St Marys Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1951 volume:

, A 0' li j it if 12 ' Q SY . I xy, ur moffo ld PRoGREss A , Since its beginning in 1912, St. Mary's has continued to grow and prosper. Any- one who is familiar with the history of its founding will recall the names of Rev- erend D. I. McDermott and Mother Arsenia Bradley who worked zealously for the success of the institution. Early in its development, it was affiliated with the Catholic University of America, and in 1927 was also recognized and approved by the State. Three times St. Mary's Academy has been evaluated by the Middle States Association which rates it highly. With the passing of the years, have come ever increasing advantages, both educational and extra-curricular. No small part of this is due to the tire- less efforts of all the Sisters of St. joseph, especially those who are members of the Faculty. Mother Teresa Vincent, the present Superior, merits special thanks, for it was she who brought about the realization of a dream of former Superiors for many years-a new building. In appreciation of her part in erecting this welcome addi- tion to S.M,A., we, the-Seniors of 1951, wish to dedicate our yearbook to Mother Teresa Vincent. 'ii l P.- O.'.- , 1' -' K ',,5r!, 9 lifes 2 1 an ,ka ahve.. I La' gp Q ,Qu- ...meg 'fi' 1 5 an Q . , .31 .h -gl. 8. , i ,kvx Rn-vers-nd William J. Gommlry CM Rvligious Instruction 1-X xx I 5' I se. WE.. .Xian 2-'1 2 '- - sr if . 1 ' S' P' A . M W ,H ,. rf, + 7, W o ,,, A i X. .748 I9 1 imezi SAINT MARY'S A-CADEMY PHILADELPHIA PENNSYLVANIA A fh.. .,,, A , Q 'ru 5 A Miss Alberta Gnllaghcr Health and Physical Ed. -4, 'NV -'Ml . ww' M an Hunnius Nln.... Jane, our Editor-in-chief, and Pat, her associate, smile encouragingly at Catherine, Junior literary representative, to whom they leave all helpful hints and the best of luck. THE CHIMESH STAFF jane M. Rafferty '51 ............ Editor-in-chief Patricia M. Hartsough '51 ...... Associate Editor Hilda R. Murlasits '51 ........ Student Treasurer LITERARY STAFF Mary Lou Brann '51 Mary Louise Ritchotte '51 joan A. Greipp '51 Margaret 'M. Rohach '51 Mary Catherine Miralles '52 BUSINESS STAFF Eleanor M. Burke '51 Adelaide De Gregorio '52 Virginia Gilligan '51 MargaretI..Hermanutz'52 Joan R. Smith '51 Marilyn M. Donahue '53 TYPISTS Ann E. Abromaitis '51 Rita Mary Lowen '51 jean Ann McDermott '51 A heavy task lies ahead of these typists-Jean Anne, Nancy, and Ritag but they look optimistically ahead to the completion of their work and to receiving those long awaited yearbooks. Did we make it? Here, Mr. Solari, representative from Campus, congratulates Jane Rafferty, CHIMES editor, on the success of an early deadline. Patricia Hart- sough, associate-editor, and Hilda Murlasits, student treasurer, are quite happy at the unexpected but welcome praise. SASS sai. A frrrtwaatiz xsveomzn 0606600608 00000000000 00006000000 WE BREAK GROUND Blueprints drawn up, architects prepared and wide-eyed children patiently waiting for the be- ginning of their mental and spiritual construction tell a story of progress. The Sisters of St. joseph, for three centuries renowned for their successful educatio l ' ' na methods, begin this huge task with the kindergarten. Using tools of love guidance, careful attention and the ever im ortant l , p essons of Religion, the foundations begin to rise. Of course, 'all work and no play make jack a dull b ,, . . oy. Therefore, sliding boards swin s doll 1 g , 5, football, and other activities welcomed during the year play an important part in the child's devel- o m- t d ' ' p cn an teach him the virtues of kindness fair play, and love for all mankind. Brick by brick the building of minds and walls progresses through the primary and elementary stages until it reaches the secondary level. This difficult work is recompensed when the decorating and finish' ing touches are added, and our purpose is achieved. From this picture, these children seem to be enjoying a happy beginning at S. M. A Learn to sh . are and share alike is the basic training of these little on Le ' es. t s hope they'll remember this motto throughout S. M. A. days. gif . Anu- While the rest of the children are gayly playing among the autumn leaves, Carol Ann is mischievously debat- ing Michael's reaction to a shower of leaves. At last our dream is beginning to come true. As Mr. Ricker, the architect, and Mr. Donovan, the builder, look on, Father McGinley breaks ground for our new building. NH I 3-rx, 50 Our children not only learn to play together but also to pray together. Here they show their sincere love for Our Blessed Lady by offering her a rosary. JY! ,t . I 4 ,iff W? '. EJ: H ffii A A 1 I ffipia' I f' 1 Singing seems to be a favorite pastime of our first- graders. The first step in learning the song is follow- ing the notes on the chart. Could it be they are preparing for that famous Christmas play? As we peek in on the second grade, we see a few pupils diligently solving division examples on the blackboard while others work in their numberbooks. Their conhdent expression indicates lesson well learned. Eagerness to learn is evident in this first grade reading class. Caryl Ann Stoll questions her fellow students about these familiar phrases. Around the world go the third and fourth grades in their daily geography class. As the girls display names of the products of various South American countries, the boys find their items in the specimen cabinet. Community Cooperation is the theme of the day's lesson in the fourth grade. If the students adopt these worthy motives for their own, success and happiness will be theirs in future life. THE FGUNDATION Q '- All STEP BY STEP THE BUILDING Max ,-1, 5 . aff H 5 KYLYA Patricia seems very pleased as the leaders of the King's and Queen's Guards give her the account of the number of Masses and Communions received by the members of the opposing teams. During October, the fifth and sixth graders kept a record of their attendance at the class recitation of the Rosary. Their smiling faces give testimony of their love for Mary and their special devotion to her favorite prayer. Loretta, the sick classmate, will certainly be cheered by the news of the progress of the new building judging from the amused expression on her face Rosemary must have thought of an entertamin script to the letter. The seventh graders are very serious in their realistic interpretation of the moving novel UNCLE 'I'OM'S CABIN. Faithful friends and servants witness the death of little Eva while the doctor and the nursc stand helplessly by. Mr, Palmer would certainly be pleased to see these determined fifth and sixth graders put his Writin M h . . . g et od into practice- Sit up straightg feet flat on the lloorg left hand holding the paper . . . uv' -4...-r ' I v FIRST ROW-Bernard Donahue, Dennis Salvano, James Sullivan, James Keough. SECOND ROW-Nancy Schulin, Betty Ann McCabe, Helen Iirann, Caryl Ann Szczurowski, Carla Tolomeo, Jane Marie Dettmar, Caryl Ann Stoll, Barbara Ann Donaghue. THIRD ROW-Anthony Appalucci, Francis Hnrgadon, Mary K. O'Donnell. Josephine Arminio, Bernfce Flana- gan, Kathryn Picardo. Sandra Soura, John Biller, John McGowan. FOURTH ROW 'Dennis McBride, james Taylor, Jean Dittman, John Gaffney, Gary Soura, Jos:-ph Trnmontana, Francis Menna. AS THESE SMILING YOUNGSTERS FIRST ROW-Aileen Bradley, Maureen McGovern, Eileen Baker, Barbara Clarihew, Mary jane Cattie, Patricia Burroughs. Rosa Tramontana, Diane Corbett, Mary Esther Taglianetti, Cecilia Knapp. SECOND ROW-Carolyn Klock, james H. Smith, John Navin, William Delaney, Barbara Lahr, Eileen Mesle, Carol Rensman. james J. Smith, Thomas Ronan, Louis Donaghue, Joanne Santaronc. THIRD ROW-james Englehardt, Irene Phelan, Cecilia Heebner. Kathleen Balmer, Ellen Clearl-tin, Barbara Summeril, Mary Louise Coyle, Faith Hetriclc, Alphonse Arminio. .Y QSM- 4 Cs, :Fw 15 .. E, M, ' -155 ?f' 1: , 2 5 ffzfwf ' X ,Q W Q , ,, fi i 1 Q , ,, A if as 4 Q 55 V' 4 44 X ff 4 Q 5 , se 'P ,X In if 3? W 5' 4'-se v A A ' l ' 1 Awe ' - ' 'S in A 4' if Q 6 K' at R A x Q bi , X ,Q 4 if qw 'gh 0 I J en 4 I - . ' I if A ' Xml? G l K 'H ' -rg H 1 ., N .ns- On the map of Palestine, Ellen points out the center of interest in tod.iy's Religion lesson. M1111 work helps to vit.1lize this very important study. Beginnings are always difficult as is seen by the expressions of these Latin I students. Malrilyn realizes the need for the declensions before she can attempt to an.ily1e ns Peggy is doing. The foundation being strongly laid, ll higher life begins for thirty-nine eager freshmen. Soon the girls become accustomed to their new sur- roundings. As subject is added to subject, the walls of higher learning rise aloft. The workmen labor many hours to effect the completion of their structure, so too the freshmen spend a great deal of time studying to accomplish their goalda supe- rior education. Wlien the exterior of the building is finished, the freshmen will be prepared to begin a new phase of work as they turn toward their sophomore year! I- 4311! 'lit' Quail' ' Freshies, why the grin? Could it be that you are dents find grammar quite interesting but also very sonu-tinies guilty of these errors? From their smiling difficult. Perhaps, Kay has :i suggestion that will prow faces, it looks as though thew English-minded stu- to be of some help to her classmates. . Z L Qi? R , QA 1 x. ,ww Ti: . vi 1A.fQf7T, if A :lq T m fl' L sf ' X 21 if f ' X Xp Z Q3 m HIGHER Many handa make light work and help to bring our dream nearer to completion. Clare is pleased with the brief account Patsy is giving of Victor Hugo. Quite a task for beginners in French! These Spanish I students are surely engrossed in the translation. Eviden- tally, this is the time for work and no play. Can you tell which of these geometricians have been successful in finding angles and triangles, squares and rectangles, etc., in the new construction? AND HIGHER Sophomores! Now the more interesting work is begun. We are introduced to new helds of attainment-for example, foreign languages, and modern science. Acquiring these new habits of study is by no means easy. Neither is the task of the builders as they progress in their work. Skill, ambition, and technique are qualities required for the laborer to accomplish his goal. When working outside, the builders are often hindered by the elements. Eventually, however, as the workers continue with steadfast determination, their job is finished. Now that the Sophomores are well on their way to acquiring a superior education, few things can swerve them from their path of progress. Could it be that St. Mary's will bring forth a future poetess? From their anxious faces, these sophs seem eager in learning to recognize poetry and writing verse of their own. Success be theirs! f' rt? A ful' ll As her classmates proudly look on, Mary Alice Kenny Sophomore biologists: Mary Tyler places a drop of accepts the Latin trophy, presented to Saint Mary's iodine on the glass slide while Patricia McKeown for outstanding work during the past few years in a examines her specimen carefully for the sight of nation wide Latin contest. cytoplasm. we ef lwtwe WWW , ig .... , ,, . ...., K , m,.N, M y ,,--h , ,. ,.. ,m...i-.M, ,, , ,. -. ' 2-, ,' I . i ' f-W r ' ,' f,2'li3f'Q?15i'f4fl'? M9 iff M: i :Q - lift Q ' ie' A X i' fi 'V' K W 'a . li,w':M,:i iii- 'A t'i'3' E117 K 5 'I W 1 ,ij it Ac 1- , i,,Ws,,..V5, m N Z :Z Qgirt s S X 1 f Wfmaiw' .knol l - -s, N i -:.ff:3s,, , As Idita and Phyllis pantomime a scene from Macbeth, Kathleen and Maria adjust the recording machine. The other members of the Junior English class seem deeply engrossed in following with their text the Columbia recordings. The final stages of our building project are begun in junior year. The remaining time is spent in adding brilliancy, color, and finesse. These final touches bring about a perfect product. At the same time, the juniors are kept quite busy adding the languages, sciences, and business education to their basic learning. lt has not been a simple process but with perseverance and endurance, we have succeeded in our planned purposes. As Seniors, we can look buck with pleasant memories of a wonderful high school life. The upgrade has been difficult, but as Seniors we will enjoy all the advan- tages of a well-constructed building. i . Vu' rse fr 3 We can see the progress that the second year French class has made from Rose Anne's translation of the life of one of the famous Frenchmen whose name they met last year. NEARER These girls should never have trouble with algebra after this practical dem- onstration of the transit theodolite by Mr. Di Rocco, our foreman. The class is taking advanhge of the instru- ments being used in the construction of our new gym. What a handy place is our library for these American History students who have a research paper to prepare. Barbara and Maryp must have found exactly what they want. Jeanine and Adelaide are happy, too. f Q 5? 23, ge' . Wi g... K 'sv i 1' AND NEARER 1 W, Betty Rotchford smiles complacently as she illus- trates the roller on her typewriter, while Rose Pagano looks a little dubious as she experiments with her own machine in Typing I class. 'Q ' I9 ' 'hi Q af' Q? 0 X as-k.. ii ' J u F N ji tx T' 3 'I K 7 ,A K f ' v Y 1 T n , M'-....'E y o I QKQN Q v2 if Q 4' H 4: 1 '? 'xX Q. , LJ .A 1 K '4 . : V xillllhbli ii b N . A I il A 5 , if K X la s of f do Es s , The grin on Maury Lou's face bclics hvr precarious position. These senior gymnasts are anxious W M to provl- that thcir four years of hard work and exercise were not without' some fun. Notice tht- dt-tcrminvd look in the eyes of the girls on the bottom row-the foundation of the whole pyramid. - A, ,,,,5 'Ef tw W K 1 Vft H' - W 'Fi w'Wal'.:4ip,,nf-Q M D COMPLETION OF THE STRUCTURE With high hopes for the future, the members of the business class learn the fundamentals which will enable them to secure better positions in the business world. The seniors in English class listen attentively as Mary lane answers the question put to her by Nancy who appears to be a very agreeable teacher. The progress of the Senior French class is shown by its ability to phoneticize words. Here the girls are using words taken from Victor Hugo's Saison Des Semailles, Le Soir. Nancy is trying to be very accurate in her water measurements as she and Mary Lou work very conscientiously on the experiment for the electrolysis of water. i 1 i s Slowly but surely, the tedious work of building reaches its culminating point as the seniors are putting the finishing touches to their education. S .. ,rf A W f ' ' . -ff' '-RQ- ' --. in v 1. . . N, ,, ., K X K . A ,Jus ' f-f- , -1, f '- ' A W7 as ' Q ' . 'Z .N Y , fi gg .v --Q - .-I Q-1 -' 'J J.. V434 S .A x , . f '.' ' , If 3 1 . H45 , .V . 'I lf-fy 'f , f 1 A H- ' ,., Jg- ,511 f'LA.' . -3,. H 5-5- -8 f 4- . ' + ' . Q f ' , 2 'S' ,I 45 13 . Lg f' vp .8 'Y' X' 'yi af. 3 ELG, 0 55 5 fm f' nf f 1 W 1 . ' 1 ., aagb- tr 12'- NZ ,-5 bs: is' A as L . 1 ,I - v. ' ' .. - . p J. . 1 ., TWV , 0 1-- 0 by a if f ff- '-- 4.5 aff , iff f we ' 'hu V nr ' ,0, . .44 ., any . 8 . ,W . .., 'Q' . ,,. , .Y As.. f gifs ,. 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WEVALION - Nov..Lw 3 7 'g.NQ'o l-I i' . i i I an W in n I R' 4 'Nikki-2-Q 1 H nv 'ws I I N.-1-. .fff QV- f I 'r .rn, , 71 ,,,a f, of is Mat. . K g 6 'Q-:Jian l Tn.i A, 1' rl lib. Y, . . kfztm' 5:13 J 73 Q W 4 7,31 iii.. 1 F F , 4. .R . --'I N , 4, -W'-its B n ' ' 74, i If ,fp . 5 . ,.vpMwL.f.'V. 1. f Ll 'lg . 1' A - ' u '-frliflsdffwxa 'dll' I I . Mists!- '-' .x Y il as RELIGION is the cornerstone of life at Saint Marys Much time is spent on our training, both spiritual and mental. Throughout all our activities, there is a religious theme. We offer all to Jesus through Mary. During the month of May, we honor her in a special way, This annual devotion to Our Lady is an external manifestation of our religious training. When we crown Mary Queen, we again consecrate ourselves' f RELIGION IS THE to her. Members of each class offer flowers as a sign of their fidelity. One of our most loved practices is the beautiful climax-the Crowning followed by Benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament. v YN! s aw .414 its CORNERSTONE At this moment, the First Holy Com- municants step to the shrine of Our Blessed Mother, Queen of May, to recite with childlike simplicity Lovely Lady Dressed in Blue. One of the beautiful moments of the annual May Procession is the crown- ing of Our Blessed Lady. Betty Ann Hand, our May Queen, presents the wreath to Father Edward Conlin to place it on the head of our patroness. V - b 'S M4639 As the members of the sodality begin the procession to the strains of Ave Maria, they form a large M, rep- resenting the name of our Mother, before the shrine erected in her honor. r . .f 4 .A-, Q . -. 1 , , , V .2 H ' . s '-w- u D GF THE STRUCTURE WE ARE NOW LEM.