St Mildreds High School - Memories Yearbook (Laurel, MD)

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• • • MEMOIRS • • • of which any similar Institution might well be proud. It also saw the mod- ernization and extension of our Laboratory Equipment. 1940-41 Neither scholastic nor other casualties were sustained by our class in its passage from the Junior to the Senior year. We did have the good fortune to receive as a new member, Mary Jean Stout, of Fort George G. Meade, who soon became actively engaged in all our class programs. This year has been one of intensive study—not exclusively one of work, however, for the progressive spirit of our faculty is shown by their encourage- ment of two dances which were sponsored and arranged by our Class. The affairs were successful and did much to maintain an enthusiastic school spirit. Our four years in high school have not been marked by any unusual hap- penings. That is as it should be—in every well-ordered school. The courses of study have not been easy. We have had to work hard to attain and hold proper scholastic standing, but our difficulties have been minimized and our respective paths made smooth by the ability and kindness of the faculty. Therefore, we may honestly say, the years have been pleasant as well as profitable for us, and we shall look back to St. Mildred's with affection and gratitude in the years to come. Margaret Curtin, '41 PROPHECIES Oh, Senior Class of St. Mildred's High School, hear ye the message I bring. Life is divided into three great periods, the past, the present, the future. The past, with its many happy days of freedom from care, is behind you. It is now only a succession of beautiful memories, that, in years to come, we shall love to recall. The present, with its petty trials, its days of study and play, of triumph and disappointment, is with you now, but the great unknown future stretches out before you, an untraveled road, filled with—you know not what. Perhaps it is great joy and success; perhaps sorrow and disap- pointment; perhaps wealth; perhaps poverty; perhaps fame. You go forward with, as it were, your eyes blindfolded, traveling the great road of life, each step opening up something new, something unexpected. But I, with my mystic power, can unfold that future to you and give a brief glimpse of this class many years from today while I gaze into my crystal ball. O mystic ball, from out thy depths, The luture to this class reveal. Thy knowledge, hidden deep from sight, Pray give us now, and naught conceal. I see a great building from which several, very charming young ladies, books in arm, walk lightly and merrily chatting to their cars. In the midst of them I behold our lovely Margaret Curtin. Peggy has just surprised the whole University by finding an isotope heretofore unknown to any chemist. What else could be expected as a result of Margaret's untiring efforts in her studies? I see miles and miles stretching before me—a farm—more specifically a poultry farm. Let me see—I know that face under the broad hat: Charles Webster Knox, Jr. Business seems to be booming enough for Charles to do a little traveling on the side, as he appears to be tossing a few of his suitcases into a very nifty limousine. Have a good trip, Charles! 1 1

