St Mary of the Assumption High School - Assumpta Yearbook (Brookline, MA)

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Ord1nat1 SSUTUP 94 REV. WILLIAM RAPHAEL HARVEY St. Marylf High School 1933 Honor Student- outxtanding in oratory, dramaticx and journal- iem. Boeton Collegej Mount Saint Marye College, Maryland, A.B.,' Cum Laudef Phil- osophical Award. St. fohn'.r Seminary, Cam- arilla, California 1941. Ordained june 7, 19411 Firet Solemn Mau, june 15, 1941. REV. JOHN IGNATIUS FOLEY St. Marylr High School 1932 Honor Student- outetanding in muxic, dramatice, debating and journaliem. Bofton College, 1936,' Preeident of Mueical Clubj Vice-Prefident of Greek Acad- emy,' Secretary of Fulton Debating Societyj Member of Student Councilj Editorial Staff of Sub Turrig Sodaligf Advifory Boardj Sodality Panel Lecturerj Dante Academyj French Acad- emy. St. fohn'J Seminary, 1941.' Ordained May 1, 19411 Firet Solemn High Man, May 4, 1941 . Your dreamt of youth, your quext for Truth, Your treaeured hopee of yeeterday To requite Jin and footer love for Him, Unto thi.r ha.r Chriet guided your way, For you would be ordained! Thif goal in mind, that you might find The ful fillment of your earnext prayer AJ other Chriete on earth, renewing Him birth Bringing gladneex unto your Lady fair, For you would be ordained! N igh unto a deeade pafcred, and now at laet Two fervent heartf are ,reen retracing A well-trod .rtep to the Altar-the aftermath Of youth'J moxt cherifhed yearning. For now they are ordained! JAMES MADDEN

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LOVELINESS Crimson skies and deep blue waters, Flow'rets gay in festive colors brightj Nature revels in her scarlet gloiyf Man's ennobled by the loveb sight. DANDELIONS A cloth of gold for the Queen of May, The modest flowers offield and way Spread o'er the earth in bright array Dandelion blooms their homage pay. CHRISTINE COLMAN SOMETIMES Sometimes I like to think of me, And the little girl I used to be,' With ambitions high, and dreams sublimef Alas, they all have passed with time! MARY NICIIOLSON LENGTHENING SHADOW S When the long day fades into the night, And all earth's beauty is veiled from my sight, I linger on to hear the murmuring pines, And the music of soft breezes stirring the tangled vines. MARY HARRINOTON MEDITATION Lord, how they pierced Thy hands that night on Calvagfs summit crowned, And how they scorned and laughed and jeered when Thou didst fall upon the ground. They saw Thy Face 'neath a blood-stained crown, and they gazed on Thy Bleeding Hands, But, dear Lord, it caused them not a sigh, those guardsmen in command. If I could take out just one nail, and soothe Thy aching Brow I should gladbf do it all for Thee-in this medi- tation hour,' But I'll live again those sorrouful days in sympathy for Thee, By acts of self-denial, kindliness and love and true humility. PAULINE SULLIVAN 93 ,I Faye Gallimore, 1941 Drum Major CONFIDENCE Were you to have firm faith in me 'T would help me on the road, A strong incentive to noble deeds, To press onward beneath my load. What I need is a friendly smile, A hand-clasp strong and sure, The journey through life is many a mile, And the trials are hard to endure. Wereyou to say, Friend, I believe in you, You can do what others have done, I should make an attemptAa manb try, And continue until I had won. ROBERT DQJNOVAN WAITING Waiting in the silvery moonlight, Beneath the shadow of a tree, Lonely Xavier looked toward China H Towards a land he ne'er will see. Ayearning for his dear companions .Yurged within the breast of Francis 9 Wheil to San Chan he bade adieu OIIN MORRISON SSUTTI T 1 For missionaries staunch and true,

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A KNIGHT OF GOD Oft they rode to battle On the thoret of foreign landt, Oft they fell like cattle On the blood-toaked heathen tandt. Crottet at their tymhol Bannert gay and hrightg Mary for their Mother, jetut at their Might. No more knightt in armor, Ride away to fghtj No more crottet tiloer In dittant pagan night. Find me jutt one warrior To perith with hit tword, Who callt out to hit Captain, Chritt, My God, My Lord. ' Crottet at hit tymhol Bannert gay and hrightj Mary for hit Mother, fetut at Hit Might. JEAN GOOD THE KNIGHT OF GOD Arldyou will he a Knight of God, With lance and thield and how. Lifting your weapont in ture defente, Againtt the deadb foe. For tealed you are with the hob Crott, Marked with itt tacred ti gn,' I n Baptitm't watert cleanted from tin Strengthened hy grace divine. Out to the battle of life you will go, Clad in the Armor of Light! Guard well the treaturet of your Lord, Be triumphant in the fight. MARY NICHOLSON 95 A KNIGHT OF GOD My armor it of ttrongett faith: my emblem it the Crott, My army fights for Goa' alonej my caute hat ne'er a lott,' The thield it made of Witdom, protection for my toulj The tpear contittt of Courage, my character to mouldj The mount, a tpirit of undying lovej ttanding for the right The helmet-a tymhol of my Kingj of God, I am a Knight. FLORENCE WHITCOME OUR PRIEST What great joy in jutt pottettin g One whote handt are tanctified! Can we help but tente the feeling That we, too, are glorified. What great gain in repottetting Someone hearing Chritt the Lord,' Someone, our own intercettor At the altar of hit God. JEAN GOOD CONSECRATED HANDS Hit handt are contecrated now, And hit full heart overflowt With houndlett joy and happinett, For trub, now, he knowt That he may prett Hit loving Lord Clote to hit priettb' hreatt To hit adored White Guett! EAN GOOD And whitper prayer.: for all mankind I J