie and an infinite fund of jokes. INA B. REYNOLDS, R.N., M.A. IN P.H.N. Nursing REVEREND GILES STAAB, O.F.M. CAR, PH.D. CECELIA TERESA GORMAN, B.A. Lecturer in Ethics Secretarial Science 0 cam LLU Fre uent tri 3 rom Vincent to Verdier q P HELEN NEIGHBORS CLAYPOOL, BS. Home Economics Ever generous in giving of her time to students JAMES DEEGAN, BS. Secretarial Science Seriousness with sudden smiles memoriam ANNA MARION CHERRINGTON, M.ED. Home Economics Died August 8, 1956 Requiescat in pace !

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ADOLPH M. WASILIFSKY, PH.D. English ;The girl who sat where you are now, Miss . . . ,, M. LUCIE FITZPATRICK, MA. Spanish c:OuW lady with a depth of patience and understanding MARGARET WASILIFSKY,M.A. , ' I I , C : WILLIAM A. OSBORNE, PH.D. English x L . ' History Four 09clock snacks for ' Horn rims, deep thinking, and a inspiration . . , - swingback chair DR. GEORGE SCHOCKET, M.D., M.P.H. Lecturer in Public Health Administration RUTH MACDONALD DILLON, BS. Home Economics . . ' ' V , 0 cam us Home demonstratzons m the , - , J? P j classroom ELLA J0 CHMIEL, MA. Guidance and Placement Soft spoken words for career women JOHN W.R1CHARDS,PH.D. M athematics Biquadratics. basketball, and birds

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gULL growth at last attained! Four years9 seasons have nurtured the new young life planted in this Valley7s soil. Hesitatingly at first, but later with eager confidence, we submerged our roots into the dear soil of life, drinking deep of its springs. Gladly did we feast on all which promised to speed us to our heart,s desire. Now at last we have reached fruition, radiating holy joy as in an echo of that same joy which permeates the whole of nature. On every side we see the signs of natureis glad rejoicing. The vibrant trees lift their branching arms for the sheer joy of living under the blessings of a soul-expanding sun. The murmur of the soft wind as it wends its way through the green leaves of the summer or the jeweled shades of autumn sings hymns of praise to its Creator. All the growing things of earth, the trees, the shrubs, the blades of grass, effuse an exultation that we are helpless to resist. Orientating ourselves with the Psalmist, we raise in our soul the eternal cry, aShout With joy to God all ye lands, sing the glory of his name, render high praise unto Him? We were as spring when we first journeyed here, young and tender, with only a faint promise of what we one day could be. That spring is now our past Which we have dropped as a garment lately outgrown. Now we stand, hardly restraining our ardent desire to stride into the future to make it our own. We have come to summer now, no longer new life, though still young, but life that matches Godas maturing design.