St Peters Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Saratoga Springs, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 92 of the 1949 volume:

66VJIBJIRMIFA$ 99 As he goes forth to grapple with the problem world of his day, the high school graduate of 1949 can possess no more valuable aSSet than the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood. In this, we are supremely fortunate. For it has been the sublime purpose of our Cath- olic Education to teach us to know and to love God - VVho IS Truth! Christ Himself has said: I am the Way, THE TRUTH, and The Lifeh. It must now be our steadfast purpose to go forth and by our lives bear testimony to the Truth. Thus signihcantly have we called our Yearbook UVERITASH a Truth! JIDJIMDJMBAGMDN ' - The Class of 194-9 of Saint PeteHs Academy in a spirit of loving and filial gratitude dedicaies this-its first year boolG-to our dear and most gracious pastor Rev. Daniel R. Burns. Without his constant interest and inspiration there would never havebeen a graduating class of 49' or the Veritas . REV. PETER F. SHEERAN-Each student is firm in the ,knowledge that in Father Sheerzm We has a true friend Who is always Willing to encourage and advise. His opinion is valued and respected by all who have the pleas- ure of knowing him. REV. JOHN D. CURLEYeThese four years have been far richer and .more meaningful because of etheconstant efforts of Father Curley on our behalf. His devotion to Saint Peteres and his desire for her advancement both academically and athletically is :1 contagious spirit we have all sought to capture. IN APPREBIACIIDN It has often been said that we are the reflection of our parents. Certainly, anything worthwhile which we have accomplished during these four years has been the reflection of their patience, their under- standing, and their many words of encouragement. To our parents, then, goes a debt of gratitude which we well may spend the whole of our lives repaying. They are our incentive for the shining deeds we hope to perform in the years which lie ahead. To the Sisters of Saint Joseph, our teachers who have been more than teachers, a sincere thank you. They have been ever ready to help us over the difficult spots and to give advice when it was most appreciated. If, in the future, the class of 1949 should remember to practice even half of what our Sisters have taught us, we would still be living examples of the worth of a truly Catholic education. GDMJIR IDACJIHRDN We turn to Saint Joseph as our patron, not only because he is the patron of our own Sisters of Saint Joseph of Carondelet, but be- cause graduation will be a stepping stone into a troubled world where we will heed the strength of a simple, pure faith such as be practiced. As a class now, and individually, later, We look to him to show us the HWay . if $- $- BLA$8 100mm , - We Salute you, St. Peterls Academy, Our Alma 1W ater! Standing for Truth, symbol of our lives thus far. Our thanks are most profound; our memories shall'ever b: the richer for your presence there. You have given us much, asked little in return, and your priceless treasures you continue to offer to others. VVe entered hand in hand, into this new and startling world of learningr and of life, of joy and in- spiration. We have worked harda-oh, twelve long years-the eternity that is childhood. Our brief history has been punctuated with the admonitions and encouragement of loving guides. Long will we remember long black skirts, swinging: beads, white framed faces filled with shining light of work well done. We sprung as tender saplings, wavering in the grades where first we laid our roots. Gaining strength and courage from the storms we encountered and the calms Which ever followed, We met the forces that smote us. Like the inevitable tide we returned To be sWept on by the surging force of God's grace. Each year we met with an added sense of belonging, with added sense of aRection for our friends, With increasing respect for the treasure of our Catholic Educationewe were part of S.P.A. The years sped quickly, leaving behind memories which will ever flood our future, Endowing us with a generous sprinkle of the petals of grace and knowledge. We' have grown now from wavering saplings to at lunch, sturdy youth. As we approach the crest in the road, we can feel your hand, dear Alma llhter, slip gently from our shoulder. Our Paths will seem steeper without your guidance; our ways perhaps prove stormier. But your Truths-lived lead inevitably to Peace. MARY JANE HICKEY. SENIGDRS Wl Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam V Having grown dear and familiar to us throughout our school career as each piece of work begun by us was first Inscribed A. lVI. D. G. , the motto Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam was unanimously chosen by the Class 0f 49' as setting forth in its few but impressive words our most cherished ideal. Our Faith and our duties in life revolve around these few words. It bespeaks the pattern not only of our school and home lives, but also that pattern which must ever be the guidipg norm of the years that lie ahead. The success with which we abide by our self imposed motto may well be the test of our Catholic Education, whose goal has ever been to send us forth to live our lives llfor the greater glory of God? Class Colors Green and white are our class colors. Green is a symbol of hope; White a sym- ibol of purity. Our hope is for a bright future and finally, eternal salvation. By leading pure lives we will succees-JlBlessed are the pure of heart for they shall see God. Class Flower The American beauty rose always represents love of God. But we also believe that its deep red petals stand for love of our fellowman, since without practicing charity toward our friends and enemies alike, we cannot truly love God. Because we feel that true charity is a rare virtue today, we have chosen for our class flower the rose as a reminder to us ever to practice this llgreatestllof all virtues. Alma Mata Saint Peterls, Hail! Beloved Alma Mater Thy loyal sons and lovingr daughters true Give thee our hearts, and ever shall we serve thee Saint Peter's, Hail! Dear Alma Mater 831th Peter's, Hail! Dear Alma Mater IWARYPAT ARMSTRONG- In her tongue is the law of kindness . Marypat's apparent quietness is very deceiving for actually she is a very active member of our senior class. Faithful member of dance committees, interested in all C.Y.O. activities, a hankering to be a minor poet, zealous member of Yearbook Business Staff, Marypat is the essence of kindliness and gentility. u JOHN BOLLINGER 14 tower of knowledge . uJohnnV, has been an outstanding student through his four years of high school. His literary ability has contributed much toward the Yearbook. His hobbies are hunt- ing and skiing, while constructing model airplanes consumes much of his leisure time. A speaker participating in the Public Speaking Contest, sparkplug of every class com- mittee, Johnny has been instrumental in furthering interest in books and good reading as manager of the Teen Age Book Club during his Senior year. After graduating, he plans to attend Carnegie Tech. ANN BROWN- Slow in anger, quiclz to forgive . Hardworking, patient and faithful is our Ann. Ready and willing are her pass- words; Ann plans to enter nursing after commencement. In school, her friendly manner has made her a very popular member of the senior class, and eagerly sought after for all activities. RITA BROWN- Uilsliotted from the world . HReet truly genuine and wholesome is gifted with a wonderful talent for art. She has contributed much in the way of design toward the outcome of the Yearbook. Rita has alwavs been on hand to offer her advice and help where needed, whether it be C.Y.O. or school activities. Although a bit on the quiet side, Rita,s presence is sought after by all. She Will be remembered by her classmates as one who was always uready and willingi t EMMA CARR- Laugh and the world laugh: with youii. ' uTrezfs giggles are known to all. Through her .four years of High School she has been an outstanding cheer-leader. Very often she can be sizen with a pair 'of knit- ting needles in her hand. In a crowd her happy-gO-lucky spirit is soon transferred to all those present. Hereis hoping she achieves, her ambition to bec0me a secretary. JOAN CASEYe Patience is a netcssary ingredient of geniusi', Joan, our class child psychologist, joined us in the junior year. With humility and charity as her two principal virtues, she manifests a deeply religious spirit. We often find Joan endeavoring to write a novel. At basketball games, her big blue eyes sparkle with enthusiasm; at Mass with ardor, May she realize all her great ideals. rt ANN CASSIDY None but herself am be her parallel l Wherever a sharp,- piercing giggle is heard there also is our faithful Cass . A cheerful smile and a ready, helpful hand have always been a part of her since grade school days. Her easy going manner has also contributed to her great popularity among her classmates. Interested in all school affairs, Cass has been particularly active in C.Y.Q. Prize Speaking and Yearbook. CARLA CLUKIESv- Busy here and there Between trips to New York City, Carla manages to contribute her talents to S. P. A. We have found that she is a very handy person to have around; ask her to draw ,sing or dance, she'll consent gladly. Carlals talents are not limited, however, since she is a home economics expert, adept at writing and with a social instinct. Her talents will take her far. ANITA D'AhiDREA- God loweth a cheerful giveri' !U uRustys skill as a cheerleader is evident to all those .who attend St. Peter's - basketball games. Her curly red hair and her dancing green eyes are her main feae tures. Anita is always ready to give a party with upizza as the main course. Her cooperation in all school activities has been noted throughout her four years of High School. We her fellow classmates hope that her gay manner contimies to spread hap- piness to all those who come in contact with her. ' FAUST D'ANDREAeHPrlMtiCe 11411175 Perfertii Faust 0f the Alohawk has always been active in the. field of sports, being a mem- e ber of both the football and basketball squads. His favorite subject is mathematics. Faust has always been hardworking and cooperative in all school activities, and has pioneered many amusing moments in elass with his unique comments and answers. Faust hopes to continue his education by attending Sienna College after completing High School. JEAN DOHERTYF- A wise and understanding heart . Jean is truly one of our most versatile classmates. Orator, writer, editor, top student, and deep thinker, Jean is headed for Regis College where she hopes to major in Personnel lVIana'gement. Her acting ability has contributed to many school plays and social affairs 'and her executive ability leaves no doubt as to her future success, ANNE DRISCOLL- Cohsistency, thou art 11 jewel'l Anne's ability to pitch into a task and stay with it until its'completion is one of her main characteristics. Her cheerful face has been a part of the cheerleading squad for four years and she has played an important part in cheering for S. P. A. teams to many victories. Her enthusiasm and ideas were responsible in a large part for the success of the Yearbook. As Prize Speaker, Anne brought honor to'the Senior Class of S. P. A. ALICE EBERT- Sings like a lark', Although Alice is quiet in manner, she always greets us with a bright hello. She is no book worm but a well-read girl. Alice has been gifted With a lovely voice, and sang her own typewriter accompaniments 0n the many long afternoons the Yearbook Typing Staff worked away to meet production deadlines. We know her quiet eHicient zeal will assure her success. e e WILLIAM FORD- If at first you don't succeed try, try again lfWhipper is a mischievious character who never fails to enliven a gathering. Although small of stature, Billyls opponents have felt his power on a basketball court. llllore interested in pleasant sallies that in real work, nevertheless, when Billy buckles down he proves to be hard-working and cooperative. His good ideas and clever way with words indicate potential success. JOSEPH GRASSO- Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels Joe , as he is known to mdst of his friends, will never be forgotten for his unique and extraordinary sense of humor. His Whimsical poems make; him the unanimous choice for the favorite author of the class of 49. He was an outstanding Worker on the business and literary staff of the yearbook. Joels plans for the future are as of yet undecided but We know that he will succeed in any field that he plans to enter. PETER HELENEK-J'Virtue is the performance of Measuni ttrtion uPete joined the ranks of the class of W19 in his Junior year, and immediately became a fast friend to all. Although Pete lives out of town he has been interested and active in our class and school affairs. A familiar figure as he skims around town on his Western Union messenger bike, Pete-ls friendly smile and his helpfulness makes him highly regarded by his fellow students. Peter hopes to, pursue a career in the Navy after graduating from High School. Anchors Aweigh and Bon Voyage, Pete. MARY JANE HICKEYsiiWise to rexolve, patient to perform Although very quiet in school, Nlary June will always be remembered for her line sense of humor and her ability of being Hthe life of the pzirtyly. Aspiring poet, lover of beauty, all round enthusiast and amateur actress of distinction, hilary Janels calm and i collected manner has been the envy of many a classmate. NANCY HUGHES- The very flower of youth Nancy with the laughing face is a serious girl behind the wheel. A flash of red hair, a neat appearance and a lilting laugh are a dead give away that she is in our midst. Nan possesses in abundance the great Virtues Of simplicity and generosity. Surely she has much to give to the world. PATRICIA KLEIN-J'Busy as a bee llPatVl familiar cry HCome on kids, letls play ball , is known to all. She has been an outstanding leader in sport activities, having inaugurated the Girls Baseball and Basketball. Patis other interests lie in the fields of dramatic production and photog- raphy. She has taken many pictures and contributed them to the Yearbook. Patls am- bition is to become a physical education teacher. Good luck, Pat. HAROLD LOGGINse'inwn Izim lies the dependence of numyii Zekels dependability has lead him to be elected President of the Senior Class. Although a bit on the shy side, Zeke always measures up to standards when called upon as was evident in his performance on the football field. A lover of the great outdoors, Zeke makes hunting and fishing his favorite hobby. After graduation Zeke hopes to further his education by attending college. We, his fellow classmates, wish him the best of success in the future. BARBARA LYNETTeJ'A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance Always smiling through work and play, always ready to help someone out, always worrying about report card time, that's HBarb . After graduation, uBarb plans to enter the nursing profession