We have in the archives any
number of treasures. One that surfaced
recently was the Mary Martha Adick collection that a thoughtful relative gave
us. In the container are photos and
other memorabilia, but what really catches the imagination is a poem. While the author is unknown, it may have been
a very clever member of the class of 1928 (or was it by their very talented
principal, Sr. M. Agnetis?).
And here it is:
Dear Old Notre Dame
I
want to wake up in the morning,
God down old Fifth St. in the morning,
And
hear my classmates say good-morning,
At dear old Notre Dame.
I
want to make some paper roses,
To watch Miss Whitney strike new poses,
And
see Anne Campbell touch her toes-es,
At dear old Notre Dame.
Got
to thinking of history,
And of Chemistry too,
They
were always a mystery,
So was Cicero and O(h),
I
want to ramble down thru the hallways,
To meet my teachers in the hallways,
Their
smiling faces greet me always,
In dear old Notre Dame.
I
want to meet the N.D. scholars
To see our Hedges grab the dollars,
And
Babe and Jane forget their collars,
And Roselyn play the Jazz.
And
Margaret show her golden tresses,
And Catherine strut her pretty dresses,
And
Lou and Angela caresses
The fiddle and saxophone.
Got
to see Martha Adick,
Dot and Anna Mae Hayes,
Irene
Cahill and Thelma
With their taking ways and say,
I
want to learn when Alma rises
And Bunny carries off the prizes
And
Mary Deye the class surprises
At dear old Notre Dame
In
comparing the names of the graduates of the Scientific (ahem; i.e. high school)
class for 1928 with the names in the poem, one finds the names of all of the members of the class.
The
photo is also of the members. It is
interesting to recall what these young women were about to face in the country
in the not-too-distant future. But for
this pictured moment, life held sparkling promises and fond memories of “dear
old Notre Dame”.
