St Marys Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Therefore, my duty as a friend compels me to come begging. Oh, here they come with my ice cream! Thank you for keeping me company all this time. Columkill helped me to descend from his ship and then started its motor. As I stood watching lend an ear to . . . him, I could not help smiling at the way he had imitated a woman, shrieking in distress so that he could attract us. After a while, I lost sight of the disc. Most of my neighbors will soon forget Columkill, but never will I forget that person who made last Saturday such a memorable one for me. Information Incorporated C6 OOD AFTERNOON, Mertinteen Ga- zette's aceman reporting. Whols calling, please? Oh, so it's the SPIRIT of '55, You say you are interested in knowing what has become of the class over which you presided. Hold the line while I finish typing the last line of this copy before it goes to press. Wait a minute, I'll read it to youf' Newsy Notes. Good-morning, America. Well, are you wondering what your neighbors are doing? Then read on and you will find out because This Is Your Gossip Column. A new show I would recommend to all opened on Broadway last night, entitled My Many Loves, starring Barbara Roach. We can't overlook the Met, where Eileen Clearkin is packing the house. What a thrill I had last night to see Loretta, Lydia, Carol, Joan, Pat, Mary Ann, Ann Marie, Jeannette, Kathy Zerbey and Ann Cundey capped. Ah, what an honorable profession! I hear that Joann was Queen of the Senior Cotillion recently held at La Salle College. Her court consisted of Barbara Jardel, Lorraine and Dolores. Their gowns were designed by the B 81 H Dress Corporation, headed by Ann Behan and Judy Huss. Entertainment for the evening was supplied by Anna Bonelli, who played the accordion, and the featured soloist of the night was the well known recording artis-t, Barbara Eitler. One of the most popular attractions on Steel Pier this season is a snake charmer by the name of Barbara Steward. Remember the name- Stu and Her Educated Snakes. Ginny, Mary and Jane opened a Women's apparel shop. 7 MARLENE SEEBER, '55 Anna McAleer and Marilyn Leary are the new owners of a motion picture theatre. Their policy is to show only Scottish films produced and directed by Ann Neish. I just finished reading one of the best sellers of the day, FRANKly Speaking, by Bernie Nickels, Katy Yeager has won a trip to Europe for her composition Why I'm Always In the Nick of Time. The contest was sponsored by the Coonahan Food Company, under the guidance of its chief dietitian, Miss Marie. Mary Jo has been acclaimed as one of our outstanding medical secretaries. She is espe- cially efficient when it comes time to send out the BILLS. Pat Laughlin is Letty's private secretary. They are distributors for the Larem Record Corporation. - Barbara Tormey and Kathleen Joyce invited me to the opening of their newest Diner. Yes, the girls chose a profitable profession because everybody must eat. I recognized two of the waitresses, Sheila and Alice. The cashier was none other than Lois. Gerry has become official issuer of afflDAVits in City Hall. Doctors LiVolsi and Eichner are trying to discover a cure for one of the oldest and most dread diseases, Studyitis. Before you read this column, Peggy will have received her degree in psychiatry from Connell University. Congratulations! This is your roving reporter signing off, leav- ing you with this thought for today, Make everyone else's business your own. Until next time, I remain your favorite gossip.