and she is bound to he a success with her conscientiousness, her zeal and her fine virtues of nlove thy neighbor . FRANCES lWACICA- Ax she thinketh in her heart, so is 5118'; ilFrannfs outstanding features are her sparkling blue eyes and her gay smile. Possessing a quiet manner she is nevertheless a good worker and always willing to lend a hand. Living in the outskirts of town has hampered her from participating in the various school activities, but all her classmates regard her friendship as priceless. Franny is a friend to all. Lots of luck to you in the future Fran. lVIARGARET NIAHARe'Still water runs deepesty HlVIargiei, on the exterior may sometimes appear quiet and withdrawn, but actu- ally she is full of pep and vitality. One of our daily Communicants, lVIargie has been active in Varsity cheerleading, C.Y.O., Girls Basketball and Baseball and is a lover of Shakespeare and all things good to read. After graduation, she plans to become a nurse and has already been accepted for admittance to St. Peterls in Albany. Her deep spiritual insight and keen interest in matters scientific and cultural spell out her future worth. SALLY NOONANei'Moderation is best, and to avoid all extremes Sally has played a great part in adding to the humorous side of school life. In plays she has given the audience many laughs but in real life she has contributed her deep intereSt in people and their welfare. Seen daily at Mass, Sally reflects in her actions the essence of Christian charity. Sally is very active in sports and participates in swim- ming, skating ,tennis, basketball and riding. RICHARD ROWLAND- Better late than never Dickyis absent minded forgetfulness and tardiness are a source of entertainment; for all. However, this is not too serious 3 habit as is seen from his successful term as President of C.Y.O. Of the many sports he pursues ,his favorites are swimming and skating. Possessing a wonderful musical talent, he has contributed much to curriculzk and extra curricula activities. Dickyls favorite school subject is French and an able Frenchman he has proven to be. With collegeas his ambition, he hopes to further his education after graduation. ' DAVID RUSSELL- A model for otherf' Dave, throughout his four years of High School, has always examplified the all round American boy. Dave plays hard, works hard and is a daily eommunicant, which takes care of his praying hard . A standout on the basketball court and track team, untiring in his labors as yearbook business manager, Dave will never be forgot- ten for that outstanding bit of Senior Oratory 0n the Electoral College. He was al- most unanimously chosen for write up in the EVANGELIST as mllop Student of the Week . After graduation, Dave plans to attend college and study hotel management. PATRICIA SMITHe By the work one kno'wx the workman Pat, our writer for the Evangelist high school news section; is tops in sports; studies and prayer. We are all thankful for the humor she adds to a boring conversation. Although Pat has a sparkling sense of humor, she manages to hit the happy medium of being serious at the right times. Participant in the oratorical contest and Year- book Staff writer, Pat aspires to nursing as a career. PATRICIA TOTTiaN- Ready to split her sides with laughinj' Pat is most willing to aid her fellow students and teachers in any way. She joined us in our Junior year and employing her keen sense of humor and personality, V quickly succeeded in making friends. Her drawing ability is exceptional for a high school student and was a boon to the Yearbook Success. She is considered our best typist in speed and accuracy, and one of our most fluent writers. CATH ERINE USCAVITCHe-mHer ways are ways ofpleasantness, he'r paths are paths of peace Kate's love of fine poetry and drama and her excellent ability to write serious poems have made her a standout in our English classes. She will be remembered for her presence at Daily lVIass, her New Testament quotes, her Yearbook ideas and write ' ups and her lively, pleasant, entertaining ways. KATHRYN WlTKOP- lVit ix II gift used to xprmtl joy 10 othersa llWit an impish little character is just what her nickname implies. She has con- sistently been active in school affairs, being a member of the C.Y;O., Choir, and C.D.A. Kate is also one of the llrIad Scientists, being a student of both Chemistry and Biology classes. Kathryn will be remembered by hef fellow classmates as one who was always able to supply gaiety and laughter to a crowd. Herels wishing you the best of luck in the future no matter what path you may Choose to follow. . $$$$th y ti??? gaguntu! WGIIFHJE$ lll$ WEARJWDGDK WEARW The Class of 1949 has witnessed one of the most momentous years in the history of Saint Peterls Academy. First we saw our football team fight its way to the close of a spectacular season, emerging untied and unconquered; the girls basketball tearfl became a long awaited reality and received official recognition by the purchase of smart, snappy uniforms. But the words, HThis. is Yearbook Year , slogan of our successful financial campaign, stand out as symbolic of our supreme achievement. Our yearbook is the fulfillment of a dream we have cherished since our freshman days-that the Class of 194-9 would be the first class to publish a record of our high school ups and downs, something to keep through the years to remind us of Saint Peter,s and of what we have accomplished here. y e To be sure, there is work connected with the preparation of a book such as this; but 'there has been even more laughter. Remember the fun we had getting our pictures taken! Then there were afternoons after school in the library-writing and rewrit- ing, sketches and outlines, llWell, maybe and Let's try it this way . And did you hear those comments when the proofs came back from the photographers? All in all we hope that you will enjoy reading this book as much as we have enjoyed preparing it. THE EDITORS THE? IDEAL $ENMDIIR GJIHIRIB x Perfection is not attainable here below but if one girl did possess the assorted qualities of the girls of, the Senior Class of 49, she would be as nearly perfect as is imaginable. She would have : .Barbara Lynett,s initiative; Jean Dohertyls literary finesse; Sally Noonan,s jokeetelling ability; Pat Kleinls vitality; Nancy Hughes, jovial manner; HTrea Carr's trim neatness; Margie Mahar,s love of music; Kate Uscavitchls appreciation of the classics; Anne Driscollls oratorical ability'; t Ann Cassidy's Irish charm; Rita Brownls ever ready cooperation; Pat Totten's artistic talent; Patricia Smith,s sense of humor; Carla Clukies' love of travel; Ann Brown's hospitality; Anita D'Andreafs cheerleading ability; Joan Caseyls patience; hlarypat's quiet perseverance Alice Ebert's singing talent, Frannie lVIacicaUs bubbling laugh; Mary Jane Hickeyls speaking voice; , and Kate Witkopk ability to make others laugh. WED JIHIDJIEBAJIB $ENMDJIR MMDCM A Senior Boy would be perfect in every respect if he were a composite of certain traits borrowed from the faithful, though few, boys of St. Peterls Class of 49. He would have : Joe GrasSds apt wit and talent of sketching his classmates; Billy Ford's cleverness at avoiding work; Dave Russellls personality; Dick Rowland's talent at the piano; John Bollingefs executive ability; llZeke Logginls love for football; tPete Helenek's shy manner; Faust D'Andreak ability to make everyone happy; and Pat Rlalone's friendly attitude. h GBLAS$ HISTORY The History of the Class of Forty-Nine may be likened to a novel with characters, plot, length, and a happy ending. Our novel is divided into four parts: F reshman Days,'We're Sophomores Now, Junior Jamboree and Triumphant Seniors. The setting is St. Peter's Academy; the time: a period of four years from 1945 to 1949; the characters: the' boys and girls of the class and the climax: our graduation. . . ' Part I entitled uFreshman Days brings back memories of our initiation into a high school career. As we turn the first page we glimpse ourselves, a group of bewildered boys and girls, trying to act a part of the crowd, looking completely unaccustomed to this new way of life. But it wasnTt long, under the guiding hand of Sister Fidelis, before we were launch- ed into the maze of A2-322C2, rosa, rosae; H20 and Ivanhoe . Then came official Wel- come by the upper classmen and the Freshies were an integral part of life at St. Petefs Academy. Time flew and at Christmas, we participated in the school production of The Birds Christmas CaroP, The over all importance of strengthening spiritual life in high school was pointed'out in the retreat conducted by Father Sellman, to which the High School Communion breakfast was fitting climax. As Sophomores, we, the chief characters in this novelx, came under the wise and loving guid- Class History tcontinuedi anee of Sister Agnes Clare. Sister soon made us realize that though our Freshman days .were past, a year of serious study was ahead of us before we could truly be called upper classmen,,. The first high light of the year was the Christmas Party ,traditionally managed by the Sophomores at which The Night Before Christmas , acted in pantomine, was thor- oughly enjoyed by the student body. Conducted by Father Burns, our annual retreat which came at this time strengthened our spiritual values and motivated many of our New Year: Resolutions. Between Christmas and Lent, the other classes entertained and soon it was the Sophomores turn again. On St. Patrickis Day, Old Erin was transported to the stage of St. Peters with reels, jigs, community sings and monologues in the dear old Irish dialect. Our succ'essful Sophomore Spring Dance helped to finance the annual All School Picnic held this year at Lake George and - suddenly! another year was over! Upon entering St. ' Peters High School for the third year, we found a wonderful surprise awaiting us. At the desk in the Junior Room was Sister Agnes Clare, who was to direct Part III in the drama of our high school career. Now that we were Juniors we had big things ahead of us. Our first problem concerned the raising of money to entertain our soon departing Seniors. A Thanksgiving Dance, a social and financial success, and a large scale Junior Food Sale solved this our first problem.. In October, we celebrated Book VVeek in never to be forgotten fashion with colorful, inviting displays and a program of skits. Christ- mas Play and Party were enjoyed by us as spectators this year. The Senior Ball pictured above merited superlative comments. In the role of hosts and hostesses, we sponsored the final social event of the year, the Junior Senior Banquet at Newmans Lake House on May 22 1948. Our priests and nuns were the honor guests at this joyous occasion which marked 011r official farewell to the Seniors and was featured by after dinner talks, skits and singing. In June, we battled our way thrdugh a barrage of heavy Regents exams, managing to come through on top, and as victors fell Heir to the Senior Class Room. As we entered St. Petefs Academy for the fourth and last September of our High School Career, a swarm of conflicting feelings and fears arose in our mind. These were an as suaged however at the sight of Sister Agnes Clare e whom incredibly enough we were so fortunate as to have for our Home Room Teacher again. One tholight was upper most in every Seniors mind that September of 1948: the planning of this our very first school year- book. While our business committee was about soliciting ads, our literary and art staff were shaping up the book itself. The EVENT of the fall season wasfof course our unpre- cedented football record and the resulting Victory Dinner at the New Worden. C. Y. 0. also sponsored two very successful sport dances. Pre-Christmas activities included: French class production of HBernadette of Lourdes for the Feast of the Immaculate Conception; Amer- ican Oratorical Contest which saw our own Anne Driscoll climb to CountyiFinals; and next -we heard Sleighbells Ring , saw classrooms transformed into bowers of Christmas beau- ty, enjoyed the Sophomores Nativity Play and found ourselves caroling at our Sisters Con- vent: it was Christmas, 1948: January exam week left us fancy free to spend most of our time finishing up Yearbook copy, rehearsing for inne Mad Night and engineering a CYO Dance. In the month of May came our annual tribute of love to Our Blessed Mother in our fifth annual May Crowning, most beautiful outdoor spectacle of spring. Again Senior Ball was a superlative affair; and soon ,We were being feted by the Juniors at the climactic Class History econtinuedw social event of the year - Junior Senior Banquet. This whirl of social activities is not to imply, however that we lacked curricula activities. Each of us was busily striving for Rege cuts, or College Entrance diplomas and wheavy, heavywe were the armfuls of books that we carried home as June and 5nal exams approached. However, Praying as though everything depended on God, and working as though everything depended on us, we really arrived at our goal. Four long happy years were ended e- four tearful, cheerful and fun filled years for the Class of 1949. The story of our lives thus far has been influenced in large part by our bc- lovcd priests and Sisters and to them We owe this - its happy ending! .3 :93 ma '1 . x? L x Sister Geroda'a Chemistry Gems uIt Says Here NAME MOTTO F AVORXTE PRAYER MARYPAT ARMSTRONG JOHN BOLLINGER I NN BROWN ' RITA BROWN EMMA CARR JOAN CASEY CARLA CLUKlrzs ANITA DlANDREA FAUST DyANDREA JEAN DOHERTY ANNE DRISCOLL WILLIAM FORD JOSEPH GRASSO PETER H ELEN EK MARY JANE HICKEY. NANCY HUGH ES PATRICIA KLEIN HAROLD LOGGINS BARBARA LYN ETT MARGARET R'IAHAR SALLY NOONAN RICHARD ROWLAND DAVID RUSSELL PATRICIA SMITH PATRICIA TOTTEN KATH ERINE VVITKOP CATH ERIN E USCAVITCH ALICE EBERT ANN CASSIDY FRANCES MACICA Be Thyself Live and Let Livell llOne for all and All for One If at first you don't suc- ceed, try, try again,' Laugh and the world laughs with you If at first you donlt suc- ceed, try, try again God helps those who help themselvesl' t Live and Learnl, The next hour may be the last so be prepared for if, Thy will be done, 0 Lord uEverlasting talker neither hears nor learns If at first you donlt suc- ceed try, try againu Honesty is the best Policy Semper Fidelis,' llBe Prepared llLeave well enough alone uHe who hesitates is lost Semper Fidelisl, In God We Trust Through difhculties to the stars Who are we to judge,, Better Late Than Never Golden Rule uComes the Revolutionl, uIf at first you donlt suc- ceed donlt try again It is religion that doth make vows keptll llGod knows Best Keep your temper! nobody else wants it Better Late Than Neverll Work and Prayly Hail Mary Hail Mary Hail Mary Hail Mary Hail Mary Anima Christi Hail Mary Lords Prayer Prayer before Crucifix lMemorare Look Down Upon Me Hail Holy Queen Hail Mary Our Father M emo rare Hail Mary Hail Mary Hail Mary Prayer after Communion Act of Love lWemorare Our Father Hail Mary Prayer before Crucifix Hail Holy Queen Hail Mary Learning Christ Prayer to Guardian Angel Our Father Prayer before Crucifix In Small Print Perfect Typist; Trained by