Academy of the Holy Angels - Angelus Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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SO WE PIPE OUR SCHOOL YEAR RECORD TO THE MERRY PIPES OE PAN: PIPE IT OVER Plains and prairies, pipe it over land AND SEA. pipe: IT TILL WE SING OUR SWAN Song on the shores oe Great To-BeDedication AS AN EXPRESSION OF OUR SINCERE APPRECIATION OF HER KINDLY INTER EST IN EACH AND ALL OE US. OF HER ANIMATED AND UNTIRING EFFORTS TO ADVANCE THE SPIRITUAL AND TEM PORAL PROGRESS OF OUR LOVED SCHOOL AND IN RECOGNITION OF HER GOLDEN YEARS OF DEVOTED SERVICE IN THE TRAINING OF YOUNG GIRLS. WE. THE Class of Thirty-three, do lovingly DEDICATE THIS SECOND VOLUME OF The Angelus to our revered and BELOVED PRINCIPAL. Mother Eugenia.  "Ye daughters oe Jerusalem, go forth and look upon your Queen: before her the stars of the morning raise a song OF PRAISE, THE SUN AND THE MOON STAND IN WONDERING AWE. AND ALL THE CHILDREN OF GOD EXULTINGLY REJOICE. ALLELUIA. Alleluia." —Psalm 8?.His Exceli ency. Archbishop John Gregory Murray Archbishop. Beloved, we salute you. Shepherd or our SOULS. WE CONFIDE IN YOU. OUR FATHER KIND. WE LOVE YOU. Christ-like in life and work, we venerate you. Our cooperation UNDAUNTED. WE PROMISE YOU. OUR LOYALTY UNCHANGED. WE PLEDGE YOU. AMEN. —Psai m of H.Southeast View How GRACEFULLY ON VERDANT PLAIN. UPREACHING TO THE ARCH O! BLUE. Like sentry at his vigil ikxst Stands Alma Mater, grand to view! I I1 Northeast View Majestic pile, with lofty brow. And walls with dignity enshrined. And spire that, sunlit, starlit lifts A Pharos to the weary mind. 19] 4Where Guests of Honor Meet Rich dignity and simple grace Adorn this little room. Where learned guests retire apace. Ere duties they resume. The young, the eld. the erudite Of all professions great: A noble group do we invite Our thirst for lore to sate. And each and all who kindly came Our courtly hall to grace. Have poured incense on learning's flame And fumed it round the place. —Ruth Lf.Tendre. 1 2A. I 10 iWhere We Meet Our Silent Friends It is the silent voice of book friends that calls us to the library. Mute, cultured friends, who have knowledge deep and great. From early childhood the lure of these noiseless comrades held our girlhood days enchanted for hours and hours of day and night. Our first childish fancy was attracted to fantastic fairy tales and wonder stories. Our schoolgirl fancy was enraptured by thrilling romance and fiction. Our more mature longings are for the highest type of literature in prose and verse. Books are our most entertaining, most trusted friends. With them we are awed by Milton s mighty Heavenly conflict, we are enthralled by Shakespeare's m3gic dramas as they are enacted before us. and we walk with Dante and Beatrice in "Vita Nuova." In our beautiful, growing library, we find all types of books that a girl may desire. We go forth from our dear school enriched and ennobled by our inspiring book associations, and with cherished memories of profitable hours spent in the quiet of the library. 1 11 1 —Dorothy Helm. 12A.Where Girls Meet Girls A place where every hallowed corner reeks With mem'ries quaint: where happy school girls oft Communed, or listened for enlightenment. As scholars famed, of God or fine arts spoke. The drama too. they viewed in pageant bright. Of youth and beauty. And how oft they thrilled. Themselves to find before the footlights gay. In classic music, or in drama great. And when in future years some hours we spend In peaceful reminiscence o'er our book. What joy to see ourselves and schoolday friends All wreathed in smiles, because our hearts were glad! And this dear place so cherished by us all. Will call up mem'ries sweet of bright school days. —Louise Reese. 12A. I 12 1Ode to The Seniors Well, there you are. my classmates fond and dear: I smile on you. yet try to hide a tear. That I was halted in the joyous race. And forced by fate, to slow my quickened pace. You are my dearest, sweetest schoolday friends: But now. I fear, your graduation ends That closer touch of friendship that was mine. When, side by side, we walked toward learning's shrine. And as you stand on brink of other life. I pray the future holds no pain nor strife. Goodbye! Farewell! since we are forced to part: One fond request I ask you from my heart— When thoughts of dear school days come to your mind. Remember one whom you have left behind. I 13 1 —Mary Storch, 12B.Father REARrx N gave us a beautifully illustrated lecture on