Villa Maria Academy - Trumpet Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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The Seniors' Farewell 050 Good-bye, little Freshies, we once were like you, Meek as the violets, studious too. Good-bye, sister Sophomores, you'll be here some day Good-bye to the Juniors, you now can hold sway. , Good-bye to the dreams, the hopes and the fears Good-bye to the joys, good-bye to the tears. Sweet, although bitter, joyous, though sad, Just memories now, are all that are had. You're memories now. Theylve sounded your knell. Good-bye, goodluck! 'Tis the Senior's Farewell. E. M., '31. fi -1 2 iff'

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What does this next star represent which is almost blinding us, moving at such a fleeting speed? Why if it isn't a dashing yellow roadster-behind the Wheel Mary Enright is seated, neatly attired in a sports suit, and beside her on the seat is her golf bag, filled with golf clubs. As ever Mary is off in search of her usual round of pleasure. Reverting our gaze to a higher height we behold the cheerful and humor- ous smile of Elaine Gallagher, busily engaged in her household duties. At school, her pals were always telling of her fine cooking. Still higher We meet the glance of Virginia Doerrler, who is at last happily wedded and keeping house. The stars are beginning to fade from our veiw, but yet let us stay and find out the secret h.idden behind the bright lights of the few remaining onesg over there is Marie Szczepanski. She is holding her audience in admiration and awe as they listen to her sweet voice. The stage curtain falls and loud applause ensues. A large sign Journalism reveals the fact that another of our classmates, Thecla Heinlein, ha.s climbed the ladder of fame also. Then behind convent walls we perceived the countenance of Theresa La- price, delved deep in prayer for departed souls. Last but not least appears the sweet face of our dear little Margaret Per- otta. She is wearing the garb of a St, Joseph nun, and has become the Directoress of our old Villa. She is honored and revered by all who know her. Finally all the stars extinguish their bright orbs of light, as the blush of the coming dawn is beginning to redden the heavens in their stead. Our star gazing is at an end. As you may easily perceive, we-Helen Spiesman and Grace Kaiser --have cast our lots in the fields of profession together as star gazers. H. M. S. and Gr. M. K., '31, 441

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