Sister Anne Magpret AMBITION FAVORITE SPORT DEVOTION FAVORITE SAINT Journalist Tennis Miraculous Iledal Saint Theresa . Novena - Lab. Technician Skiing Benediction St. Joseph Nurse Swimming Rosary St. Annep - Secretary Skating Rosary St. Rita Novena Secretary Basketball Novena to St. Theresa p St. Theresa Writer Basketball Rosary St. Joan of Arc Help the Needy Softball Blass St. Rita Dietician Basketball Novena St. Ann College ; Basketball Novena St. Joseph Personnel Director PingPong Rosary St. John UEVJ Help Needy Skating Blessed Blother St. Anthony To Succeed Baseball N ovena St. Joseph NIarriage F ootball Novena St. Joseph Become a NIillionaire Football NIass St. Peter Nurse ' Skiing Forty Hours Blessed Virgin Medical Secretary Tennis Rosary St. Ann Phys. Ed. Teacher Basketball Rliraculous Riedal Blessed Virgin ' Novena Rlaritime Academy Football R'IaSS and Blether of Perpetual Communion Help Nursing Basketball Forty Hours St. Joseph Nursing Swimmingy 1312155 and Holy St. Bernard Communion Write a Novel Swimming Sacred Heart St. Anthony Teacher Swimming Mass St. Gerard Hotel Manager Skiing Mass St. David Lab. Technician Basketball Novena St. Theresa Artist 81 Musician Skating. Novena St. Ann Nursing Skiing Novena St. Catherine of Sienna Traveling Swimming p R'Iass St. Joseph NIarriage Shuffleboard Stations of Cross St. Joseph Rlerchandising Field Swimming Mass and St. Bernard Communion Secretarial Work Basketball Novena St. Joan of Arc 4319A$8 WELL Having consulted the physician and having found that we are infected by the -- fatal disease e Senioritis e which promises death in the month of June, we, The Class of. 1949, being still of sound mind and in possession of all our senses feel it appropriate to make our last will and testament. ; To the priests and nuns who have given untiringly of themselves in our behalf, we reserve a special part of our hearts which shall always be hlled with grateful prayers for their intentions. To them also we leave the hope that some of our members may become some of theirmembers and so join the ranks of those who are doing the mighty work of God upon earth. I, We give and bequeath to-our loyal and generous parents our thanks and love, ri l and a promise to repay them for their sacrifices by our future lives. We give and bequeath to this ugrand old school an eternal affection; the mem- Wft . ories inscribed on our desks, and thirty names to be added to its Hall of Fame. l T0 lWr. Patterson, our scientists leave a supersonic automatic suction cleaner - which they guarantee will remove all spots immediately and forever.. T0 the Junior Class we leave directions for our funeral, for we know that upon our departure, they will be so overwhelmed with grief that they will be unable to draw up suitable plans for our burial. To this same class we leave the ability to carry on the Yearbook. To the Sophomore Class we bequeath all the smiles and laughter they Will ever need to supplement the precious gifts we leave them now - a healthy case of Hjoie de vivre . Uncluded please find a knack for Frenchl. To the Freshmen we leave our sparkling wit and personality, plus the persever- ence, ingenuity, hard work and patience which have merited for us and will merit .. ' for them the impressive title-USENIORSn. $ Lastly we leave to the incoming Freshmen our hearty welcome. To each and every Junior will be left a particular possession or a talent of the i gallant Senior who has developed it so well. ...i ...... 'lil'r To lVIargie Henzel, Alice Ebert leaves her favorite recording of llSWEET GENEVIEVE? To George Reynolds, Kate Witkop leaves her alarm clock which always brings her to school on time iaheml: ' T0 Jeanette Bootier, Pat Klein leaves her left-handed hook shot. To Clark Grant, who might someday be stuck for an answer, anrgie lVIahar leaves her almost worn out phrase I donyt know . .. Baibara Lynett upon being told that she could not use her jolly little giggle in College because it sounds a bit too juvenile, has decided to leave it to Irene Helenek whom she feels can do justice to it. To Elinor Johnson, Johnny Bollinger leaves an executive position with Percy and Irving Helprin plus his secret formula for Bollingeris super special sundae. To Jean Foy, lVIarypat Armstrong leaves a date with the Head Lineman at the HBell Telfy To John HeritieSsy, Anne Driscoll leaves her soft shoe routine. To Nancy De Vizzio, Pete Helenk leaves a date for the Square Dance at the Wilton Grange. mrmTW To Rudy Breyo, Sally Noonan leaves all her geometry books. To Ruth Rowland, Dick Rowland leaves his book of six easy lessons on Boogie Woogie. To Buddy Murphy, Jean Doherty leaves her faithful bike, so he can ride In school from the race track. To Mary Reynolds, Catherine Uscavitch leaves her favorite book of quotations and the works of Shakespeare: complete and unabridged. Dave Russell has been working late into the night consulting the works of Galileu on falling bodies so that he can complete the last chapter of HYou Too Can Learn. las I havel, The C0rre-;t Way To Fall When Skiing, which he intends to give to Francis Quinn. To Fred MCNeary, Nancy Hughes leaves her driving license plus some John- sonls car wax. To James A,Hearn, Bill Ford leaves his great love of work and his job with the AszP. To Sylvester Smaldone, Zeke Loggins leaves his football bruises. T0 Pat Sullivan, Trca Carr leaves all her knitting material which includes yarn, needles, instructions and patience. h To Ted Landry, Joan Casey leaves a monthls vacation from school, which she advises for any kind of ailment. ' To Connie Burns, Pat Totten leaves her flair for fancy typing and her secretarial secrets. ' To Mary Ann Richmond and Teresa Robbins, Ann Cassidy leaves a bottle of her famous giggle water. V T0 Pat Reynolds, Frances lVIacica leaves her extra comfortable seat on the bus. Since Miary Jane Hickey has been noted for Uthat gentle way she has. chosen to give it to one whom she feels Will be able to take it on most naturally, Jean Breen. T0 Gert Collins and Dick O,Rourke, Anita D,Andrea leaves the care of her Freshman sister, URosey . To Janice Delay, Pat Smith leaves a portable radio which will enable her tn hear l Fillie Lou every morning. To Tommy Rlullen, Joe Grasso leaves his French accent. To Jimmy Clukies who enjoys studying, Rita Brown leaves her program which consists of three studies. i To Robert Quinn, Carla Clukies leaves her tap dancing shoes and two tickets tn New York. To Tom Magovern, Faust D,Andrea leaves his cure for an annoying Adamls apple. T0 Nancy Hickey, Anne Brown leaves her sense of humor. Some time ago we received a letter from Pat Malone, Who has decided to leave his many friends in S. P. A. to our newcomer, Helen GriHin. As our death ,is rapidly approaching, we herewith conclude the mementoes of the Seniors to the Class of 1950. Trusting that these Will all be appreciated and used, we, the Senior Class ,on the Third day of June, in the Year of Our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Nine, do hereby seal our last will and testament. at :1 x? ,3; 3 iv 3 X 0319A8$ MDRMDHEBGM There's no place like home. So on a cool August morning of the year 1959, I find my- self descending from the train steps and regarding Saratoga with a wondering air. There is no band awaiting me, but a co-passenger with the air of a successful business man, who leaves the train with me, I suddenly recognize as none other than my old frriend and class- mate, Bill Ford. He loses no time in calling a cab and we,re off to a nice quiet hotel. HWhere have I seen that beautiful red head whose picture is tucked over the windshield ? It all comes back to me now. Nancy Hughes, a member of the class of ,49, turned her love for driving into a profession and is now owner of'a fleet of taxis with executive offices on Fifth Avenue-and her devoted drivers carry her picture in every cab. Arriving at the hotel, I pay my cab fare and stare at the impressive entrance of the New Hotel Russell. My old comrade, Dave Rus-sell, Owner, lVIanager and Chief Cook and Bot- tle Washer, graciously assigns me to Room 13. On entering the lounge that eveningyl note the attractive Social Activities Director. It seems Carla Clukies never lost her love for hotel work. Leaving the hOtel, I come across a poster nailed to a palm tree in front of the hotel. It proclaims in giant letters that Joe IBruiserl Grasso Will contend against the Hooded Terror in a ten round wrestling match in Convention Hall on the fourth of August. Lets see, that was yesterday, wasn,t it? I might just as well drop by the hospital and pay my respects to Joe. I stop at Casey's, newsroom that is, to buy a local paper, just to make sure Joe lost. Joan, behind the counter, seems completely untouched by the fame which has come to her as her great American Novel proceeds into its Seventh Printing. She even gives me the wrong change. A truly interesting paper, this Saratoga Gazette, edited and published by Patricia Klein, a graduate of Skidmore. I see where a water carnival will be held at the Spa Pool. Starring in this grand regalia are lVIargaret lVIahar, Kate Witkop and Sally Noonan. On the sports page, I see where Pete Helenek has won the Walbridge Cup for golfers. On the social page, under a column entitled UJust Chatter by Kate Usca'vitch, I read that Frances Macica made her debut at an exclusive party given by socialite Barbara Lynett. As I saunter down the street in an attempt to find something interesting until post time for the first race, I decide to stop in a drug store for a soda. I am immediately greeted by another member of the Class of ,49, Anita DIA ndrea. Anita is now Professor of Super Scoops, teaching others the fine art, that so pleased all her customers some 10 years ago. Strolling through the park, I behold a woman with her back towards me, gesticulating and crying: HOut, damned spot, out I say. It must be . . . yes, it is Mary Jane Hickey. I recail reading in the paper that she was starring in the Anne Driscoll production of MAC- BE H. I again call a taxi to take me out to the race track, but it seems Nancy,s drivers lack her proficiency, and we are stopped for speeding by an Irish cop with a southern drawI. The cop I turns out to be Pat Malone IIrthink he spent too many winters in Floridal. Since it took Pat fifteen minutes to write out a ticket, I arrive at the track too late to see the first race. The announceris voice booms out over the loudspeaker. Must be Zeke Loggins. I coulant make a mistake about his manly voice. The Winner of the first race, Battlebomb, a chestnut Elly trained by Faust DIAndrea and ridden by Emma Carr. Well, it looks like Trea followed in the footsteps of her illustrious brother? Zeke explains that she is the only female jockey in the business. Proceeding up the stairs to the Clubhouse, I behold a painting of the Derby winner, CIEst Fini. It is so lifelike that I stop to read the painters name, and realize it is Rita e BrownIs masterpiece, which took all prizes at the National Art Exhibit this year. A portrait of Ann Cassidy, now singing nightly at the Lake House commands the attention of all. This work of art was executed by the noted commercial artist, Pat Totten. The only flaw I can see is the absence of Ann's freckles. Standing in line at the two dollar window, I see Jean Doherty and Marypat Armstrong, Skidmore Profs, playing a two dollar show bet on Blue Boy . . . because blue is their favorite coloreand the odds are 150 to 1! After seeing all the sights, I decide to leave the track and find my way back downtown to Broadway. I remember Joe is in the hospital and decide to visit him. As I walk up the hospital steps, an ambulance unloads a stretcher which contains my old friend Dick Rowland. It seems he got so excited while playing Beethoven's Fifth Symphony that he fell off his piano stool and broke his leg. Following the stretcher bearers down the hall is Alice Ebert, trying in vain to sell an insurance policy to Dick. TWO nurses, Ann Brown and Pat Smith, emerge from the elevator pushing;r Joe in a wheelchair. The BruiserII looks at Dick being carried in and at Alice and proposes a cele- bration in honor of the reunion. ' Iam forced to tear myself away from our reminiscences in order to make my train. As a little later I find myself again in one of Nancyls taxis, I am thankful that Alice persuaded me to buy one of her life insurance policies! And so back to III. I. T. and the Supersonic Lab. II r 013. 61f. 0. ABTIVITIES SPIRITUAL DIRECTOk-Rev. John Curley PRESIDENTeRiChard Rowland VICE-PRESIDENT-Mary Alice Jarrett SECRETARY-Ruth Rowland TREASURER-Jamcs AiHearn Wednesday evening is ringed in red on the S. P. A. social calendar. Each week at this time the teenagers of the parish can be found in the school auditorium, attend- ing the meeting of the Catholic Youth Organization. Guided by the capable hands of F ather Curley, C. Y. O. is also the focal point of our religious activities during the school year. i The opening prayer is followed by a lively discussion of current religious thought and opinion. The business committees then' handle the' plans for coming events which , may include anything from rehearsals for a new production t6 transportation for the boys and girls who would rather display their talent on roller skates. The second part of the meeting is strictly social. Dancing to the music of the juke box, harmoniZe ing on the latest tunes, playing pingpongwthese are just a few of the things Which keep us busy. Under the heading iispecial eventsb is the monthly dance featuring an orchestra. Then there are trips to other 31368 C. Y. O.'s, Hot dog roasts, caroling at Christmas time, and league basketball games. Devotion to the Rosary has become an integral part of C. Y. 0. activities. Durv ing the Spring and Fall months the Rosary is recited at Our Ladfs shrine. The members also say the Rosary. when special occasions arise-aunder the pines at a hot dog roast, while riding on a bus to social affairs. All in all, Mary,s prayer accom- panies us wherever we go. Annual trips to Auriesville and a Communion Breakfast, round out our schedule. It is due to the inspiring and energetic direction of Father Curley that on: C. Y. O. has become the fine organization it is today. S. P. A. students are grateful to Father Curley for the enjoyment and good time he has made possible through our school years. IMIRMhJIEB $19JIESA1IKTMN GB Fourteen students of Saint Peter's Academy participated this year in the annual Oratorical Conttgtw sponsored by the American Legion. Each contestant who spoke had written his an speech, discussing some problem or ashcct 0f the United States Constitution. In a series of elimination contests conducted as high school assem- blies, Anne Driscoll ,a member of the graduating class, was adjudged winner and went on to represent S. P. A. in the county finals. Each of the seven juniors and seven seniors competing received a silver medal and chain from Father Burns and won the enthusiastic praise and admiration of the entire student body. CELASS 01E IF 1013159le SENIORS PRESIDENT Harold Loggins VICE-PRESIDENT-Barbara Lynett SECRETARYaAlice