-ffgiffily-is 54 ., .xii ,.k. . Give and you shall receive a hundredfoldn has been the motto of St. Mary's girls for many a year. An example of this generous spirit is shown on the happy face of Ioan Smith, faithful mission leader for four year, as she presents to Father McDonough, Assistant Archdiocesan Director df the Propagation of the Faith, our contribution to this worthy cause. The trio of smiling faces belongs to Teresa Spina, Sacristang Rita Lowen, our Prefect, and Helen Luff, Sodality Treasurer. In their capable hands we have placed the beautiful task of helping us keep closer to Jesus through Mary. ERECTING. RECEIVING completes the three r's in our desire for perfection. Joan Wambold knowingly explains to her Eucharistic Committee that a life devoted to the Mystical Body of Christ will undoubtedly be a fruitful one. The Sodality is a religious society for the pur- pose of fostering love and devotion to Our Blessed Mother. Our sodality is comprised of three special groups-the Marian, Eucharistic, and Catholic Literature. Although all work for one goal-to honor Mary, they do so in diiferent ways. The Marian group honors her by the daily recitation of the rosary. Every time that Mary has appeared, she has asked for more and more devotees of the rosary. The Eucharistic group strives to stimulate frequent reception of Holy Communion, for they realize that the closer we come to jesus through the Holy Eucharist the nearer and dearer we will be to Mary, His mother. The aim of the Catholic Litera- ture group is to interest the girls in Catholic books and periodicals, to give them a taste for worthwhile literature. We hope that Mary, Our Mother, is pleased with our efforts to spread devotion to her. fi. ' 'Pk Q. a A hifi RECITING is the second step toward charac- ter development. By saying the Rosary as the members of Our Lady's Committee so ardently do, we will reach the hand that the Mother of Grace and her Infant Son so lovingly offer us. READING begins the tedious process of char- acter building. As a' building needs workers to form its structure, so the Catholic Literature Committee works to inspire us to read good and wholesome literature. v m fs FOR BEHOLD A SAVIOUR IS BORN With lighted candles and happy hearts, these youthful carolers greet the joyful season and fomt a picturesque background for the beautiful Christmas festival. qual I 1 ng, 'Y - , A S. J- ,Q J 't i 5 is of Wt , 5 J .. ' .QYE'1?jg Qfj if A, .IA, I ll Hark list , en to the noise of ygn caravan! See M QI0.Y0ur words will come tmeyf The innk Y A 352 , ice summons his w.f N ' eepgr 5 i Q AQS 5 - ,rg door. le and his children to the 4 at ttf, e .A , ,Q V I 1 Bag, .f X, V 5 ' A 4' ' .ik I 4' ' wi ox E 'wx -' x v AQ h ' sheds light upon I . ., wx ' 'VI X ,v Q Q, Q St. Joseph The angelic c oar h and the little and Our Blessed Mother as t ey ' h Infant King. 3 1-'X children adore t e 3 We welcome y nd see how things are done in Santa Land in our big family. ou to toyland. lust look about P J' BLUEPRINT FOR CATHOLIC WUMEN 17.5 1 1- EQUIPPED TO LEAD AND FOLLOW WN -I L J, V SOMETHING NEW Does joan Wambold's smile denote success or failure? We wonder . . . as she tries her hand at one of the oldest of household chores, washing. l mit? ' -'sniff Kathleen Nlasse is dreaming of how chic she will look in her new print apron when she helps her mother 2'- ... '., - keep the home neat and tidy. joan VVambold's cooking doesn'l seem to agree with Eleanor. Catherine, Bernice. and -loan are still discussing whether or not to commit rhenm-Ives. S 4 ff, X .ff , tggxa , ..e ,N 3 Y Til V : 'wif ,yi fx iv R tg. iiaf , s fs, J t Y A- The expert homemaker hutlgets time as well as money, Experimenting with that Bendix makes MONDAY il day paelceti with suds and fun. TUESDAY, we try ironing our dresses without scorching their newly-constructetl pieces. A handy first .iid kit is very ilnportaut. XWIEDNESDAY means cutting out patterns, busting, and sewing. THURSDAY, we play the role of hostess for our Bridge Club. From our hope chest tomes th.1t lace t.1hlecloth,'the hest silvervvare, and the hnest c'hin.r A he-.iutitiul tenter' piete, .i tasty lunth, .intl soti.1l tomersation complete the picture. The most tlrouletl clay, FRIDAY, mills out the sweeper and the tlusters to prepare for .1 quiet weclsencl. 'lj 1 ,yu it . ,1. Q I av 9, Q 'i L ':'-', .. 5 it l es. Z fi if H iiagwiizf WT jx ii-. egg, M. m ' fin 'V 5 EEE. fi g QW I M ? 4' , 5-M 'N ' his i 31 ff! ,His ov Z jk if Ill If 5 Ill ll fi' in ' so A y 'Y' Mary Louise Ritchotte lends a help- ing hand in ironing Mary Lou Brann's latest creation. Is she smiling because she is anticipating a like suc- cess with her own? 51 r r 3 ig ll! I r i maria' ' ,4 V 'W' -'I' vww... W s Vi :ww--W sf-.. ' .', 1-. - WV' , 'nv-i-, These two Cinderellas to mind thi housework. me now! Pat: Mine, tool Ann. -u.'1'1 um.x . Eleanor: If my mother could only see 11. K. don't SQCYTI ,M ef, 2 fi 4 fsifi I - F l i . Mary Jane asks: Shall I make it shorter? Mary Lou replies: No, make it longer to cover my flat feet. Who knows what these mysterious pieces of paper are going to make? Virginia Gilligan has high hopes that it will be a stylish ballerina dress. 1 DQ. Mary Catherine Miralles, Junior class president, assisted by Agnes Costello, Junior representative, presents thc first key to smiling Margie Rohach, President of thc Student Council. PLANNED TO PLEASE As intermission comes and the closing of the Prom draws near. Eileen and Frannie, committee repre- sentatives. along with their escorts, exchange com- ments on the success of this gala affair. Now that the Big Momentn of the long awaited has arrived, the seniors, after receiving the d March. evening treasured keys, promenade in the Gran es Mr and Mrs. Bennis, Many thanks to our chapcron , . Mr. and Mrs. Rotchford, Mr. and Mrs. Miralles, for the joy they shared with us at Tinsel Time. Oh, how we danced on that night of nights-the won- derful Junior Prom. Happy faces and light hearts tell ' M 's pleasant memories. the story of another of St. ary ANS N .nazi Striving for possession of that evasive ball are our varsity forwards, Eleanor, Eileen, and Pat. Retrieving the ball from the backhoard is one of our team's specialties. BLUE FIGHT! GOLD FIGHT! At every game our cheerleaders:-Peggy McGoy'em, Jeanne Woodring. Esther Rita Scanlan, Jane Murray, and Captain Nancy O'Connor fat topj set the fast pace for the spectators to follow by urging the players to get that ball and score. COORDINATIO N Bursting with school spirit, Saint Marys stus dent body responds enthusiastically to the arrival of 'the haskethall season. The tense action of the interclass games is always the highlight of the scholastic year. This year, after an extremely close and stirring game, the class of '52 won the ever treasured cup hy heating the seniors 32 to 30. From these games our competent coach, Miss Byron, selected the varsity. Led by our capalwle captain, Jackie Barth, the varsity practices dili. gently to attain victories in our league games and to further good sportsmanship. FRONT ROW-D. Wilt, Ray, A. Conville, A. Schwartz, R. Peacock, F. Sandlin, J. Pasquariello. MIDDLE ROW-C. Happ. W. Dennehy, K. Moran, M. A. Rolletter, P. Moran, B. Beck, C. Toscano. TOP ROW-E. Burke, A. Giorno, A. Costello, I. Smith, E. Ryan, Captain Barth, N. Abromaitis, M. A. Donnelly, B. Rotchford, P. Hartsough. 'x I, Where is that tricky ball headed? Right into the hands of one of our three alert varsity guards-Jackie, Mary Anne, or Nancy. We hope! Look at these faces, then answer the question: Who just made a basket? What would our varsity do without these enthusiastic supporters? Coach lVlarty Byron, Scorekeeper Marie Louise Richotte, Captain Iackie Barth, Manager Virginia Gilli- gan, Timekeeper Mary Lou Brann take time out from an exciting game to pose for us. ALWAYS NEEDED. 4 K was E W1 ' E if f an at i f y 3' f , tl E fl A K 5 s E V 5 f i 5 - is X L jg Q ' i Xe 1'i , M . , V - KEVKKV Z - Vkk. 51 is A ,Q s U 1 ,K Y , ii soggy E at f N 6, in 'V V 'V'7 K N' . 1 - 3 ' . L A , , 5. s 8 ' 5 ya V,,' a is e .. :rf a ,:.,. K ' gf . i ik.k it ' Ll! 5 - Q it at 'St me t - -llso 2 H rf P 31... The sun smiled down approvingly on that May afternoon at the performance taking place on S. M. Afs campus, The travelling players had come to enact Hansel and Gretelu for our lovely Queen of May. As the story unravelled in song and dance, it, no doubt, brought back many happy memories to the queen and her court of their first reading of that beloved tale. The joyful dancing of the candies and cookies, and the gay frolics of the playmates of Hansel and Gretel charmed the beautiful queen. As the play comes to an end, Hansel and Gretel find their way home after their many mishaps. As the procession of players and dancers leave the campus, another MAY DAY becomes a fond memory. THE PROGRAM This is a typical scene of a St. Mary's May Day. Here we can see the May Queen and her attendants smiling upon other participants of the gala affair. Each eagerly awaits her turn to perform. ansel and Gretel, our May Day for 1950, is a happy memory for everyone. The joyful times and jolly dances which spell MAY DAY for us bring smiles to everyone. To the graduates this means the closing days of a happy high school life. EARS CCMPLETIO Although the witches attempt to scare us, by the attention of the audience and other per- formers, fright turns to frolic. These dark spirits are making ready to capture Hansel and Gretel and add them to their cookie collection. May Day for the children is always a time of giggles and discord. In the foreground, the cookies in various shapes form a art of the witch's house. In the background, t e red and green candy sticks stand at attention. A heavenly May Day would not be complete without angels. Certainly, these little ones make perfect angels. Their little feet join in a grace- ful dance which Hansel and Gretel see in a dream. Judging from this picture, it must have been a happy dream. 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'4 I 'L ' ggg,,i,M, ,,.. ,.,.. ,, Q -, 3. rig-zyeaifkwffiiif-1393K 4. . i, fa A 535335 waeffvi' I ' HIGHLIGHTS OF THE YEAR Traditional Senior Carollers S-J Q 'SPM' 'UF' 2.-f .7 That llmmus Hockey Tc-.nn I 'Q Sf Br .l.,1 N iai- 'IHLG Y ig Three sophomores make their debut at the 5 Rik' 'hei 'ii junior Prom, held at Melrose Country Club Freshman Day antics! The Christ Child has a Gift for each of His children at St. Mary's Tryouts for MADEMOISELLE MODISTE. 29121-.9 a . . . xtej Q-N.'f l 6' Q Y, 9 - . I X1 1 1 I I' l iz? 'jg W j l Graduates' Farewell to Our St. Mary's Reverend Edward Conlin, O.S.F.S. surrounded by these angels on their First Communion Day in St. Mary's Chapel I X si :qga?fi7 K K The unfinished stage--the unfinished play! 1 K 1 i 5 xl' .44 1, is M- i- A. V 5 9 -J Q g 2' if - 1: gms, 1 2 ? ? 3 -i E is ' :FL AIL' -W Eleanor! Pa!! Get that balll The String Ensemble at work! sr: is I ki S ,x .-,N Hoa s V A , ,M , ig j ,- ki? w in , . may A 5 f, . 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Rvtrvalt . . , cil'LIllll.lllUl! i' el .Hg ,-1' 1 Y gs. v tlu- close friendship of classmates, and intcrmwtcd attention of tlu' Sisters . . lostvring of my dcsirv to tvzlcll . . . prc- pnrcdm-ss to nwct and appreciate' people. ' ' 1- .,, P I, ,. 3 mifv' A llllllw ll 5 vwrffilhll if 'Mm Q 'Fl 'P -F rn Y - . gg, A Ilw trzunmg, not only in bmvk lumix ledge. -1. K 5 'Q 1 5 so impu Qfwv ' in tlu' lvusinvss world. world today . . . taking my plan' silcccsa- J7- 4 . , , of . 1 J-I .. .44 , D N 0, X 'J--s ' T 'A l. F HEY H AVE DESIGNS EOR THE FUTURE I its sulid Catholic training program . . . amiable atmosphere . . . guidance toward the future . . . I plan to be ax medical technician :after I finish at college. 'Q' 5-h. Hawk' 4 w. 'tg the material and spiritual helps . . . self-confidence to fit into the business world . . . rlhility to he congenial with other people. qu. -A 'Se -wg v' . . - .y 1-N .J Y -10 . i ,-Q3 df P 'M ,W 1 T I ' .4 79-3 I ttf. sw biwf- 'RNIB' W A ti ' , g l 'W'- 3.-F' pn-....., wsu... in-.., Fm, 4 the ha cl ppy nys spent with classmates ,mi 'Kham-W and teachers . . 'ghomeyl' atmosphere I . training in sociability and correct manners , . . fitness for secretarial work M in the medical Held or in a bank lb 'T YV' .fdnne gunice .xdgroma ifis 7018 Cedar Park Avenue LI 8-S840 St. Athanasius Sodality 1-2-3-45 Class President 15 Yearbook StaK 45 Basketball Varsity 2-3-45 Intramurals 1-2-3-45 French 35 Glee Club 3-45 Science Club 25 Dramatics 2-3-45 Stage Crew 15 Dancing 2-35 Prom Committee 35 Library Aide 1-2-3. Nancy . . . inveterate worrier . . . Charleston fan . . . jackie and Nancy, Inc .... future secretary . . . dashing guard . . . pleasant disposition . . . sweet smile . . . soft spoken . . . helpful . . . chauffeurs the Green Pony . . . absent minded . . . Gee Whiz. Jdliquehlle .Ann gdfth 2712 West Lehigh Avenue RA 5-7603 St. Columba Hockey 35 Basketball Varsity 2-3-45 Captain 45 Intra- mural 1-2-3-45 Spanish Club 2-35 Latin Club 1-2-35 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 Science Club 25 Dramatics 1-2-3-45 Stage Crew 1-25 Prom Committee 3. Jackie . . . tall and terrific . . . perfect model . . . conscientious varsity captain . . . our baby . . . attractive in glasses . . . Nancy's buddy . . . shy naive manner . . . fascinating lunches . . . always fussing with her curls . . . beautiful complexion . . . slow poke . . . in a constant dither . . . Oh my gracious. Cadarine marie gunner 2930 North 27th Street SA 2-3295 Corpus Christi Sodality 3-45 Spanish Club 3-45 Business Club 3-45 Glee Club 35 Dramatics 4. Kass . . . sunny disposition . . . rosy cheeks . . . retir- ing smile . . . always ready for fun . . . movies are her second home . . . collection of class rings . . . honored desk in front of Sister . . . expert bowler . . . came from Hallahan in our junior year . . . forever late . . . incessant chatterbox . . . heartbreaker . . . Are you kidding? mary louise Mann 1055 Granite Street IE 5-9287 St. Martin of Tours Sodality 1-2-3-45 Student Representative 1-25 Yearbook Staff 45 Basketball Varsity 25 Intramurals 1-2-3-45 French Club 3-45 Science Club 2-45 Latin Club 35 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 Dramatics 1-2-3-45 Dancing 2-35 Prom Com- mittee 3. Mary Lou . . . tiny tot . . . cherubic face . . . darling dimples . . . a deb of Medford Lakes . . . expression in her eyes . . . lilting soprano . . . the dark haired mem- ber of the Brann trio . . . loyal Maryite for 12 years . . . college bound . . . allergic to the name Mary Louise . . . Palmer handwriting . . . S64 question in every class . . success always. gzanor mary gurle 5306 North Broad Street MI 4-5306 Holy Child Sodality 1-2-3-45 Our Lady's Group Leader 15 Business Staff 45 Basketball Varsity 1-2-3-45 Captain 2-35 Intra- mural l-2-3-45 Hockey Time Keeper 45 French Club 3-45 Latin Club 35 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 Science Club 2-45 Dra- matics 2-3-45 Stage Crew 2-35 Dancing 2-35 String Ensemble 1-2-3-45 Prom Committee 3. Nora . . . wonderful sense of humor . . . unique dainty sneeze . . . laughing always . . . loveable . . . always ready for an argument . . . school spirit plus . . . innum- erable neices and nephews . . . Immaculata future Alma Mater . . . wonderful athlete . . . enviable eye lashes . . . lone alto at assembly . . . friendly smile . . . famous mis- sion leader . . . spends summers at Clementon . . . mathe- matically inclined. gafgdfa .2400-2 QOHOAOB 1427 - 68th Avenue WA 4-8257 Holy Angels Sodality 1-2-3-45 Class Treasurer 2-3-45 French Club 35 Chemistry Club 45 Latin Club 35 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 Dra- matics 2-3-45 Dancing 2-35 Prom Committee 3. Babs . . . sunny disposition . . . blue eyes . . . a friend in need . . . blushes easily . . . her incredible cousin Patsy . . . future R.N .... faithful Library Aide . . . baby face . . . rarely if ever loses her temper . . . always has a smile . . . cute nose . . . helpful . . . class treasurer . . . very sweet . . . Oh, no. EDAFBJ 200611. 1228 East Stafford Street LI 8-2508 Immaculate Conception Sodality 1-2-3-45 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 French Club 35 Dancing 2-35 Business Club 3-4. Dedee . . . pretty eyes . . . bobby sox fan . . . expert shoe shine girl . . . always rar-ing for a fight . . . good natured . . . always misplacing smnething . . . notable accomplishmentfforward roll . . . surprised look when called on in class . . . wavy black hair . . . part of S.M.A.'s cornerstone . . . faithful to St. A's dances . . . fan of string bands . . . very neat . . . patient listener to troubles . . . What did she say? urginia uronica Qmgan Terwood Road Willow Grove 3068-R3 Immaculate Conception, Jenkintown Sodality 1-2-3-45 Class President 2-3-45 Class Treas- urer 15 Yearbook Staff 45 Hockey Team 3-45 Captain 45 Basketball Intramurals 1-25 Varsity Cheerleader 15 Man- ager of Basketball Team 45 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 Latin Club 35 French Club 3-45 Chemistry Club 45 Dramatics 2-3-45 Dancing 2-35 Prom Committee Chairman 3. Ginny . . . a born leader . . . enjoying a Mathless Senior year . . . captain of the hockey team . . . reliable . . . oxidized hair . . . sharp dresser . . . keen sense of humor . . . able class president . . . prize dancer . . . A+ in school spirit . . . hard worker . . . expert driver . . . future Immaculatan . . . infectuous giggle. Mali? lyutp-'t -Trp r I K.. ff' 3 4 fi oan .fdnadfasia reilap 249 Warrior Road HI 6-7145 St. Dorothy's Sodality 1-2-3-43 Catholic Literature Leader 13 Student Representative 3g Vice-President 2-45 Yearbook Staff 2-3-45 Glee Club 1-2-3-43 French Club 33 Latin Club 33 Chemistry Club 43 Dramatics 2-3-43 Dancing 2-33 String Ensemble 1-2-3-43 Prom Committee 3. Tall and distinguished . . . soft voice . . . sets style in glasses . . . oxfords are good substantial shoes, but . . . have you tried Felso peaches and cream complexion . . . beautiful hand writing . . . noted for witty remarks . . . devoted to her violin . . . experienced baby sitter . . . honor student . . . Veep . . . out-of-town commuter . . . plans to attend Immaculata . . . wavy hair . . . Don't Worry. pafricia mary .lwlarfaougd 411 East Gowen Avenue WI 7-6452 Holy Cross Sodality 1-2-3-43 Literary Staff 2-33 Associate Editor 4g Varsity Basketball 2-3-43 Intramurals 1-2-3-4: Hockey 3: Latin Club 33 French Club 3g Glee Cub 1-2-3-43 Vice- President 43 Dramatics 2-3-43 Dancing 2-33 Library Aide 2-3. Pat . . . tres petite . . . swell personality . . . always ready for fun . . . can always be found in O.C .... talks supersonically fast . . . Hilda's cohort . . . popular with both sexes . . . lovely long locks . . . chief party pro- moter . . . Hashlng forward . . . enormous appetite . . . competent associate editor . . . lovely green eyes . . Good thing I don't get mad easy. JOHN- Jlllfefyn 2310 West 74th Avenue HA 4-1119 St. Athanasius Sodality 1-2-3-43 Basketball Varsity 2-43 Intramurals 1-2-3-43 Hockey 43 Dramatics 1-2-3-43 Glee Club 2-3-43 Dancing 1-2-33 French Club 3-43 Latin Club 33 Chem- istry Club 4. Hibbsie . . . appreciable artistic ability . . . avid note taker . . . likes to explain things . . . very regular fea- tures . . . pretty teeth . . . huge appetite . . . plans a career in science . . . naturally curly hair . . . St. A's supporter . . . prefers using her tniddle name . . . clever at the key board . . . Hibbs the Hunter. gzrnice .ilehn 4754 Penn Street DE 6-5985 St. joachim's Sodality 1-2-3-43 Basketball Varsity 33 Intramurals 2-33 French Club 33 Science Club 23 Business Club 3-43 Dramatics 2-3-4. Bernie . . . pretty eyes . . . nice figure . . . variable hair color . . . favors bobby sox . . . strong voice . . . never worries . . . numerous nieces and nephews . . . Frankford rooter . . . one of a trio . . . rarely on time . . . lots of nervous energy . . . likes bangs . . . always ready with an answer . . . Does he 'wear pegs? B.i...m, -...