his trip to the Holy Land. He pictured for us the old city of Jerusalem, its crooked, narrow streets, its cobblestone walks, and its massive picturesque gates. We followed on the screen, the Way of the Cross, and learned that almost all of these sacred places are in the possession of the Mohammedans. Father pictured the scenes so vividly that it seemed that we. too. had made the trip to the Holy Land. Father Cullen used for the keynote of his lecture, the words of David. King, poet and saint: "O Lord, teach me goodness, self-control, and wisdom. As he developed his theme, and applied it to our lives, we better realized the grandeur and beauty of our religion. He inspired us to make the soul, instead of the body, the master. He left us repeating in our hearts the prayer. "O Lord, teach me goodness, self-control, and wisdom.’ Father Gleason. Academy Chaplain, sang the high mass, and talked to us on January sixth, when we returned after Christmas. He told in a most interesting way. the beautiful story ever ancient, yet ever new. of our Redeemer’s birth. As we listened, we felt transported to Bethlehem. caught the smile of our Infant God. heard Angels sing, and glimpsed in the distance, the Wise Men. following the star. With them, we were inspired to offer the gold of love, the incense of prayer, and the myrrh of self-denial. Father Corrigan came while the Christmas Spirit was still with us. He developed the thought that Mass is simply Christmas. Mass is Christ's whole life, and gives us His birth. His life, the last supper. His death, and His Ascension into Heaven. The keynote of the whole Mass is found in the Oration, which changes with every Mass. Each one of these prayers is a perfect jewel, a perfect masterpiece. Father concluded by saying. "The loveliest thing that God has done for us is to have given us the Mass." I M IMonsignor MOYNIHAN was the speaker at our opening Mass on September twenty-ninth. He gave a very impressive talk on the angels as messengers from God to man. and as our guardians through life. He made us realize that we can never be lonely if we habituate ourselves to commune with our heavenly companion, and that if we keep our lives in close touch with him. he will guide us safely to our journey's end. and bring us to the place that God has prepared for us. FATHER James MOYNIHAN. in his lecture on poetry, spoke from the abundance of his heart, and gave us a most enjoyable hour. He stressed Catholic poetry, and quoted especially from Thompson and Patmore. He is himself so saturated, so imbued with the magic beauty of the Muse, that he set all the rhythmic chords of our souls vibrating. Some of the poetic gems he quoted will forever ring in our memories. Father Schmitz attended the Eucharistic Congress in Dublin, and brought us a most vivid and very splendid account of that wonderful event. He was deeply impressed by the manifestation of beautiful faith, devotion, and piety of the people of Ireland. Father assured us that, from a religious viewpoint, the Dublin Congress surpassed all others, and that Gilbert Keith Chesterton spoke for all who witnessed it when he said. "I thank God that He has been pleased to spare me for this glorious occasion." “God bless Ireland." Father GilUGAN favored us with two most interesting lectures. Character was the theme of the first, from which we learned that much of our character is formed by imitation, especially of those of our environment. He impressed on us that strong characters lead, while weak characters follow. Father’s second lecture was on Alexander Hamilton, in which we saw the real man as he was. the virtues and the faults of the great leader. 1 15 IB FATHER Boyle talked to us about the little Philomena. the sweet, beautiful girl saint of thirteen, who suffered so terribly, and so bravely, a triple martyrdom under the cruel persecutor. Diocletian. He pictured her in the dark, damp, dingy prison, with slimy creatures creeping all around: he told of the cruel scourgings and beatings ordered by Diocletian to force her to renounce her God. and consent to be his bride. But little Philomena braved it all. and received the double crown of virginity and martyrdom. Mr. Cecil Birder, our choral director, presented a song recital of songs from many lands, including "Care Selve." Hacndel: “Where E’er You Walk.” Haendel: “Sans O' Dee." Clay: “Molly Brannigan.” Old Irish: “She Rested by the Broken Brook.” Coleridge-Taylor. and “Hymn to the Night." Campbell-Pipton. He gave an interpretation