St Nicholas Academy - Vistas Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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74a Seaiofw 2 SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS LEFT TO RIGHT-Geraldine Kustra, Secretoryp Ann Wcngler, Vice-Presidenlg Joan Schmid, Treasurery Rita Hurlimcm, President. This is Susie Senior, your Class Historian, broadcasting all the exciting, heart- warming and amusing news of the Class of 1951. In the year 1947, the atom bomb became more than a secret experiment, the United Nations were trying to establish a lasting peace, and OUR CLASS ENTERED SAINT NICHOLAS ACADEMY. The spectacular glory of the Eucharistic Congress made us feel as though God had given us a precious gift by letting us begin our high school career the same year as the Diocese of Buffalo celebrated its one hundredth birthday. We even paraded in honor of the occasion through the scenic section of Buffalo -lower Main Street. The kind seniors made us feel very Welcome by inviting us to be guests of honor at a banquet. There was only one catch-we had to provide a free floor show. Initiation proved to be a real test of our womanhood. Our grown-upi' sophistica- tion deserted us and our knees shook as, one by one, we stood in the spotlight. Sister Madeleva, our homeroom teacher, was the only Freshie', who enjoyed that performance. Our early Pilgrim Fathers established a democratic government and we, their great-great-grandchildrenf, attempted to exercise our priceless heritage by electing Ioan Schmid, Rita Hurliman, Patricia McKenzie and Marjorie Van Buren as our leaders. Like Pandora, we opened a secret chest at our Christmas Party, but instead of inflicting evil C???j upon the world, We displayed our talent for the approval of the Academy. After January exams we staged a raffle. An epidemic of spring fever and day- dreams later invaded the class and we counted the hours, minutes and seconds until June with its promise of summer vacation. THIS IS STATION F-R-E-S-H-M-A-N signing off with a message to all of our classmates: HAVE FUN! And now, dear listeners, Aunt Susie continues the story of your favorite class. We've aged', quite a bit during the summer. Why, weire old enough to behave now! Sister Maris Stella should be proud of her forty-three KSOCKOMORESW This quaint title was bestowed upon us by a potential classmate - a first grade girl. CShe has about the same mentality as most of us.Q 1241

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4 4.1, -f fekafc ' A , ll ,.. . NYM: ,T,.a? ,-nil. 'Q-ivan ' ' .V X .W gi fail! V: it iw l Q-e it-fb . 5' '- ff -. . . V' 1 f 'flirt z , V -, f I L M af 1:3 '1,1:j,,5:5,.,,?, fb H 4 , 2.11 ' 'rf-f 'Z TZ-E2 A l i-. ,. ix --.la , Q V- 5.4 .X J is ,.,,, 583.1641 2, w '- 2 lr , QQ ,Q 1.,. I .- -. wwf .i 1 .541 ,l -:' ' 71?-u .. Z : ' gy., 152 1: 5554 'yy ' y . 1. The calendar assures us that four years have elapsed since we first crossed the threshold of St. Nicholas Academy. The time has come to bid adieu to high school life and yet, none of us has completed her education, for human life and education are inseparable. As we cast a backward glance, it seems but a short time between our initial day in high school and this memorable night, which practically terminates a quartet of joyous years. In the interim we have acquired confidence and appear to have taken several necessary and important steps toward a successful future. Our benefits have have been twofold in that we have secured religious education for which we sought admission, and training that will stand us in good stead throughout future years. All this naturally turns our thoughts to those who have played such an impor- tant role in our individual successes. To Right Reverend Monsignor james McGloin, we extend our gratitude for his untiring efforts in making St. Nicholas what it is today. We shall never forget his inspiring advice and guidance which have been instrumental in bringing us nearer to jesus Christ and His Blessed Mother. To Sister Mary Inez and Sister Mary Joanna, principals during our pleasant sojourn here, we owe heartfelt thanks for untiring patience and interest in steering us toward the goal symbolized by this occasion. What successes we may achieve, whatever accomplishments may become ours, we shall share with our beloved faculty, whom we have always found interested listeners and wise counsellors. They, too, will experience with us, the thrill which comes from something accomplished, something done. To our parents, we pledge our undying gratitude for the