St Vincent Academy - Vincentian Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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V I NQC E N T I A N The artistic Kolb twins brighten our days, Charming and lively, the fair Lynchie's ways. Ann McAndrew's unassuming, ever, Mary's keen-minded, and at math clever, Our Jane's a refreshing chum, delightful, Regina's both generous and rightful. Virginia's happy and truly fine, Of impatience our Mary gives no sign, We've Franny, her talents well-developed, Anita, in lovliness enveloped. And Norma, the quiet, whom we admire, And Millie, Whose strength seems never to tire. Geraldine's cheeks are aflame with scarlet, Miriam, for wit, oft finds a target. Queenly calm distinguishes our Marge Moss, Ann Mulhauser is never at a loss. K. Mulligan's a good sport and a real friend, Marie's soft voice and chuckle rare charm lend Catherine's company proves a pleasure, The good nature of Claire is without measure, Lena's placid and a willing worker, Margaret Noll appears never a shirker. Our Peggy, the ideal comrade you'll see, There's Marge O'Brien and her jollity. We've Dot O'Malley's rare blonde charms, And Eileen with sunny grin at alarms, Louise Orf's friendliness is fine and deep Margaret's manners, small courtesies, keep. Yolanda's bright-eyed, and friendly-hearted, Pat's self from lovableness can't be parted. The calm of Pat Queenan is something rare, Alice is merry and clever and fair, Mary Reilly's good nature proves a treat, Marion R.'s disposition is sweet, There's Margaret, capable and willing, To Nan Rodgers, life's a journey, thrilling, Mary Sexton's nature unparalleled, Skippy, a special place has always held, Simsie's unruffled, through stormy, long hours, Rosemary, comrade has hidden powers. Agnes' company brings us much cheer, Josephine the placid, is never drear. Doris' blonde sweetness proves appealing. Everything's fair, in Adelina's dealing, You'll find Teresa a chum, sincere, fine, Pleasantry and wit are in Marge's line, Elizabeth's calm appears, serene, restful, Kay Wormann's enjoyments always zestful. Now that the seniors have passed your Way Will you visit our land Commencement Day? -Winifred Esselborn 17

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V I N C E N T I A N SENIORS ON PARADE Will you visit the Land of Seniordom? We promise you a jolly time, if you'll come. The dwellers are Mary Atkinson, fair, And Authie the loved, sport beyond compare, Rose Baiocchi, courteous and petite, And Christella, dimpled and truly sweet. Bee, a friend rare, goes her happy, bright way Calm Anne Bolger is pleasant all the day. Cecilia, nonchalant, seems at ease, Katherine, to comradeship has the keys, Betty proves herself a foe to sadness, Agnes Bulger's broad smile mirrors gladness. Canniffy, the cheerful is ever bright, Eleanor Carton's calm, whate'er the Dlight. Mary Caufield's wit glistens, in gay charm, All fears does our neat Marian disarm. Among us we've Lorna, of sterling worth, And others-of varied types we've no dearth! There's Marie Coburn giving helpful aid, And our Phillie, the sympathetic maid. With Rose Corcoran of the winning smile, And Marie D. unruffled all the while. Rie Dalton's nature's untroubled, cheerful, Eleanor Del Monte's never fearful, Wyn treasures a store of radiant dreams, Mary Fahey offers the soundest schemes, Kay Feeney's willing, and courteous, fine, A business talent's in Genevieve's line. Sally's understanding, and a sweet friend, Marian's ways toward lovableness trend. Felsy's the owner of rare, queenly grace, Of awkwardness Mary reveals no trace. Grace's giggle ripples merry, often, Eleanor's gay smile each heart does soften. Antoinette's a comrade, staunch and eager, What Rose lacks, in girlish charm, is meager. A chum ever is Marcella, so true, Gene's sparkling eyes shine, wells of sunny blue. Nothing makes our Alice Healey gloomy, Marie's sense of humor's always roomy. There's Mildred, treasurer, popular, kind, Dot's of a Witty and generous mind. Quick in thought seems Judgie, active, splendid, Eleen's placidness, at no time's ended. Among us, Peggy, a girl of great poise, Ida Mary's path is minus all noise. 16

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5g3k6QSS2ZVINCENTIAN5S326QSS3Z CLASS HISTORY FRESHMEN Undoubtedly, a great day in the history of our lives had dawned when we, as verdant freshmen, humbly, and self consciously, trod for the first time the halls of Saint Vincent Academy. At times, we won- dered how the sun, the moon and the stars remained in their orbits, for on one hand, the mysterious functions of squares and roots made us panicky, and on the other hand, the sonorous dignity of Latin confused our tongues. But being a normal class of freshmen, we eventually adjusted ourselves to our environment, and so to high school routine. With our new surroundings, we gained new friends although a few have turned ofl' at different paths along our highway, and exist for us only in memory. For the most part, however, our friendships deepened amid the joys and sorrows of freshman days. How we stiffened with pride, and exulted in our victory, when first we defeated the sophomore basketball team! No wonder that we, now, heavy with dignity, and bored with honor, often gaze upon the heads of the freshmen, innocent as yet of all such laurels, and deep in our hearts wish we could recall, relive those past three years. SOPHOMORES So on another day, clothed in the languor of early fall, we came back, sophomores. We had found our own particular niche. At last we belonged. We now roamed the halls with an air befitting our new station, our eyes lingering on familiar things in 'a proprietary manner. We discovered that Algebra hadn't the slightest edge on Geometry, we greeted beaming parents and dubious friends with what, we fondly believed, were deftly-turned French salutations. Confidently, our team took the game away from the Froshg we remembered our first year-but we took it anyway. And, as now became us, we ventured a step or two into the social whirl in our reception to the seniors. Two years have passed but the memory tints of it are still vivid. Our vision too, widened as we discovered the heady magic of argu- mentation, of feeling the ground firmly beneath our feet, of the magic of words. And so the days slipped smoothly into the restful heat of another vacation. 18