of each number before he sang it. which added to the splendid program. Mrs. Birder was his accompanist. That hour of song was a most enjoyable one. Mr. Fenton Spence, head of the Department of Dramatic Art at St. Thomas College, assisted by Mr. Arthur Huth. vocal, and Dick Kenny, piano, both of St. Thomas, gave a very splendid, and most interesting program during Convocation hour. Mr. Spence read in part. “Of Thee I Sing." the musical comedy that was awarded the Pulitzer prize in 19 2. Mr. Huth. one of the most promising young tenors in St. Paul, sang the following group of beautiful songs: “Giammina-Mia.” Friml. “Serenade.” Toselli. “Garden of My Heart." Dorel. "Lady Moon." Edwards. “Little Road." composed by his accompanist. Dick Kenny. We all felt a just pride in the refined and cultured group of talented young men who came from St. Thomas College to entertain us that morning. I 16 1We left the auditorium saying that hour was the most enjoyable of the entire year, and hoping that the talented young men would come soon again. Mr. Kenny s "Little Road" is a little gem. and it was splendidly executed. We know that he has many other "Little Roads" awaiting development, and may they lead their young author along the way of happy success. Mrs. Janet C. Atkins, School of Dancing, brought two of her well-trained students to demonstrate for us. the correct method of ballroom dancing. She first gave a short talk, in which she emphasized the point that it is very incorrect and improper for a girl to lean on. or cling to her partner while dancing. She assured us that the boy has enough to do to carry himself, during a dance, and the extra weight should not be forced upon him. The students. Miss June Warren and Mr. Clayton Kendell. danced several fox-trots, waltzes and other steps with a grace and dignity which spoke for their training. Miss Frances Schaffer was the accompanist. Miss KlTTIE PRENDERGAST. Principal of the Adams School. St. Paul, brought us the interesting story of her trip through China and Japan. She told us of the many odd customs which seem amusing to us. On entering a church, every one removes his shoes, or wears some covering over them. Men and women are separated in church by wide aisles. Miss Prendergast showed us many beautiful souvenirs which she brought from China and Japan. —Mary Kay Reiter. .Miss Jrnal Mr . Dawson Miss Odiornc I 17 )Faculty MOTHER Eugenia. Principal. M. A.. University of Minnesota. SISTER Evangelista. M.A.. Catholic University of America. English-Religion. Year Book. SISTER Leo. Registered Nurse. University of Minnesota. Medical Social Science. University of New York. SISTER Claudia. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. English. SISTER CHARITAS. M.D.A., Chicago School of Expression. Dramatic Art. SISTER Pascal. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. Science-Mathematics. SISTER Ruth. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. English-Commcrce. SISTER Beata. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. English-Science. Graduate work at Chicago University. SISTER Corona. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. Intermediate Grades. SISTER Rose Aurelia, B.A.. College of St. Catherine. Registered M.A.. Columbia University. Art. SISTER Agnes Catherine. B.M.. Conservatory of Music. Chicago. Piano-Harmony. Registered M.M. SISTER Mary Honor. B.A.. University of Minnesota. English-Mathcmatics. SISTER Dolorosa. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. German-Religion. SISTER Cyril Clare. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. Latin Religion. SISTER Mary Ellen. B.A., College of St. Catherine. Principal of Grade School. Sister Laurent. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. History-Social Science. SISTER Marie Inez. Registered B.A.. College of St. Catherine. Primary Department. SISTER Alexine. Licentiate. University of Minnesota. Chorus. Miss WINIFRED JENAL. B.A.. College of St. Catherine. Frcnch-Spanish. Miss Odiorne. B.A., University of Minnesota. Physical Education. Mrs. LILLIAN Dawson. Diploma. Minneapolis School of Dressmaking. Home Economics. I 18 1Our Retreat Silence! Meditation! Prayer! What peace to leave the turmoil and the busy hum of school, to go aside and rest awhile, in answer to the Master s call. Reverend Father Lawrence Ryan, pastor of the Cathedral. St. Paul, was our retreat master, and conducted the exercises in a manner that found ready response. The great silence around these