Ebert TREASURER Richard Rowland SOPHOMORES PRESIDENT-Kathleen Confer VICE-PRESIDENT Frank Arpey SECRETARY Barbara Bootier TREASURER-Edward Brown JUNIORS PRESIDENT-Thomas Magovern VICE-PRESIDENT-Gertrude Collins SECRETARY-E1in0r Johnson TREASURER-Michael Murphy FRESHMEN PRESIDENT Malcolm Quinn VICE-PRESIDENT-Mary Mahar SECRETARYHMary Reynolds TREASURER-Robert Betts SOPHOMORE CLASS S m C N .A M H S E R F WHACJIF WGDUJIBJID HAPPEN Ml? . . . There were no S. P. A. The Sisters lost patience We didnet have Jean to turn to Pat Totten liked Chemistry Joe became serious Cass forgot to smile Dave were meloncholy Ann Brown lost her glasses Rita Couldn,t draw Dicky was punctual Sally was subtle Shakespeare lost Catherine Kate were listless Trea couldn't dance Nancy were timid Pat Smith couldnet run down stairs IVIary J5me were boisterous Barbara weren,t good natured Marypat shouted Faust had no jokes to tell Anita cut her hair Anne Driscoll weren,t zealous Billy stopped clowning Dlargie lost her owl Pat Klein wasnet sportsminded Frannie couldn,t go out doors Johnny was illiterate Alice couldnrt sing Carla werenk always busy Peter didnet have his ties Zeke couldnet play football Joan went on a diet Pat Malone were not in our Yearbook w, R x1 m 8 KIN$$ EUR A WEAR St. Peter,s Football Team, under the able direction of Coach John O,Brien and Athletic Director Father Curley, zoomed t0 the heights of victory during its 1948 season to emerge untied and Hundefeated. Bob Karr and Tommy Lloyd, co-captains of this epic making team were supported byi'a backfield starring Syl Smaldone, Ted Landry, David Emigh, Tony Levo, Jiggs Blaglione, Jim Clukies, and Faust DiAndrea. Line men were Larry Mitchell, Phil Waring, Tom D'Iagovern, Dave Russell and over the ball at center Zeke Loggins, Dick OiRourke and John Scavone. The opening game of the season brought an overwhelming score of 40-12 over an old time rival, Fort Ann. The purple and gold thus avenged their last season,s 25-18 defeat against Gordon Streeteris Forts. St. Johnis of Albany furnished the second win of the season as the Purple and Gold gridders wrapped up their second victory with a 36-6 win over their old rivals from Albany. The following week the Saints played host to IVIilne of Albany. The Saints romped over IVIilne of Albany- with a 30-0 victory for their third straight win. In a second encoun- ter with their Albany rivals, the Saints again walloped them; this time to the tune of 32-0. As the climax of the season the Purple and Gold gridders of St. Peteris played a tough and well experienced team, St. hlary's of Hudson. The Saints pulled the game out of the fire in the last few minutes of play, winning by the slim margin of one point, 30-31. Hav- ing counted on an easy victory the Saints found they were mistaken when they discovered themselves trailing 6-0 at the quarter. As if out of a fairy tale, however, Tommy Lloyd ran back the kickoff to tie the score. As the fourth quarter rolled around S. P. A. trailed 30-24. When all seemed lost, the trusty Faust DiAndrea caught a pass and tied the score 30 all. With but a minute to go, the Saints switched to fullback slot their center Zeke Log- gins who took the ball over for the extra point which won the game for the Saints. Thus the season ended on a distinct note of triumph; five wins, n0 ties, no losses. SCORES S. P. A. OPPONENTS 40 .................. ; ............. Fort Ann .................... 12 36 ................................ St. Johns .................... 6 30 ................................ Milne ........................ 0 32 ................................ St. Johns .................... 0 31 ............................... St. Marys .................. 30 FOOTBALL BANQUET Climaxing the successful 1948 football season at St. Peters Academy was another crash- ing highlight of the year, the Football Banquet honoring St. Peters first Undefeated Football Team. Sponsored by the St. Peter's Alumni on November 23, the banquet caused a great stir throughout the halls of St. Peteris and provided a new interest for the people of Saratoga. A gathering of 210, including the team, the cheerleaders, honored guests, Alumni, students and parents was privileged to hear as Guest Speaker, Dr. Wallingford, a resident of Albany, and famous as a former star football player during his college career at Holy Cross. Speak- ing on the value of high school sports, Dr. Wallingford said, any educational institution that directs its principal eHorts to physical and secular life is not worthy of the title, School of Education. . Coach John O,Brien who guided this team through its successful season was paid great homage by John Butler, guest Toastmaster, who termed Coach O'Brien, iiSt. Peter,s own Frank Leahy. Coach OiBrien presented chevrons or letters to members of the team; Tommy Lloyd, Zeke Loggins, Syl Smaldone, Bob Kar'r, Ted Landry, Larry Mitchell, Phil Waring, -Dave Russell, Faust DiAndrea, Jimmy Clukies, and Dick O'Rourke. Patrick Simone, President of St. Peters Alumni Association also presented to Bob Karr and Tommy Lloyd, co-captains of St. Peteris team, a trophy which now occupies a position of honor in the school library. To Zeke Loggins, Mr. Simone presented the foot- ball which Zeke used in scoring the extra point which broke the 30-30 tie between St. Marys of Hudson Falls and gave St. Peters the great final victory over St. Marys and the glory of an undefeated season. Mr. Simone said the team was to be highly congratulated for its outstanding teamwork. Having added color and vivacity to the games, the triumphant St. Peters cheerleaders were praised highly for their successful wdrk in cheering our boys on to victory. Father Burns was quoted as saying: uWithout its cheerleaders, St. Peter,s team would not have been so successful. ' The Banquet was closed with the fervent hope that St. Peter's will continue its faithful work in developing both the physical, mental, spiritual life of its students. 810011618 Saint Peters Academy has turned out and will continue to turn out some of the finest football, basketball, baseball and track teams that have been seen in this area. Although handicapped by a scarcity of material, Coach John O,Brien has developed teams that have shown up well no matter what the odds and have upset schools many: times the sizes of S. P. A. Although the spotlight was on Football this year, it is basketball which has been the outstanding sports at S. P. A. for many years. The Saratoga High-St. Peter's games for the city championship have drawn crowds that have nearly filled the Hall. Early in its basketball history, an SPA team beat its opponent by a score of 75 to 10, which record stands as the lowest score any team was ever held to in the Hall. Iiggs Maglione, ,45, made a rec- ord of 29 points scored in one game, a,record that has never been surpassed in the Hall, al- though it was equalled in the Sectionals last year. Our 1948-49 schedule has been a series of hard fought contests, some of which have been lost by no more than two or three points. Two of the Saints, John Hennessy and Bob Karr have scored 23 and 21 points respectively, in the same game against Fort Edward. All in all, the teams have always worked together and a fourth period rally can always be expected of the Saints . While the track team has no gold cups 0r medals to boast of, at least its members have not come in last every time, and the track department has done its part in the physical lit- ness, mental alertness program that is an integral part of life at S.P.A. Baseball, the chief spring sport, attracts a goodly number of enthusiasts each year as St. Peterls seems to have a plentiful supply of baseball material. Starring on the mound for the liSaints in the 19-1-8 season and again this year has been Ted Landry, crafty young pitcher behind whom the Purple and Gold Nine has rallied to many conquests. Our pastor, Father Burns and our Athletic Director, Father CUrley are largely re- sponsible for the fine sports program at SPA.. Working in close cooperation with Coach O'Brien, they have seen to it that the boys have the finest in equipment. The boys them- selves have been and will be in the future good sportsmen. Whether they are winning or losing they are in there fighting as Catholic gentlemen for the glory of GodeAnd for SPA. After working and waiting for nearly two years, the eHorts of certain sports loving Juniors and Seniors, led by Pat Klein, succeeded in organizing a Girls Basketball Team with a definite season schedule. Outfitted in attractive new maroon gym suits, the team first took the floor against Mechanicville. Although defeated in their first attempt, the girls have managed to break even in their games up to this writing. Thanks are due in a large part to Father Curley who backed the girls in their venture, acting as coach and advisor. It is the hope of the class of ,49 that Girls Sports will always be an integral feature of life at SPA. 3 TEAM MEMBERS Pat Klein Joan Casey S.P.A. Schedule Opponents Jeannette Bootier Ann Cassidy 8 lVICCh . v'll 11 Elinor Johnson Jean Foy ...................... mm 1 e ...................... lmargie Mahar Teresa Robbins 21 .......................... Ballston .......................... 18 Pat Smith ' Sally Noonan 21 .................... Saratoga ngh .................... 18 Nancy Hickey L Gertrude Collins 20 ...................... Mechanicville ...................... 25 Anita D'Andrea Janice Delay Drawing much notice in the sports field are the colorfully clad and vivacious cheerleaders of S.P.A., the Varsity with their new skirts and attractive gold blouses and the Jayvee with their skirts and sweaters, inherited from the Varsity. The Varsity Cheerleaders, Anne Driscoll, Anita DlAndreat Gertrude Collins, Elinor Johnson, Jeannette Bootier and Emma Carr, have brought about much enthusiasm in the crowd and have kept them cheering even though the score may be low. The Jayvee Cheerleaders, chosen this fall in a series of elimination contests, judged by Skidmore Sport Majors, have shown good spirit and have worked hard to achieve their goal of continuing to keep the fine reputation of the St. Peterls Cheerleaders. Led by co-captains Theresa Robbins and Rosemary Trombly, the other team members are Peggy DeGregory, lVIarleine Lacroix, IVIary Rey- nolds, Betty Mark and Ellen Fogarty. All the cheerleaders have worked hard to earn their fine reputation of courtesy and good-sports manship which they hope will be carried out through the years to come. bBKNDWLEEgEMEN 618 To our pastor, Father Burns, whose support iind encouragement have been invaluable to the success of our Yearbook. To IVIother Saint James and the faculty who have often shown their interest in its progress. To Sister Frances Regis, our faculty adviser, who has given generously of her time and inspiration. To our photographer and art director, Mr. Bolster ,whose wholeheartcd interest, cooperation and suggestions are appreciated by every member of the stall. To Settle, Photographer and to Dell Studios To the Underclassmen. They have been behind us every step of the way. To our Advertisers, whose support makes this book a reality. JPACJIUIRGDN$ 1151861 Mr. and Mrs. James Adinolfi ' Mrs. Nicholas Adinolfi RM. and lVIrs. John E. Armstrong Mr. and NIrs. H. J. Attanasio Jane M. Barber N11: and Mrs. Lewis J. Benton, Jr. NIL and NIrs. Robert Betts Mr. and Mrs. Albert Biggie EVIL and Mrs. Fred A. Bollinger Mr. and Mrs. George Bolster lVIr. and Mrs. Francis Bootier EVIL and Mrs. Leo J. Brown Leo J. Brown, Jr. IMr. and Mrs. Lawrence Burke Mr. and Mrs. John Calligeris IVIr. and Mrs. Augustine Cappello Mr. and Mrs. Robert Capes Mr. Carboni Mrs. Emma Carr Mr. and Rim. Edward T. Carroll Mr. and Mrs. Francis Casey Annabelle Cavanaugh Miss Mary E. Cavanaugh Mrs. Anna Claire Mrs. James M. Cleary hladeline Colangelo Catherine A. Collins Evelyn Collins Mr. and Mrs. Bernie Collins IVII'. and Mrs. James Collins IMiss Mary Comisky Mr. and hirs. Maurice Confer Mr. and IVIgs. John Connors Elvira D,Andrea Mrs. Walter F. Delay NIr. and Mrs. Peter Della Valle George De Long IMr. and Mrs. Andrew Desidora Edith R. Doherty Mr. and Mrs. Joseph A. Doherty Mr. and Mrs. Michael Dominick NIrs. Helen Doolady Franc'es Doresy IVIr. and Mrs. Frank Driscoll Niiss Helen G. Driscoll Mr. and Mrs. John E. Driscoll Richard Evans IVIr. and Mrs. James Fennell Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Fennell IWr. and Mrs. Robert Fitzpatrick Bliss Agnes Flanagan Rh. Edward Flanagan RM. and IVIrs. Robert Flanagan Mr. and IWrs. Charles Ford Douglas Ford William F 0rd Mr and Mrs. Peter Galligan IWrs. Leanora M. Gibson Mr. and Mrs. Bart Grasso Air. and Mrs. Ralph Grasso IVIonica Hamell Mr. and Mrs. Spencer J. Hanna Miss Josephine Hayes Miss Lenora Hayes Bliss Eileen Haynor Mr. and IVIrs. Guy Hawthorne Miss Mary B. Healy Mr. and Mrs. George B. Helpin Ann V. Hickey Mr. and Mrs. James Hickey Mr. and Mrs. Richard Hickey Mr. and Mrs. William J. Hickey Kay Hogan Mr. and Mrs. H. J. Hughes Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Hughes Mrs. Coral Hyde Rose Izzo Mr. and Mrs. James Jarrett Miss Eunice A. Kanaly Mrs. Kathryn Keehan Dr. and Mrs. J. D. Kiley Mr. and Mrs. George King Mr. and ers. Howard R. Klein Dr. and Mrs. P. J. Landry J Air. and Mrs. Ernest Lloyd Mr. Edward Lucas Mr. and Mrs. John L. Lynett Mrs. John Mahar er. and 1Wrs. IVIichael hlalone Mr. and Mrs. L. C. Marsh Mr. and hits. Arthur McCarty IWr. and Mrs. John N. McCarty IVIr. and Mrs. James H. McGhan Dr. and Mrs. F. W. McGirr Miss Betty McQuade NIiss Catherine McQuade Ralph Millis Ellen L. Mooney Mr. and Mrs. John Moss Estella M. Muldowney . Mrs. D. C. Nolan Mrs. Joseph Noonan Mr. and Mrs. George P. OJRourke NIT. and Mrs. Erwin C. Proper PehYs Gift Shop Mr. and Mrs. Robert L. Quinn Mr. and Rirs. George F. Reynolds Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Reynolds Mr. and Mrs. William Reynolds Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Richmond Mrs. Chester Robbins Rosemary Robinson Mr. and NIrs. Henry C. Rogers Dr. Leo W. Roohan Miss Gertrude Rougier Mary E. Rougier Miss Margaret Rougier Miss Pearl M. Rougier Miss Sarah Rougier Mr. and Mrs. F. J. Rowland Dr. and Mrs. J. F. Rowland NIr. and Mrs. 'W. B. Rowland Mr. James A. 