- mary lafa .Knapp 2936 Aramingo Avenue NE 4.0944 Nativity Sodality 1-2-3-43 Spanish 33 Business 3-43 Science Club 23 Dramatics 1-2-3-4. Petite miss . . . blessed with naturally curly hair . . . usotto voce . . . always seen with Cass and Bernice . . . blushes easily . . . never gets disturbed . . . dotes on detention . . . future secretary . . . a ray of sunshine . . . neat . . . constantly combing her hair . . . Sister, the trolleys were blocked. mhz War? Iowan 143 Rosemar Street LI 9-3226 St. Helena Sodality 1-2-3-43 Prefect 43 Our Lady's Leader 33 Catholic Literature Leader 23 Student Council 43 Year- book Staff 43 Dramatics 1-2-3-43 Glee Club 1-2-3-43 Latin Club 33 Consul 33 French Club 33 Dancing 2-33 Intra- mural Cheerleader 2-3-43 String Ensemble 1-2-3-43 Prom Committee 33 Chairman 3. Reet . L . perfect Sodality prefect . . . friendly with everyone . . . faithful admirer of Elkins Park . . . what a laugh . . . honor student . . . talented pianist . . . always worrying over her tests . . . Jean's alter-ego . . . beautiful dark hair . . . nice figure . . . chief retreat pro- moter . . . a go-getter . . . earnest student . . . Oh kid, I don't know it. .jJeAn marie 804 East Phil-Ellena Street TE 9-8011 Little Flowerfp' Sodality 3-43 Secretary-Treasurer 4g French Club 3-43 Latin Club 3-43 Glee Club 3-43 Dramatics 3-43 Prom 3 1'4 Committee 33 Intramural Cheerleader 4. 5' 4 Boots . . . mischievous look . . . our little blushing rosebud . . . slim silhouette . . . prefers the Avalo ' . . . a Junior year gift . . . pert nose . . . bewic mgA,f4! 7 brown eyes . . . always occupied on weekends . . . voluminous wardrobe . . . constant line of chatter . . . 'tinkling laugh . . . typical coquette . . . loves to dance . . . optimistic toward life. .Ka Len GPG! 52 1305 Medford Road Ardmore 7753-R St. Colman's Sodality I-2-3-43 Our Lady's Group 2-43 Sacristan 33 Dramatics 1-2-3-43 Glee Club 1-2-3-43 President 43 Science Club 2-43 Latin Club 33 French Club 33 Student Council 43 Dancing 2-33 Intramural Cheerleader 2-3. Class nightingale . . . flawless disposition . . . suburban- ite . . . twinkling eyes . . . active Sodality officer . . . understanding . . . quiet manner . . . able Glee Club President . . . loyal to St. Mary's for 12 years . . . susceptible to childhood diseases . . . Oh dear! Wm if ra. .-64.453, ,fatty- ,44 p c..- f rw-C.. .421 V54 ywdjia I. L:-,Vt I i 1113, ,QQ 'L .fbfzla Qui Wurfadila Haldeman Avenue Orchard 3-8367 Maternity of B.V.M. Sodality 1-2-3-43 Class Secretary 1-2-33 Yearbook Staf 1-2-3-43 Treasurer 43 Dramatics 2-3-43 Glee Club 1-2-3-43 French Club 33 Business Club 3-43 President 3g Secretary 4s Dancing 2-33 Prom Committee 33 Library Aide 1-23 Science Club 23 Basketball 13 Cheerleader 2-3-4. Bonnie . . . an honest blonde . . . forever dieting . . . tricky last name . . . adept at making funny faces . . . a pepsodent smile . . . St. Matt's on Wednesday night . . . our veteran driver . . . always lots of fun . . . inhabi- tant of the wilds of Bustleton . . . forever talking . . . persevering Business Manager . . . popular . . . energetic cheerleader . . . Already. lurid uronica Wccann Jenkintown Road and Tookany Drive Cheltenham 3087-R Presentation Sodality 1-2-3-43Vice-President of Student Council 43 Spanish Club 33 Glee Club 1-2-3-43 Business Club 3-43 Dramatics 2-3-43 Dancing 13 Prom Committee 33 Intra- mural Cheerleader 3-4. Pidgie . . . another Liz Taylor . . . Veep of S.C. . . . never stops talking . . . poised and charming . . . one of the McCann clan . . . delightful laugh . . . future secretary . . . queen of Wildwood . . . intense brown eyes . . . patrial to high heels . . . rarely worries . . . Oh kid. ed!! .!4llll2 WCEBFIMDH 5760 Marshall Street HA 4-7527 St. Helena's Sodality 1-2-3-43 Mission Leader 43 G'ee Club 3-43 Business Club 3g President 4g French Club 33 Yearbook Typist 43 Biology Club 2g Latin Club 1-22 Dramatics 3 4. Mick . . . dimpled chin . . . witty . . . cheers for North . . . adm'rer of a future Harry james . . . 950 Club listener . . . persistent mission leader . . . leaves promptly at 3:15 . . . well-liked . . . shy till you get to know her . . . Rita's constant companion . . . Way to go. IJ E441 ala' 'mf WM., 34.6.5 Graf. I 6130 Marshall Street WA 4-1797 Z Sodality 1-2-3-43 Hockey 3-43 Cheerleader 33 Class Team 1-2-3-43 Science Club 2-45 French Club 2-33 Glee Club 3-43 Dramatics 2-3-43 Dancing 2-3. Nanc . . . Charleston fiend . . . always laughing . . . proud of her brother . . . another Emily Post . . . her knee length socks . . . constantly late for typing . . . struggling through Chemistry . . . curly hair . . . ath- letic type . . . vivacious cheerleader . . . Connecticut is the place for me . . . always ready for an argument . . . Sister, I just don't understand it. ' ane Warie Qafkrfy 1326 - 72nd Avenue LI 8-0589 Holy Angels Sodality 1-2-3-45 Catholic Literature Leader 35 Year- book Staff 35 Editor 45 Latin Club 3-45 Consul 35 Science Club 45 Glee Club 3-45 Dramatics 2-3-45 Dancing 2-35 String Ensemble 1-2-3-4. RaH . . . unusual tidiness . . . class wit . . . nice to know . . . Arthur Godfrey's rival . . . whiz at Latin . . . Miss Webster . . . expert at uke . . . perfect student . . . capable Yearbook Editor . . . first woman president . . . Irish eyes and hair . . . summers in Beach Haven . . . Listen. marie ofouide .7AereJa Mfcloffe 158 Manheim Street VI-4-3489 St. Francis of Assissi Sodality 1-2-3-45 Yearbook Staff 45 Cheerleader 25 Latin Club 1-2-35 French Club 2-3-45 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 Chemistry Club 45 Biology Club 25 Dramatics 1-2-3-45 Dancing 2-35 Library Aide 1-2-3-4. Beautiful curly hair . . . small features . .. . peaches and cream complexion . . . tres petite . . . likes red . . . always helplful . . . future interior decorator . . . loves to describe her many trips . . . delights in operas . . . very faithful Library Aide . . . good conversationalist . . . pleasing personality . . . good seamstress . . . terrific taste for colors . . . always smiling. Wargaref War? poAacA 5217 - 16th Street MI 4-2898 Holy Child Sodality 1-2-3-45 Class Vice-President 35 President of Student Council 45 Literary Staff 45 Basketball Intramural 15 Glee Club 1-2-3-45 Chemistry Club 45 Secretary of French Club 35 Latin Club 35 Dramatics 2-3-45 Dancing 2-35 String Ensemble 1-2-3-45 Prom Committee 3. Margie . . . another Chopin . . . plenty of grey matter . . . pleasant speaking voice . . . likes to harmonize . . . worries about her hair . . . perfect president of Student Council . . . always prepared . . . athletic brother . . . one of a trio . . . scientific bent . . . tall and thin . . . Girls. Warion .jlegm Scdimpf 258 Haines Street VI 4-8856 St. Vincent de Paul Sodality 1-2-3-45 Spanish Club 2-35 President 35 Busi- ness Club 3-45 Dramatics 3-45 Dancing 2-3. Small and dainty . . . talkative . . . infectuous giggle . . . exuberant nature . . . tiny feet . . . always going somewhere . . . speaks very quickly . . . energetic . . . pretty blue eyes . . . nice teeth . . . friendly . . . even disposition . . . enjoys a good time . . . Oh, it was a riot. r Cl X MW' f U-JJ f Q . .' Karl' . a ,- f V ,,.., f J-J 1' 40' ,. of X to ,- wi g 1 4 Joan ,gud .sinifl 2615 Somerset Street SA 2-1402 Corpus Christi Sodality l-2-3-4g Mission Leader 1-2-3-45 Yearbook Staff 1-2-3-49 Basketball Varsity 2-3-43 Intramural 1-2-3-4g Glee Club l-2-3-43 French Club 35 Business Club 3-43 Dramatics 2-3-43 Dancing 2-3. Smitty . . . mellow miss 5' 5 . . . fascinating brown eyes . . . miniature waist . . . glib guard . . . sweeping eyelashes . . . chic clothes . . . keeps Vincent busy with the scissors . . . the other half of the Dedee duo . . . in demand as a baby sitter . . . that famous brother Norman . . . all aboard for Immaculata . . . her own speech inflections . . . Do you have any money for the Missions? Odn gafgdfd YUHIMLOXJ 265 Spencer Street WA 4-8793 . a s Sodality 1-2-3-43 Eucharistic Leader 1-2-3-45 French Club 3g Science Club 23 Business Club 3-4g Dancing 2-39 String Ensemble 1-23 Dramatics 2-3-45 Glee Club 2-3-4. Wows West Point . . . a swell model . . . her spe- cialty: Holy Hour . . . that giggle . . . vivacious . . . long anecdotes . . . lustrous hair . . . beautiful cornplexion . . . keeps Rita and Jean busy . . . the grass is greener in Wyoming . . . Pepsodent smile . . . uncertain about her future . always in a dith . . er . . . that worried look on Tuesday . . . Got a letter today. St Helen ' Wnary Jane tmofored Qfwnzef 5209 C Street MI 4-5991 St. Ambrose Sodality 1-2-3-4g Spanish Club 2-35 Secretary 2-39 Busi- ness Club 3-45 Secretary 33 Dramatics 2-3-43 Glee Club I-2-3-4. Wennie . . . class clown . . . slender . . . witty . . . Pop's pamphlet distributor . . . ambition to have long hair . . . Olney fan . . , full of nonsense . . . gift of gala 1 . . buy it at Lit's . . . relishes retreats . . . sews sharp plaid h t M a s . . . What say, hey? 'N Z' f?i53?'5 V' f, V ,QM , gf' X521 ,- A I ,. if- !Q AT LAST THE COMPLETION y Way of I TRODUCTIO 4' AM THE GHOST of the school year past. A rather literate ghost at that, for you see I, too, was once a writer. Short stories, poems, essays and dramas flowed off my pen in the twinkling of an eye. I don't do much writing nowadays, it is too hard to obtain the necessary material where I am stationed. Nevertheless, I take a great interest in everyone else's work. Take these following pages, for instance. My fellow cadavers and I perused them carefully those long winter months and now pronounce them thor- oughly delightful. We are most interested in the Seniors' contributions, for after four years of drill on literary forms, they are sure to respond with several masterpieces. What caught my eye first was that clever story by Virginia Gilligan. Perhaps you didn't know, but I am on a speaking acquaintance with Angel 5x40cl, a very good fellow. I can predict a great future for that voluminous writer, Marie Louise Ritchotte. Being a tramp myself, at heart, you can guess which of her pieces I enjoyed most. Mary Lou Brann's story made me realize the heartaches that the lighting men must endure. What a versa- tile girl that joan Greipp is! Writing both prose and poetry doesn't' phase her. After reading Nancy O'Connor's article on cheerleading. I can't refrain from giving a few Hurrahs in praise of the editor's contributions. I hope you will all heed the points which Patricia Hartsough and jane Rafferty brought out in their editorial. Since many of my own literary attempts appeared in the Ghost's Gazette, I was overjoyed with the report of their interview with Mr. Slocum. Pat I-Iartsough's story was splendidly done and I hope you didn't miss the moral. Jane would have us believe that she can't draw, judging from her I heard lhe trailing garmenli of the nighz, Ar I .mt in my quiet naohf I .raw her taurh with while moonlight, The freer heride the bf00k. humourous essay. Well take it from me-she can't! Don't miss the quartet of essays on the Seasons written by the hard working senior members of the literary staff. I know Margaret Rohach's favorite time of the year. Perhaps it is the absence of school worries that she enjoys most during that season. The senior poems were excellent, Marie Louise Ritchotte, Kathleen Masse, joan Smith and joan Greipp would have given Keats and Shelley quite a scare if those famous 19th century masters were still living. In the junior class, that peerless peregrinator, Jeanine Pasquariello enthralled me with the accounts of her interesting trip abroad. That Our Lady should never be by-passed is clearly illu- strated by Catherine Miralles. The humourous essays by Phyllis Beggin and Kathleen Branco lightened many a blue Monday for me. The sole junior poet, Patricia McKenna, inspired me with her tribute to the Blessed Mother. The sophomores are not to be outdone either. Joan Donnelly and Claire Knapp are both poets and story tellers. Mary Alice Kenny's poem on the Assumption is particularly timely for this is the year of the proclamation of the dogma. I was very pleasantly surprised when I saw how well the freshmen were represented. Doris Cooke, that experienced equestrienne, gave me quite a treat with her beautifully descriptive essay. I hope that Betty Peileke keeps her sense of humour despite any injuries sustained on the hockey fieldl Also, may Theresa Smith soon reconcileherself to the new T.V. set. Well, it's getting dark now, and you all know that we spirits are busiest during the evening hours. Until next year- Adieu! I .ww the deer come down to drink, On the hunk of the liztle Jtream: The owl in the tree Jeemed deeply In think, For he hooted :wire in my dream. Marie Louise Ritrhatle, '51 Info lbe Heaifenf Our Lady did rixe, From tbir our earlb up info .fbe Jkiex, Sbe amended to beaoen, body and foul, To Ibal abode wbicb if ezferyone'1 goal. Tbrougb all lbe reniufief, in every land, To all Jbe bas given a belping band, ln .rorroug in pain, in woe and in rare, We bumbly Jeek ber, our Motber mov fair. Merrifzzlly kind Jbe ever will be, Obtaining fazforf for you and for me Oh Heazfenir Brigbl Sfar, Our Queen of Peace. By ufboxe inlerreuion, we pray, wan will ceaie. And ye! onto more to !bi,r earth .rbe will mme, Holding lbe band of ber beloved Son, Calling uf all lo voine to ber Jide, To rife with ber and in Heaven abide. Mary A. Kenny, '53 ' welwsfwk Q L A., . ,af S Q. v. .f -W 3: ,MA41 1 ' . ,M .v,,, -'-,L H., f ' 4' 19 l tex in by fl --lif ki -'X .2-am., , ,. Mae fda ,mf Progress and World Peace WEBSTER DEFINES progress simply as a step forward, a brief definition but a mean- ingful one. Modern man, with all his marvelous inventions, feels certain that he has indeed made progress. With the advent of the Atomic Age have come amazing discoveries in medicine and other allied fields. New wonder drugs such as penicillin, streptomycin, and aureomycin have relieved some of the formerly incurable ailments of mankind. The door to atomic power, hailed by some as a Saviour of mankind and by- others as a diabolical machination, has been unlocked. The assembly line, as originated by Henry Ford, has greatly accelerated the output of manufactured goods. These and other examples are cited as proof that our age is indeed an age of progress. Yet, if one takes a closer look at the facts, it seems that for every step forward that man takes materially, he takes two steps backwards spiritually. Never before in history has the whole world been so morally decadent. Countries once Christian- France, for example-have crumbled because moral values have been discarded. In place of them man has adopted a code of mores or cus- toms that he has changed to suit his own individual needs. Divorce, an almost unheard of thing a century ago, is now tolerated and even advised on the flimsiest of grounds. So-called mercy killings are now considered humane practices. Slowly but surely, man is attempting to usurp rights which belong to God This he labels Progress. In trying to adjust himself to this changing world, man has formulated and furthered the growth of certain political and religious idealogies. The most powerful ones are the three isms -- Fascism, Nazism, and Communism. The first two have been conquered by democratic nations but the third has continued to grow and to grasp more and more nations in its deadly grip. Begun as a small movement, it has taken hold of the masses with a speed comparable only to the beginnings of the Christian religion. But where Christianity has raised the dignity of man to a level never previously reached, Communism has crushed it to a point where it is barely recognizable. Com- JANE RAFFERTY, '51 Par Hanrsoucx-r, '51 munism is a doctrine which is basically opposed to every thing that Americans believe in. Only now are the people of democratic countries beginning to combat it. How? Invariably, the method proposed is war. Nations seem to regard war as a universal panacea for the illnesses of the world. Yet, it appears that all the wars of history have not succeeded in bringing about that much desired elusive end-peace. In 1914, we entered a war which the President promised would safe- guard the world against all further attacks. What did it accomplish? Nothing. Did it bring about peace and security? No, for approximately twenty- five years later, the same country that we had conquered waged another war. Again we were victorious. As the popular saying goes, We won the war, but we lost the peace. Again today, the whole world is in the same muddled condition. On June 25, 1950, the United Nations made a decision to defend Korea. This move will have very serious repercussions. We offer as a perfect solution the greatest ism' of all-Catholicism. The cry for Catholic action is loud. More Christophers are needed to bear Christ's name to the waiting world. The fields of television, radio, journalism, politics and various others are wide open for new ideas, ideas that will raise man again to the dignity he first possessed. Who can do this better than those who know and abide by the moral law? Because of the great influence television bears on fascinated men, women, and children, what better opportunity is there to present Christian ideals than through this medium? But as we click that little knob what appears? Cowboys, murder stories, and variety shows. Nowadays, children, instead of playing house, imitate murderers. Is it any wonder so many people are mentally deranged and war- loving? Yes, this mechanism has its many dis- advantages but at a closer view it is not wholly bad. Perhaps by showing good example and knit- ting the family closer together it may aid in solv- ing some of the many world problems. Another field that has taken as many steps backward as forward is that of literature. The Church has led the way to culture and has num- bered among her ranks many fine writers since early times. Who is going to retrace this path and rid the world of its chaos? There are few well- known Catholic authors today. Those most widely read are G. K. Chesterton and Hilaire Belloc. Thomas Merton, a young Catholic author, is not only gaining great prominence in literary circles but at the same time, is bringing Christian ideals to light. These are the people to watch so that we may follow in their footsteps. Through them, the young journalist will learn how to herald the cry for Catholic Action through the pen. From the condition of the world today, it is obvious that there are no real leaders, merely politicians. Without competent men to guide us, progress is at a standstill. The biggest mistake our leaders are making is leaving out the One through Whose help, we can win the peace. Without God we can do nothing. Only when the nation is led by able men who give due credit to God, can there be peace and unity among all peoples. Again, we use Webster to define the word unity , He says that it is the state of oneness or singleness. One is very small, but not an easy number to achieve. 