numerous sacrifices they have made for us to acquire a Catholic education. They have taught us that the wealth of a nation lies in the integrity of its families, and we, on our part, have accepted our Catholic home training as the seed of American life. In facing young womanhood with faith born of trust in Divine Providence, joined to courage and determination, our ambitions will undoubtedly carry us far afield. But, wherever we may be, may we profit by the influence of the principles and precepts assimilated in our associations with Saint Nicholas Academy. Our places will shortly be filled by others, just as eager, just as determined to succeed. It is our sincere wish that all the delightful and valuable experiences which have been ours, will descend upon them in full measure, that, when their turn comes, they may be as regretful to leave the Academy as we are this evening. za.. 4 zfmem.. i23l

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'Me Swma Eminem Learning about Caesaris Gallic Campaigns and practicing our French grunts wasn't quite as difficult as trying to act dignified. We nominated our candidates for the presidential election of 1968. Our class officers: Ioan Schmid, Rita Hurliman, Antoinette Lewandowski and Geraldine Kustra should lend a ufemininen air to the White House. The smell of grease paint and the lure of the footlights enchanted us. We fretted and worried, but our Christmas play, Lucy was a tremendous success Cat least, to usb. It may have been a hint, or a futile hope that we'd soak ini, a little culture, when the Nuns took us to see the Black Hills Passion Playf' You may have recog- nized Eva Miskey, Nancy Foley and Rita Hurliman as the stars,' of the mob scene. Our valuable experience as veteran troupers came to our rescue when we staged a Variety Show. There's no other name for it, our show was a conglomera- tion of everything. QWe still blush when someone mentions One Terrible Night,'D. Yes, it was fun being s0Ck0m0fes,r so, with a tear in our eyes, Station S-O-P-H-O- M-O-R-E bids au revoir to the land of easy living - Sophomore Isle. Iust three years, two months, ten days and four hours ago, we entered St. Nick's and now, we're Hupperclasswomenf' It seems like a miracle. Sister Madeleva's cheery smile greeted us and for a moment, we thought that our past had finally caught up with us. It was almost as though we were Freshmen all over again. While Sydney Carton struggled with the rise of the common man and the French Revolution, we staged a revolt of our own and elected Carol Schaab, Ioan Schmid, Antoinette Lewandowski and our own Silas lVlarner, Diane Young. EXTRA! EXTRA! EXTRA! It's time to announce that we owned, wrote and published that amazing yellow sheet, THE NICHOLETTE. Our circulation was phenomenal. Simply everyone bought a copy Cafter we had threatened her --just a littleb. Horace Greeley would have turned over in his literary grave could he have known the prayer of the Staff: Please, God, let us get this issue out ON TIME li' W'ho isilovelier than an angel? A Iunior in costume for the Senior Christmas play. With enough mascara, lipstick and rouge on, we looked heavenly Cfor oncej. We even contributed a star', to shine on the Christ Child. Pat McKenzie's flaming hair illuminated the manger as she held the real golden beam. Just as we were beginning to enjoy C???j the educative process, our dear friends, the coal miners, had to go on strike. Even your historian missed getting up at seven o'clock every morning and rushing to school. What is rarer than a day in Iune? The night in May when we held our junior- Senior Banquet. Who could resist our own cooking, lovingly served by the P.T.A.? fIt must have been good, inasmuch as weire all still in the land of the living.j We'll all take sixty seconds out to sigh as we recall the romantic glamor of our Iunior Prom. We were so thrilled that we even permitted the lordly Seniors to hold their Class Night on the same day. All looked like angels, were as happy as brides, and thanked the fates that we were young and not ancient like our parents. Station I-U-N-I-O-R has just received a last minute news Hash to be read for the benefit of all future Freshmen-BEWARE!!! As Susan Senior, your roving historian, I am going to repeat the sentiments of one of our classmates-- At Last! CUnquote.D Three years of sweating and slaving, trying to dodge studying have finally paid off- We're Seniors!! I wonder why the underclasswomen never seem to realize that weire the most won- derful people on earth? COULD THEY BE IEALOUS? I25l