St Marys High School - Tower Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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jfistory ,47348 At first . . . to the 107 Young ladies tat least we felt we wetw entering St. Mary High, the corridors seemed so long, the stairs so high and wide, and the study hall a mass of bobbing faces. And then . . . we were initiated Pat Nolan won a prize for her radio- tower hat, and the Seniors laughed heartily at Joan Axt's Clowning. Our assembly in General Science gave us a chance to show the rest of the school what we could do. Our quaking voices often faltered but, one by one, we re- cited out very own jingle about fire prevention. A Christmas tree reaching the ceiling and Glen Hollander telling us about Willie, made the yule season one not to be forgotten. In March, our first retreat, solemn and inspiring, turned our thoughts from frivolous things and made us aware that we were growing up. And lastly . . . we were thrilled to give our Big Sisters a party but sad to think they were leaving. June brought a sigh of relief that we were no longer Fteshies, but a wary presenti- rnent about the coming Sophomore year. ,48349 We felt ourselves veterans of the institution. We had formally come of age and were full-fledged Sophomores How well we remember that year! Classes . . . In Latin we translated the thrilling words Gaul as a whole is divided into three parts. We sat on the edge of our Chairs as we read Silas Marnet and juiius Caesar. We delved into the carcass of an earth- worm and came up with the amazing fact that it had a brain and five hearts. We Houndeted around in the wisdom of the ancient theorems. Yes, we had our fun and our problems, but our fun far outweighed our problems. Entertainment . . . We loved giving our Sophomore dance. Out planning and working were well rewarded be- cause everyone had a good time. St. Patrick himself would have enjoyed the girls who played and sang Mo Namatahs Bandu for his Feast-day as- sembly. Then we took the Seniors t0 Ault Park. Together we consumed piles of sandwiches, gobs of potato chips, and gallons of coke! We tomped and played and had a marvelous time. Ah yes, that was a wonderful year! Nevertheless we anxiously looked for- ward to being Juniors.

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qu Efarzewell To our Alma Mater with all .rhe Jtamd; for . . T0 the Faculty who have given it; 10 mach . , T0 the Junior, Sophomore, and Frethmen friend- Jhipx that have been Jhared with m . . . the Senior Belle: ring out Farewell? With tears in our eyes, and prayers on our lips, we step into the world and tuck sweet memories into our hearts --memories of St. Mary ideals and purposes; of Faculty guidance, encouragement, and untiring efforts; of fellow studentsh wonderful spirit and cooperation. Pray for us and remember us; for, although we must part, 'you Will live forever in our hearts.

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,49350 Three down, one to go, could have been our motto of that year. For the fltst time in history, three home- rooms were needed to house the 91 lasses who answered roll call. Quite early we realized what a wonderful thing seniority can be but we hope we didn't take undue advantage of the under classmen. Out Junior Play caused quite a stir and the pint-sized Thespians well de- served the applause that greeted them after the hnal curtain. Aching muscles was the price paid by -all those who worked on the Prom. A girl on the Stat Committee could be recognized by her glitterhing face and hair or her shellaced fingers. How- ever, the sky was a masterpiece. What if it did take a months and a half to sew it, and days of back-breaking labor to erect it? The look in the eyes of our Seniors was reward enough for anything. Quickly the year sped by. Gradua- tion of the Class of 50 left us feeling a little panicky, but in manner be- coming out rank we gracefully, yet gratefully, accepted the title of Seniors. 350351 At last it came, our senior year e the year to which we had looked for- ward so ardently. Yet, strangely enough, we felt sad about it for it meant that our time at St. Mary was almost at an end. Remembering the uncertainty of our first days in high school, we wel- comed those who were to be our hlittle sistersh with a picnic at Ault Park. The acquaintances formed that day made the initiation more personal and in- teresting. The arrival of our class rings caused quite a stir. Repeatedly, and with much pride, they were held out for inspece tion. From then on, senior conversa- tion displayed quite a bit of pantomine wespecially involving the ring hand. All too soon, Christmas came. After a great deal of practice we had the opportunity to carol for the rest of the school. Had it actually been three years since first we witnessed this senior tradition? The new year brought much ac- tivity. We settled down to work on out Memory Book, and after weeks of revising and selecting it was ready for publication. Its success gave us no little pleasure for it proved our pride was justifiable. Hardly was our re- treat over when preparations began for graduatibn. Those last days over-flowed with exciting activities; The Prom, the Din- ner-Dance, Baccalaureate Sunday ... now, all precious memories. Having attained our goal, a Catholic High School education, we resigned our position to the Junior Class, of- fered gratitude for those happy years, and reluctantIy became Alumnae.