'To begin with we must have unity of the family. If there is oneness in the family, the state will be as one and it will build itself into a single nation. We cannot expect other nations to have unity until we ourselves have attained it. This is the year of decision. This is the time when we must decide what we are going to do and how we are going to do it. We can reach a verdict only by uniting into a peaceful, God-loving body and by deciding on certain principles that must be carried outg also by building up men who can bear the brunt with courageous souls, men who turn to God when they know they need Him. We cannot count time by years but by progress. Let this be the year of construction rather than destruction. Let us tear down the foundation of the past year and begin to rebuild with God's help. Unless the Lord buildeth the house, they labor in vain that buildeth it. WHA T! Not Again WHAT A FASCINATING TITLE! And how well it fits into the woeful tale I have to tell of my own dear family and our hopes. What are they? Ah, dear reader, that is the trouble. We're beginning to wonder ourselves. You see, it all started last February when the moving bug bit us--as he so villainously does every two or three-years. But this time it was going to be different, so we thought! Our latest tactics called for an entirely new house. After all, there were certainly enough new houses being built and somebody had to buy them, so-why not us? fLater we were to say, But why us? j After dis- cussing the matter thoroughly, it was brought to a vote and unanimously agreed that we launch a search for a modern dwelling. We then set out. The search which followed is something I would rather not discuss, if you don't mind. Indeed, if any of you have ever gone through the same experience, I'm sure you'll understand. As PHYLLIS BEGGIN, '52 usually happens, after persevering efforts, we found our dream house -well anyway, a plot of land situated on Cottman Street, in the residential section of Mayfair. We stood around ecstatically when told that it would be constructed by june at the very latest--Hmn! Here is a brief summary of what has happened since that time. March-You'll be in by June. April- We'll start digging any day now. May- A period of damp, rainy weather which lasts until-. july- Hurrah, they've started! Our abode is a pile of dirt. ' ' August- Things are looking up. It's now a pile of rocks. i ' ' ' September- Almost finished and we should be in next month. . ' October-!S'till waiting, but they said we'll be in by November for sure. ' But ' ' 'I wonder ? Your specs can be your . . . WINDOWS 0F THE WDRLD NOW, YOU PROBABLY don't know me. I'm just an old country gent spending my life, what's left of it for me to spend, right here in Countrydell. And I've a little something I'd like to mention after a bit. Nothing special, mind you, but pull up a chair, and you might get interested. Folks around these parts are right nice. just plain, ordinary folks who live day after day, through sunshine and shower, but they mean well and usually manage to keep on the right of the Lord. We take great pride in our town. It's not very bigg I guess the population isn't any more than a hundred, if it's that much. We haven't any skyscrapers or big department stores, but jim Collins' General store suits us and we're happy with what we have. That jim Collins is a nice chap. He lets me set my rocking chair on the porch of the store and never bothers me-just lets me sit there all day a-smoking my old briar and dreaming, or else talking to the townfolk. There aren't many people in town today: they all went to Matt Rochson's place. He's going to demon- strate a new electric machine he got for milking his cows. I stayed right here on the porch. I figure that those new fangled ideas will bring city ways to our little town fast enough and I don't aim to rush out and meet them halfway. I prefer the country myself. That clean, fresh feeling in the air, a little brook a-gurgling somewhere near, and birds chirping in the trees on a still summer dayw yes-I guess that's as close to heaven as we'll get in this world and I don't like the idea of letting some giant of a locomotive come snorting in and spoil the dream. Well, that kind of takes me away from what I planned to say- I'm no philosopher but I've seen enough and heard enough in my life to help formulate a little common sense. There's no fool like an old fool, they say. Well, I am old, I've seen seventy-three summers already, but I like to think that I'm not a fool. Now I sit here every day looking out at the passing world through these glasses of mine and I see all kinds of folks--skinny, fat, tall, short, some happy, some sad. Some folks look a little worried, others look so serene you'd think that no matter what happened, they wouldn't blink an eyelash. What is it that makes people so different? Why do some always look so worried and fretful? JOAN GREIPP, '51 How can others go through life looking like they hadn't a worry in the world? Well, like I said before, I'm no philosopher, but I think I know the answers to these questions. I think that the biggest difference is sight. Now don't get me wrong-I don't mean that Hattie Frick is crabby because she needs glasses, or that the wrinkles between young Hank Jessup's eyes are from squint- ing and not from fretting over last month's chicken feed bill, no, I don't mean that. And I don't mean that a cheerful person is s'happy because he happens to have 20120 vision. Take me for instance. I wear glasses, I have to-can't see a thing without them-but still I'm happy. No, I don't mean eyesight when I say sight is the big- gest differenceg no sir, I mean something different. You take these people that have a kind of hind- sight. They're usually moaning about some drought or flood that happened years ago. These poor people look so far back to the past they forget the present and there is no future for them. These are the people that are always troubled. They just let life slip through their fingers. You might say their glasses are clouded with the things of the past and they can't look through them to see the sunshine of today. Next-are you still listening? I get to talking like this and just keep right on going. Light up a smoke if you wantg I always say a smoke helps a feller relax. Well, like I was saying--next are the people who always look happy. Now these are the folks with foresight. They get set for their tomorrows by doing today's job with a smile. That's good advice you know-take care of every today and you won't have to spend time worrying about the future. If something unexpected hap- pens, like as not they're ready to change their plans to fit the need. These people maybe don't have perfect eyesight but leastways they have their glasses on straight and clean 'n they get a good look at the world. Can't help wishin' more folks would use foresight 'stead of hindsight. Might make for a better world to live in. Funny isn't it, how you can take something like a pair of glasses and moralize on them? I wou1dn't be without my glasses though, no sir. I depend on them, you bet-I call them my windows of the world. I ' Well, it's getting late. I see some of the folks ask for me. The name's Tom Awl, yes sir, Tom coming back from Matt's. It was nice of you to C. Awl, stop over. If you're ever in Countrydell again- IMP 011 ANGEL ? JULY 16, 1940 dawned, joyous and eventful. To an excited seven-year-old girl it was the most wonderful day in the world. Yes, she felt her infant sister was perfect. Alas, if she could only have foreseen the havoc this minx would wreak! I-Ier name, of course, had to be Eleanore Rose. Why did they give a tiny infant such a long name? They tell me my mother went to school with a very charming girl named Rose Eleanor. She was a quiet girl, very sweet and patient. Mother thought this sleeping babe resembled this same angelic friend and thus our baby inherited the name. At times I wonder how appearances could have been so deceiving. My theory is that when the name was reversed, the character reversed it- self also. I recall her days at Nursery school, especially when Sister related the tale of the archangel Gabriel. You can picture the family sitting up all night in dire fear! Eleanor Rose had misunder- stood Sister's explanation and tearfully told every- one that Gabriel would blow his horn and take her to heaven that very evening. Then came the Christmas pageant. 'W e were all bursting with pride because our baby was chosen to recite a poem. just why did she take hysterics before the grand opening? What was this non- sense about losing her heart? After many a coax- ing inquiry, we discovered that the poem she was to recite read thus: What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I'd give Him a lamb, If I were a wise man I'd do my part. I know what I'll give Him, I'll give Him my heart. Those were the dark ages but alas, only a prep- aration for the years to come. First, it was my favorite tube of lipstick which, to my distress, also became ber favorite. One day, on returning home from school I found half of it gone. Who did it? Need I think twice? When approached about the subject, she nonchalantly replied that she had eaten it. This question, undoubtedly, will continue to stump my children's children until it has become a traditional tale. KATHLEEN T. BRANCO, '52 Oh, my scintillating Blue Waltz! Eleanor Rose felt the odor of our kitten was most unpleasant and set out to remedy the situation by bathing it in my most expensive scent. What could I say when she employed that famed expression of innocence? With the advance of years her brilliance increased. At the age of seven she could swing on the sub- way poles very professionally. By the time she was eignt, she decided the buses made comfort- able picnic grounds and saved her lunches to munch while riding. Embarrassing? Well, just put yourself in my shoes! Then came the year! Eleanor decided she would have a surprise party. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that, but the hitch was, it surprised my mother, too. Can you picture the bewildered faces of the family when twenty-six mischievous children crashed through the door! But, of course, she was too young to realize what she had done fat least, that's what they sayj. Now, at last she is ten, and what a sophisticated ten! She has perfected her English to such an extent that only she can interpret the words she uses. Her magnetic personality has changed to one of wittiness. Take, for example, the month of the suffering souls during which Eleanor Rose bicycled to church and prayed for Grandmother. When Grandmother explained in her most patient way that she should pray for the dead throughout this month-not the living, she replied brilliantly, that she had prayed for her in advance. Now don't think I'm complaining or criticizing because I am really very fond of her. But when I very gently explain that she has done the wrong thing, should she tell me I have no respect for her? To be sure, we all have our crosses, some heavier than others, and it so happens that mine is in the form of an adorable eighty-pound ten- year-old. Perhaps she does wangle me into many embarrassing situations but then, what would I do without her? I have often wondered! If. for no ofher reason . . Art for Artis' Sake HE WORD ART comes from the Latin ars meaning, of course, art. That astound- ing piece of information exhausts my entire stock of knowledge concerning the subject. Picasso or Rembrandt, it all means the same to me, that is, nothing. Perhaps my liner sensibilities were dulled by my grammar school course in appreciation of art. Every other Friday, out would come our books and everyone would duly turn to the appointed page only to be greeted by a faint out- line of Millet's Angelus or some similar work. Appropriate questions would accompany the study, such as, Describe the color scheme of the peas- ant's costume. This always stopped me com- pletely, for unless I am color blind, the picture was printed entirely in black and white. Upon reaching high school, I was informed of the glad news that we were to have the oppor- tunity to put our dormant artistic ability to work.- Dormant is a particularly descriptive adjectiveg I might even call it mourant, for my ability failed to wake up at all. However, each Wednesday I dutifully attended the class fno alternative was offered, and attempted to soak up some culture. Alas! to no avail! How could any rational being expect me to draw a proverb in Old English print when I have difficulty writing my own name legibly in Modern American? ' JANE RAFFERTY, '51 Our next assignment was to decorate a small wooden bucket using a Pennsylvania Dutch motif. Daubing a bit of paint here and there, I quickly executed land I use the word advisedlyj the masterpiece. My only hope is that no one from Up-State ever lays eyes on it. Yet, I feel rather safe, for on its arrival home it was soon relegated to the darkest regions of the cellar. Too nice to use, the family said. Sometimes I wonder! By Sophomore year I had perfected a system. Whenever my work was to be examined, I would be engrossed in offering constructive criticism to my classmate's drawing or, better still, by some stroke of luck, my pencil would need sharpening. By the time I came back to my desk, the art instructor would have passed on to the next girl, much to my relief. Then, happy day! junior year came providing blessed relief from that weekly ordeal. For one whole year I was carefree, but the respite was indeed brief for, on becoming a senior, I dis- covered that art was again included in our curricu- lum. Caught unaware, I could only sit back help- lessly, also art-lessly. Yet I feel that my teacher no longer expects much of me for she smiles knowingly as she glances at my feeble attempts, pauwa of ww. On far-flung hattlejieldr of gray, A soldier jqgblf, weuried, Grimy with the ,ilth of war. Shots ring through the day and mighty The Voice of Peare ir heard no more. The wounded moan, and in each moan ir heard The hearthreahr and the pain. A .rentfy ir alertedg That glimmer is moonlight on a hostile gun The enemy approarher, And through the long and hitter night A motheff lonely heart mllr to her ron. joan Gffipp, '51 64 A Soldier 's Prayer T HE ROARING, CRACKLING sound of guns and cannons ceased at last. The night was calm and as a soldier relaxed, he cast his eyes toward the heavens. The sky seemed especially radiant with twinkling Stars and well it should be, for tonight was Christmas Eve. How different it was from the happy hours which his family had spent together each December 24th! As he regarded the grim faces of his comrades, he could not help wonder- ing if they all missed home as much as he. Rever- ently, he bent his head and prayed to God that he would soon be reunited with his family. At this moment a dispatch was sent out that his division was to return to the camp to rest after the many days of hard fighting. The soldiers gladly obeyed but almost all found it impossible to rest- Christmas Eve and so many miles from home. The barracks were located near a small town and the soldier, not being able to sleep, arose and wandered toward the village. As he strolled through the deserted streets, he suddenly heard faint strains of heaven-like music. Following the sound, he came upon the shattered remains of what must have been, at one time, a small cottage. The lonely soldier crept up and peered through a window. He was startled by what he saw taking place before his weary but hopeful eyes. There appeared a tiny room dimly lit by the flicker of a candle. This light revealed a man, woman and two children. He watched as they MARY Lou BRANN, '51 raised their voices in chant and then knelt in solemn prayer. The room was cold and bare, there was no Christmas tree with gayly colored balls or lights nor brightly wrapped presents to be found, nevertheless, an air of perfect peace and calmness reigned within. How different this was from his memory of Christmas Eve at home and yet, as he gazed at this humble family, he suddenly realized how very much like his own family they were. The woman's tired though kind face, outlined by soft brown hair, much resembled the picture he held so dear in his wallet, Then there was that characteristic anxious expression of the man that reminded the soldier so much of the day his father had come home after losing his job. And the pious little girl looked quite a bit like Sally, espe- cially when his younger sister opportunely acquired that angelic countenance after having done some- thing wrong. Picturing himself as the young boy in the scene, the soldier intently observed the family and imagined he was reliving