St Patricks High School - Patrician Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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SENIOR FAREWELL As we don our caps and gowns, we are struck with the thought that it is now truly time to bid farewell to our school and to our fellow Patricians. Just how does one say goodbye to something that has been a part of him through most of his life? It is not easy. It is far less easy when that “something” is St. Patrick’s. We have be en here, many of us, for twelve years. To us, St. Patrick’s is home. We leave its halls with a feeling of loneliness, and emptiness within. Yet, our farewell is not all sadness, for we have received in return the best that St. Patrick’s can give us. Our loneli¬ ness, our emptiness, can no longer be found. In our hearts we hold a spirit of fulfillment, a gratitude for what we have received- the spirit of St. Patrick’s. JUNIOR TRIRUTE There comes a time each year before the bud of spring has ripened into the full bloom of summer when the hearts of Seniors everywhere are light and filled with gaiety and laughter. This time is June; the occasion is graduation. Their hearts are overflowing with an abundance of joy and pride at having completed four full and happy years of high school. But this joy is not untinged with sorrow at leaving old friends and familiar places. At graduation each class of seniors experiences this conflict of emotions. The happiness of sharing honors and gains; the friend¬ ships that have been made; and the numerous helps from the faculty in all difficulties have been a tremendous asset in the path to success. So, dear Seniors, as you bid farewell to your loved Alma Mater, your teachers, and fellow students, we rejoice with you in the successful goal which you have attained. We, the Juniors, who have been so close to you through the years, feel this loss keenly, but we will always cherish pleasant memories of the happy hours spent in your company.

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Off to New ork Happy smiles portrayed by anxious Seniors as they anticipate their sojourn in the “Big City .” Amid the hurried farewells of friends, the parental last minute admonitions and a mental check-up on baggage, lunch, and money, we boarded the bus for the greatest city on earth —New York City. In spite of the fun and merriment on the bus, it seemed as if we would never reach our longed-for goal. At last we sighted the New York skyline with its millions of inhabitants and towering buildings. Here we were in this city of dreams. Refreshed after a warm shower and a change of clothes, we ventured out to get our first look at the big town. As we left the hotel, we were surprised to see so many people walk¬ ing up and down Broadway, where millions of electric lights shone in the unbelievable signs that dominated the street. As the day was nearly gone, we limited our promenade to the sights in the near vicinity of the hotel. Although we had promised ourselves that we wouldn’t sleep during our visit, nature won out and the sun awakened us early Monday morning. What scrambling and rushing to get dressed to really see the “big town.” On the way to Radio City, we walked up Fifth Avenue and stood in awe before the splendor of the displays in the shop windows. Before we turned in at the promenade of Rockefeller Center, where we found Radio City, we visited St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Tuesday was a well-filled day as we viewed the Statue of Liberty, the mighty Hudson River, Central Park, Coney Island and China Town. Wednesday morning, blurry - eyed and weary, we dragged ourselves out of bed to at¬ tend Mass said by Father Walsh in St. Pat¬ rick’s Cathedral. After partaking of some breakfast, we wended our way back to the hotel to put the finishing touches to our pack¬ ing for “Home Sweet Home.” Perhaps we may visit New York City many times in our lives, but no trip will be comparable to our Class Trip of 1957.

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