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Tromblv Miss Louise Weil ALUM NI Jean Beagle NIarie Bootier Jay Confer Neil Doherty Carmella Ebert James Maglione William Rowland K'Iargaret Sullivan mmmcmm LM8CJIF Lester Cole Carol Coleman Scott Coleman Gertrude Collins Jimmy Comosky Carol Confer Kathleen Confer David Connors Patricia Curtis ,, 3 Bobby D,Andrea Joey D Andrea Peggy De Gregory Rosemary D Andrea Thomas Delacy Janice Delay Theresa DelVecihio Louis DeMatteo William Dcuell Mary Lou Donahue Tim Driscoll llary Alice Duval Robert Duval Brian Dwyer Burke Dwyer Joan Dwyer Elizabeth Ebert Florence Ebert Patricia Ebert Gerald Ellsworth Ronald Ellsworth David Emigh Patricia Farnoli Gail Farone John Farone Billy Flanagan RDD8GI1IE5R MMI- Zoeann Flanagan Charles Flynn Ellen Fogarty Jeannie F 0y Barbara Garrette Joanne Goodhart John Gorman Patricia Gorman Clark Grant Ralph Gras$o Judy GriHin N ora GriHin Beverly Hanna Marjorie Henzel Nancy Hickey Richard Hickey Barbara Hlavaty hlargorie Hodges Elizabeth Hogan Margaret Hogan Linda Hyde Carol Johnson Elinor Johnson Geraldine Johnson Margie Johnson Bobby Jones Robert Jones Louis Jordan Robert Kirker Gene Klein Robert Klein Ted Landry IMarlene Lacroix Bill Le Roux Ellen Le Roux Raymond Le Roux Anthony Levo Edward Lloyd Joseph Lloyd Robert Loggins J. David Lynett Bettie Macica Veronica Macica Marie MacNeil Joseph Maglione, Malcolm Magovern hlary Ann Magovem Tom Magovern Mary Maher Peggy Maher Kathleen Malone Lucy Malone Geraldine Mangini Rosemarie Manilla Betty Marks Patty Marks Diana Marra Robert McCarty Bob McDonough Anne McGirr Emma Lou McGourty Freddie McNeary Larry Mitchell Robert Mitchell Tom Mullins Michael Murphy Robert OyHanIon Catherine Patterson Nancy Paupst Shirley Pike Janice Piroha John Pompey Leo Quinn Malcolm Quinn Art Reimann Ernest Reimann F rankie Remmillard Mary Reynolds Rlary Reynolds Pat Reynolds Mary Ann Richman Theresa Robbins Donald Rocco Patty Ann Rocco Rose Marie Rocco Ruth Rowland Pat Sabino I Anthony Scarano John Scavone Margaret Smith Peter Smith Jackie Stevens Rosemary Simone Lanseer Simpson Junie Smaldone Ronnie Smaldone Michael Sullivan Pat Sullivan David Styles John Totten Rosemary Trombly Patrick Michael Vael Carolyn Lee Van Buren Robert Van Buren Paul Varley Catherine Walsh Sally Walsh William Walsh Phil Waring Dorthy White Jane Wimet THEE; EHDMGJIFDIIR$JIDJESA1K8 :91 Message for CGoday The Sermon on the Mount was delivered by Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to the fisher- men and townspeople who gathered on the green slopes overlooking the Sea of Galilee almost two thousand years ago. Nevertheless the teachings of Christ at that time have direct bearing on the lives- of His followers here in the twentieth century. I will try to summarize briefly the application of these doctrines to our every-day deeds and words. First come the Beatitudes which are in fact formulas for saving our souls. Then, out Faith is likened to a light which must shine forth for all people in order that they may give glory to God. In other words, we Catholics have the precious gift of Truth e we should share it With others. The evil of divorce is widespread in this day and age. Christ openly proclaims that divorce is contrary to the laws of God. As for the laws of the State, He tells us that to be a good Catholic is to make a line citizen. Revenge is an ugly thing. His voice down the centuries cautions us to turn the other cheek. Pagan materialism is rampant in our society, personified in the scourge of Communism. We are reminded that God watches over the lilies of the field and the birds of the air even though they do not work. Here is a welcome assurance that those who are doing the will of God in the first or the twentieth century need not worry that God will provide for their needs. Many people today are inclined to scof? at the eHicacy of prayers of petition; from the lips of God Himself we hear Ask and you shall receive. Perhaps the greatest need today is for an active spirit of charity - not the donations for the poor and helpless so much as a down-to-earth love of one's neighbor. The words Do unto others as you would have them do unto you are the keynoteof the whole sermon. We were made to love and serve God, and to love our neighbor as ourself. These words tell us quite plainly how we can fulfill this second condition, The Sermon on the Mount deserves a prominent place in the literature of our civilization. The language itself is clear and meaningful; simple enough for the unlearned yet so profound that its analysis reveals many applications. However the most important reason why the world should cherish these words is because they have been an integral part of the Christian doctrines which have actually changed the course of the world's history. In fact, the message they bring - believed in and acted upon - might yet make the Twentieth century truly Christian. We are faced with the formidable heights of Communism. The world is sinking lower into hatred and despair. The Set- mon on the Mount can help us find the strength of faith that will remove these challenging mountains. JEAN DOHERTY These two poems were accepted by the National High School Poetry Association for publication in their Annual Anthology. FRIENDSHIP Develop a friendship 'not to receive but to give. Grow With a friendship and make it forever to live. Sever no friendship by act or word of tongue. Nourish a friendship as a mother does het young. Protect a friendship from lethal slings. Understand a friendship in spite of all things. But take heed; Never let a friendship With man be Greater than that with God Almighty. CATH ERIN E USCAVITCH w ODE TO A CAR The old brown car with its rickety wheels, The old brown car with its squeaks and squeals, Was better by far than the black sleek and slim, For our long standing trust we placed in Him. For ten long years he earned our trust, Up long hills he'd make it, 'he must. He covered the country-side with pop at the wheel, And always he kept on a slow, even keel. But our new black car, trust We must; For after the years, the old one did bust, And up to heaven it's gone I know, Or wherever tired old cars finally go. MARYPAT ARMSTRONG The following essay was awarded first prize in the Saratoga Springs Division of the National Fjssay Fontest xpmmnwn' by the B. P. O. E. WHOM JIDJIEoMDBJIRAGBGM WDJRJK$ Democracy, as defined in the dictionary, is a government where the final power is in the hands of the people governed. Democracy works, and will continue to work, as long as this policy is adhered to, as long as this power rests in the hands of the people and as long as it stresses the in- dividual liberties of the people. i The people, in a democracy, have all the inalienable rights and privileges handed down to them from God. They have these rights only because they fought and died to preserve them. Democ- 'racy is a lot of things e- not all of them are laws. It means that the people are free to worship as they please, to obtain an education, to speak on matters of state and to undertake innumerable ventures. All these things are found in a democracy, only because the people put them there. If these rights were not protected by the people, there would be no democracy! This cannot be stressed enough. The people make the democracy work. From the time a child is born in a democratic country, he is imbued with thetprinciples of dem- ocracy. Later, upon becoming an integral part of democracy, he will have the right to vote, to elect representatives, to join unions, to go to church, to stand on a soapbox and fight for a law or fight to prevent its passage. Democracy works! It works because the people and the government are as one. The people make the laws; the government enforces them. llThe people is one of the reasons why democracy works. Democracy works, moreover, because it stresses personal and individual liberties. It is a lot of little things ,- freedom to walk down Main Street with head high, freedom to travel, freedom to form working unions or social clubs, and all little things that are typically uMain Street, U.S.A. Most of the rights and freedoms in a democracy are safeguarded by laws, but not all. Some are just democratic principles. All these freedoms are individual rights guaranteed in a democratic govern- ment. Because of these rights, held so dear in the peoples, hearts, democracy is a workable, living form of government. The examples I have given are the reasons for the .workability of democracy. Without the people to make the laws, there would be no democracy; without personal liberties, the government would be a feared and hated administering body of men. Democracy works hand in hand with the people; the people and democracy, the people are d emocracy and that is why democracy works? BARBARA LYN ETT. The following three short stories were adjudged the best submitted in, the Senior Class Short Story Contest, , THE Mustte MAKER JEAN DOH ERTY Steve was sitting on the bench near the lockers, his hands resting quietly on his knees. hdac opened the door and came in, followed by the sound of applause and shouts heralding the end of the second round. ' You still-got a couple minutes, kid . Mac looked tired. He had seen this kind before and he had no sympathy for the blonde youngster who would enter the ring in a few minutes. Steve said nothing. I realized suddenly that I had been staring at him. He looked up and grinned sheepishly. uFine brother you are! Thought you were supposed to keep my spirits up. You look like it was the end of the world or somethingf7 He glanced down at his hands, then turned them over. palms up. They were wet with perspiration. He stood up and walked over to the door, methodically wiping his hands'on the seat of his trunks. he corridor was empty. lVIac motioned him to sit down again. Carefully, surely, he began wrapping gauze over the knuckles of Steveis right hand. Steve has beautiful hands - long and firm, unmarked except for the pattern of tiny blue veins; the fingers are slender and sensitive. Mack picked up a towel and went ahead of Steve down the corridor and out into the gym. Ild been in that same ring a hundred times but that night every detail of the place seemed to stare at me defiantly. Lawton is an old college, built originally in the middle of a fashionable section Which has since grown away from its weathered buildings. It now stands like a small intellectual island in the downtown business district. lThe gym has grey walls and high ceilings with tall, narrow Win- dows open to the night air. Despite the welcome breeze the room was filled with blue smoke, swim- ming in hazy circles under the burning white lights hanging from the superstructure. The seats facing the ririg were almost filled. Friday night exhibitions had become popular in the lull between basketball and baseball seasons. . Steve walked down the aisle. Seeing him, a few yelled Take him, Steve e He,s a cinch .... Pin his ears back, Nolin! They were almost all upperclassmen, seniors like himself. They knew noth- ing except the fact that the college paper had carried the usual announcement of scheduled fights. THIRD BOUT: 8:00 P. M. - AL SAUNDERS, 150, versus STEVE NOLIN, 146. That was all. There was a total of five lights on the card. The whole thing was outlined in black, like an obituary notice. Saunders was already in the ring, silhouetted against the crowd. I didn't need to see his face. His close-set eyes and standard grin were well known to challengers working for a berth on the In- tercollegiate Boxing Team. Any welterweight worth his salt could lick him and some of us, includ- ing myself, had even managed to K. 0. him before the wallop in his right could mess up our chances or our faces. Saunders was powerful but he was one of the most thick-witted individuals in the school. I held nothing against him and I knew Steve felt the same way. Steve was wearing dark blue trunks with a red stripe. The reflection from the canvas and the brilliance of the lights gave his skin a translucent quality that was almost ghdstly. He was listen- ing to Macis grumbled advice when a voice echoed above the murmur of the crowd. Play a tune on his chin, Steve. .He looked out at the spectators then for the first time and the expression on his face made me feel sick to my stomach. I thought of him as I had so often seen him-seated at a grand pianwan ac- complished musician who becomes so absorbed in the notes he is playing that the applause of his listen- ers comes as a surprise. How many times he had looked at an audience as though he had forgotten they were there! Now as before the expression was momentary, replaced by poise and a quiet smile. There was no trace of the fire which must have smoldered before his outburst a week ago. As brothers go. weIre very close, even though our interests are so diHerent; the night I made the boxing team he had promised to watch me tight the last man between myself and success. It was a clean fight ahd I got the decision, but Steve's voice was tight when he congratulated me. I was feeling pretty good so I didn't pay too much attention. The next morning he told me that he had promised to fight in one of the exhibition bouts. No details. All I knew was that he was mad e mad at himself. They told me later that Paul Car- dacy had needled him about his music and made insinuations about his kid brother's having to uphold the family honor. I knew Cardacy only by reputation. His family had pull. in the school as the result of a sizeable endowment. He surrounded himself with self-appointed intelligentia who could stand him for the sake of his money. When he was drunk, as he was on more than one occasion, he was sulky and bitter. When he was sober he was just plain mean. Steve knew enough to pay no attention to'him when he'd been drinking, but that night he was cold sober. Cardaey baited him deliberately, and Steve lashed out in sheer anger. For anyone else a light with Saunders would have been a pushover, but Steve hadn't been in the ring in almost two years. Physically he was in perfect condition. We live off-Campus, a good two mile walk every day. Hours of practicing had'developed his muscles but his strength wasupri- marily in his forearms, not in his shoulders Where it would do the most good. Saunders has become the campus clown, butihe can take a lot of punishment. The issue was clear: If Steve lost the i fight it would be worse than if he had never accepted the challenge; if he won, it would have to be by decision. ' , - The head of the music department called Steve to his oHice on Monday morning. I hope you realize what youlre doing, Nolin. I must ask you to reconsider. You know your circumstances better than I do. That May recital will almost certainly inean a graduate scholar! ship. I hardly think the trustees will think well of a man who willingly signs up for a fight three 11 eeks before the concert. v . - His tone softened a' little.' Steve was the pride of the department. For the love of heaven, Nolin, suppose something should happen to your hands? I knew Steve too well to think that he might go back on his word. I taught him everything I know about boxing and Al Saunders in the days preceding the fight The two stood facing each other, listening to the referee. The crowd seemed to sense that this would be a little better than the usual prelim matches and they were watching expectantly. HThe do'ctor, a short bald man in a grey suit, sat'hunched on the edge ofihis seat, the'ischoolis' guarantee of a resident phvsician available at all times . Taking a final drag on his cigarette, the timekeeper dropped it on the floor and absently crushed out the spark under his heel. i Seconds o'ut. T he gong sounded for the first round. As I look back on it now I couldn t even begin to tell you the details of those first few min- utes. The figures moved around like puppets on a stage, distant and almost mechanical. Then Steve was back in the corner a.gain taking a swig of water. Mac rubbed his