spacious halls, and the grave looks on school girl faces, proved that the students took the retreat seriously, and were gaining much spiritual profit therefrom. Every problem of girl life, present and to come, was touched upon by Father in a most interesting way. Being Holy Week, the Passion and its application to life was constantly stressed. Confidence in God. in our neighbor, and in ourselves was made significant. The habit of daily prayer, religious reading, frequent communion, and attendance at mass were emphasized as the most potent antidotes against the passions, and sinful habits. Our scholarly retreat master will long be remembered by the girls who made the first retreat at Holy Angels. —Mary Craig. I 2A. 1 19 lArtistic Beauty The subtle beauty of God's handiwork In wood from trees that He alone could make. Is blended here with arts of man that lurk In carvings rare, that admiration wake. The rays of light that filter through the crests Of primal rainbow colors, rich and deep. Caress the paneled walls that dark infests. And in rich colors gay their fibers steep. What light, what shade, what colors here combine To crystallize the beauty of this scene! And how it lifts our souls to things divine. And welcomes us with dignity serene. Our school dear is a masterpiece so rare. To see it is to breathe a thankful prayer. —Mary Storch. 12B. I 20 |Where We Meet a Friend O cheerful little room, with atmosphere Of peace and welcome ever hov'ring round. How oft we came our trivial doubts to clear. And in her words and smile, sweet comfort found. Sincere and kindly friend she was to all The members of our class, who hold her dear; Now through our lives, this picture will recall Our Principal, whose face is missing here. And as we go on life’s relentless quest. And rocks and shoals adown our pathway meet. We’ll find in her wise counsel, perfect rest And peace of mind, with resignation sweet. We pledge to her. we girls of Thirty-three. To God and school to ever loyal be. —Mary Craig. 12A.A Quiet Visit When day is spent, and all in slumber rest. I love to steal to Him. my Friend the best. The vigil flickering low in chapel dim Invites my heart to closer draw to Him. The solemn quiet hours my prayer enhance. As kneeling there. I feel His kindly glance. 'Tis then that He who is the Truth, the Light. Assists me in my gropings for the right. And so 1 steal to Him when shadows fall: To Him who is my God. my All in All! And as the ruby flame does upward dance. Sweet joy. sweet peace, sweet love my soul entrance. The time has slipped away, and I must go: But He has heard and blessed me there. 1 know. —Ruth LeTendre. 12A. I 22 lTo My Chapel Dear Chapel mine, from thee I part today. No longer may I daily come to pray Within these templed walls where silence reigns. This calm retreat which soothes my cares and pains. No longer here I raise my voice in praise To Him. who guided me along life’s ways. To Him. the Living Throne encompassed there. Where angels, nuns, and girls adore in prayer. And now. 1 kneel with heart and soul uplift. To thank Him for my faith, great, wondrous gift! And kneeling here, my girlish troubles cease. While all about. 1 feel a radiant peace. Alas! dear Chapel mine, it pains to part: Thy image I will carry in my heart. I 23 | —Mary Craig. 12A.I 24 |■'Saint Rose of Lima. First flower of holiness to blossom in America, grant us to so run in the odor of thy sweetness as to shed forth from our lives the sweet odor of Christ." —Oration. Mass of St. R xe. SENIORSThe Angelus Staff Mary Craig. Editor-in'Chief Madeline Henle. Assistant Editor-in-Chief Betty Jacobson. Assistant Editor-in-Chief Dorothy Helm. Assistant Editor-in-Chief Mary Storch. Poetry Editor Mary Kay Reiter. Editor of Lecture Course Ruth LeTendre. Make-Up Editor Rose Carroll. Make-up Editor Josephine Cassidy. Proof Reader IMOGENE Lang. Proof Reader Marcella Ruff, Art Editor Rhoda Jayne Campbell. Art Mary Catherine Gannon. Art Evelyn Murdock. Type Editor Louise Reese. Type Gertrude Schuster. Business Bernice Ellis. Business Ann Marie CLAREY. Business Betty McMahon. Business Genevieve Heinlein. General Assistant Under Classmen. Art Work Margaret Thielen. Charlotte Thielen Mary Ella Kelly. Betty Rockeford Virginia Baker. Ruth Johnson I 25 )p Rhodj Jane Campbell Charming Rose Carroll Sincere Josephine Cassidy Winsome s Anne Marie Clarey Buoyant Margaret Coursalle Jubilant Mary Craig Gracious I 26 | Mary Kay Foley Thoughtful Betty Fortwcngler Lovable Anna be lie Cronkhite