a Christmas Eve at home. He must have remained for an hour or more, just standing there, in the cold of the night. Finally, the small candle was snuffed out and the little family went to rest their tired heads for the night. The soldier whispered good-night and lifting his eyes toward heaven, thanked God for this answer to a soldier's prayer. THE TYPICAL TRAMP IN ANY CITY PARK, along the streets, or near the railroad tracks one can find the shabby tramp. His favorite position is sitting, and near him usually are the newspapers he has used dur- ing the night as insulation. It's cheaper to sleep outside, he thinks. If you want to hear his story he will charge different rates. For twenty-five, fifty cents, or a dollar, he gives three different stories of his fall to ruin. He will panhandle on MARIE LOUISE RITCHOTTE, '51 street corners or in front of restaurants, beg from door to door, and in cold weather he will allow himself to be arrested for vagrancy and spend his thirty days in a nice, warm cell. He will steal and ride the rails to avoid the gendarmes. He is chased by dogs, sworn at by men, and ill-used in many ways, but he will go to any extreme to avoid gainful labor even though he has a twelve- hour day to do it. Te ay are HE INDIAN SUMMER sunshine drifted through the multi-colored trees, creating a pattern of autumnal beauty. The creek flowed serenely by, broken only by the occasional ripple of a curious fish. The wide bridle path stretched before you and on either side the various colors of autumn, including a splash of late red and blue summer flowers, composed a masterpiece, a sym' phony of color. Wlioa, girl! The mare was restless. The crisp autumn air hlled her with a yearning to race, to match the speed of the wind. She was a tall bay mare, almost seventeen hands high, a picture of beauty and poise with a mane black as coal and a long graceful tail. She wanted to run and soon every fibre of your own body was Hlled with the same spirit and restlessness, but you checked your eagerness until you reached the straight-away. A long stretch of ground free from the hills and sharp curves, this was used for running horses. You knew that within, her powerful muscles wanted to stretch out but outwardly her impatience was shown only by the tossing of her finely chiseled head. As she pranced through the bridle path, her head high, she looked like a queen sur- veying her lands. Finally, as you round the bend, the huge pine tree comes in sight, the starting point of the straight-away. The mare senses it with you and quickens her pace. Before you let her free, you stop, dismount and nhigher your stirrupsf' Remounting, you walk her to the pine tree. She stands ready, awaiting only your command, upon which she speeds for- ward. The beauteous shades around you are seen no more as all blend into one green-brown mass. You thrill to the air biting your face and the a saw mms you Kulbleen Mane, '51 Doius Cooke. '54 stinging mane the wind has blown back. It brings tears to your eyes and menacingly seems about to tear you from the saddle. You bend lower hugging the mare's neck, urging her on to still greater speed. When she pulls on the bit, you let her go and she races ahead with almost incredible swift- ness. What a feeling of power and greatness comes with the realization that with the tightening of the rein and a pressure of the knee you can con- trol this fury surging beneath you! You glory in the feeling that you're almost flyingg at this moment you want never to stop. An encouraging word in the mare's ear is carried away and lost on the wind. Her beautiful, effortless stride carries you over the rough terrain. All too soon now you see through blurred eyes, the turn in the road that marks the end of the straight-away. You reluc- tantly gather the reins and tighten your knees. The mare gradually slackens her pace and the now calmer warm air dries the tears in your eyes. Once more the wall of green and brown takes the form of trees and bushes. The trail is no longer a long unbroken auburn line but gradually takes shape, an occasional weed patch or rut becomes distinguishable. You stop the panting mare and, loosening her girth, you run your hand along her sweating neck and tuck the wet fetlock in the headband. She nudges you affectionately and you give her the carrot she knows you have brought. With a final pat you leave her to rest while you sink under the great oak tree nearby and let the serenity of the woods engulf you. When the mare's breathing becomes easier, you tighten the girth once more and mount. You ride off towards the creek and the woods swallow you and the bay mare from view. A girl who never lirlenr In or .reekr for idle rbntfer, A girl who i.r attentive to every lilfle illdllff, Wfbo rerignr lverrelf to .rtudy wills liltle or no complainl, And drier her work for God alone and not io garner fume, A girl u'lm'.r uluwyx ready lo help will: any tails, You never have in max ber. just politely ark. A girl whair here to .rave her .mul and bring back :bore artray Ir the type of girl you're sure lo find at our own S.M.A. Lead Thou, Kindly Light THE STREET on which the Sommers family lives is a typical American block set off by a staunch column of trees along the margin of the road. They were planted, of course, by the bud- ding city of Roseland. The typical husbands of this town are much too' busy with office business, the wives, with other people's business, and the children, with monkey business to fiddle around with sowing seeds. Speaking about fiddles, we find the young hero of our story swaying in time to the terrible tune of his violin. A mass of unruly blonde hair covers his forehead as he bends to catch the misplaced notes and to watch the long, slim fingers run the bow over each string lovingly. All of a sudden the hair jolts back in place and a pair of startled deep blue eyes glance toward the vociferous voice coming from the other side of the porch. Honestly, Bill, if you don't stop screeching on that violin, I'm going to commit suicide. Oh, Peg, don't be such a grouch. How do you think I like it when those silly friends of yours start yodeling all over the place? That's different, sniffs Peg. You're telling me it's different! laughs Bill, his blue eyes dancing merrily. You make me sick, Bill Sommers, and I'm going to tell Mother right this minute. A flash of red pigtails, a temper to match them and a slam of the door mark Peg's departure. Well, what was that little gust of wind ? asks Jack as he mounts the steps by two's and plops into the already dislocated lounging chair. Oh, that bratty sister of mine is always complain- ing about something. This time it's my violin practicing. ' Oh, you know how kids are! states the six- teen-year-old jack. Hey, talking about practice, let's go down to the baseball field. The two boys shuffle lazily toward the play- ground, crowded with the spring-sport-minded teenagers. They mingle among the boys, exchange hearty greetings and accept an invitation to join the game. Shouts of Wow, what a catch! , Boy, is this ball hard! and We certainly need more practice, are heard besides the usual jabber and PATRICIA HARTSOUGH, '51 juvenile jubilation. Bill pivots to answer a far- flung question and fails to hear the excited cries of his teammates until he turns around and meets the ball head on. He sprawls inert upon the moist ground attempting to push away the deep fog clouding his head. His brain seems to whirl and whirl. An outcry that the doctor is on his way eases the pain somewhat. Slowly he revives as he breathes in the sharp aroma of smelling salts and feels the deft fingers probing his head. Dully he opens his eyes. Everything seems just blank. His hands go swiftly to his eyes pulling and pushing the lids apart. He tries to think. I must be dreaming, but no, I can hear the whispered remarks of the people standing about. I can distinguish the doctor's deep voice mumbling to a few close bystanders, 'He seems to be all right. No skull fracturel' Bill's wild hysterical sobbing brings the crowd closer to him. I'm blind, can't you see, I'm blind! The audience, tearfully, steals off. Bill has his first ride in an ambulance. After a brief stay in the hospital he returns home. Somehow it is different as everything is now- but here, we will let Bill tell his own story: I attended the Blind Institute. I wasn't like everyone else and worst of all, people pitied me- even my own family pitied me. I becamc bitter and morbid and moped about my room not wanting to see anyone. My buddy, Jack, continued to visit me the first few weeks and tried to relate the latest happenings at school and the newest football plays for this season's games, but I took it as mere sym- pathy and felt he would finally grow tired of me. For what could I do that he did? I couldn't play football. One day, my sister Peg, who had been all sugar and spice these days, brought my violin upstairs. 'Play something Bill. You haven't been prac- ticing for ages.' Spiteful1y I threw the violin to the floor. You stupid fool,' I shouted, 'how can I ever play? I can't see the notes. Get out of here! You're just like all the rest-'Poor Bill, he's blind.' Get outl' As if in response, my foot accidentally kicked the rejected violin and I timidly pressed my fingers over the smooth case. With it once more so close, I felt the old urge to play. For a long while I merely rippled the bow across the taut strings and then a clear picture of my favorite piece came to my mind and I started to play it softly. I was amazed as my listening ears keenly caught the beautiful drifting strains, sounding sweeter than ever before. A soft foot upon the carpet and I quickly laid my treasure aside and sat listlessly waiting. 'Bill,' said Mother gently, 'I was calling you to dinner but I guess you didn't hear me because of your radio.' Radiol What radio?' I asked. 'Why Bill, yoursl' But I didn't have the radio on.' 'Well that's funny, I distinctly heard a violin somewhere' Then Mother spied the fiddle and cried out happily, 'Bill, you were playing, weren't you? Why it was wonderful! It sounded-why-heavenly, Billl' I could distinctly detect the tears in Mother's voice. Yes, I was. But it couldn't have been that good after all these weeks of not having had any prac- 'tice. Oh, I understand. You're trying to make me feel I was great. Well, I won't have any of your flattery.' 'No Bill, honestly it was, it-well anyway, come on down to dinnerl' I don't want any.' 'All right-I'm sorry.' She went downstairs, I knew, deeply hurt. Why did I have to be so resentful to everyone's praise? Why couldn't I just be my old self? Everybody's changed. I fingered my fiddleg the warm strings calmed me. I began to play another song I knew and somehow it did sound more beautiful than ever before. Of course, it was my imagination, but yet- After a while the boys discontinued their morale-building visits. They were always inviting me here and there but I repeated time and time again that I was too busy. They merely asked me because they felt sorry for me and I would most likely become a nuisance. During this time I learned Braille and other means of seeing, and threw myself into my music without anyone's knowledge. I would sit for hours picking out the notes and, finally after many months of perseverance and toil, I accomplished melody after melody. Then it dawned on me to write my own com- positions. The beginning was most unsuccessful and I was tempted to surrender, but after thinking the plan over, I came to the conclusion it was worth while since I had nothing else to do. Every emotion I possessed created my first work and when I played it, thoughts of joy and peace came to my heart. I never thought of Mother's hovering eyes over one she loves and, without my knowledge during these constant sessions, a worried ear would be listening close-by to the pieces. One night a strange man came to the house for dinner, He was Mr. Morgan, a business associ- ate of Dad's. I shly answered his few questions and as was a custom, found the way to my sanctuary and settled down to my little concert. I commenced the latest piece which told the story of all my dreams and hopes of a happy future and my arm swung back and forth as if telling the violin everything for which my heart yearned. When it ended I jumped up startled, as the door burst open and I recognized the excited voice of Mr. Morgan. 'My boy, let me shake your hand. Why you're a genius! Now as soon as I can arrange it, you'll be on my talent show.' I stood there, dazed and unbelieving. Everyday I practiced and practiced. The night finally arrived. Everyone had a word of encouragement to offer and I took it gladly. Mother straightened my tieg Sis shyly kissed me on the cheek and Dad gave me a man to man pat on the back. The show began. I waited for my turn back- stage and listened to the nervous mumblings of the other contestants as they hastened off the stage. Then it struck. That terrible bitterness and fear. I ran to the talent scout. I can't go on, sir. I can't play in front of those people. They'Il pity me because I'm blind. Please sir, give me my violin. I'm going home. 'My boy, you can't walk out now. Have cour- age. They won't pity you. Why they'll wish they could play half as well.' No, give me my violin! 'We can't find it, Bill. It must have been mis- placed. Everyone's looking for it!' You've got to find it. I need it. It's my best friend. Oh, if only I could see.' 'Here it is. But, Bill, please let me say one thing before you run away. You were begging us for your violin, your music. You said you needed it. It was your best friend. What about all those people? Suppose they never have any music. Most of them can't even read notes but they find com- fort in knowing that they can turn on their radio at any time and have some lilting melody to brighten their day. They realize too, Bill, that they may come to a show such as this and see youths like yourself filling the places of those who are growing old. Bill, let them be content in knowing there will always be someone who can give them the happiness that music brings. They need you. They depend upon you. Will you help them? I took up my cherished violin and allowed them to guide me onto the stage. Silence seemed to Hll every Corner of the room and, pretending I was again in the solitude of my room, I lifted the bow and let my soul fill its every motion. I was Wherever you are, I will always be . . . so completely lost in my own dreams that as I finished I was amazingly awakened by the pro- found sound of thunderous applause. Mr. Morgan announced that the applause meter registered No. 15 as the winner. Why, that was my num- ber! He also declared that contestant No. 15 was a blind boy named Bill Sommers. Blind? Blind? I heard from the audience. They didn't pity me. I had won by myself! They needed me! Tears of triumph and peace surged down my face and I whispered a prayer of thanks to God who had replaced my eyes with the glorious gift of music. I could hear Mom and Dad proudly cheering me from their front-row seats and yes, there adding hers was Peg and even those silly girl friends. 'God bless them a1l,' I breathed as the curtain rang down. AT YDUR SIDE I AM THE GUARDIAN ANGEL of Saint Mary's Academy. I see and do many things. I'm always around, but you seldom think of me. I am the one who calls a Sister to the telephone when you are going to have a test and need a few precious minutes to study. Sometimes I even man- age to persuade a Sister to postpone a test. Remem- ber the last English Literature check-up when you were racking your grey matter but couldn't possibly recall who was the greatest poet of the sixteenth century? Well, I was the lifesaver who pestered the Holy Ghost to inspire you. And it worked too, didn't it? You can be sure that this type of work is rather nerve shattering, but the next time honor cards are awarded, listen carefully, because I applaud the loudest and longest for all of you. Of course, I have a great many other duties. I am kept very busy at basketball games by those annoying shots that teeter on the rim and I simply must fly like lightning from the bench and give them just the tiniest tap in for two points. During the hockey season I am always sore and bruised. I get so, as you would say, beat up trying to help you drive that evasive ball into the cage for a goal. Every year I look forward to Christmas time. It is so much fun then at the grammar school Christ- mas play when all the young ones look so unnatu- rally innocent, and the carols frequently make me cry. How I love prom night when the marble hall is magically transformed into a huge pink cloud with your sparkling eyes providing the starlike light. I was very happy to receive a new charge this year. I mean the new building, or course. Many a day, I was seriously contemplating requesting God to spare me an assistant, particularly when those workmen kept running up and down the shaking roof beams with nothing to hold on to but my poor wings. However, thank God, the men, my wings, and I are still intact. Yet all the trouble was surely worth it. just look at the new building and you will see what I mean! A really critical period is play time. I have to be in so many places at once. Someone on the stage will completely forget her lines, and I have to whisper them in her ear. Then a stagehand will, at the same time, involuntarily turn into a juggler with a tray full of glasses and I'll have to steady her lest your emoting be suddenly inter- rupted by a loud crash. The month of May is also a happy time around St. Mary's. It is inspiring to perch in the highest tree on the front campus and watch the lovely you form to honor the patron of our school, Mary. I am always proud when I show this to jesus for He is very pleased with the homage paid to His Blessed Mother and He blesses each and every one of you for it. -Another festive day in this month is May Day. The year wouldn't be complete without this happy frolicking on the lawn and I must say that I think you are all expert dancers. It is only at graduation time that I become truly sad. I regret to see the seniors