St Pauls Cathedral High School - Book and Sword Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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, . CATHEIDRAI, HIGH SCHOOLS VARSITY lfnzsr Row, left to right-Helen Kalnas, Mary Bulrh. Nlary Purcell, Claire I.ahoon, Nlary .Xgnes if-fV '-'f6e L?':A ' McGrail, Teresa Unger. Esther Moriarty. - 5 ' 4 'J C-'f Slccomn Row-Patricia Tenney, lylartina Flannery. .-'Xnn Newell, Connie latkovich. Mary Coyne, fvvcgii-,,,' 5155! +'Margaret Van Buskirk, Mary Helen Hockswender, Irene Brennan. Nlary .Xgnes Brown. 344, Catherine Ilulfy. 4, sf 0 'l'lnRn Row, standing-lilifabeth Kaminski, Evelyn Kane, Patricia Higgins, Eleanor Hlerkley. at I ' Varsity News The season is over and Cathedral High School is proud of its record. In a twenty- two game schedule we won Fifteen games, tied one, and lost six. The team of '41 was one of the best in many years, and their spirit. and perfect co-ordination was some- thing of which to be proud. Ylle speak for the entire student body in saying that we truly appreciate the season of thrills brought to us by the players. The varsity, however, is convinced that it would have made rather a poor showing had it not been for their coach, Miss Dorothy Phlor. An understand- ing friend and a capable instructor, she cheered the girls in their victories and con- soled them in their defeats. Of more im- portance. Miss Phlor eonyineed all of the true meaning of the word 'isportsmanship. All good things must come to an end, and so our season ends a little reluctantly with graduation taking a serious toll in Captain Irene Brennan, whose fighting spirit and winning smile will long be remembered at Cathedral, in Mary Helen Hockswender whose three years of varsity playing were marked by an alertness that was a vital asset in the defense, in Mary Coyne whose quiet manner and sharp-shooting helped in piling up the score, and in Florence Carver, Helen Kalnas, and Esther Moriarty, who, although not regulars, proved their ability when called upon. l'Vhile this number seems great in comparison to other years, still our future looks bright with Mary Catherine Dully, Mary Agnes Brown, Martina Flannery. Mary Butch, Claire Laboon, Mary Agnes Mcflrail, Theresa Unger, Mary Purcell. I'atric'ia Tenney, Anne Newell. and Con- stance Zatkoyieh, a group of seasoned yet- erans, and also a promising group of fresh- men,

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CATHEDRAIJTES UNDER TI-IE lV.XTCI-IFUI, EYE OF THE l'.'XTROl. SQ-l'AlJ HVRRY TO THEIR NEXT CIIASS. THE ARTIST My fazforilr' artist-llte om' I like best ls He llvllll sets flu' sim to rest, And jmiuls the sky utitlz golden lI'llI'X '.ll'llI'7'1d!'7'.Y, liililfs, and ltrvtrtettly lllttcs, He colors lllc frtr-rlislzttll fading hills Willt ShflflU7l'S and mists in the Izulligltf still. Tlten in tltt' bright. rzwaketting dazmt Hr' 1lIl1l1QY'S to gliI'!'l1 the ltome of lltr' fazvu. He owns neitlzfr jmintflzox, nm' jmlette, nor liruslt He quiets His zuimls with Il sweet gentle lI'llSl1, But still, Hffs the greatest of Artists, you see For He's the Creator of you and of me. Ellen Kraeling, '43 Twelve 0'C1ock The Angelus llell in the Cathedral tolls! There is a hush. Everyone becomes tense-listen-oh, there it is, the school bell. But this time it rings, not merely for change in classes, but for lunch. On the way downstairs, one may hear remarks such as: If you save me a seat, I'll buy yott a 'hot dog,' l'Tell Sister to save me a cream-pull ' or, I hope Sister has something good today because I forgot my lunch. As the girls hurry down to the lunch room, warm tantali7ing aromas rise slowly from the kitchen to greet them. The sizzling crisp odor of buns toast- ing, the hot, spicy odor of spaghetti, the teasing flavor of hot dogs, the tangy goodness of baked beans. a tart whill' of tomato soup, the milky sweet- ness of cheese-all these scents mingle to form one great bouquet of fragrance. Girls, throw your papers in the basket. The oil-tune strains of HAPPY BIRTHDAY. llt is the custom of the seniors when one of their classmen has a birthday to present her with a birthday cake --candles on it, of coursej May I have some of your pop-corn? Oh, Mother put chocolate cake in my lunch! Give me a bite. Silly giggles, hilarious laughter. noise. confusion, all these sounds and words are prevalent when the seniors are at lunch. There is never a sad nor dissenting word while the girls are taking lunch. The seniors, for the moment, have forgotten the morning that seemed to go 'fall wrong, and the test that is to greet them in the afternoon. It is in the lnnchroom. at noon. that the seniors arc really united. They arcn't commercial and aca- demic students, girls on the high honor roll and girls merely passing. No, they are all one-a body of loyal, friendly girls. I-Iere the requisites of good citizenship-that is, tolerance, strict adherence to rules. cooperation. and trustworthiness are prac- ticed daily. Whether a girl has eaten a bag of potato chips for her lunch or three healthy sandwiches, she manages to consume her food in titne for dancing in the auditoritnn. So, after lunch, the girls, nihf bling at candy bars, go into the gym. One can hear the call for Grace to come play just one piece, but she hntls herself playing for the entire lunch period. Time passes all too quickly. While Janie is teach- ing Mary the 'Avery latest step. we hear a bell. Everything tnust stop: we seniors again plll on our cloaks of dignity. for that hell tells tts that classes are resumed. We wouldn't trade this lunch period, so typical of Cathedral. for any other. The fun, the excitement of this period will always he remembered and cherished in the hearts of cyery senior. Joan Rigby '41