Blithe Bernice Fllis Sophisticated Mary Dea Amiable Margaret Docrfler Docile I 27 1 Mary Green Blithesome Madeline Henlc Sweet Mary C Gannon Artistic Dorothy Helm Dignified Genevieve Heinlein Musical Dorothy Hibbard Genial I 29 | Ruth I.cTcndrc Scl f less Valdez Mulligan Congenial Evelyn Murdock Friendly Kathleen Murphy Confident Regina Parent Cordial Julia Peterson Jovial Evelyn Nicson Agreeable Thelma Ployart AttractiveFrom. Left-Right—B. Fortwenglcr, M. Hcnlc, J. Ca idy, M. Craig. B. Lord, M. Gannon. Second—B. McMahon. M. K. Foley, D. Hibbard. M. Doerfler, M. Green, M. Ruff. R. Campbell. Third—B. Roche, E. Murdock, K. Murphy. G. Heinlein, L. Reese, R. Carroll, G. Schuster. Fourth M. Storch, E. Nciscn. I. Lang, 11. Ellis, R. Parent. M. Coursallc, M. Dca, M. Reiter. Standing—J. Peterson, B. McCarthy, j. Raucn, D. Helm, T. Ployart, It. Jacobson, A. Cronkhite, A. Clatey. Maids of English Four Their Wanderings Virgil Accompanying With English Lute Prologue Of happy maids, companions dear. I sing. Who hither came with hopes and spirits high To make this school their Alma Mater dear. The morn was in the sky. The heavens smiled And blessed the day we came with joy sublime. Book One And soon with books and programs girt about. We forth to duty’s front with ardor sped. Intent on scaling Alpine heights of lore. And would you know how Fortune on us smiled. The primal year at this our school-home dear? Go read our famous Book of Thirty-Two. And note our wanderings through those spacious halls. Then rested we apace to strength renew. And vigor gain to scale more lofty heights. I 32 1SENIOR LITERARY GUILD l cft-Kisht D. Helm. It. Ellis K. I'arcnt, G. Schuller, M. Ruff. II. Jacolioon, M. Ilcnlr, M. (,'raig EPISODE ONE As Seniors grave within these templed halls. The envisioned goal now loomed in rainbow hues. And thrilled our inmost souls with yearnings deep The goal to reach. For conquer now we must. And shoals of English, rich with blessings great We set our hearts to win. To elegies. To sonnets, sagas, songs with Gray and Burns: With Wordsworth. Coleridge. Shelly. Byron. Keats. We sat and scanned with mental lyres atune. Until our souls with songs were saturate. EPISODE TWO To Hamlet now. and at the ghost we chilled At Elsinore. Bernardo and Marcellus Shivering near. "Tush, tush. 'Twill not appear.” O Hamlet, rare creation of the mind Of master great! You now we know and love. And pity that your "time was out of joint.” Ophelia sweet, we love and pity too. O cruel fate that sniffed the flickering flame Which lights the mind. Ophelia, frail, but true! I 33 )Khocln Jane Campbell Retina Parent Prc idcnt Vice President INTERLUDE O English Four, what pleasures you impart Were't not for bold, intruding Aptitudes Which we abhor. Just words, words, words! A thousand words, which make us “mad northwest." But let's forget, lest Virgil's lyre grow mute. EPISODE THREE But hark, on vesper air. in silver tones. The Angelus peals, and calls for simple songs To chime her bells through all the countryside. EPILOGUE Farewell, dear school, how sad the notes do ring! We leave with spirits high, with hearts aggrieved. As forth we go from Alma Mater dear. We pledge our love, our loyalty for aye To Him who dwells within these templed halls: To all our teachers dear, who gently turned Our youthful, docile minds to things of God. Farewell! Farewell! —Mary Craig. 12A. Hetty Hoc he Secretary Mary Craii? TreasurerKathleen Itinelc I-at in Dorothy Helm German Blanche T-ord Knglish I 35 ]Our Dreams of Afternoon O dearest Lord. I come to Thee To know what Thou wouldst have me be. That I may serve Thee glad and free. A soft, low whisper! Can it be Thy voice, kind Master, calling me The world to leave and follow Thee.' Row Carroll A voice Thou gavest me. tender, sweet. So I would sing adown life's street I o cheer the lonely whom I meet. Madeline Henlc Sweet music gives me greatest thrill. So I with harmony would fill The world, and all its discord kill. Hetty Fortwrnitlrr 1 long to be a teacher kind. That I may lead the youthful mind The truth to know, and heav'n to find. Bernice hi lb Mary Crain And I would deftly use my pen To comfort and enlighten men. And turn strayed souls to God again.My mother is a saint. I know. So in her pathway I shall go: Sweet mother mine. I love her so. Betty McMahon “Patty" Gill An artist true I plan to be To paint the sunset, sky and sea. And lift men's souls from earth to Thee. Marcella Ruff My dream is of dramatic art. In early years I made my