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

Page 29 text:

I, Patricia Steiber, bequeath to Nancy O'Connell-my ardent love for playing the piano in the rec, or any other piano available--may her class- mates show their appreciation for her talent by refraining from running the phonograph while she plays: to Joan Martin-my claim to fame as an angel in the Christmas play-may she portray her part well and receive at least five lines to speak: to Mary Alice Shields-my undisputed title as goal-keeper on the hockey team, provided that she watch the ball more carefully than I, also my favorite chair by the radiator in Mary Jane's house, which I occupy every morning while waiting for the bus: to Rose Marie Hurley--those iifteen minutes I cherished at noon dancing in the rec, or walking in the spring through the park-may she enjoy them as I have, also my Secretaryship in Gamma Ray, provided she keep the minutes better than its former Secretary kept them: to Mary Jane Popken-my priority on the coke machine, and my position as assistant on the Mission Committee, provided she collect more pennies than I, and the hope that she be fortunate enough in securing a bed instead of a cot at the next retreat. I, Louise Tewes will to Ruth Wilde-a pleasant early morning conversa- tion concerning the weather and the Fahrenheit readings: to Patricia Rahe-the frontmost seat on the green bus, directly in front of the heater by which we gradually thaw out on cold mornings: to Alice Macke--the refreshing 8:15 A. M. stride from home to the bus stop: to Patricia Schilds-my L'Abbe Con- stantin-may she also keep the pages free from annotations, as I tried to do, but without success. ARTICLE VII-Signed and ratified on this eighth day of June, nineteen hundred and forty-three. f ' THE CLASS OF '43 Herewith Endeth Five Dynasties: Sara, the fourth of the line of Silva: M ary Angela, the third of the line of Jacobs: Dorothy, the third of the line of Muething: Betty Ann, the second of the line of Dressman: Louise, the second of the line of Tewes. Page twenty-live

Page 28 text:

I, Angela Jacobs, leave to Virginia Anne McCormack-my pink clover cologne to be used only in the Senior House: to Jean Berger-my ability to run into some one I know every time I leave school: to Helen Wagner-my duties as a stepladder, provided she will grow several inches before next year: to Jean Hammersmith--my athletic ability, hoping she will receive as much pleasure from it as I did. I, Norma Muccino, resign to Dolores Ballman-my front seat in the taxi going home on Fridays, provided that she alternates each week with some other girl: to Mary Dell Kammer--my beloved bathing suit, practically White from the usage of four years: to Ann Moser-mon petit calendrier, only on condition that she cross out each day until the last day of school: to Loretta Sullivan-my own private and cherished blue and white room in the Senior House when she becomes a Senior. I, Dorothy Muething, bequeath to Rosemarie Conway-my position as Prefect of the Sodality, provided that her fellow students approve, next year, my selection: to Rose Marie Quaing--my dilapidated red and black hat, just as it is, all tattered and worn, which has served me well for three years: to Margie Schneider-my blessing and prayer, that when she embarks upon the study of a new language, i. e., French, she will find pronunciations easier than I found them: to Rita Jegley-my ability to remain indifferent to the morning chatter about me on the bus, especially when there is something I must prepare for a morning class-this being true almost every morning: to Rosemary Kues- my big and baggy gym suit, which I inherited from my sister, who graduated a full ten years ago-may she always respect it as an heirloom: with it goes one ill-fitting gym skirt of a paler shade of green. I, Pauline Rice, impart to Helen Woods-my most ardent desire to wear my hair shoulder length and keep it in place instead of constantly in my eyes, my skill and enjoyment in driving a car up and down any long drive-way: to Jeanne Reese-my duty of collecting pennies-may she never have visions of pennies dancing through her head: to Rosemary Grote-my most cherished pastime, the long bus ride in the afternoon, provided she use the time to her ad- vantage and not idly talking to the rest of the students: to Joan Siemer-my seven study periods, provided she follow my example in employing well the golden hours. I, Sara Silva, leave to Jo Ann Price-my beloved bath robe which has served me faithfully for my nine years at the Villa: to Irene Bertke-my position as Chairman of Our Lady's Committee, provided she can improve on my persuasive talks for better attendance at Rosary: to LaVerne Krebs-my dear gym suit, hoping that it fits her better than it fit me: to Sheila Plun- kett-my oflice as Class Treasurer, and may she have better success in collecting dues than I had. Page twenty-four gg a

Page 30 text:

u A Voice of Experience Stepping out of the bus for the last time after ten years travel on it, a sad Senior recalls many scenes in which it figured, some serious and some amusing, and lives again the days gone by. There is the smile of the genial bus driver as he welcomed each student entering the bus. There are the various types of students. Some there were always studying, and wondering, Shall I know this by the time I arrive at school? Others there were with their jokes, a new one every day, or else with some event of the evening before that simply must be related. Almost every day there was some one running for the bus, a source of humor to the onlooker, but not so for the runner whose thoughts were as busy as her feet: Does the bus driver see me? Will he wait? Am I going to miss the bus? How shall I get to school? How vivid the scenes of the highway, the countryside, the farm lands! Winter and snow on the ground: the last day of school when all thing green were just shooting up with a promise of bountiful harvest: the Hrst day of the new term with fulfillment realized. The pictures recalled of the afternoon rides are quite different. There are no new jokesg no one is running for the bus: very seldom is there anyone, even the most studious, studying. Every one is talking-about the things that the day had brought forth, the interesting things, the humorous things, sometimes the sad things. But that was yesterday, yesteryear. Today is the last day for all that. Tomorrow is another story. ROSEMARY HOLMAN, '43 Farewell Remembrances last longer than present realities. This we know is true. but we have not yet begun to think of our days at the Villa as remembrances. That time, however, is drawing steadily closer, and we, the Seniors of '43, must pause and remember the many happy days which will soon be memories. We must remember our first shy, eager days as Freshmen: our trials and joys as grown-up Sophomores: the prom we planned as Juniors: and our iirst Senior privileges. We have accepted these things in our stride, but it is strange how we cherish them when they become intangibie memories. We have often heard it said that the way to love a thing is to realize it can be lost. How true that is! As we begin to grasp the full meaning of Farewell, we realize that memories as dear as these can never fade, that in days such as these, when tur- moil disrupts all else, our cherished memories of our days at the Villa will pro- vide for us a haven now and throughout the years. BETTY ANN DRESSMAN, '43 Page twenty-six