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Up on the first floor there was a bed for em- ployees who became ill while at work. I had to rest my eyes. just as I got into the bed, I heard a crash. Realizing that no one was in the building but myself, I thought it was only my imagination. All at once, I remembered I had left my tes-t tubes in the basement. Had they fallen? Oh, no! My work would all be in vain. I dashed '7liw7Juflu4ne14 Thoughtlessness has caused more accidents, Crushed more limbsg Incited more strife, Earned more penalties, Hurt more feelings, Caused more tearsg Lost more money, Disrupted more friendships, Than any other fault on this earth. Pat Laughlin, '55 Kathy's . . . down to the cellar. There the cat had knocked over my tubes and was licking the polka-dot fluid. . Slowly, he was rising. Momentarily stunned, I realized my efforts had not been in vain. Then, all of a sudden, with the speed of a rocket, the cat zoomed through the layers of ceiling and atmosphere-he was a real gone cat. paifftwaq If along the road of life we stray, Our Lady beckons, Come this way. Our days may be filled with sorrow and strife, Until at last a perfect life May be oursg our final goal, A gift to God- A spotless soul. Barbara Jardel, '55 Day of Miracles T WAS A BLAZING, hot day in July with the sun beating down on the backs of the three contented people lying comfortably on a sandy blanket. Suddenly, over the cries of the children playing at the water's edge, came the shouts of the vendor calling, f'Soda pop, 204' a bottle. Get your sodas herein Disturbed by the commotion, Kathy sat up and rubbed the sand from her eyes. 'fWell, if no one else wan-ts a soda, I suppose I'll get one myself. Scrambling to get up, both Eddie and BJ. chimed in together, Don't forget usf' Kathy hopped back over the burning sand, soda splashing from the bottles. fLWell, here's your poison, sis! Where's the money? Eddie laughingly said, I'll pay this time, CATHERINE YEAGER, '55 KATHARINE ZERBEY, '55 BJ., but after welre married, our splurging days are over. He loves meg he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. Eddie, you don't love me! With a quick Wrist movement BJ. tossed the crumbled straw into the sand. With this same movement her engagement ring slipped from her finger and disappeared in the mass of sand. Startled by her cry, Eddie and Kathy sprang to her side. Kathy, trying to comfort BJ., said, Mother told you not to Wear your ring to the beach while the guard is broken. With these consoling words BJ. broke into tears of despair. 'tOh, Eddie how can I ever find my ring in all this sand? Kathy, also in tears, began to dig the sand around the straw, not realizing that she might only push it down deeper. When she had stopped crying, the lifeguard, who had just 7 H

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GO TO MARY S THE LITTLE COUNTRY TOWN of High Point dozed to the musical twitter- ing of robins, the bright spring sun Haunted its colors and rose beyond the evergreen hills. With the sun rose Father O'Malley, rector of the sole parish in High Point. Proceeding across the gravel road to Saint An-thony's, he offered his Mass for each parishioner. Each parishionerf' he contemplated, has an entirely different personality-and few have the same - problems. The priest's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Reds Farrell, his prize altar boy. Father, the boy said, Mom -told me to ask you to stop out today. Her spirits are pretty low,'l he added sadly. Sure, Reds, replied the priest, t'I'll try my best to do that. As the sun descended into dusk, Father O'Malley sat on Farrell's porch with Mrs. Far- rell. Father, I'm at a loss as to what to do next, the woman cried desperately. Reds' father just just won't come to Mass. He refuses to have anything to do with religion. When I ask him if he's lost his faith completely, he ignores me. He's so hardened. It's gotten to the point now where he's almost forbidden Reds to serve Mass! What can I do?l' The priest remained silent for a moment, then advised the sorrowful woman. His parting words were, Our one hope is prayer, Mrs. Farrell. You and I must go to Maryf' Days passed into weeks. There was little change in Mr. Farrell's fallen-away attitude. Weeks advanced into months. One Sunday morning, four faces at Saint Anthony's altar rail were particularly radiant-Father O'Mal- ley's, Mrs. Farrell's, her son's-and her hus- band's. The wanderer had returned to the flock. The scorch.ing July sun beat unmercifully on Father O'Malley's car. As he turned the road bend, the dry mud crunched under the car's wheels. MARIE COONAHAN, '55 The priest slowed down at a huge corn field and waved to Farmer Williams. Tall and white-haired, this man reminded one more of a distinguished executive, than a diligent farmer. He approached the car and placed his strong arms on the door. After discussing local news, Father O'Malley questioned the man abou-t his crops. Bill Williams shook his head, replying, The crops are sure a let down to us -this year, Father. If only we had some rain! This drought will set every farmer in High Point back plenty. Our funds'll be sparse this winter if the weather doesn't change. The priest's heart went out to these hard- working men. They would suffer an immense loss if their crops failed. HMy Words of sympathy won't help much, Billjl he answered, 'ibut maybe, words of prayer will. Why don't you and the family begin a Novena of Rosaries to Mary?'l Farmer Williams liked the idea and heeded it. A few weeks later, Father O'Malley turned the same road bend on a sick call. The car's wheels skidded in the muddy slush, and the rain beat violently on the windshield. Seeing him pass, Bill Williams murmured a silent prayer of thanks to Mary for -the rain, and to her Son for such a noble clergyman. Time was stealing by swiftly and High Point was in the midst of its autumn beauty. Trees arrayed in hues of gold, brown, and scarlet surrounded Saint Anthonyls Church.. jack Nel- son found the rector raking leaves. The priest halted and greeted the young man. ftHello, Jack, what can I do for you? Nothing for me, Father, but I've got to speak to you about Bobby. He followed the priest over to the rectory porch and began. Well, Father, I guess you know about my promise to Mom to complete Bobby's educa- tion. The priest nodded agreement. Yes, she told me shortly before her death last year, jack.