start. On life's bright stage 1 11 play nty part. Ann Marie (Marry The world of commerce lays no claim To rank, renown, or magic fame: But there I II keep a spotless name. Jayne Raurn And I by bed of pain would stay To comfort those who. night and day. Must moan the painful hours away. Dear Lord. we. Class of Thirty-Three. Are ready, with a word from Thee. To serve where Thou wouldst have us be. I ui«e Ree eFront, Left Right— M. Hcnlc, M. Craig, R. Parent. It. lacobnon. Second—It. McCarthy, L. Reese, B. McMahon. M. K. Reiter, A. M. Clarey. Third—E. Murdock. D, Hibbard, It. Ellis, M. Doerfler. M. C. Gannon. Fourth J. Rauen. It. Fortwenglrr, M. K. Foley. J. Peterson. R. Campbell. Fifth E. Nrisen, M. Ruff. A. Cronkhite. American Government The students of American Government we. A score and six. as lively as can be. To you. dear friends, we make our pretty bow. For we are here to tell you all just how We studied laws and regulations great. That rule our nation, city, village, state. We. life of bill in congress dramatized. And thus the process fully realized. The code for cabinet duties we reviewed. And thus our veneration was renewed For members all. Their duties great Impressed us with their gravity of state. Our organized "Round Table Talks" were free Discussions of world-making history. A visit to our Capitol one day Informed us what our Legislators say When wrought with ire. And now let curtain fall. And fade we out. Adieu—Good will to all. —Betty Lou Jacobson. 12A.Firm Row—Left Rich!—I. Lang. R. Parml, M. K. Rdur, L. Kce c. Second—E. .Munlock, B. Jacobson, D. Helm, !). Hibbard. The Edisonlites Early in September, we. the members of the physics class, organized a club, the Edisonlites. with the study of all great physicists as our objective. Under the leadership of our science teacher, we feel that we have made rapid progress in the realm of science. No phase of physics was disregarded by us. Mechanics of liquids, and of solids, heat and its mysterious powers, that have so aided civilization, were carefully studied. We marveled at the spectrum of sunlight, and the vibrations of the piano. We entered the vast fields of magnetism and electricity, those vital forces upon which the modern world depends. We became acquainted with Volta. Ampere, and Ohm. how they discovered the basic principles of electricity, and how these are applied in many fields today. Through many interesting experiments, through extra research, and a debate with the chemistry students, we spent a happy year in science: and we feel that we have accomplished much. Occasional social hours broke the strain, and brought members closer together. —Dorothy Hhlm. I2A.Girlhood Dreams O lovely, youthful dreams of radiant hue. Sweet dreams that tinted are with gold and blue. Like spirit ships you come, then flit away! 0 would that not in vain. I bid you stay. When I am dreaming dreams, sweet one. of you. The dreams of hope that all my dreams come true. My spirit soars above all sordid fear: 1 feel, I know that you'll be ever dear. Sweet girlhood dreams, so lovely while you last! Who does not know the pain when you have passed? Yet better to have dreamed and felt the thrill. Than be a dreamless plodder down life's hill. For dreams weave holy tapestries of art. And twine them round the tendrils of the heart. —Mary Craig. 12A. Mary Craig Kdifor in Chief Wind It tosses little skiffs on woodland ponds: It sets dry leaves a-dancing all about. And bends the flowers’ heads in prayer devout. It starts the brooklets rippling from their bonds. And sends them singing to unseen beyonds. The tiny birds from homey nests it routs: It frisks the squirrels round like gipsy scouts. Until they spy some civet vagabonds. There's music in the wind's pathetic moan. A minor note that makes one feel alone In solemn thought. We pity all in pain. And mostly whom atoning fires retain. There's laughter too. and humor in wind pranks And for all these, we give the Father thanks. —Betty Jacobson. 