shoulders, grumbling all the time. He was surprised at Steve's showing and he was making no bones about it. You got the first, Kid. Keep him going like you did and he won,t know where he,s at. Mac could see the timing and rhythm in Steve's footwork. He could see the short light taps he was landing'on Saundersl ribs e steady and challenging. I knew that his artistls sensitivity was paying off; several times he could anticipate a blow by watching his opponentls sallow face. But one thing neither of us knew-how long he could hold up under pressure. The gym hummed with voices. The crowd didn't quite know what to make of it. They had expected to see Saunders put on his usual free-swinging show but he was obviously confused. SteVe wasn't toying with him either. He was going after him carefully, with dogged concentration. I felt like yelling it out so that everyone could hear: uSure he's careful. Right now his future is all laced up in a pair of leather gloves. But I didn't say a word. ' As the gong opened the second round a group on the far side of the gym started heckling Sauna ders. I recognized the harsh voice of Cardacyls sidekick telling him to lean out and fight, Al. You afraid of a piana player? The boys near the ring laughed and turned around to see who it was. In the ring Steve was dancing away from Saundersl angry left. A sudden blow laid Saundersy defense wide open and Steve landed a blow that stung him, momentarily pushing him back against the ropes. He came back mad. Steve kept him OH for a while but he was breathing heavier now and the strain was beginning to tell. He got careless with a' left, throwing it a little wide. Saunders had been waiting for an opening. The blow shook Steve and he leaned heavily on Al in the clinch, trying to clear his head. The ref separated them and the bell stopped Saunders before he could follow up his advantage. r Steve sat on the stool and stretched out his legs. His shoulders were glistening wet under the hot lights and he was still shaking his head a little. By this time Mac was calling him by his first name. He mopped his face with the towel and checked the gloves almost tenderly. Something made me look out into the faces near the ring. For the first time since the beginning of the fight the noise in the room had changed from a droning undertone to the sweeping lifting rushes of sound that tell a fighter the crowd is behind him. Comments were coming from all sides - prais- ing, encouraging and advising. I slowly began to realize what must have happened. The scoHing crack about a piano player had unwittingly started a vollev of questions about Steve and the purpose of the fight. His story had spread to all the on-lookers. They were for him now but there were still three more minutes to go. I heard a voice say God let him win! and realized with a jolt that it was my own. I wasn't swearing. It was the most fervent prayer I ever offered. .For what seemed like an eternity they traded jabs, looking for a hole to send one home. Saun- ders finally threw a right for Stevels chin but he saw it in time to knock it of? his glove. It grazed his forehead, however, and a thin jagged cut blossomed over one eye. After that they weren't box:- ing any more, just punching savagely wherever they could. The noise from the ringside was deafening now; the crowd surged to its feet, stamping in pro- test. Steve was partly- blinded by the blood from the cut. The referee interfered too late - Saunders connected. Steve dropped to the canvas and lay still. Th locker room was crowded by the time we reached the door. They were all saying the same thing. i It was tough luck, getting that cut, Steve. Yould have had him sure. The corridor was empty when we left except for the warmth and the smell of leather. Outside, the fresh air felt clean and good. As we walked along, it began to rain. t THE END llRAllEullPalliCIlf CIlRDllllllBullbllB$ PATRICIA TOTTEN The sun beamed through the neatly curtained window and found its destination on the tousled head of an eight year old boy. Bunky Farrell turned over in bed and drew the blanket closer about him. The September morning had just enough tang in it to make a blanket a thing of luxury, and Bunky had the comfortable awareness that it was Saturday morning and he didn't have to go to school. An agitating sound, however, drifted up from the back yard, flustering his comfort. He pushed the cover from around his freckled ears and listened. Someone was hammering on the boards of his rabbit hutch. Why did things always have to happen to keep a fellow from sleeping on Satur- day mornings. Hadnlt he earned the right to sleep after slaving over a school desk all week The hammering on the fence continued incessantly and at last Bunky crept down to the foot of the bed and peered out of the window. It was that old N111 Davis from next door nailing up the planks where they had ripped IQOse between the hutch and his garden. Bunky,s prize white rabbits, Amos and Andy ,at least thatls what he called them, had broken into the neighbors, garden several times Each time, Bunky had patched up the fence a little, not taking time to repair it thoroughly. Hl thought the o d fence would surely hold till I could get the rabbits out to the fair today, mused Bunky, as he ducked back under the cover. He was a firm believer in the saving of enelgy and had seen no necessity in fixing the fence when he intended conveying the rabbits out to the fairgrounds that very morning. The joy of his nap, however, had been spoiled. For a time he lay there staring goggle-eyed at the ceiling, having made up his mind to stay in bed late even if he couldnlt possibly sleep. He must have his rabbits ready, though, to take out to the fairgrounds by eleven o,clock. His Uncle Jerry was to have some poultry on display, and was coming in his jalopy to take Bunky and his rab- bits out. He had planned to spend the rest of the day in the delightful occupation of watching the carnival shows unload and put up their tents. The privilege of getting into the fair grounds when preparations were being made was one to which he had looked forward for several weeks. Bunky was wide-awake now, his mind busy with dreams of what he Would do with the prize money Amos and Andy were sure to win. ' The hammering had finally ceased. From the kitchen drifted the delightful fragrance of fryn ing bacon. He was out of bed at a bound. If there was one thing he craved better on a chilly morning than a cozy bed, it was a hearty breakfast. Bunky slipped casually into a pair of wrinkled dungarees, put on his shoes, and' took but a momentto greet the friendly croaking frog, in a box, under his bed. HWhat would lMom say if she knew, he chuckled. HNIorning Mom, whats on the menu today, he said as his father often did. uGood morning, Bunky, she chanted, uAnymore fugitives from menageries under your bed this morning. lAw gee Mom, how'd you find out, whimpered Hunky. liCanit I keep him lVIom, huh, lVIomfl I'm sorry Bunky, we're not operating a zoo. Bunky surrendered willingly. It was too nice a day to sulk, and besides he had to take care of his rabbits. He made sure that his neighbor had gone to work before he ventured out to the rabbit hutch. As he hastened through the back yard, over ti ncans and stray papers, his heart produced a queer thump, for there was 'no joyous squealing to greet his approach. Evidently, Mr. Davis had fright- ened them with his incessant pounding so that they were in hiding. Bunky had salvaged a fine bunch of turnips for their last meal before going to the fair. He had an uneasy feeling within him that he wasn't always too faithful about feeding them though he couldnlt bear the thought of any- thing going hungry. Opening the wire gate he thrust in his turnips, but there came no answering squeal of joy. The rabbits failed to account for themselves. Bunkysighed bitterly as he perceived the loose plank at the hack of the hutch. The fence on Mr. Daviss side had been neatly patched, but a plank was loose between the hutch and the vacant lot behind. Frantically, Bunky squeezed through the gate. One glance through the door of the little house indicated that it was empty. Without hesitating a moment he tore away the loose plank and struggled through to the vacant lot. The nibbled peaks of grass showed that they had strolled through there, but now they weren't anywhere in sight. After ten minutes of tiresome searching for tracks, he sat down dejectedly on an old mossy tree stump. How many steps had he taken to feed those rabbits? Now they had decided to play a trick on him at the last minute. He had always pulled against work and argued that it didn't pay, and now he was sure of it. He propped his elbows on his boney knee and cupped his chin in his hands, gazing with utter discouragement before him. Then he started suddenly, for his glance had fallen on a rabbit track imprinted neatly in the muddy road. A heavy rain having fallen the night before, Bunky had no difhculty now in tracing the tracks down the bumpy, marshmallowy road. The tracks revealed that the rabbits had skillfully turned otlj into Farmer Rowlandls corn field. Seating himself again he gloomily watched a number of crows filling their stomachs with the far- merls prize crop of corn. He couldnit bother to frighten them away. The old farmer ought to have gathered his corn long ago if he hadn't wanted it eaten! Then suddenly a thought came to Bunky that gave him an uncomfortable pang. What was the difference in his neglecting his fence and the farmerls leaving his corn there for the crows to eat? For the first time he began to realize that the rabbits were not to blame for their escape but that it was all his own fault. 'Gradually, Bunky saw things from the rabbits, point of view. Then he became still more thoughtful; if he had escaped where would he desire to go? Standing up he surveyed the surrounding plot of the farmerls field. Back of him was the town; in front and to the right of him was Mr. Rowlandls farm, and to the left, the woods and the creek. It was only then that he remembered that he had failed to give the rabbits any fresh water the day before. Naturally theyld be thirsty and head for the creek. Hastening down the rows of rustling, brown corn to the creek he searched in the soft oozing mud for tracks that might indicate their whereabouts. Before his eyes he found some tiny prints that led for some distance down the creek, then back across the field toward the farmefs garden. Bunky didnlt stop for tracks now, but ran on toward the garden. One sickening glance within showed him xthe rrabbits, feasting with gluttony on Farmer Rowland,s fall lettuce. He succeeded in finding the hole through which they had most likely entered, and stopped it up with wadded newspaper before he attempted catching them. He had just seized one by its big, floppy ears when suddenly a loud, angry voice hailed him from the garden gate. . llHey, what you doing there, you young upstart? yelled Farmer Rowland, brandishing a hoe threateningly at the frightened boy. i In his sudden fright Bunky let the rabbit escape. Cat catching my rabbits! They got out on me! The farmer peered over the gate, hunting out the destruction the rabbits had done be- fore he replied. IlWell, you needn,t bother to catch 'em, he said, coming into the garden. 1,11 catch em and eat Iem to pay for ruining my good lettuce. Bunky turned suddenly sick at heart. Would the farmer be so cruel as to take his prize rab- bits to pay -for the old lettuce? Was all his labor over them to be in vain? Stunned, he stood on the edge of the lettuce row while with loud yells and a waving hoe lVIr. Rowland frightened the ra Hhits to a far end of the garden and into a secluded,shady corner. ler. Rowland, please don't take my rabbits, pleaded Bunky when the old man came grum- bling back to look at the destruction. uI was going to put them in the fair e I'm sure theyld get a prize. They slipped out through a loose plank at the back of the hutch. HBut where do I come in ?'1 growled the farmer, his voice a little moderated, however. lVIy let- tuce is ruined, and I was intending to take it tomarket next week. uBut I couldnlt help - I meaneerf floundered Bunky, as he suddenly recalled that he could have prevented it had he mended the fence. uI'll tell you what 111 .do, bargained the farmer. Ill'll let you keep your rabbits if youlll re- plant the row they ruined. Itls too late for newlettuce now, but you can put in turnips insteadfl Glad of anything that would save his rabbit s, Bunky said, H0k sir - itls a bargain! HYou catch the rabbits and put 'em in that box outside the gate while I go get the seed and the tools, directed Kit. Rowland. Bunky had just finished placing a board over the top of the box of rabbits, when on the still air he heard the court house ClOCk striking eleven.Bunky got all hot inside as he suddenly remembered that he was to have driven to the fair at that hour in his Uncle Jerryis car. Now he hadn't the faint- est idea of how he was going to get his rabbits to the fair. After all, he couldnlt very well run out on the farmer after all the destruction his pets had caused. Even after he had finished planting the turnips, he'd have to scrub the stick creek mud off the fuzzy fur of his two rabbits. If only he had fixed that broken down fence the day before, he wouldn't be having all this trouble. He had just piled the spoiled lettuce at the end of the row when on the road at the foot of the wheat laden hill he heard the heavy rumble of a wagon and the tramp of horses. It was the glorious carnival show, cutting across from the railroad yards to the fair grounds. How the freckled face beamed and how his heart longed to be a part of this touring caravan! But if he expected to get through with the work and get his rabbits there before the entries were closed, he couldn't stop work for a minute. e ' During the two hours that Bunky toiled on the turnip patch, he endured torments of longing. From the road at the foot of the hill came the constant sound of men calling to their horses and the rumble of wagons. With intense determination he stuck to his task. He had spread the last hit of earth over the seed when the farmerls voice hailed him noisily. HCome on and cat a snack of dinner, he called hospitably. uYou can 'hnish up afterwards, if you arenlt through. Havenlt time, replied Bunky gloomily, as he leaned the hoe and rake against the tree. Got to get In rabbits out to the fair. I'll have to 0 ti ht home and wash em up and try to get some- Y E g one to take me out to the grounds. lIWell, why don't you come along with me, invited the farmer. ITm entering two of my best hogs and there'll be room in the wagon for you and your rabbits. I,m expecting to go as soon as I finish my dinner. Would you really let me go with you! exclaimed Bunky gaily. And could I wash up my rabbits out there at your well? uCertainly. A fellow that can work as hard as you did this morning to save his rabbits ought to be allowed to get ,em in the fair. Bunky had telephoned his mother before he began work on the turnips. He called again to tell her he was going out