Ursuline Academy - Servian Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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As we sit in the Serviam room reminiscing over the past year and rem- embering all the work that has been put forth in editing the 1962 Serviam, there comes to mind the name of those to whom we are indebted for their heartening encouragement and generous help and cooperation in putting this book together. First, we wish to thank Rev. Mother Teresita, O. S. U. , for her enlight- ening counsel. Then thanks go to Mother Columba, O. S. U. for moderating our publica- tion. But we offer special thanks to the Staff of the '62 Serviam who have all worked so hard and enthusiastically for the book. Last, but not least, goes a big thanks to Tipery Studio, Inc. for their patience and co-operation and also to many of our senior students for supply ing the pictures used in this book. Without the help of all these people, this publication would not have been possible. Your Editors, CAROLINE MOHR MICHE LE WEBRE 1962 Serviam Staff Joanne Bologna Marie Louise Henriques Millicent Bourg Eileen Hill Leslie Broussard Eugenie Luck Linda Calongne Judy McBride Francine Cicero Mary Grace Ridolfo Janice Donaldson Claire Roussel Antoinette Hagstette Margaret Tusa J acklyn Hager

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URSULINE RING DAY What a day it has been, what a rare mood I'm ing why, it's almost like being in love. These lyrics express in a better way than I could have done the almost inexpressible feeling of joy and triumph on one of the most momentous days of my life - my receiving of the Ursuline ring. It was a day long anticipated and now that it had come it seemed so very unreal. Nevertheless it was a long and well planned day for all of us seniors. To begin the day well we all attended 11:30 a. m. Mass, which opened with the procession of white-clad seniors and, following this, the blessing of the rings. We recessed after holy mass and rushed home to dress for the luncheon at the Royal Orleans. I say we rushed home. Actually, itwas a little more than that because we had to be in the East Salon of the Hotel for 1:30 p. m. Surprisingly enough all made it pretty well on schedule and Francine Cicero, our class president, gave a short welcome to all and prayed the blessing before dinner. I know that everyone enjoyed the luncheon and as this was the first Ring Day luncheon to which the seniors' Mothers had been invited, we all felt doubly glad to have them with us. At about 3:30 P. M. we returned home to pre- pare for the very epitome of the day's joys and successes-- the reception of the ring. We had to report to school at 6:30 P. M. for individual and group pictures on stage, and at 8:00 P. M. the big moment. arrived. After ad- vancing onto the state in our white gowns, the delivery of the speeches, and the singing of the Ave Maria, the Senior Skips of '62 received their Ursuline rings and became, as it were, formally engaged to their Alma Mater. What a moment! What a day to dispel all former troubles and worries! Indeed, it was like being in love - in love with Ursuline, her name, her ideals, her practices, her devotions, in short, all that she ever has and ever shall stand for. EMBARRASSING SITUATION Whenever I think of the most embarrassing sit- uation in my life I think of the day I smuggled an ice cream cone into detention hall. Nothing much out of the ordinary had happened that day except that the principal, was displeased at the eighth grade for talking after the second bell. So we got detention right after lunch. Meanwhile I had completely forgotten about detention and bought an ice cream cone. Of course I hadn't taken two bites when it was time to go up- stairs. I should have given it away, but my yen for sweets got the better of me. By the time we were in the classroom there was only a little more left. Of course, mother would catch me, and she told me quite emphatically to get ricifit I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I took the command lit- erally in another way. I simply placed it carefully in an up- right position in my desk. But I had forgotten on thing - heat. As I sat there, breathing easily again, one girl giggled and pointed to the steady drip, drip, drip of the ice cream from the base of the cone to the floor. It wasn't long before more than half the class found out, and were they ever having fun! I just sat there, hoping and praying that Mother wouldn't notice. But I knew it was too good to last. Mother asked what was going on and walked straight to the trouble spot. At her exclamation I just sat and tried to look casually up at her which probably made Mother think I was really crazy. But Mother always was a patient and under- standing nun, and so, still staring at either me or the ice cream cone in mute disbelief, she quietly commanded that I finish the thing before the ants could. I obeyed embarrassed to the core, while my friends C?J giggled, and Mother looked at me sympathetically. You may ask, did you enjoy that ice-cream cone? Of course not! How could I with about thirty- eight pairs of eyes upon me? But I learned one good lesson from that experience: Never bite off more than you can chew in less time than you think you have , . . . Kathleen Vath '62 ME MORY Rustling through amber leaves, Wandering beneath a misty sky, Gliding through a crisp, chilling wind, Memory lingers at each interval of my path. Searching, yet finding only memory, Reality has disappeared. Hkvkik He stole softly away in the silence of the ebony night, Leaving an icy loneliness In place of his once-felt warmth. Yes, he is gone, and with him my hope, my trust, my love. And all that remains is a chilled heart, Warmed only by the burning desire of memory. By Kathleen C. Taylor Diane DeGruy

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