Villa Madonna Academy - Ros Maris Yearbook (Villa Hills, KY)

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rw' The Seniors in accordance with immemorial high school tradition indulge in SUPERLATIVES Most Obliging Most Cooperative Mary Angela Jacobs Rosemary Holman Happiest Kathleen Donahue Most Athletic Pauline Rice Most Versatile Louise Tewes World Hero MacArthur A Orchestra Tommy Dorsey Color Blue Branch 'of Serofce Army Actor Cary Grant Best Executive Mary Leah Nicholson Most Musical Patricia Steiber Best Singer Norma Muccino C leuerest Betty Ann Dressman and subscribe to the following PRIORITIES Movie Mrs. Miniver Sports for Boys Football Sports for Girls Hockey Song ' As Time Goes By Actress Bette Davis Page eighteen Most Amiable Sara Silva Most Artistic Paulina Glenn Wittiest Dorothy Muething Friendliest Mary Berger Boys' School Xavier Magazine AMERICAN Comic Strip Draftie or Blondie Columnist Walter Winchell News Commentator e Lowell Thomas

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Just imagine a young girl full of pep and vitality, sitting behind the wheel of her car. She is laughing, probably at the latest joke she has just heard, but her eyes have not left the ribbon of road before her. I-Ier blond hair is blowing with the breeze from the open window. No camera can catch that bright sparkle in her blue eyes or those dimples that magically pop out each time she smiles. Can you see her? If so, you have a mental picture of Dottie. MARY JANE POPKEN, '44 Instead of being huddled around the victrola, a number of blue-uniformed girls were standing about the piano, eagerly listening to popular music played by some unidentified artist. Inquiringly I peered through a little crack, and saw the pianist's face. It was a Senior humbly playing for the entertainment of her underclassmen. Her face was all aglow with pleasure or heat, her lips moving gaily to the words of the tune, and her eyes taking in the notes, the piano keys. and the girls on either side of her, - all at the same time. Black hair twisted and turned on her white collar with every turn she made of her head to keep in time with the music. Slim, white iingers flew up and down the keyboard, at times doubtfully, at times firmly. Pat it was, the girl who plays the accordion at home, but the piano at school. ROSE MARIE QUAING' '45 . . s . . s Louise is always busy doing one thing or another. It is hard to tell where you could find her. You may look through the keyhole of the sewing room door, but then she might be in the English room. If these places do not give you satisfaction, I should then advise you to look on the hockey field, or on the basket-ball court. Probably you are still looking for a Senior who is very hard to find. As a last chance, I think I hear her amongst that group of younger girls, who, as well as the Seniors, number her among their friends. ROSE MARIE HURLEY, '44 S64 Question Senior privileges are vague things. I used to think that there were many. Now that a senior I've become, I often ask if there are any. DOROTHY MUETHING, '43 Page seventeen 'weft , . 155 il . 1 -J i - -, J? f .gc if f, .'-,- -2 i

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You Who Have - Apologies to Robert Burns You, who have been filled with dread, You who've wished that you were dead, You're the one whose weary head Needs a little rest. Now forget what's gone before. Don't, I pray you, worry more. Forget about what's still in store, That's the way that's best. Maybe it seems you are accursed, Maybe your head is about to burst- But you're surely not the first, Nor will you be the last. Confess you've been in tighter jams, Don't jump each time the front door slams. It's only five or six exams. I'll bet you even passed! ! l BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43 In Retreat Lord, my thoughts all fly to Thee, In these days of reverie. In my heart visit me. My companion be. Be Thy whisper e'er so fleet Each suggestion my mind will greet. Start toward light my uncertain feet. I ask on bended knee. DoRo'rHY MUETHING, '43 Dear God Dear God, in a world that's torn with war, Let me think of the coming years When the cannon has ceased its roar And the nations dry their tears. Give me strength to wait release. Let me live as one should live, Serving ever the God of Peace. NORMA MUCCINO, '43 Before Assembly Some people think it very childish For me, a Senior, not to relish The idea of reciting upon the stage. They've told me o'er and o'er to be Composed and calm, and never see The audience, but to gaze above their heads. And yet my knees go all a tremble 'Way before the time to assemble On Blue Mondays at one hour past noon. My heart pounds doubly loud in my ears. My breath comes in gasps, and adds to my fears Among my classmates, I know I'll be the dunce. I wish I were home, oh, Oh, just this once! PAULINA GLENN. '43 A Forecast O that this horrible war were over at last, That we had heard the last cannon blast, That our heavy hearts were again serene, And that we could realize our dream, The dream of a new and better world, Where each country's flag shall wave unfurled And the people be free as the winds of the sea, Free as Americans. God grant this may be. SARA SILVA, '43 Page nineteen