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

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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

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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 • • • CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1941, of St. Mildred s High School, City of Laurel, State of Maryland, being of sound and disposing mind and memory and not under the influence of any person or persons, do hereby declare this to be our Last Will and Testament, revoking all other wills, parts of wills, or codicils thereto attached, by us heretofore made. With charity for all and malice toward none, we bequeath the following personal and class belongings to underclassmen to help them in the pursuit of happiness: Our dignity and good sense to the Junior Class; may they apply it with rapid and spreading strokes. To the Sophomore Class our quick wits, rapid elucidations, and, best of all, our ability to get on the good side of everybody. To the Freshmen our utmost sympathy and our ability to absorb English, Math., Science, and all those studies which are beyond the comprehension of their immature capacities. I, James Trimiglozzi, bequeath my Irish brogue to Erika Kelly. I, Cecilia Bertling, bequeath my quiet disposition to talkative Robert Miller. I, Marie Kiernan, leave my raven tresses to John Murphy. I, Charles Knox, hereby bequeath my bottle of Vigiro hair tonic to John Baldwin. (Guaranteed to grow hair on a door knob.) I, James Lepore, bequeath my pleasant laugh to Philip Knox to supplement his sinister chuckle. I, Margaret Tuttle, hereby leave my love of school to Edna Kelly if she will but call for it. (Tel. No. B U N K). I, Marie Kiernan, bequeath my much cherished seat in the Ringe limousine to Dorothy Smith. I, Margaret Curtin, hereby leave my superfluous knowledge of Physics to Lorraine Thompson, and my love for History to Carolyn Ringe. I, Mary Jean Stout, hereby bequeath to Marjorie Madera my school girl blushes. I, John Zalonis, bequeath my scholastic ability to Ann Marie Pape. I, James Trimiglozzi, hereby bequeath some of my extra energy to Mike Kraeski. (Ahhhhhh, Eh Mike??) I, Charles Knox, hereby bequeath my bashful ways to Winifred Hopkins. I, James Lepore, leave my book on How to Box in Ten Easy Lessons to Buddy Mettee and Francis Reeder. I, Mary Jean Stout, hereby bequeath my heart's interest to Frances Sharp. I, Edward Kennedy, bequeath my exceeding love for the Navy to Mary Katherine Graban. In testimony whereof, we. The Senior Class of 1941, St. Mildred's High School, do set our seal on this our Last Testimony on this 12th day of June, 1941, A. D. Signed: Senior Class. Marie Kiernan, Edward Kennedy, Scriveners. Witnesses: Carolyn Ringe; Robert Miller. 13