to the fair with Farmer Rowland. As he stood at the telephone, the delicious scent of the country dinner made him realize how hungry he really was. When they had eaten to complete content, the farmer pushed back his chair and said, Well son, I think we'll hitch up and get on out to the grounds. Bunky slid from the chair he occupied at the table and disappeared through the copper screened door. He skipped across the garden being extra careful not to step on the plants and found his way to the box where Amos and Andy were being held captives. Bunky earefullyltook the lid off the box and the farmer heard him sigh, Well honest lnjun - jumpinl grasshopper. Guess I'll have to change Andy's name. Seems as though I got more rabbits than what I started out with. There, snuggled in the bottom of the grass tilled box were three tiny white, pink eyed rabbits. Bunky strode up over the field with the box tucked under his arm, and Farmer Rowland could faint- ly make out these words, Wee whillakers Andy, all you bring me is trouble, trouble, and more trou- ble. ' r r v r: e are t THE DRIER CATH ERIN E USCAVITCH Swiftly, Stan,s calloused hand swept down, and snatched a glass from the bar. Within a second, the glass was up to his lips, emptying itself of itsfoamy content. When the brew was gone, Stan smacked his lips with satisfaction, and slammed a dime on the bar. As he made his way to the door, he muffled a So long Joe, to the bartender. iNight, Stan, shouted Joe over the grile swinging door. There, thought Joe, goes a swell fellow. Of course, the town doesn't think hes much. But why should it? Hels always quarreling with the men, frightening the women with his loud talk and chasing the kids away. Heis nervous all-right. NIaybe the mines have something to do with it. I've ' seen a lot of steady fellows go down in those mines, and come up nervous wrecks. Oh well, nervous or not, I like him. llining is a job that takes guts. Plenty of guts! As Joe was attempting to psychoanalyse him, Stan was walking ,down the dim street of Lester- ville, the little town in Pennsylvania that feared and hated him. Passing under a lamp post, he stopped to light a cigarette. His brief pause, at this particular spot, put him in an angle for description. He was tall in stature, with shoulders slightly bent for- ward over his physique. His complexion was a soft grey, miner's grey. His features were clear and prominent. An aquiline nose protruded from his firm set cheek bones, and bushytblack eye- brows shadowed his dark, piercing eyes. His face had the distinct lines of a man who was a hard drinker. The ebony hair which trimmed his face was course and thick, and several grey hairs sat like a wave upon his head. Heiresumed his journey, and a few minutes later, was approaching his home, a beaten old shack on the outskirts of the town. 13:: it ever so humble, there is no place like home. Poverty, in some cases, would look like wealth compared to Stan's little old shack. The boards were loose and squeaky, the screen door, which was really more door than screen, slammed in rhythm with the squeaks, and the posts in the front of the house occasionally swayed the small porch. Such was the exterior of this place. How- ever, in spite of the outside appearance of the shack, the interior, bare except for a cot, stove and chair, was immaculate. It was in such a setting as this that Stan ate, slep and drank. The door was hardly shut behind him when he plunged into bed, clothes and all, for a few hours rest. Shortly after, a loud snore filled the room with its bizarre melody. The next morning was just like all other mornings in Lesterville-dark, damp and dreary. When Stan arrived at the mine a few minutes late, Charlie King, his boss, didnTt say a word to him. This was the first time that Stan had ever been late, which was a bit unusual for a man who habitually stayed up to all hours of the early morning drinking and arguing. The morning passed swiftly and the men were soon eating their lunch. The fellow that worked with Stan sat around an open fire, discussing everything from the popular subject of the weather, to the unpopular subject, Stan. Whenever iStan was the topic of conversation, the fellows were tense. Although he always ate by himself, yards away from his eo-workers, they still felt that he might pop up any minute. Guy, who had been working with Stan for almost five years, started the conversation with, uDid ya notice how clean Stan looked this morning? He even shaved' sdclhse' he cut himself. TlYa, and his overhauls were clean fer a change, added Jerry. Then, Guy spoke up again saying, uYa know fellas, mebbe hes got a girl. uBut she ain't down in these mines, joked lVIike, the foreman. HAnd if you expect to get any work done this afternoon, ya'd better get down there yourselves. Guy, Jerry and the others took the hint, and gathered up their helmets, lunch pails and lights. While they were parading toward the shaft, Stan joined them. Beneath two miles of earth four men, including Stan, were digging coal, not far from the shaft. Occasionally, one of them would start a conversation, but it would end abruptly. Once they began to kid Stan about his nice, clean overhauls but Stan just said, 'lSo what if they are clean? lym the one who washed Him! That was the end of their joking. It got awfully quiet, so Guy mentioned a few minutes rest. All agreed, even Stan. As they made their way to a spot near the shaft, one of the planks on the roof of the mine sud- denly became loosened. Immediately, Jerry, who was the nearest to it, tried to halt its descent. The plank, however, was determined. It fell to the ground. Just as it did, the other planks came down, too. NIasses of coal, slate and rocks came following them! The four miners were entombed! One of the fellows, Harry Wilson, who had been shoveling coal in a nearby spot, heard the noise and came running. However, by the time he was a few yards away from Stan and the others, the planks had formed an impenetrable door. Realizing that the men were trapped, he hurried to report the accident to the foreman, Mike. Klike gave out all the instructons he could think of. Everything and everyone would be used in an attempt to save the four miners. As Harry was dashing away, Mike yelled, HAnd get Father Paul as soon as possible. Right , yelled back Harry. When the debris had ceased to fall, the four miners stood still in terrified silence. They were entrapped, and only God or some miracle from the Almighty could save them! Was the dust which filled' their tomb, the incense of their last benediction. Was the air of their death chamber aire-or methane, that deadly gas which creates explosions? Or was it pure air, but the last they were ever to breathe? No one knew'olr dared to guess the answers, but questions such as these were running through the minds of each coal digger. Five minutes passed, tthey seemed like yearsl. Then Stan cautiously approached the inclosing door. He hesitated, slowly raising his right hand up to one of the planks. A few pieces of coal fell down upon his helmet. Stan wasn,t aware of the falling debris, however; for he had discovered that this spot was vulnerable. By this time, a gang of miners was working on the other side of the fallen planks. The families of the entrapped men had been notified of the accident, and they and their friends were flocking around the entrance of the mine. Father Paul, the new assistant of St. Johns Church, had arrived in the meantime. At this time, he was nervously pacing up and down, sending his petitions up to God for consideration. Although he had been in Lesterville only two months, he knew about the public enemy number one-Stan. Father Paul wanted, desperately, to go down there and give Stan the spiritual help he needed most. Stan had not been to Mass in seven years, although he was a Catholic. A man who hasn,t set foot in a church within such a span of time must have help-the kind of help that would straighten him out with God. oThe other three men mattered all right, but Stan mattered even more. In the trap, Stan was thinkingethinking deeply. If something or even some one could be forced against the planks, an opening might be made, thought Stan, an opening which would lead to the shaft-and safety. The other miners were staring at him, wondering if he were losing his mind or even despairing. As Stan backed up, Guy grabbed ahold of his shirt and shook him. HHey Stan! What the devils the matter with ya? Quit aetiny so queer, boy, or welll all be goin, nuts. uLet go of my shirt, Guy, if ya know whats good fer ya! So I,m queer, ITm nuts, heh? Yalll see who's the crazy one. Ya'll see! came back Stan. Jerry rushed to separate the two men, but there was no need for separation. Guy,s irascible op- ponent was running-but not away. He ran right toward the planks. 'IStan, ya fool! screeched Jerry, uWhat are ya doing? His reply came quickly. Stan was unsealing their tomb. I It was a neat job. An opening, although small, had been made. As Guy was squeezing through it, his foot came down upon something soft. It was Stan. Ex- amining the body closer, Guy saw the splinter from one of the larger planks which had pierced Stan's heart. Soon ,his ear was next to the chest of the man he had just been arguing with; however, not a single beat could he heard. Stan was dead! It wasnIt long before the three men were up on. No one could speak or move when they first heard the news. Approximately fifty people stood in silence, ashamed of themselves, but proud of Stan the ground giving an account of Stan's heroism. As the crowd began to break up Father Paul went over to Guy in hopes of more information. Guy told the whole incident over again just to please the priest. He ended it by saying, uFather Paul, that is the price of coal. One man today, another one or two tomorrow. The young priest thanked him for retelling the story, and then, was on his way to the rectory. Before he arrived at his destination, he stopped in at the church to say a prayer for Stan. It' went as follows: uDear God, all merciful and just, do not condemn Stan. You saw what he did today. You, Yourself, laid down Your life for Your friends. I have no knowledge of his many offenses against You. I do not know in what way You are punishing him for his sins. But I do know that You, in Your mercy will reward him somehow, for what he did today. When he reached the rectory, he immediately went to see the pastor, Father Corey. Are you busy, Father? he asked. uNo, not at all. Sit down Father Paul , was his reply. Then, the assistant went into a lengthy description of the accident. Father Corey smiled when he had finished, saying, Paul, when you are as old as I, you won't worry as much, at least I hope you won't. Stan lost his life, that's true, but what is even truer, he saved his soul. I'm pastor of a small church. I know each member of my congregation personally. I recognize them at diEerent devo- tions, some at Mass, some at the stations and others at novena. It so happens that I said the six o'clock Ma5s this morning, and it so happens that Stan was there and received Communion. Here, he paused to enahle Father Paul to get over the shock. Then he resumed his discussion, saying: Unknown to you, Father, Stan came to request this morningIs Mass for his wife. She has been dead seven years now Without one Mass being said for her. Grace must have been pulling strings in heaven; for Stan came here three nights ago to have a Mass said for her. He knew the town wouldn't be interested in him or his wife, so he asked me not to announce it. I couldn't stand in the way of Gods providence, so I agreed to keep it a secret. VVhat Guy said is true. -Stan did pay the price of coal, but he payed an even greater price, the price of love. THE END. Tllt f0lltlllllillg rrprvanl tl I'm'iely of opinions us I'Jprt'ssul in writing by 1111' members of the grlltluuliug class EEMMENEEMENTNIW$ GllfllRlllllEa MEANING Commencement is, oHicially, the dividing line severing childhood from the adult future of our lives. . What we make of ourselves, as we step into our new environment, depends solely upon the use we make of the gifts and powers bestowed on us by our beloved Creator, upon the worthiness of our aims and purposes in life and upon our firm love, belief and practice of the truth. Since the future of the world depends on us, we must accept our prospective positions in society and utilize our God-given talents to a constructive advantage. The world is patiently awaiting our presence. It has intense need of each and everyone of us and all our gifts, culture and power. Commencement shall offer to each of us a specific place in this world although we may never be known to fame or find our names inhabiting an historic page. Not one of us may ever achieve What men call greatness but in the sight of God, of angels, and of all good men there is a greatness which each of us may surely attain. This greatness, we call success, can only he attained by living a good and true life, a life that the poorest and humblest may live. In time, we shall receive suHicient re- ward for the daily obligations faithfully performed. e PATRICIA TOTTEN. GlllelB 8ERMDN lDlNl 6lllfllHlillEB MlDlUNQIF The Sermon on the Mount had for background one of the most beautiful spots in the world. It was in Palestine where the wild flowers ran like rivers over the rich brown earth and where the blueest of skies reached down to kiss the shores of the Sea of Galilee. The people who listened were the followers of' Christ, who when they heard Him speak became so enraptured that they were un- conscious of even the magnificent world about them. Can you blame them? For they were list- . ening to the most Majestic, the most Noble, the most Superhuman of Speakers - they were list- ening to Jesus Christ. their God and Saviour. What did this Man Christ speak about that so interested the people? Did he promise them a rich and happv life on earth? No, on the contrary all through the sermon He insists on poverty of spirit. He certainly didnt emphasize happiness on earth, for He said HBLESSED ARE THEY WHO AIOURN; FOR THEY SHALL BE COlVIFORTED,y Christs sermon was given to show His children a way of life that would lead to life everlasting Like any father, ChriSt our Heavenly Father, urged us to do the things that, though we may not understand it, would gain for us1 complete happiness He realized how hard it would be to do the right thing and He warned us that the road of true life was narrow with manv ol stacles along the way. But He promised us all the help we needed when He said llASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ii Christ insisted on char- ity throughout the whole sermon For He tells us that if we have two garments we must give one away , if our friends hurt us we should not seek revenge. and if our brother wants to borrow never send him away empty-handed. Christians then, as now haye accepted uThe Sermon On The Mount as an outline for righteous living. They regard it as the most beautiful piece of literature and its Author, the most perfect of Models. From this sermon teachers derive a way of teaching for this was a lesson taught by the greatest of Teachers. It was and is a manual to. Ch1istians; foi Christ in this brief sermon, shows all the way to true suceess. MARGAR ET MAHAR DN A THRESHOLD In the middle of our senior year, we all find ourselves on the threshold of life. Ahead of us stretches life, to .be used wisely or unwisely. In the middle is the road to a re- ligious life, on the left, the road to nursing, teaching, and the home. On the right spreads the road to the life of a doctor, lawyer, or the serving of ones country. Way off in the corners We can see dusty, bumpy roads, filled with roughness typical of life. It is up to us .to avoid these bad roads or take what bumps we must as well as we can. Some roads may seem easier and beckon to softer liv- ing, but in the long run, by avoiding such, we are building up within us a stronger character. On this threshold we not only look ahead at life, but we can take a backward glance at what we have already accomplished in life or what we could have accomplished in life. This gives us a good chance to examine our personalities and try to correct any flaws in them in order to make us more able to cope with life in the future. Our last seventeen or eighteen years have been the years that have molded our characters, and thus have been very important. If we had these 'years to live over again, we might do some things differently. Yet realizing this we realize there is time to change, even now. This looking back and forward from the threshold is like reviewing a new moving picture which can easily be corrected before it is too late. From this vantage point in life, as we carefully examine the ways that lie ahead of us, and what lies behind in our past, we have unusual opportunity to make practical resolutions toward future success. RICHARD ROWLAND. 