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

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op left Senior Class Officers; left to right Joseph Small treasurer; Ernest Lemire vice-pres¬ ident; Anna Curley sec¬ retary; Leon Osachuk president; Above; Cast of Senior Play; Do You Believe in Luck? Left; Officers of Junior Science Club. Left to right; Robert Phillips, June Rouleau, Hen¬ ry Pyne. Bottom left; Cast of another Senior Play”Polly’s Hero”. Below; Officers of Senior French Club; left to right; Edward Whalley vice-pres¬ ident, Mary McKenna secretary, and Leon Osachuk, president.

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TO fArM£K jVIUjTPHY S the strains of The Te Derun softly v afted their way heavenward, the Rev, Richard D. Liurphy, ' pastor of St, Llary’s Church, Uxbridge, left the altar, a priest of God and an ar.ibassador of Christ, On that solemn and Joyous occasion he heard the words of the Bishop, ”Go forth and teach ye all nations-Thou art a priest forever”, Truly Father Lurphy has lived up to the obligations imposed upon him on that day. Truly, he is a priest of God, he guides his flock v ith paternal care and it is the youth of his parish which claims his greatest care. Not long after be¬ coming pastor in Uxbridge, Father started the flow of Catholic students to St. hary ' s High School, Ills group, of boys and girls grov s larger year by year, manifesting his zeal in the cause of Catholic education. The boys and girls of Uxbridge cherish Father liurphy as a guide and friend. They admire his strength of character and his unfailing charity. They appreciate all he has done for them and ask God to bless him v lth many fruitful years of ser¬ vice in the vineyard of the I master. In closing our tribute to a great man of God, v;e can think of no greater lines than the Call of Christ, to which he so nobly responded:- Come, if thou lovest he, feedUiy lambs. Thou knowest I love Thee, Lord Then take and give the priceless gifts LIy bounty both afford. Teach them the mysteries of Ily love V ho heareth thee, heareth lie. And when Thou sayest, ”I absolve”. Thou turnest heaven’s key. In memory of He, each morn Thou’It drink the sacred wine. Ernest Lemire ’59,

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r By Ernest J, Lemire CAST Dorothy Lucler-Wife of a wealthy banker. Helen Gordon-An artist. Eileen McCarthy-Sob-story writer. As the curtain rises, we see Dorothy absorbed in reading the paper. The door bell rings and Helen and Eileen enter to enjoy an ' in¬ formal chat. Dorothy; Hello Helen, Hi Eileen, come in and make yourselves at home. (Girls flop easily into chair) Helen: Oh, I’m all a flutter, I just left Mary Collins’ Hat Shop , I got a real bargain, a honey marked way down. Mary always was good at striking bargains. Dorothy: Say, did you hear about Cecelia Grant? Eileen: No, Tell us about it. Helen: Sure, let us in on it. Dorothy: It isn ' t much I guess. It’s just that she’s been after Edward ' ' Vhalley hammer and tongs since he became pres¬ ident of the VVhalley-Goddard-Eeenan Airline Inc. and- Eileen: That’s ancient history. Dot. I heard that yesterday so let me broadcast my trip to California. I’m just burst¬ ing with r.ll the news I have gathered en route. Think of it, just as I was boarding the train I saw the en¬ gineer, face and hands begrimed with grease and dirt and he walked right over to me with the assurance of an old friend. Imagine the surprise I got when I dis¬ covered that he was Donald Witcher. At New York I took passage on one of the S.S. Small Steamships, controlled and operated by our nov; famous classmate, Joseph Small. I didn’t meet Joe personally but, walking up the gang¬ plank I was saluted by two gallant and husky seamen. It took a second look to convince ms that they were rep¬ resentatives of old St. Mary’s, Stanley Gac and John Ford. Behind the ship’s large bar stood Joseph Wells whom I learned was the best mixer-up. I ordered a glass of ginger ale and had a little chat with Joe over the rim. Joe told me that Ernie Bouchard v as the ship’s head steward. The boat was not leaving until evening so I decided to take in a ball game. The Yankees were playing the Red Sox and I knew some of the players so was interested. ” Batteries for the Red Sox bellowed the umpire Murphy pitch, Eckersall catch . The Sox won and I loft New York in a happy frame of mind Imowing that two classmates had helped to bring the victory. After a pleasant voyage I landed in San Francisco. It was Election Day and stretched across tho Main St. was a sign proclaiming to the world that Joseph Scannell, was running for Governor.Underneath in less conspicu¬ ous script I read that Big Bill IC nnedy was campaign manager for Scannell.