leave, but don't you think for a moment that I lose contact with them. I'm always my busybody self, eavesdropping at every alumnae meeting to hear all about your col- lege life, your new positions or your own little Never forgef . . . families. The only disappointment comes when I check my roll book and find so many absent. You know you're not being fair to me, because I like to hear all the Current news, too. In closing now, I just want to remind you that I'm watching you all the time and it makes me very happy to be able to boast about you to the guardian angels of other schools. Remember, let me have my fun. Good-bye for now. By Guardian Angel 5x4Ocl, as told to VIRGINIA GILLIGAN, '51 THE W0 0DEN LAD Y FIRE CONSUMES PLEASURE LINER 'TA- DOUSAC' ON SAINT LAWRENCE! ELEVEN CI-IARRED BODIES FOUND. UNKNOWN NUMBERS INJUREDI BOAT COMPLETELY DESTROYED ! GN AUGUST 15, 1950, the newspapers all over the world Haunted these headlines. I wonder how many readers knew the ironic story behind those bare, cold facts-why the Tadousac came to such a tragic end in a bed of fire? Why she never completed her second voyage? Why she, the Tadousac, never saluted the Wooden Lady ? On August 13th, the new boat made her maiden voyage up the Saint Lawrence River. Among the spots of interest on the voyage was the statue on the coast by the village of Taclousac. Many years ago, a young French Catholic, stricken by a fatal disease, promised to erect a wooden statue to Mary Immaculate on the Saint Lawrence if she would obtain for him ten more years of life. The French- man, who was a skilled craftsman in his line, carved Our Lady and placed her high on the promontory which juts out into the bay of the great river at Tadousac just across from the wilds of Labrador. Mary did more than keep her half of the bargain. The young French Catholic lived to give twenty years of his life to glorifying God. And so, through the years, the pleasure liners, plying the Saint Lawrence, have always stopped at the statue on the high rocks at Tadousac to pay homage to Mary, Queen of All.the Amer- icas -Queen from the barren wastes of Canada across the stretch of territory even to Guadalupe, MARY CATHERINE MIRALLES, '52 which covers plain and mountains, from North to South. Well, on that August 13th, four hundred pas- sengers-Catholic, Protestant and jew, waited with bated breath to see the magnificent display of ship lights, which were always focused upon the majes- tic statue, and to sing the poignant strains of the Ave Maria as they drifted past the Guardian of the old Saint Lawrence. But the passengers waited in vain. No lights were shown, no hymn was sung. The reason? The Captain of the Tadousac was a materialist, and did not want the newly christened ship to be behind schedule on her first voyage, so he stated he could not waste the time. After all, he scoffed, she's only a Wooden Lady. So, the proud little ship, with all her power, steamed up the Saint Lawrence and ignored the Wooden Lady. Then, as the Canadian twilight fell, the boat turned around to go back to Montreal. On the return voyage that night, a priest on the boat reproached the Captain with the question, Don't you know that besides four hundred people, you've disappointed the Mother of God? The Captain then condecended to allow the Ave Maria to be played, but not from any love of Mary. Later that night the Tadousac went into dry- dock and prepared for the voyage of August 15, 1950. But that voyage, as we'know, was never completed and the haughty vessel and its Captain never received another opportunity to salute and pay homage to Mary Immaculate, the Wooden Lady, Queen of land and sea. Thus, was verified the thought contained in that age-old prayer, There are none that can withstand her power. lVhere Juniper meets F ilbert WIN PHILADELPHIA NEARLY EVERY- BODY READS THE BULLETIN is the much publicized slogan of what many consider Philadelphia's finest newspaper. Having decided to investigate the whys of this statement, we arranged for an interview with Mr. Richard Slocum, Secretary and General Manager of the Bulletin. We were received very cordially. Mr. Slocum, a very tall and impressive' gentleman, answered our inquiries completely and compre- hensively. We began with the following question: Jane and Pat: Mr. Slocum, many girls at St. Mary's are interested in journalism. Are there any jobs open to the high school graduate in that field? Mr. Slocum: Definitely, Pat and jane, a high school graduate fits very well into a newspaper office. One thing I would recommend to every girl is that she learn shorthand. One never knows how handy this may be in any job. Secretarial jobs are very important in the business world. The secretary is many times the brains behind the boss. A man needs someone to take care of all the little details for which he doesn't have time. Per- sonnel jobs are open to girls with high school training, especially to the girls with pleasant voices. Theirs is the job of selling the newspaper and of soliciting ads for it. You'd be surprised to hear that some of the girls with the most pleasant voices are the ones with the homely faces. Espe- cially now, that the draft is in force, we expect to have more women in our office. Naturally, all the men will be glad to have them back. Jane and Pat: Mr. Slocum, do you consider Journalism an overcrowded field? Mr. Slocum: My answer to that, girls, is very brief and to the point. I don't consider any field overcrowded if the candidate shows ability. There is always room for the person who is talented and has the ambition to do the work. Jane and Pat: What do you think of the School of journalism as compared to the English courses offered in Colleges? V Mr. Slocum: I would recommend the English Major from the college every time. A broader background is offered which is extremely impor- tant in any literary field. I would advise the aspir- PA1- HARTSOUGH, '51 JANE RAFFERTY, '51 ing journalist to take all the English' courses available as well as other courses that can be fitted in. jane and Pat: How does a paper gather all its news from the various cities and countries? Mr. Slocum: Let us glance over this latest edi- tion of our Bulletin. First of all, you see at the head of each news item the place where the article originatedg e.g., up in the left hand corner is a dispatch from Washington. In Washington we have stationed three men whose job it is to wire us of any new development. We have one man in Pittsburgh, another in Baltimore, and perhaps you have heard of our famous European correspondent, Morley Cassidy. We are also affiliated with several news syndicates, such as, The Associated Press and the United Press. These are large organizations that have reporters throughout the globe, and they sell us news. They also send us pictures such as you see here which can be readily identified by the small print underneath that says 'Wire Photo.' These are sent over the telegraph by a process similar to that of television. I know that your senior class will enjoy watching this process when they make their visit on january 31st. Jane and Pat: Could you let us in on some of the inside information on those popular comics, Mr. Slocum? Mr. Slocum: Having six children myself, I know just how popular those funnies are. Here's something you can boast about when you go home. Look at the comics for this coming Sunday while I illustrate my answer to your question. Comics, girls, are not created by the Bulletin. They are bought from syndicates such as King which is the largest. It would be too expensive a proposi- tion for a paper to deal personally with the artists. The designer of our most popular cartoons has a contract for 3150,000 a year. There are also men not under contract to any certain syndicate and these free-lancers try to sell their own drawings. We use many of them in our Fun Book. Tell your friends who have artistic or creative ability that it is a wonderful as well as a high-paying field. Jane and Pat: How about that all-important section of a paper, the Editorial, Mr. Slocum? Mr. Slocum: Every morning about ten o'clock a staff of ten men gathers in the conference room to consider world affairs and they decide what needs to be written about. They adjourn about 11:00 and each goes to his office and begins to write his opinion on the topic he has selected. This must be completed by three o'clock so that it may bet set up in print. Since the editorial is the writer's personal opinion, it need not be inspected by editors, assistant editors, etc. The material of other staff departments goes through extensive correct- ing and afterwards is sent to the printers or returned for a rewrite. Remember even experienced news columnists can make mistakes. jane and Pat: Do women hold important jobs on the paper? Mr. Slocum: Several women hold rather impor- tant offices. Most of them write columns. The editor of the woman's page is, of course, a woman. As you know, they write articles on fashions, foods and woman celebrities. Dorothy Dix is very familiar to all of you. The Bulletin also has sev- eral women critics. Most of the work on the women's page can be printed several days before- hand. jane and Pat: Does the Bulletin have any cer- tain system for answering its fan mail? Mr. Slocum: Well, about the only thing I can say to this is that the mail truck arrives every morning with stacks of mail. This is then sorted into different departments, e.g., questions on fashion go to the fashion editor. If there is mail for me, my secretary sorts it into the personal and impersonal-so you see the secretary again comes in very handy. If the mail is miscellaneous, we have a special department with files on just about everything and it is this section's work to respond with the brilliant answer the reader wants. In this way everyone is satisfied and we receive few letters of complaint. Jane and Pat: The Evening Bulletin has several competitors in Philadelphia. What do you think about this situation? Mr. Slocum: Personally, I consider it a good thing to have several papers published in a big city like Philadelphia. There is nothing to keep one on his toes like good competition. A paper 4 1 with several competitors will not turn out poorly constructed material. Of course, the Bulletin never does this, but I will be glad to see the day when we again have several evening papers in this city. jane and Pat: In your opinion, will there be several more papers in this City of Brotherly Love ? Mr. Slocum: Until the price of the necessary machinery comes down considerably there will be no more newspapers. A good printing press costs millions of dollars and it seems no one has that kind of money. There have been certain experi- ments by chemists, recently, which promise to do away with printing presses altogether and thus reduce the price to one-tenth of the original cost. When that becomes a reality, people will be more interested in sinking their funds into newspapers. jane and Pat: What do you consider the essen- tial qualities of a good newspaper? Mr. Slocum: The first requirement for a good publication is that it possesses complete objectiv- ity. It must report the news in a detached, almost disinterested manner. The reason that so many other papers have failed is that they have taken sides in issues, usually political. The Bulletin is a neutral newspaper and that is one reason it has survived where other papers have failed. Some publishers take a very active part in politics and even get themselves elected to legislatures. While I am not condemning this practice, I am stating that the Bulletin staff does not seek ofhce. Another important quality of a newspaper is integrity. A publication must deal honestly with the people, and not try to trick them with any dirty dealings. No one is fooled by dishonesty except the one who is dishonest. We completed arrangements for our senior tour, gathered together our belongings, heartily thanked Mr. Slocum, who had taken so much of his precious time for this interview and who had responded to our questions so warmly and com- pletely, and boarded the C bus for home. We chattered over every word he had spoken and discovered that with all of our remarks combined we had a store of knowledge that would interest each one of you. Now that you have read Mr. Slocum's keen replies, we feel sure that you'll understand why- In Philadelphia Nearly Every- body Reads the Bulletin. Rah IN MANY OF OUR present day sports, the color that accompanies the activity has come to be almost as important as the game itself. On the football field the school band and cheerleaders add to the support of the players, while on the basketball court the morale boosting rests solely in the hands of the cheerleader. Let me tell you some of the trials and triumphs that become the lot of a cheerleader. To start with, the cheerleader must be chosen. Since you are interested you begin to review the actions and the cheers in your mind until you finally put them into practice. You can hardly wait for the great day of the selection and when it arrives, you usually nnd yourself the sole com- petitor. Yes, you and you alone are there to repre- sent your class. Oh, well, you say, I made it, so what am I complaining about? Once chosen, the tedious job of urging your classmates to bring in cheers falls on your shoulders. At every opportunity the students can no doubt hear a voice raised above the others, Girls, did you bring in any cheers? If they could read the ah .V NANCY O,CONNOR, '51 questioner's mind, the thought could be seen, Oh well, I'll try again. Third in the line of supporting a team is mak- ing actions to the new cheers and going over the old stand-bys. On the day after the first practice the local drug stores do a booming busi- ness on rubbing alcohol. Strange, how easy it is to find new muscles. Finally the day of the first game arrives. You are starched and ironed within an inch of your life and are anxious to get out on the floor and show that you have been practicing. Then sud- denly, you stand and face the girls for the first time and the strangest feeling comes over you. You break out in goose bumps, your mind goes blank, your heart thumps like a drum, and your knees knock to such an extent that 'you feel you will never be able to walk again. But gradually that conglomerate mass of faces before you stops whirl- ing. You recognize your friends. Almost incred- ibly you hear your own voice announcing: Razzle dazzle sizzle zip-. The cheering squad is in action! THE 0LD BROWN MILL IT WAS EARLY SUMMER and we were riding through Lancaster County, Pennsylvania when I saw the old mill. It was weatherbeaten and worm-rotted to a sort of brownish gray. Its design was in the best Dutch tradition. Its long, brown, bare arms creaked com- plainingly as the gentle wind moved them. The mill was obviously kept only as a relic of the old days, for the clean, white house with green shut- ters belied the fact that a thing so old would still be used on that farm. Besides, there was a newer type of windmill up near the house. The scene was quiet and impressive, for it reminded one strongly of Holland, and the sun just rising gave the scene a picturesque touch. Situated on the bank of a clear, swift stream, the mill cast a long, queer-shaped shadow over the rippling water and shaded much of the bank. MARY Louise RITCHOTTE, '51 Down by the creek, kneeling in the shadow of the mill, were some women taking advantage of the cool, early morning to get their washing done. Dressed in the plain, gray dresses and white bon- nets of their sect, those Amish women had prob- ably never heard of a washing machine. They were doing the wash in the same manner as their grandmothers had done before them. Behind his mother, a boy stood watching the water and listening to her as she assigned him his chores. Probably he was wishing with all his heart that he could be fishing on this fine morning. The lad was barefoot, dressed in the Amish style of knickers and shirt, with his hair cut short. The farm itself was large and prosperous and the fields beyond the house were abundant with various crops. Fat cows contentedly chewed cuds in the shade of nearby trees. But the thing that stands out most in my mem- anyone mentions the Amish or Lancaster County, ory is the old brown mill, and nowadays when my mind always reverts to that scene. MISTAKEN IDENTITY HELENE WALKED SLOWLY up the narrow gravel path toward Saint Rita's High on that fateful day upon which, she felt, her next four years depended. She was to be a Freshman and Helene hoped that she would make a good impres- sion on her classmates when she met them for the first time. Helene, a very pretty girl with a rosy com- plexion topped off by golden hair, had but one defect--a slight scar over her right eyebrow. A slight shyness did not prevent her from getting along well with everybody. Helene had many friends back in St. Louis from which she had moved two weeks ago. These, however, did not ease the loneliness she felt in this strange new city. As she drew nearer to the gray stone building, she could hear the chatting and laughing of the girls who were gathered in groups on the campus. Hi, my name's Carrie. What's yours? She turned around and saw a girl of her own age with curly black hair and twinkling brown eyes, smiling at her. I'm Helene Morris. Are you a freshman, too? she asked. That's right, and we might as well get acquainted now, answered Carrie. I don't remember you from grammar school. No, l just moved here from St. Louis two weeks ago. Well, in that case, how about letting me show you the sights this week? said Carrie. Carrie introduced Helene to some of her friends 'and by the end of the week she was popular among all of the girls except one, julia Gordon. Julia jealously thought that Helene Morris was much too pretty and popular and intended to do something about it. For two weeks everything was wonderful for Helene. But, one day when she came to school, she was ignored by most of her newly-made friends. Although she hadn't seen Carrie yet that day, she knew that when she did, Carrie, at least, wouldn't ignore her. A few days later she