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• • • MEMOIRS • • • HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1941 St. Mildred's High always has been in the front rank of the Educa- tional Institutions of the State. In order to retain and improve its position— as it has always done—the faculty and equipment consistently have been strengthened and bettered from year to year. Since the student-body of any school must function as an integral unit, we of the class of 1941, not only have seen these improvements made, but have benefited from them. 1937- 38 A class of seventeen freshmen entered St. Mildred's High School in the fall of 1937. Eleven of them had graduated from our Elementary School in June of that year; six came from other schools—both in and out of our state. All of us began our secondary school education with some trepidation because we had already begun to realize, after our graduation a few months ago, that our primary-school courses had only tapped the Fount of Knowledge made available to all students by our excellent educational system and that we were crossing a threshold beyond which awaited much hard work in, (to us), as yet unchartered and altogether new fields. Our fear did not last long, however, for we were quickly taken in hand by the faculty and, with their patient and capable tutelage, found our work not only interesting, but pleasant and beneficial to us in many ways in our everyday lives. So it was that we came to the end of the Scholastic year—and its accom- panying examinations—with a feeling that we had been greatly helped thereby. It should be mentioned, before going further, that—during this year—our high school, which always had been affiliated with the Catholic University of America, was recognized as an accredited secondary school by the State Board of Education. During the year, too, our class participated—with the other students of our school, in the Bi-Centennial celebration of the birthday of Charles Carroll, of Carrollton, at Doughoregan Manor, the ancient seat of the Carroll family. The Drum and Bugle Corps of the Laurel Sons of the American Legion (al- though it included many boys not of our faith) very kindly cooperated with us and provided martial music for the occasion. Our school, then brought to direct comparison with much larger ones from the District of Columbia and from all parts of Maryland, received many favorable comments for the out- standing appearance and conduct of its representation. 1938- 39 Our class, Sophomores now, was so unfortunate as to lose many desirable members before the beginning of the scholastic year—certain of our good students moving to other localities or finding it necessary to attend other schools. This loss, however, was offset by the completion of arrangements which made it possible for children in Fort George G. Meade to attend St. Mildred's and, although none of them entered our Class, the enrollment of the school— considered as a whole—was above that of the preceding year. James Trimiglozzi had joined us towards the end of the first year. 1939- 40 The composition of our class changed during our Junior year, but the losses exactly equaled the gains—so our number remained unchanged. Those who joined us as Juniors were Marilyn Weaver, Charles Knox, and Edward Kennedy. We hope to be able to say they will graduate with us. This year saw the publication of the first Year Book” of our school—a work 10

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• • • MEMOIRS • • • There comes a courtroom into view. A renowned lawyer is pleading the case for his client. Of course, I know this intelligent looking young gentleman anywhere, for it is none other than the John Zalonis. Keep up the good work, Johnny; the going looks like it's all for you, and I don't blame this, either. Gracious, a handsome chap in naval uniform I see now! Could it be Edward Kennedy? Why, it is he; I see him clearly now. Lt. Kennedy is ready to board one of Uncle Sam's finest battleships. Coming into view is a large Army Hospital. Up and down the long cor- ridors speed noiselessly angels of mercy. Do 1 not know the one coming now with the happy smile? Indeed, it's Miss Mary Jean Stout. She seems to be very popular with the Staff and patients many of whom owe their quick recovery to the kind attention she extends to everyone. The neatest little cottage, one could ever dream of, is now in the center of the crystal ball. The door opens, and there stands our lovely golden-haired Cecilia Bertling. I do not know her married name. The guests, she is receiv- ing now, simply call her Cely. With the fading of this blissful scene, I see another quickly replacing it. A great office building. Dictating a letter to one of his secretaries, I see James Trimiglozzi. I do not know much about accounting, but Trim must, because he arranges everything with ease and preciseness. Fame, at last, has come to you, Jim! Another view. Do I see right? A boxing match has just ended. The referee is holding high the hand of the winner, who is none other than James Lepore. James doesn't look as if he had been boxing. He moves about rather quietly. Boxing for him is a pasttime game among friends, you know. Here is a stately home. Now I can see through the window into a room with furniture artistically arranged. Everything is just so! No wonder—for it's our gentle Margaret Tuttle who has been made queen in the house. Don’t forget, Peggy, to send all the little princes and princesses to St. Mildred's. Now the ball is growing dim, but I can still recognize the smiling face of Marie Kiernan as she is boarding her plane for a flight to St. Mildred's High to rest and hide there from the enthusiastic public, after she set a record in flying to California. Dimmer and dimmer grows the ball. Its message is over, and I, too, will say to you my farewell message, God bless you! Carolyn Ringe, '42 MOTTO THROUGH LIFE Here's to this nineteen lorty-one class! Here's a wish tor each lad and a wish lor each lass. May we have courage to tight tor the right. Courage, no matter how dark be the night. May we show kindness to those who are weak. May we climb upward, though climbing be steep. May we be loyal in all that we do, Honest, industrious and always be true To God and the country. United we stand, Unshaken, untrightened, till reaching the end. 12