St Marys High School - Blue Mantle Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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CLASS HISTORY Would that we might enter each period in our lives’ history, imhued with the same spirit of happiness as that which we entertained on the first glad morning of our High School Course. The morning of which I speak dates hack to September, 1928, when form every dir¬ ection of our big town, there sailed into St. Mary’s Academy, about thirty boys and girls, who when united, formed the glorious class of 1932. So did the history of our class begin. Commencing with that very first morning, when under the kindl direction of our beloved pastor, Father Riordan, who at the expiration of a few salutary words of advice, assigned us to our class room. Here under the guidance of Sister Rose Vincent, we made a good imitation of learning the intricacies of Algebra, and the rud¬ iments of Latin. During our first year, base-ball was renewed at St. Mary’s. Our class, freshmen though we were, was ably represented by John Hourihan, John Glennon and Joseph Gallagher. Then too, we were calle upon to share in the social activities of the school, which we did with all the zest and energy that has since characterized the class of 1932. June arrived, and with it good-bye to school and books for ten long weeks. Our first year was over and we departed to enjoy our vacation with the sense of a work well done.” After vacation, for the second time we entered the po rtals of St. Mary ' s, and this time, with more confidence for were we not sophomores? We tackled the books again, this tine under the watch¬ ful eye of Sister Francis Assissium. But unfortunately, before the year was half over, bister became ill, and Sister Rose Vincent was called upon to take her place. As Sophomores, we again contributed to all social and athletic endeavors. Our stars in basket-ball this year were Joseph Gallagher, John Glennon and William Noe. We van- our rivals, Milford High, in two overwhelming defeats in baseball and we were also fortunate in the scholastic line by being represented on the debating team. The summer vacation soon came, and although sorry to leave school, we received it with smiles, repressing the sad sighs that arose, for we knew that September would soon come. Our third or junior year, was in many respects the most eventful of our course. This year brought us a parting of ways for some chose the Commercial Course under Sister Rose of the Holy Name, and others, the Classical, with Sister Saint Ignatius. Class elections were held and the officers chosen were: John Davoren for PresidentRita Pyne for Vice President; Ann Lally for Secretary and Elizabeth Meade, for Treasurer. On the basket-ball squad, we were again represented by Jphn Hourihan, Joseph Gallagher, and William Noe. While in baseball we defeated Milford High for the second, time, gaining a firmer hold on the Daily News Baseball Trophy. Here again, John Nolan and Franci Stock, two ‘-ro e Juniors were largely responsible for our reputation as high scorers. This year we produced the ’’Georgia Minstrels” and ’’Turning the Trick”, the juniors again renewing their past successes. Senior year came at last and we were impressed with our own dignity when we saw how the Freshmen looked up to us. We tried to imagine how they must feel at seeing this glorious class of dig¬ nified young men and women, who took the first place in everything. How serious and self-possessed they we e in debates, actually defeat¬ ing Cathedral for possession of the coveted Bishop O ' Leary Cup. How

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CLASS POEM A little while ago, our hearts were full. Full of fair dreams of things we planned to do, Mow dreams have given place to bitterness, The time has come when we must part from you. In youthful fire our fondest dreams shone bright, The self-same fire has burned to ash ’ere now, The word farewell must cross our paths today, We knov. ; not hew. With sadness born of deepest reverence, And grief that parting calls its very own, Our hearts frame fond farewells to you at last, In faltering tone. Farewell, 0 Alma Mater, Ln the course Of years, may fortune and success be i hine, Remembrance of pleasant days spent We claim for all time. Again farewell, We cannot add thereto, The fancied pleasures shat within us dwell, Our hearts are much too full for further speech, Again farewell. MEK