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

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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 $- $-

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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.

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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.