saw her in the corridor. Carrie asked Helene to meet her outside at three o'clock. CLAIRE KNAPP, '5 3 To Helene the hands of the clock seemed to take a Century to travel around. Finally, the bell rang, and at three o'clock she stood waiting for Carrie at the bottom of the steps. I've come to explain, Helene, said Carrie. You mean about everyone's ignoring me? asked Helene. At that Carrie thrust her hand into her pocket and pulled out a clipping from a newspaper. julia Gordon brought this in and showed it to a few of the girls. I took it from her before she could show it to anyone else but, 1 supose, news travels. It didn't bother the girls but when their mothers heard it they told them to stay away from you. We didn't believe it was your father, but then you must admit it seems strange, since you moved here from St. Louis with your mother. You can see that all evidence points to him and, well, here, read this, said Carrie. Helene took the clipping and read: Henry Morris Found Guilty of the Murder- of john Partley. She didn't wait to read the rest but immediately invited Carrie to dinner. The invitation puzzled Carrie, nevertheless, she accepted it. When dinner was over, Helene took Carrie up to her room. She opened a drawer, took out a box and looked through the many papers that were in it. Finally, she picked out one and handed it to Carrie. This was also a news clipping but it was ten years old. After reading it, Carrie dropped the clipping and, as she threw her arms about Helene, a tear trickled down her cheek. Can you ever forgive us, Helene Of course, I can, said Helene, and as she said it her eyes fell on the piece of paper and the well-known words glared up at her. an Henry Morris was fatally burned yesterday while saving his four-year-old daughter, Helene, from a raging fre in their laome. Helene escaped wills minor burn: and a :harp cut over ber right eye. To Buy 01' Not To Bug THERE IS NOTHING quite like a television set! It is one of the few things which gives both trouble and pleasure. Take our set for instance, that is, you could have taken it until a few days ago. It had become the source of nightly entertainment for our family. Then something happened, something which shattered our whole evening routine and which left a lasting impres- sion on me. Because of use, rather than old age, this mixture of mineral and vegetable broke down completely. We had trouble many times before with the contraption-and I say contraption in the true sense of the word-but, this was by far the worst. It was so badly damaged that it was foolish to have it repaired since it would be more economical to buy a new set. Not that it would cost less, but the price for the necessary parts would be almost the price of the set itself. It is so much trouble to keep a television set, I told myself, that it would be a good idea if we didn't buy a new one. ' I imagined I was but echoing the thought of If is dlfficulf fo make . . . THE FIRST FAINT rays of warm sun were beginning to mellow the cool, crisp air of an autumn day-the dawn of Navy Day, 1948. The friendly waters about Pier 48, Brooklyn Dock, seemed to whisper All's well. The local band, dressed in the city colors, was proudly pre- paring to welcome the troopship, U.S.S. Nep- tune, as she came into port, her sides bulging with human cargo. The waves gently caressed the hull with a fond welcome and the ship rapidly eased into place as if to murmur Home Sweet Home. , Among the first to leave ship was a young naval ofiicer, Richard Carr. He sprang down the gangplank and made his way into the loud but very happy crowd and into the arms of his family. fAll the pent-up emotions of those who now saw the answer to four years of constant prayer and waiting were let loose.j The next few weeks brought a big change from navy blue and gold + T1-IEiu5sA SMITH, '54 the whole family, but finally my father brought up the subject of getting a new set. Immediately I spoke up, Remember all the trouble we had with the last one? We don't want that to happen again. Do we? Everyone agreed for a time, then some began to weaken, pointing out that it was a good thing to have and very enjoyable entertainment. I am still holding my ground though, with an opposition so reasonable and determined, that I am fully convinced that I will finally sway the combined opinions of the entire family at the next conference on the subject. Now, as I confi- dently relax in Dad's favorite easy chair, my thoughts turn to my arguments which I plan to open by saying-But wait, who's calling me? Theresa, why are you sitting there dreaming? Don't you hear the doorbell ringing? Is it the man delivering our new television set? Yes, it is, mother. I reply weakly as my hand falls limply on the doorknob. Tim cllolcls JOAN DONNELLY, '53 to white tie and tails as Dick was wined and dined, in a manner befitting the conquering hero. In the days and weeks that followed, Dick received many letters from his shipmates who joy- fully wrote of their newly-launched careers. Dick realized that he, too, must make some definite plans for the future. On December 8th, his twenty-first birthday, Dick announced his choice of a life partner. He had known her all his life, yet those many nights on ship, when he was so homesick and longing to see someone from home, were signs that made him realize how comforting the thought of her could be and how much he needed and depended upon her. His family and friends were delighted with his choice and the date was set for Feb- ruary 2nd. Every moment was spent in busy preparation of flowers, invitations, and the music arrangement. Finally, the day of the ceremony arrived. Standing in the vestry, Dick could see the altar beckoning with white flowers. Slowly he approached it and took his place. Raising his eyes he saw her, dressed in white, delicately beautiful. She gazed into his loving eyes and Dick felt unbelievably happy. At that moment any doubt was swept from his mind. He knew that his choice was the best. The organ and choir united in the strains of Ave Maria and Our Blessed Lady from her throne seemed to smile sweetly at her young seminarian kneeling reverently at her feet. Vicar of Christ BAGGAGE STORED BELOW, last minute remembrances, the usual tearful goodbyes and off we sailed on an unforgettable trip to Europe. Our luxury liner docked at Naples where our party of six ventured into the fabulous Holy City to visit the many beautiful churches and scenic places. We made the famous pilgrimage twice, witnessed the canonization of a Spanish saint and were present for a public audience. But even though we were stirred by these spectacles, deep in our hearts we anxiously awaited that special invitation to a private audience with our Holy Father. I had endlessly planned what I was going to say and how I would compose myself. But all my practice at poise seemed in vain, since it was only two days before we were to leave Rome and still no invitation had arrived. Then that bright Friday morning there stood the messenger at our door. Our faces lit up like candles. The following day we arose bright and early, eager to start. After breakfast, we dressed for the spirit- ual occasion. Mother and Mrs. Gibbons wore long, black dresses with a black veil covering their heads while Dad wore the regular black dress suit. Since I was younger, I had to wear a white dress and white veil. On our way to St. Peter's Basilica, I nervously JEANINE PASQUARIELLO, '52 rehearsed my lines as if I were about to play the most important role in my life. We were well examined and checked by several guards and then we entered one of the buildings of the Vatican. After fearfully mounting the glorious, white marble staircase, we were ushered through a series of beautifully decorated rooms and requested to remain in the last. After waiting several minutes, which seemed like hours, the people began to whisper, He's coming, the Pope is coming! Suddenly His Holiness, noted for his quickness, came rushing through the doorway. Pius XII was dressed as usual, in a white robe and skull cap and slippers of red velvet, a glorious sight to behold. He began to talk to the pilgrims and finally came to me. My mind went blank, my tongue refused to move, I couldn't remember anything I had prepared and I was petrified. After I had kissed his ring, he began to speak to me in that gentle, peaceful voice. My tongue remained adamant, so my mother kindly offered a few words for me. I didn't realize what had happened until it was over and too late to do anything, for our Holy Father went as quickly as he had come. Nevertheless, the meeting of this magnetic servant of God will ever stand out as the most unforgettable experience of my life. .Sbncn 'Monks dwarf! The .fun doem't make the world .vo bright, . Nor ihe moon doe.: it Jhed lovely light, Since you're away, The dayr are longer: the nights are blue. Our hearlr are heavy, our joker are few. Since you're away. God harlen you home, for .rufely He knows, We mix: you much, as our lonelinefr xhawx, Sinre you're away. joan Smith, '51 Read fhis and learn why . . . I Believe In Ghosts A FEW WEEKS AGO during the baseball season, something happened to me which changed my whole concept of the world of spirits. I was returning from a night game via a 53 trolley at about twelve-thirty. I was engrossed in a newspaper column which told about a supposed suicide on my street only a few houses away from my home. The car was deserted except for the conductor and me when a stranger boarded, walked back, sat down beside me and struck up a conversation. It seemed that he was also particularly interested in this suicide He insisted that the victim had really been murdered by a gangster called Louis Matteroni, and said he would like to get revenge. This struck me as a peculiar thing for a stranger to say, queerer still because he put it so person- ally as if he had been wronged. Somehow we switched to other topics and as we were getting off the trolley-he got off at the same stop as I did-we found ourselves on the subject of ghosts. If there is any other kind of story that can keep you on edge especially when walking down a dark, uninhabited street, I wouldn't like to hear it. It would be a little too powerful. I asked him if he believed in ghosts and I shall MARIE Louise R11'cHoTTE, '51 never forget his answer. Yes, I do, he said, and then disappeared. I stod there and then, trembling, I looked around. Imagine your own feelings if you were suddenly brought face to face with the bald fact that you have been walking and talking with a real live ghost. I must have looked as if I wasn't all there as I walked down the street to my house. Behind every tree I fancied there was someone lurking, waiting to pounce on me, to kill me. My brain conjured up all sorts of gruesome things until at last I broke into a run all the rest of the way home. I was never so frightened in my life. When I got home and told my mother that I had seen a ghost and told her of the details, she looked at me skeptically. Then she asked me if I actually expected her to believe that story. But when I described the ghost to her, she turned white as a sheet and gasped for air. I thought she was going to faint. But she struggled and man- aged to whisper, It was he, it was the man who died. Well it's up to you. You may believe it or not, but in the next day's Bulletin there was a big spread about Louis Matteroni. He had been found dead, frightened to death, in the victim's house. WHO 'WAS SHE? - Sl-IE WAS A STRANGE little woman, as insig- nificant as those three-letter words which fill in the corners of crossword puzzles. Her wispy grey hair straggled down her neck. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses which, perched half- way down her nose, gave her a perpetually quizzi- cal look. Every morning we watched her as she boarded the 8:15 bus, extracted her fare from the shabby purse and paid the driver. Perhaps it was her very insigniiicance that attracted people but anyhow, everyone gave her a cheery hello or a smile, once they got to know her. Despite the fact that we greeted her every morning for two years, she never told her name and skillfully avoided all questions concerning her identity. At the end of JANE RAFFERTY, '51 the line she left with a warm God bless you. Yes, for twenty-four months our Mystery Lady followed this routine until one morning, she didn't appear. Like all curious people, we dis- cussed the strange incident loud and long. Then, happening to glance at the morning paper, I saw at the very bottom of the last page an obscure news item, Unidentified Woman Stricken Fatally on Market Street. Yes, I thought this must be our Mystery Lady, for reading on I found that the description fit her perfectly. No clue to her indentity the story read. Who was she? To this day we have never found out and every once in a while, the conversation on the 8:15 bus somehow turns to her and we like to speculate as to who she could have been. rrllfr Exeerpfs from . . . 'ik ' x MEMOIRS 0FA HOC.KEY PLAYER AT THE BEGINNING of the term, Sister announced that those who wished to play hockey must come to her and sign up. I, ardent freshman that I was, knowing nothing minus about hockey, decided I would like to join. So, I did. It was as simple as that! Sister informed us that the hockey clinic was to be held that very week. That, I thought brightly, was a physical examination for the hockey players. When we left QI had learned what a hockey clinic wasj, Sister lent me one of the school's sticks. Bewil- dered, I asked one of the older girls why I would need it. After all, didn't we all use the same stick? The girl looked at me as if I were a combination idiot and freshman, so I decided to keep my intelligence to myself thereafter. One term, how- ever, that completely confused me was the junior varsity. Seniority is so important in high school that it seemed strange to have a junior varsity and not to have one for the seniors too. Finally, everything had been explained to me fnot that I understood, howeverl. When we got to the hockey clinic and I had watched the first game I had ever seen, I decided then and there that I liked it. And though I have found that you have to have either the skin of an elephant or the luck of the Irish to come out with what you took in ftwo 0102 'newmt The St. Mary's emblem over the door, The front stairs that lead to the seeond floor, We cherish these things in a special way Because they belong to our S.M.A. 1--... The North Porch on which there are many chairs, That Freshmen must learn to rarry in pairs. Their faithful duty from September to May- 'Tis an honored tradition at S.M.A. BETTY PEILEKE, '54 arms, ten lingers, two legs, one head, etc.j, I still like it. As much as we have diligently practiced f?j, we still have the marvelous record of winning exactly no games. The secret of our success is our wonderful teamwork. For instance, at one game our junior varsity's left inner drove the ball all the way down the field. It was an excellent play, except that she was going in the wrong direction. Another example is our list of injuries, which goes something like this: one goalie ............ a muscle-crushed hand one left wing . . . ........ a very sore toe one right inner .... .. .a skinned finger one center forward . . . .... a sprained ankle one right wing ............ banged-up shins fThis applies, though less seriously, to most of the players.j one left halfback . . . . . .a compound fracture of the finger one goalie .................. a bruised ankle one left inner .................. a black eye So you see, this is no game for weak people or those who cannot stand the sight of blood. But seriously, it's a grand sport. And so ends the tale of a freshman who will never forget her first hockey season. The driveway that leads right up to the school, The grandfather cloth in the hig front hall, These treasures one sees here every day Are a part of our own dear S.M.A. The hright, cheery classrooms that rhase all gloom, The rooms we so eagerly leave when it's noon, The girls that are with us at work and at play, Our wonderful classmates at S.M.A. just like the freshmen this year, so hrand new, Our huilding at llffl will he strange to us, too, But we welcome its presenee and gayly say, HeIlo. ' to the youngest at S.M.A. Claire Knapp, '53 ut of a Single Combat IN ALL WARS, heroes have arisen to write their names down in history. In this last World War there were almost three hundred winners of the Medal of Honor and many of these awards were given posthumously. But in the fight for souls which the Church is constantly waging, I think that Father Damien de Veuster stands out before all others for his fight against leprosy and for the lepers. Father Damien was a Belgian priest in the order, Society of the Sacred Heart. His very first mission was Puna in the Sandwich Islands. Often during his nine years there he had seen some of his people depart for the leper colony after they had contracted the dreaded disease. As he watched them wailing and saying good-bye to their families, he determined that someday he would go to the lonely outpost where these poor creatures were segregated from society. Now he was with the Bishop in a small out- rigger canoe which was taking them to the dock at Molokai. The Bishop was visibly disturbed. In his heart he wondered if he had done right in permitting Damien to stay with the lepers. At the dock, after a few fond goodbyes, the Bishop told Damien that he could stay for a week and if he didn't like it he could come back home to Puna. Then he left. As Damien watched the canoe depart, a sudden wave of loneliness and despair swept over him. He turned away and faced his flock who were wait- ing there for him. Many of them wore the grass skirts of the nativesg a few wore filthy and torn cotton garments. The bodies of the older men were rotting away, some who had the use of only one leg walked awkwardly on the stumps, others were without arms, others without lingers. The horrible purple-colored ulcers gave off sickening odors. There was curious loneliness in their eyes as they stood gazing at the newcomer. A