St Marys High School - Cor Mariae Yearbook (Wilkes Barre, PA)

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11:00 12:00 1:00 2:00 3:00 4:00 5:00 6:00 7:00 8:00 8:30 9:15 10:00 10:45 11:30 J4 Typzkal Qqyy - Senzbm Iimmy Burke who spends most of his waking hours at the WHEEL must go home some time. Winnie Elliott dreaming out loud, m-m-m. Red Conway things up a good excuse for being late in the morning. Petruzzini sisters are sound asleep. Someone dropped a shoe going up the stairs-We thought so-Brislin's late again!! Mergo and Lenahan in the mountains at this time of night! Heavens! Pat Merrigan just fell out of bed. Studious Rose Mary Reilly is ex- tinguishing her light. McLarney or Simonson are pouring lead in Lynn's ears-or is it just a dream? Peggy McTague peers at the clock. She still has three hours to sleep. Tony Stredny's up and at his job. The cows do need milking. A mad scramble-Nora Reilly just jump- ed out of bed. Audrey, Ruth, and Pat Meehan are rolling out, too. Tommy Elward goes to make a bus. He can run you know. Of course, Callahan is miles ahead of him. The bell rings. McDonald and Dougher just made it-we hope! Mary Devaney and Claire Kilqallon walk SLOWLY to Commercial class. Charlie Wood arrives breathless at French while Ioe Regan meanders to chemistry. Mary Theresa, Ann Corbett and Martha Wright jaunt to home room for more math books. Helen Hogan, Nancy Moore and Peggy Riley hurry to see what kind of sand- wiches DUFF has. NOON: Senior lunches rapidly disappear. 12:05 12:45 1:15 1:30 2:15 3:00 4:00 5:00 6:00 7:00 8:00 9:00 10:00 11:00 Iames Klapps leads a perfect line of Senior boys to English. Pertect?? Ed Bartish forgot his books. USO? Gug strides to typing wilh Rose Gallagher and chaperoned by Sister. David Cooney dashes for work?? Dash? Did I say Dash ? Mountaineers, Doris and Ieanne, leave for the Poconos. Attention!!! Senior girls-Marie Lewis, Alice Fahey, Bernadine, and Bibiana- partake of the daily coke. Be careful, girls, it's fattening. Bell rings, signifying the end of another school day. Headed for the Sugar Bowl are Mary Moore and Marie Lynch: for the Spa, Norzie Klein and Alice Stout. Ann Grzybowski, Ieanne Marie and Winnie Harrity hustle home. Mothers worried? Hurrying to the Square are Marguerite and Margie. The alibi, If I go late again today, I'll get killed. home Dorothy Henehan sets the table while Aleatha Iones eats the last meal of the day. Eleanor Shannon is perplexed. What dress will I wear? After all, Bart has seen this one. Pat Dougherty dashes to the Canteen, while Iirnmy Mulroy still eats. Mary Sheridan, Rosemary Ruddick and Ed Curtin are skating while Teresa and Donald drive up in a car. Ioe Feldman retiring for that beauty sleep so necessary for his school-girl complexion. That Mallery bus is carrying Mary Louise and Ieanne Hanley. Home?? After this hard day we hope to find all good Seniors safely in bed???!!!

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Top: CSIVIC Meeting: Bishops Feast Day Play. Second row: Busy typists: Mad Chemists at work: Historians iight World War I. Third row: Harvest Festival: Class officers: Flaq raisinq: End of a perfect day. Bottom: Father Dineen greeted by class ofiicers: Busy Seniors stop to seek Mary's help.

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Class fiklofy 1942-1943 FRESHIES How appalling that name sounded to us youngsters gathered in St. Mary's to begin our life of intellectual development. Imagine our amazement when we were treated as ordinary kids . Being immature, we did not figure very prominently in athletics. Time passed quickly. Before we realized it, the dreaded mid-year exams were upon us. But through our keen desire for studies tnote well, keen desirel we passed with flying colors, half-mast. After the Christmas holidays, tempus fugit until spring came with an urge to dispose of books. This urge went unheeded. After passing final exams, vacation received a hearty welcome from all of us. 1943-1944 SOPHOMORES Of course, all of us came back with the idea that we were very big. tlt was only our ideal We finally found ourselves on the inside of things. However, Sophomore year wasn't with- out its difficulties. We found it hard to assert our newly acquired rights having only Freshies upon whom to avenge ourselves. Quarterly quizzes almost ruffled 'our gentle dispositions. Nevertheless, our budding genius was not destined to bloom unseen. Soon we were ac- claimed extraordinary-by the Freshies. We did not blush to see our names posted on the failure list-another extraordinary feat. Well, summer came and some of us deigned to en- gage in light occupations. 1944-1945 IUNIORS After a long and interesting summer the doors of St. Mary's were flung open and through the halls there was a clamor of happy jolly Iuniors. Because of the boys' continued bashfulness, the class was still separated. We recall Alice Stout collecting nickels from the Iunior girls for the CSMC. As everyone knows the girls are on the job when it comes to money-matters. Along the road to our school affairs we see many weeping Seniors and agitated Iuniors. Could it be because of the postponement of the Prom? Here it is spring again and we find Claire Kilgallon with some of her other ambitious friends trudging up the cliff on their way to the Tubs. After our an- nual picnic and exams-which we all loved- we said farewell, to another year of our school days. 1945-1946 SENIORS At last we reached the pinnacle of our Freshman hopes. Together we planned future achievements and built colossal air castles. If dreams come true, St. Mary's will have some very prominent laurels added to her history. This memory book is our last public manifesta- tion of loyalty to the school. We have tried to make it worthy of its predecessors and place it where future classes must give their best to equal it. When time has revealed the training that St. Mary's has put in our character, when past years will appear as the sole foundation of future success, look back-Seniors of '46- and see these years as the happiest years of your youth.