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

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LOVELY A DY IM BLU £ - The statue of 0 7 her arms is a f ami liar stands in its place for years, but I am walk through the hallfafe change that has taken pS e; V. .holding the Child Jesus in •pwer hall at St. Mary’s. It Jfrom the office as it has tt of our graduates were to vthefeig uid notice immediately the v i she past year. P This image , of. 0 ussed fuo ing eyes upon many, cla df™ ' timid Freshmen- and. d.ig the firs-time ' , oach ' mi e hii with pity upon the Se i phs,- gaze. Arid ..be.caus q 4 h ’l 5 e ' eH’ ; ' little events , gradWJJy j| e had 1 duT and her beautiful ' ' some ' . ’pders a; lohj s o reC jr has looked down with lov- s. 3 he has smiled upon , ive come .. into. the. hall for ilsM:v,vondor. And she has looked ofleave ' her . protective along-; a Witness to these a briglitrie-ss ■ -of. her veil SaWeal,. - ' | not he ip ' i: kva fet er Lady to hpr with loving her priogr ' ess: and the k -«||i regret .th||s 0 | ii ■mm?. f- i si $ ter ' at.ior. but ' .that did ari-tfs-.tY to : restore Our the- work and ,v watched ever b:te ' • ' .priayer to v.. V‘.-. . ••• ' Y.- ■ Vi V- 5 Marguerite Miller ’ 44

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In the mad world in which w.e find ourselves today, where hatred, jealousy, greed and selfishness hold sway, ' it is refresh¬ ing to come in daily contact with those whose lives are devoted to the love of God and man, who have sacrificed the honors and wealth of the world and have given their very lives for the ser¬ vice of their neighbors. Those who . have never attended a Catholic School can never 1 realize what this constant environment of sanctity does for us. The simple act of entering a classroom in the morning to ‘greet and be greeted by a nun, in our case a Sister of St. Joseph,gives us a thrill of happiness. The very habit these nuns wear preaches a sermon of peace and joy, of happiness and brotherly love. Now that our school days are over, we realize as never be¬ fore how fortunate we have been to have had the special privilege of receiving a Catholic education under the guidance of the Sis¬ ters of St. Joseph. Reflecting on the flee ting,happy high school days we now marvel at the Christlike patience, the tireless in¬ dustry and the conspicuous holiness of our teachers. They have fulfilled the double duty of teacher and adviser, ever ready to help us in our difficulties and encourage us in our undertakings. As for payment, our Sisters look for no earthly recompense other t han the satisfaction that comes to them when the boys and girls of St. Mary’s, leaving school, carry into the world a stan¬ dard of right living which they have labored so hard to cultivate It remains for us, the Class of ’44, now about to part from our dear friends and teachers, to resolve that their sacrifices shall not be in vain and that we shall carry high and proudly the banner of our Alma Mater. Margaret.Rossetti ’44

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r Glass Poem One day in September Far and away, A group of young students Wended their w a y Through the doors of St Mary’s As Freshmen we went. Toward being good.students Our thoughts were bent We applied ourselves daily And within the year. We were the pride of our Teachers, everywhere We engaged in games and sports With a will. And distinguished oursolves By our swiftness and skill Swiftly and sadly The year rolled around As Sophomores We tred the ground. Our feats in game and sport And Class Our previous record Did surpass. Still another year sped by. And we found ourselves In our third year Our record here remained The same. And all who knew us Proclaimed our fame And now they ' ve gone. Those swift-passing days. And soon will come The parting of ways With aching hearts And tearful eyes. We bid our final, sad, Goodbyes ” We know wo are entering A world at war And all of us soon Will be called to the fore We leave our school days To begin a life In a world full of sadness. Sorrow, and strife. We know that our childhood Days have passed. And our adulthood has come At last. With hearts full of mom ' ries, W© bid fond adieu To the Priests and Sisters And our Classmates too Frances Flaherty rL Mm 01