St Nicholas Academy - Vistas Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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endow? REAR-Ann Wangler, Betty Klee, Nancy Foley, Mary Lou Steinback, Patricia Kennedy, Bonnie Werdein, Joan Hanley. FRONT-Carol Schuler, Mary Lou Forton, Katherine Croft, Irene Zehler, Margaret Talbot, Joan Schmid. The judges in the Miss America Contest, at Atlantic City, next summer, w0n't have as much trouble selecting their queen as we had electing our class officers. Being Number One Girl in the Senior Class is almost as important as being Miss America. Rita Hurliman was crowned Miss President and Ann Wangler, Geraldine Kustra and Ioan Schmid shared the reign as her attendants. The stage was darkened, the players were tense, when suddenly--a blood- curdling scream pierced the air. Then s-l-o-w-l-y, an unwilling victim was dragged before the jury. There could be only one verdict-GUILTY, of being a FRESH- MAN. And that, on Initiation Day, was an unpardonable offense. To be or not to be initiated, that was the question. CApologies to the Bard of Avon.j An American in Paris would be as lonely as a real Frenchman in the French Club, organized by Sister Maris Stella--FOR ADVANCED STUDENTS-ONLY. Even though we attempt to conduct our meetings in our native tongue, our English brogue always comes to the rescue when we're 'istuckf' I wonder if anyone in the audience knows how to say 'gOkay in French? And now, through the courtesy of our sponsors, we bring you the Senior Class Motto- Procrastination-ever backwardsf' If anyone doubts the sincerity of our devotion to our theme, we recommend a little chat with Sister Mary of Good Counsel. lim sure that she'll convince you that it's true. SHHI-Ill! No talking behind scenes, girls. Every little noise carries. Does that sound familiar? Could it be Miss Wesley directing the Christmas play? All the weeks and weeks of practicing and worrying had transformed mere lines into l26Il

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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

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74a Seadau 2 REAR-Marilyn Scheelar, Rita Hurliman, Nancy Zilker, Mildred Monaco, Carol Schaab, Patricia Kocinski, Patricia McKenzie. FRONT-Geraldine Kustra, Clara Leising, Eva Miskey, Antoinette Lewandowski, Norma Sherman, Judy Werdein, Joan Sherman. the fairy tale of a Yuletide performance. The magic formula - ':Curtain Going Up transplanted us from the stage of St. Nickis to the village of Greccio and the legend of the first Christmas Crib. A mania for contests seems to have invaded the room. So far, we've tried every- thing from scholarships to essays on How I Feel About Music. It must be wonder- ful to be an English teacher and have to correct these literary masterpieces. Now we'll take time out to say Thank youu to the Iuniors for entertaining us so royally at the Iunior-Senior Banquet. Eating is our hobby, and chief indoor sport, so we all had a salubrious time. Oh! Doesnit she look lovely? Is that a real orchid? Did Richard succeed in borrowing his father's car? This was OUR VERY OWN CLASS NIGHT! It was every bit as wonderful as weid dreamed that it would be. We floated on a pink cloud in Heaven instead of dancing in St. Nick's gym. How could one think of REGENTS at a time like this? Twenty-seven poised young ladies glided down the aisle of Saint Nicholas Church through an honor guard on graduation day. Had you peered closely, youid have discovered twenty-seven pairs of swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Much as We hate to admit it, we'll miss school, our friends and teachers, but most of all, weill miss our beloved Nemesis, American History. The world should prepare itself for a drastic change, for who can stop twenty-seven determined nwomenf, CAny volunteers?j This is Station S-E-N-I-O-R signing off and bidding you all Farewell, Our next broadcast will be made in Heaven. I'll see you all then. I27l