St Josephs College - Footprints Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Anne Marie Corrao, Erasmus High School: Anne has displayed during her whole three and a half years at the college the same driving energy and force that distin- guished her when she first entered. That on occasion this energy is unfortunately di- rected upon a test tube or a bottle of hydrochloric acid, her many wounds borne in the interests of science testify. The fantastic and slightly ambiguous posters about the school give notice that the President of the Science Club is about to conduct one of her famous experiments. HoRTENSE Elizabeth DiGeronimo, Abraham Lincoln High School: It is strange to find one of the DiGeronimos minus the other and so of course Hortense served on the Reception to High School Seniors in her third year. She is gifted with a fine voice that we almost expect from one of such rare beauty. Hortense is not terribly concerned with what people think, she speaks without malice, laughs readily and moves with perfect control and perfect freedom. Josephine T. DiGeronimo, Flatbush High School: Josephine conducts herself with a charm and a quiet dignity that must leave a lasting impression on those who have known her. This good bearing has been displayed in her work on the Committee for High School Seniors (see above) and in her attendance as a member of Social Service and Dramatics. Always just below the surface, her voice hints of a silver laughter and a silver secret which she has not made known to us. Loretta Dittenhoefer, Bishop McDonnell Memorial High School: Fritz Kriesler has nothing on Loret whose nimble fingers have made the violin sing for us on more than one occasion. She has another musical gift in the tinkling laugh that re-echoes through these quiet halls of learning. Loretta has earned for herself a unique person- ality as the one woman in our midst who can start a pair of mittens (size 9) and actually complete them. Somehow it is always a start for us to remember that Loretta is actually a math major — she simply doesn ' t look the type. 19

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Anne Marii; Corrao HoRTENSE Elizabeth DiCjEROnimo Josephine T. DiGeronimo LORETTA DiTTENHOEFER i8

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Grace Therese Dooling, Malverne High School: Grace has moved among us quietly yet we have been conscious of and happy in her presence. As President of the music appreciation group, Libretto, Grace has shared her enjoyment for fine music among the members of her circle and has carefully directed and guided their choice. She has a fund of amazing stories to relate about her famous dog that has become practically a town institution. Contrary to her own opinion, she is a good scholar and a really good person. Ruth Marie Dougherty, St. Angela Hall : She is a small whirlwind of energy. Her heart ' s desire is nursing, probably the care of children who are in some manner defec- tive. There is no middle way for Ruth. She blows both hot and cold, but never luke- warm. She is whole-hearted in her friendships, truly a giver. There is almost an in- tolerance in her scorn of anything untrue in herself or others, in apple-polishing and all the petty little faults that come below her ideal. First as Vice-President of the Social Service Club, and then as its President, she has been interested and efficient, always a wise and steady leader. Dorothy Elizabeth Dunn, St. Francis Xavier Academy: Big, black eyes peering over the sheets of music. Dotty is as sincerely in Glee Club as she is in everything else she undertakes. Even her closest friends admit they ' ve never seen her lose her temper, which as we all know, is almost a miraculous feat in itself. She is neat without being precise, generous with her time and completely loyal to her allegiance. Her evenness of disposition belies her true femininity — the two are a rare combination. Frances Veronica Dwyer, Bishop McDonnell Memorial: Here are the coolness of thin silver ; and tremulous silences ; and rare words, more intense and precious when they come. Here is the quietness of one strung tight : her music is high and strange and sweet. Frances is shy and elusive, she walks with quick, light feet and makes no sound. We listen for her steps in the stillness; we listen for her voice and she does not speak. We see her at last only imperfectly — in sudden clear if distant silhouette, etched for a moment against the moon. We comprehend her not at all.