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

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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. MARY JANE HICKEY

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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,

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