St Marys Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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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

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