young leper who was a little stronger than MARIE Louise Rrrcnorre, '51 the others led the way back to the settlement of Kalawao. When they reached the village, Father Damien surveyed the surrounding country won- dering how anyone could live in such a wild savage place. He went swiftly from one hut to another. The crude grass shelters were steaming with dampness and were charged with putrid air from the foul bodies of the lepers. On a rush mat in each hut, lay one or more lepers who were unable to move. In many of the shelters, men and women were dancing wildly after having drunk an alcoholic beverage from the ki. As the priest looked at the unfortunate crea- tures he realized that the Bishop had not exag- gerated in his description of the place. Many of the men and women had forgotten the moral law. The spiritual corruption oppressed him far more than the physical. He found the same condition in the other village of Kalaupapa, but there he found a church which probably had been built by some travelling missioner who stopped there. This he fixed up and he said Mass in it daily for the beneht of the lepers. His next big problem was the water supply. The spring which the lepers used was too far away for the more seriously ill. So he begged some piping from the Hawaiian government and with the aid of the stronger lepers whom he had to cajole into working, he built an aqueduct for the colonies. During all this time he had no place to sleep except under a convenient palm tree. He learned how to care for the sick by watching the visiting doctor who stopped at Molokai regu- larly. He washed the wounds, bandaged them, and sometimes operated on the lepers when necessary. He built a hospital capable of housing one hun- dred of the sickest lepers. Father Damien really worked wonders on the island and made known to the whole world the situation of the lepers. He himself died of leprosy on April 15, 1889, but his work lives on. lthhtea The run that brief December day Rose rheerlerr over hill: of gray. -john Greenleaf Whittier DECEMBER IS THE CUE for Lady Winter to don her cloak of shimmering silver and travel across the unsuspecting earth. Wherever she walks, life, with all its warmth, takes a leave of' absence, for the touch of Lady Winter is like the touch of Death. Lakes that once rippled in the gentle spring breezes stiffen at her touch and remain silent examples of her chilling powers. But, Lady Winter, though cold and heartless, is not entirely without beauty. There is something truly majestic in the still quiet of her reign. It is in the country that her majesty rules supreme. The No spring nor summer beauty hath meh grace, A5 I have seen in one autumnal face. --john Donne AUTUMN TO THE FARMER' means the harvest. lt is a very joyful occasion when he beholds the fruit of all his earlier labors fall under the sharp edge of the reaper, for he knows that it will 'assure him a new and better year to come. To the city dweller it brings a chance for renewed labor, a time to make up for all the opportunities he has missed during the past sea- sons: Rejuvenated after the warm summer, he takes up his appointed tasks with a determination todo better. Perhaps he will fail again, or maybe he will succeed. The important thing is that he will try. Books and teacher's dirty looks is how the school child interprets this season. A child's thirst for knowledge is easily satiatedg nevertheless, on he must plod until the very end, and paradoxi- cally enough, he is sorry when the spring -or the end of his school days approaches. Autumn is JOAN GREIPP, '51 roadsides, once covered with the fallen leaves of Autumn, are now buried under the soft blanket of snow that Lady Winter provides for her sub- jects. The rolling hills' green carpets are hidden beneath Winter's mantle, here and there a tree deprived of its foliage stands tall and alone with its leafless arms outstretched toward the heavens, beseeching the Snow Queen to surrenderi het throne to gentle Spring. The sun, startled by the white brilliance of the world below it, withdraws into the recesses of the hazy sky. All nature bows in mute subservience to her winter sovereign. Winter, Winter! The interlude of quiet peace among all the seasons. The death scene of the four act drama of the year. JANE RAFFERTY, '51 not without its recompenses. Witches and goblins combine to terrify eager chidren every Hallowe'en. Each November the family unfailingly marvels at how Junior can possibly consume so much turkey. 1 Autumn, besides being a division of the seasons, is likened in the above poem to a dividing time in our lives. The autumnal period of our existence marks our entrance into old age. During this season of our earthly stay we, like the farmer, should sit back and reflect over the good for evil, that we have sown during the past seasons--the spring, our youthg and the summer, our maturity. We should also be looking to the future-the winter, which is the last stop on our long journey home. Autumn is the time of dying in nature. The bright leaves are dropping lifeless to the ground, abandoning the trees which will soon be the bar- ren sentinels of the stormy winter. We mortals should not regard the autumnal period of our lives thus, but rather as a period of awakening. It is then that we realize how empty the pleasures seem from which we derived so much enjoyment in our youth. True values are now apparent. At this stage, life has given us most of the answers and knowing the answer brings with it a sense of satisfaction, even though, at times, of regret. Like the city dweller we should seek to rectify all our past mistakes. It is never too late to make amends. .For those who are growing old, formal school- ing has long since ceased, but no matter what our age, we can still learn. Experience is the best teacher and, by the time we have reached the K . . Ah, what if Jo rare ar 4 day in june. --lame! Rurrell Lowell AH, WHAT IS SO RARE AS A DAY IN JUNE ! Especially since I registered my first squeal on june twenty-first, the beginning of sum- mer. Those were hectic or shall I say heated days. They placed me in a two by four crib which never gave me enough room to squirm around to avoid the heat. I often wonder if this is the reason why I'm only five foot two. As I became acquainted with the other babies, we worked out a system that each would take a turn crying so that the nurse would come breezing through and provide a bit of air. Finally, they bundled me up and we journeyed home. Everyone wanted to hug and squeeze me so that by the time they were through I could have been wrung out. Even yet I can feel those uncomfortable undershirts, diapers, and blankets clinging to me as if they were afraid to let go. Sometimes I used to recline in my coach with the merciless sun beating down on my bald head and ponder over why I had to select such a season for my birthday. I came to the conclusion that I probably wouldn't have many crosses to bear in later life because I was having them all now. Perhaps the worst cross of all was the time when the family decided to travel to the seashore. The car was loaded down with bag and baggage. Fre- quently I feared they were going to pack me up in a suitcase by mistake. All the way down I clung to Mother for dear life. This driving busi- ness was mighty peculiar. Nevertheless, I thought autumnal period of our lives, we certainly do not lack experience. Old age is not a time to be dreaded, but rather to be anticipated with a certain feeling of gladness. It is considered so enviable a state that God has promised it as a reward for those who are nearing the end of a well spent life. The wish that we may live to see our children's children is incor- porated into the marriage service. What further proof do we need to appreciate fully what should be the most fruitful time of our lives. PAT HARTSOUGH, '51 I'd better mind my P's and Q's, so I settled back and drank a nice warm glass of milk. By the way, have you ever had warm milk on a hot sum- mer's day? Most invigorating! To skip a few minor incidents, we arrived. Everyone wanted to take me to the beach. I thought they'd pull off my arms and legs. It was agreed fand I still say a prayer of thanks, that mother should carry me. As you know, a young child such as I, is not allowed in the water. Nevertheless, Mother being a pious woman, the day being the feast of the Assumption, and the custom being to bathe in the water three times, Mother decided she should begin my Catholic training early. The first time she poured a little on my face, the second time my feet became a little chilled, but the third time proved disastrous. A little boy wanted to see Baby, so Mother proudly displayed me. The child must have remembered that opportunity knocks but once for he proceeded to tip his bucket in my direction. Someday I'll find that imp! The most fun was arollin' up the boardwalk. The only time I became worried was when my brother sent the coach flying and then chased after it. Some people were so thoughtful that when they saw me coming they would step aside. Some would even stop. my coach before it traveled over the railing. ' When the still sky glowed with radiant stars, when a soft wind blew my curl, when the fisher- men cast their lines into a moonlit sea and all the children rode the hobby horses, then it was, that I enjoyed the Summer most fully. Yes, what is so rare as a day in june? I love the roadside birds upon lhe topr Of dusty hedges in a world of Spring. --Francis Ledwidge PRINGI Are there words enough in this or any other language or even in a combination of all the tongues of the world to describe adequately the wonders of this glorious season? l doubt it, for Spring doesn't mean exactly the same thing to any two people. To your next door neighbor it might mean putting up the screens or painting the new fences or planting seeds. Mother probably connects house- cleaning with Spring when she will go over your abode thoroughly from top to bottom. Hundreds of birds chirping on the telephone poles aren't exactly welcome to sister on a Spring morn, after she has stayed out too late the night before. But no matter how much grumbling and scowl- ing it might bring to some unappreciative souls, to all it gives of its beauty and peace. Mother Nature, paint brush in hand, splashes a rhapsody of hues throughout the world and with each stroke hearts become lighter and the sorrows and mis- llsmt S' E ll A ,rparkling eye and :harming Jrnile Vivaciour, yet serene, Buhbling laughter, childish glee Prove rhe'r sweet sixteen. Old man Gloorn and rainy dayf, Troubles and lrials are seen ll i1h hopeful eyes and rheerful .rrnile When one i.r sweet Jixleen. Cherry rahef, banana rplilx. Sweet music, rerordingr keen, A corner booth and a football .rtar Are heaven at .rweel rixleen. ' joan Donnelly. '53 Mxncus Ronacu, '51 fortunes of Winter are forgotten. It's the one time during the year when Mother Nature becomes a little vain, like a woman modeling .1 new dress who adds a flower here and there to enhance her natural beauty. When else during the year do you see life about you in everything? When else could you come upon a newly hatched bird, fallen from its nest and the sweet protection of its mother's wings? You see its wonderment at the strange world and its feeble attempts to call for its mother. Spring, in fact, is like a new born babe itself, full of life and love. It stretches its arms out to the hearts of all those who would embrace it. lt brings renewed courage and hope to hearts disillusioned with the cares of the world. The old become young again as life takes on a new meaning. All ages are encouraged to strive toward higher goals which stop at nothing less than conquering the world. Spring, then, is ushered in as the season of life and new hopes after the drabness and deso- lation of icy winter and as an introduction to the growth of these living things and the fulfillment of these hopes in the summer months that are to follow. Wiatlwa Mary, 1l'illJ her guiding hand Taught the King of all the land,- Taughz obedience and truth, Taughl perferlion lo lhir Youlh. Mary laid her motherly heart Open, lo be torn apart By the seven Jufordr of grief Which lasted long wiihaur relief. So much help ir needed now. Tearh all mothers, show lhem how To gnide lheir children for lhe bert, So with you .romeday lhey'll rerl. Pat MrKenna, '52 A Senior 's Farewell St. Mary's Academy 5401 Old York Road ' June, 1951 Dear Classmates: The end of another term at St. Mary's Academy has arrived. To us, the Class of June, 1951, this ending dif- fers from preceding terms in that we are cutting the last tie with our carefree childhood days. 'Let us recall some of the events that took place during these youthful days. It seems like only yesterday when we first approached the portals of St. Mary's Academy. It did not take us long, as freshmen, to blend in with the gay and homey atmosphere that has long been tradition at St. Mary's. Do you remember'Freshman Day when giggles and grins tried to hide the embarrassment of a green Freshie, and how those many seeming injustices, Such as carrying chairs and occupying those back-breaking benches, were soon accepted with good sportsmanship? Though hard to believe, we actually finished those 'infant days' and were now definitely on the verge of growing up. It did not take us long to inherit the title 'wise fools.' 'The Queen's Court,' the performance we sopho- mores gave to our older sisters, the Juniors, was for a time, the main topic of all Maryites. Sophomore year also brought eligibility to take part in many extra-curricular activities such as the operetta of that year, 'Countess Maritza' . This, plus many other incidents, helped to make it an unforgettable year. -Slowly but surely, we, as juniors, were entering an eventful year. A traditionally celebrated Junior Day greeted us into this new year and soon came the long awaited 'Night of Nights', our Junior Prom. How wonderfully grown-up and starry-eyed we were that night! Yes, it was all a part of life at St. Mary's and suddenly before we had time to realize-the one-time baby froshes, now, with f tearful eyes, were standing before Mother and the entire student body, accepting our Class Rings. Yes, it was hard to believe all this was happening to us, but finally, with happy memories and an overflowing heart, we closed the door on our Junior Days and all they symbol- ized to return again next year as - Seniors' . Now as we Seniors draw near to our departure, we hope that we have left and set a good example for all future graduates. The happy times and joyous moments we have had here at St. Mary's will always remain in the heart of each and everyone of us. We have come a long way together, but' 83 from here each of us will travel a separate path. Wouldn't it be interesting if we could push aside the screen of the future and see each other as we will be twenty-five years hence? A few will probably be successful: the majority will be living comfortably and some few may be considered by the world as failures. We must chart our courses ahead and know where we are going in order to succeed. Wishing is not enough: the will to struggle on, despite adversity, is necessary, too. While you may not reach the pinnacle, you may carve a little place in the sun for yourself. True, we may not all have equal talents or abilities, but in doing our utmost to perfect ourselves in our particular vocations, each of us will be well satisfied and well rewarded. If we try, perhaps one day it may be said of us, in the words of Ben Jonson, concerning the immortal Shakespeareg 'He is not of an age, but for all time . May God in His Divine Providence always keep our Class of '51, close to His Sacred Heart and guide us in living a good and holy life devoted to 'Jesus through Mary . Farewell, Seniors! Your friend and classmate, h Hilda Murlasits, '51 SOLPHORA 1.4 IT WAS ON ONE OF Sunny Italy's hottest days that we enthusiastically decided to chart our course for a trip to that now extinct crater, Solphorata, located outside Naples. Upon our arrival we immediately sought and hired a well- equipped guide. Naturally, while everyone else was enraptured by the scenic views, I became interested in tapping out a tune on the crater soil which sounded like a large hollow drum. Sud- denly, I was rudely thrown to the ground and sat trembling as all hovered over me laughing glee- fully. lt seems our guide, to my utter amazement and fright, dropped his stick on the ground mak- ing the crater grumble and growl fiercely. He explained to our bewildered group that the earth under us was only six feet deep and that below this there was a boiling lava connection between this crater and Mt. Vesuvius. It is heard whenever Vesuvius is dormant and this crater is slightly JEANINE PAsQUAlun1.Lo, '52 active, and vice versa. He told us that at any time it might erupt and become a crater again. By now we had journeyed to the middle of this huge formation and the reflection of the sun on the sulphuric soil made it intensely hot. We watched with wide, startled eyes a crevice whose base bubbled over with boiling, charging, and popping lava. This being the last sight, to my secret satisfaction, we started the trip to the mouth of the crevice. Then it happened! A loud blast! Oh, I thought to myself, this is itg the crater is erupt- ing! With this my larynx began making strange noises and I started praying swiftly. But our calm, cool and collected guide assured us that it was merely a few workers dynamiting the rocks close by for sulphur. Nevertheless, I was only too glad when we departed from Solphorata and I made a firm resolution that there would be no more craters for me! Reverend Iohn I. Busco Reverend Charles M. Diegel Reverend Thomas E. Golden Reverend William I. Gormley. C.M. Reverend Thomas P. Hopkins Reverend Charles B. McGinley Reverend Sebastian McKenna, M.B.A. Reverend Francis Rausseo Brother Nicholas Wagner Mother Mary Emma, S.S.I. Mother M. Marguerite, S.S.I. Mother St. Augustine, S.S.I. Abromaitis, Mr. C. Abromaitis, Mrs. C. Abromaitis, Miss Dorothy P. 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