61MB WGDRLNYS CRIRIIESACJEEXI SllpllEollEoGH Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address was a veritable jewel in its beauty, the Pope,s last speech was a magnificent piece of literature which, in a few words, expressed many virtuous .ideas but the greatest of all speeches, the speech which held the most meaning and significance was The Sermon on the Mount, spoken by Jesus Christ. This sublime piece of oratory was given in the open air on Mt. Beatitude near the Sea of Galilee. The Orator, the Saviour of the world, was a tall, rustic and handsome lVIan whose face glowed with a certain holiness. Little did the motley crowd realize that on that day the greatest speech ever to be conceived in any mind was to be delivered. It was springtime. The green valleys dotted with numerous hues of every shade could be seen at every angle from the hillside. The budding flowers and the blooming trees stood out like majestic guards protecting the country-side. The ever singing birds zoomed here and there without any definite course in their flight. A beautiful scene, a gorg- eous setting, the loveliest picture that nature could paint e and why not? Was not a momentous event to take place that day? Our Lord began to speak. The eager crowd gazed at Him with an air of love and all of the people strained their ears to hear His soft, mellow voice pour forth to them. His speech was not of a victorious nature, nor that of a conceited one, but rather one that portrayed unmistakable love; The people were astonished when He had finished. What He had said was so very true, but Who did what He taught? His teachings were definite. In fact, His whole speech could have been summed up in just one word - llLove or in a more definite phrase a uDo unto others as you would have them do unto youll. Also, that speech, that gem to the world, unlike other great oratorical mas- terpieces has lasted down through the centuries and can still be fitted into the present. In conclusion I can only say that since so perfect a speech is within our grasp and since so per- fect a lVIan delivered it, heed it! Do not let it go unused! Abide by the teachings set down in this masterpiece and life everlasting is at your disposal! ' JOSEPH GRASSO. MINE WAS A HAPPY GBHIIJIBIDHDGDD Time, yes truly, time has flown with ever inc teasing rapidity as l have grown from a babe, to a boy, to a Christ loving soldier in the ununiformed ranks of life. Now as I stand on the threshold of adulthood, I can truly look back on my childhood as a happy one. Some of the few instances of these happy days stand out as vividly in my memory as if they happened just yesterday. That day was a gala day when I received my first watch. It was solid gold Iat least I thought so thenI, and was a present from a big, tall engineer who stayed at our house one summer. I can remember how I carried it suspended on a long black cord, so I could pull it out at a momentIs no- tice and make sure the five olclock train was on time. I bet that I would still have that watch if I hadnlt dropped it one day when I was hurrying home just to make sure the train was on time. One of the most enjoyable times of my childhood occurred when the Fourth of July rolled around. I can remember that I would he awakened by the sound of hundreds of small firecrackers and the noise of the Students Conservatory Band warming up for the big parade which always was slated to start at 10 A. M., but which never moved out until the fire Whistles sounded at 12 oIclock. What a combination of delight and anguish leaps to mind as I think again of the fun that my sis- ters and my brothers and I had on that day and of the fateful consequences; for the sun burn which I got that day usually lasted for the rest of the summer. At the end of the day I can remem her the dance and the freckled faces of the little boys and girls. About nine in the eveningI would stand with my father and mother and watch the beautiful assortment of fireworks form a panorama which I would not soon forget. I can remember that I said to myself that evening how wonderful it was to have a mother who would smooth on that cool oil, which brought such quick relief. But the outstanding memory of my childhood is the day I received my first Holy Communion. It was a beautiful day and I can remember how clean my mother scrubbed me the night before. I can remember how she quizzed me on the various prayers that Sister had taught. I remember think- ing to myself how wonderful it would be now to go to lVIass every Sunday and receive Holy Com- munion with my big brother, who had received his First Holy Communion a year before. I remem- ber when I approached the altar how beautiful it was, lit up as a rainbow, as the sun's projected light formed a spectrum on the marble edifice. This I believe was one of the happiest experiences of my childhood. Mine Was A Happy Childhood is no exaggerated term. It was just such few little things as these that brought me such a IIHappy Childhood . The simple little things that my brothers, sis ters, and parents did in such a true Christian loving way. If I should start now and praise God f01 the rest of Eternity I could not repay Him for having been born into such a fine family and for the happiness which He has showered on me during my Childhood. DAVID RUSSELL A $ENIIDIR 19000le BABE? This is IVIarch, 1949. In three months I will graduate and say goodbye to all the happy mem- ories of High School. I am leaving, for good, the familiar building in which I obtained what little knowledge I may possess. No doubt, graduation day will be a happy one, yet there may perhaps be quite a few tears shed as the Class of I49II looks back on its High School Days. In September, 1945, I entered St. Peters High as a Freshman. I can remember Initiation Day, when we all came through the streets wearing our ridiculous costumes and fearing for our very lives. We Were frightened, but we loved Initiaiton Day just the same. I can remember the thrill of learn- ing Latin, Algebra, and all the new High School subjects. In September, 1946, I came back, though perhaps unwillingly from the summer freedom, to be- gin my Sophomore year in St. Peters. Mother St. James had taken Mother Helen,s place, Sister Francis Denise had replaced Sister Frederica and Sister Anne Margaret had come to teach business. Everything was indicatEVe of happiness during;Y the second year. I was truly in High School now, VFW r having successfully survived the preceding year. In September, 1947 I came back a little more willingly for at long last I was an upper Class- man, a Junior. For the second time, Sister Agnes was our homeroom teacher. Into the hearts of the students. came Sister NIarie who was to remain in Saratoga only long enough to push me through History. What an exciting year, with Class Day at Newman's and the Pmm taking the spotlight in the vision of my memories. Many little things, seemingly unimportant, for some reason stand out clearly in my mind. I will always remember the picnics, both with the whole High School at Lake George, or just with the gang at the Geysers; the time that we beat Saratoga High at basketball; the day we gave Sister Agnes a surprise party for the Birthday of the Sisters of Saint Joseph; the retreats; the choir rehearsals With Sister Florine; the C.Y.O. meetings; and all the dances and parties. Up until now I have said nothing of my Senior year at St. Peters. Once again, in September, 194-8, we were to have Sister Agnes. Sister Fidelis bid goodbye to St. Peters, and Sister Gerarda Joseph stepped in to teach the Seniors for three periods a day. Poor Sister Gerarda, but she seems jolly in spite of her heavy cross. Sister Frances Regis has taken over the toilsome task of teaching History and English. Will any of us ever forget the plans for the Erst yearbook, the day our class rings came, the Christmas party and the Saint Patriekls Day festivities? Now I have covered all of the four years at St. Peters, High, but as I write I keep remembering things that I should recall, like Mother Helen,s Jubilee, and the Marian Days at St. Clementsy re- citing Hhie, haec, hoe , before we took our seats in Latin I, or the plays and assemblies in school. With the glisten of a tear, and a prayer that incoming years the Seniors will have memories as happy as mine on which to look back, I will close the book of my High School Days at St. Peters,, for I am a Senior looking back, but now I must make use of the treasures stored up during the past four years and move forward into the future. KATHRYN WITKOP GrHJIE; WDJRHD8 m Mime; In the short time that Our Divine Blaster spent preaching His gospel, He made many memor- able sermons. Among the most beautiful, and, in my opinion, most important, was The Sermon On The Mount. This IWagnificent sermon was given, by Christ, to thousands of people who had followed Him from the city. When at last He stopped to rest, Jesus stood a moment to let His eyes roam over the beauty of the countryside. Indeed it seemed as though the flowers had donned new, crisp bonnets, to welcome the Saviour. The Lake of Tiberias seemed to reflect a blue as indescribable as the blue of Our Ladyls mantle. The fields and graSses and fruit trees stood gowned in their best refinement as Jesus Christ humbly thanked His Almighty Father for this supreme display of splen- dor. He then turned to His people to preach the word of God. Truly it was only a Divine Christ that could have spoken of those things on which the people needed explanation and counsel. He told of Gods goodness and perfection after which the soul should pattern itself. He arrested their minds with the knowledge that He had come only to do good, to teach them love of their neighbors, to teach them their civil duties and to teach them the ways of God. Christ told them of His rewards but also of His punishments. He proclaimed life everlasting for all souls, but He told them this life could be hell as well as heaven. Christ blessed the poor, as well as the rich; He took pity on the weak and sick. He set an example for all His followers and these examples were to he a guidance to them until the end of the world. This sermon, itself, is a proof of the superiority of God. In it God has spoken His word pro and con on the way of life for all His people. Even inall His sermons Christ had the foresight to answer questions that would arise in the minds of our modern citizens. Divorce, charity, revenge and many more problems that have played such an important part in manls life, can be answered in this sermon spoken by Godls Son that day in Palestine. - Centuries ago these words were spoken and yet they are the answers to today's questions and the requirements we need to gain everlasting happiness. 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IPhone 1946 YOUNG SARATOGIAN CLOTHES FOR THE CLOTHES CONSCIENCE' 398 Broadway Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Compliments of THE GOWN SHOP Phone 1099-J 370 Broadway SaratogavSprings, N. Y. Best Wishes to St. Peter's Class of 49 J. M. SKIF F Compliments of THE HILL GROCERY 21 Jumel Place Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Compliments of WILLIAM j. BURKE 6c SONS SARATOGA CANDY KITCHEN LUNCHES, CANDY and HOME MADE ICE CREAM 112 ? Phone 1214-1VI 456 Broadway Saratoga Springs, N. Y. CARROLL, AMYOT 6c DOLING HELPRIN BROS. PHARMACY IRVING HELPRIN ' PERCY H ELPRIN Pharmacists Phone 398 480 Broadway Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Compliments of RIP VAN DAM HOTEL and SARATOGA INN Complimentsyof Bob, Jack and Joe Noonan WEST SIDE. BUILDING SUPPLY Saratogafs New Lumber Yard 135 WALNUT STREET Phone 268 EVERYTHING TO BUILD ANYTHING Compliments of A1 Pappefs Cigar Store 24 CAROLINE STREET Compliments of D. A. MANSFIELD Compliments of Mac Finn Drug Co., Inc. PHONE 125 396 Broadway Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Phone 121 FREEMAN 8c SHEA CO. PLUIV'IBING - HEATING VENTILATING Williams Oil-O-Matic Oil Burners 61-63 Lawrence St. Compliments of WELLS PHARMACY E. C. PROPER J. M. MCCARTY Saratoga Springs, N. Y. IVHEN LOW IN SPIRIT CALL 455 THE ARCADE, LIQUOR STORE 376 Broadway Saratoga Springs, N. Y. INSURANCE SERVICE Van Voast 8: Leonard AGENCY Phones 546 - 547 360 Broadway Saratoga Springs, N. Y. AUTOMOTIVE SPECIALISTS ROLLINS QARAGE AUTO ELECTRIC SERVICE West Harrison Street Phone 2240 Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Complimentx of F ARMERS HARDWARE COMPANY, Inc. BUSSING F UNERAL HOME 492-494 BROADWAY BEST WISHES T0 Compliments of THE SENIORS ECONOMY STORE E. D. STARBUCK 514- Broadway Saratoga Springs, N. Y. Compliments of BOBBY KIRKER . Compliments of POLICE BENEVOLENT ASSOCIATION Compliments of L. B. K. LINES, Inc. BUSSES FOR CHARTER Compliments of N ORTHERN DISTRIBUTING COMPANY CONGRATULATIONS CLASS OF 49 Benjamin Goldsmith Benny's Motor Salas KAISER - FRAZER Sales Service Benny s Super Service TYDOL - VEEDOL Compliments of THE N EW WORDEN HOTEL INDEPENDENT COAL CO. Let Us Take Care of Your Heating Needs Now NIAGARA-HUDSON COKE MULTI-FILTERED FUEL 01L D. s; H. ANTHRACITE Automatic Heating Equipment PHONE 588 W. J. REARDON, Mgr. Compliments of DELL STUDIOS INDIVIDUAL PORTRAITS FAMILY GROUPS - WEDDINGS CANDID WEDDINGS OUR SPECIALTY Developing and Printing Service Phone 177l-M ' 516 Broadway