St Vincent Academy - Vincentian Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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v 1 N c E N T 1 A N FRE SHMAN CLASS HISTORY Three cheers for our dear Alma Mater! Three cheers for the gold and the blue! 'Twas the creed of the students before you. It is also expected of you. This indeed is the creed of the seventy humble UQ freshmen who, in September, joined the ranks of the Vincentians and who, during the first few weeks of school, were not only green but also blue. Yes, I mean blue. For is it not true that, onthe first days of school, we newcomers pushed our way past the many groups of girls who seemed so happy and contented while we, poor greenies, both felt and loolked miserable. Indeed the newcomer, who had anyone with whom to talk, was fortunate, as in the true greenhorn fashion, we looked about for a glimpse of a face that seemed familiar. Did we succeed in finding one? Ah yes-We found not only one but dozens. . Then came the much dreaded Freshman-Senior Week . We cer- tainly were frightened since everyone we met seemed to comfort us with the warning: Steer clear of the seniors. We tried but of course failed, for many of us were fascinated by the seniors' alluring Ways. Just how We felt one can never imagine. At first we were very ill-at-ease, but on the second and third days our sun began to shine. The genial ways of those of other days dispelled our gloom. By the end of the Week we were at home at the Academy, but alas, 'twas too late and the week passed by. Because of the enjoyable time had by all, it is only proper, that I take this opportunity to speak in behalf of the freshman class, and thank the kind seniors, through Whose efforts it was brought about, and to wish them success in whatever state in life they may choose. As weeks rolled by we became accustomed to our routine and yearned for more excitement. At last it came in the form of basketball , that well liked sport. With a kind senior as coach the girls who were chosen went to work with new vim. My! Didn't we feel important when we attended those basketball games, especially when our class team played. Were we excited? We wore so much blue that, no doubt, as we walked along the streets, people wondered if the sun was shining blue or if they had suddenly become color blind. We were very expectant and it was a pity that we didn't win but sooner! or later we'll show the upper class- men how we can fight especially when it's in defense' of our class. Weeks have lengthened into months and months into a year. We freshmen are no longer feeling green or blue. Not we-no-those days are gone forever. We are no longer lonesome, for have we not become friendly with the upper classmen and have we not also received the friendship of the good Sisters of Charity? Yes, We are happy and con- tented, but why shouldn't We be? Next year we will not be the infants of the school. We shall be sophisticated sophomores . But no matter how long we are destined to live we shall always remember the experiences of our freshman year in high school and still de-arer to us will be the' reas- suring fact that our Alma Mater, St. Vincent Academy, is now and shall always be our greatest friend. -Helen Campbell. 89