Those Were the Days My Friend
It began with Miss Smith's shrill whistle. "I have enough cheerleaders, I want players." By the time she finished with us she have that and more. There were 250 freshmen in the gym that day. Collectively, we were the class of '58, and long before the women's movement woke the psyche of the nation, there were islands, ironically manmade, where women made decisions and ran the show. Mercy High School, under the auspices of the Sister's of Mercy, was one of them. ...
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