1 2A.To My Mother O Mother mine, by God's election brought To teach and guide your children here on earth. No poet bard can sing your matchless worth. Nor tell the nameless blessings you have wrought Upon our lives. Your selfless yearnings sought But our abiding happiness since birth. Of watchful, prayerful love there was no dearth. We were your all. save God! yourself, but naught. As older now I've grown. I plainly see That you’ve a saintly martyr proved to be. And Mother, dear, the yearning in my heart Is just to be like you—to play the part Of hidden Christ-like servant, all unknown. Till face to face, we meet around His throne. —Bi.anchf Lord. I 2B. Little Sister A tiny bit of heaven on earth. I think: With angels from the sky her name 1 link. Her curly hair so soft, so bright, so red I gently brush, while tiny prayers are said. With sparkling eyes, like myriad dancing sprites She turns on me. then off to fairy flights. Till she returns, why do I miss her so? She is my little sister sweet, you know. So like my darling Mother, long ago. With all for friends, and never one for foe. Her laughter ringing sweet the whole day long. She makes our home a cheer, our life a song. As days and weeks and years go on. and on. She’ll always be my baby dear. Joanne. —Mary Storch. 1 2B. I -H IThe Maid of Morn O morning fair, sweet maid, we see you wake Refreshed by night's deep slumber, calm and still: Then pause a moment just below the hill To contemplate your trousseau. First you take A filmy strand of gold, of red. and flake It round your form. And while we breathless thrill. You splash in softer, silver tints, and slake Your hues in radiant splendor, day to make. And thus on life's bright morn we hesitate. And fail the lasting gifts to contemplate. We snatch the rainbow tints in changing sky. And miss the richer blessings passing by. For transient glory we ideals pawn. Then fade from wistful eyes, as docs the dawn. —Louise Reese. 12A. Our garden brings the sweetest scene of all. My mother who is all the world to me. Among the garden roses there I see. While on her silver locks the shadows fall. But hark! I seem to hear her gentle call Inviting me to keep her company Among the flowers. How sweet ’twould be To there remain, all other joys forestall. Her image sweet, etched deeply in my mind. Her angel face with truth and justice bright Reflecting inspiration, where I find The light to keep my girlhood path aright. Her starlike eyes portray a depth of soul That see beyond this life, the heavenly goal. —Mary Kay Foi.fy. 1 2A.Salutation O joyful Spring, your welcome hither calls. Your arctic robe of whiteness from above Has mingled with the elements. Now Love From sleep awakes your beauty, which forestalls The glory of the summer. As softly falls The gentle pattering rain on roofs above. The moon and stars peep through, and cooing dove In mournful minor notes, to nightbird calls. Your glad return our happiness retraces. As winter steals away with all its graces. The gentle breeze, the song of soaring larks Inspire to higher deeds. Your coming marks A jubilee of praise. You lift above. And tune our souls to sing a song of love. —Rose Carroll. 12A. When I Think When I but stop to think of simple things. 1 marvel at the joy their presence brings: The shimmering stillness of a summer noon. The soft and tender light of waning moon: The tiny stars that light up heaven’s blue. The flowing river, arc lights shining through: The shining lake reflecting stars at night. The birds that dart so graceful in their flight. And now 1 know I need not wander far For beauty. It is in the things that are: The simple little things around about. That lift our souls in thankfulness devout. God’s own creation now my guiding star. The Beauty Gates forever stand ajar. —Regina Parent. 12A. I 4 IMother Dear My mother is to me my all in all: An angel from the skies she seems to be. With love-light in her eyes so glad and free. A charming sweetness in her kindly call. Inspires to higher deeds both great and small. To me a glimpse of heaven it is to see Or feel her presence near me constantly. O mother dear, you are my all in all. My happiness will never be complete Till I am just as gentle, pure, and sweet. As selfless, tender, kind and good as she, My mother in her sweet humility. To mother dear. I sing my happy song. May angel choirs the melody prolong. —Madeline Henle. I 2A. Dawn The sun is peeping o'er the hills. The water rushes by the mills: The earth and sky are bathed in light: It is the passing of the night. The gloom is lifted from the world: Night's moon-lit. starry curtain's furled: The birds are chirping on the lawn: The night has fled—it is the dawn. —Madeline Henle. I2A. My Mother Had 1 a chance to choose my mother. It would be you. and not another. Of mothers dear, you are the best: I have no words to say the rest. —Kathleen Murphy. I2A. My Prayer Dearest Mary. Mother mine. See me kneeling at thy shrine: Hear my prayers. O Mother dear. Keep. O. keep me ever near. Hover near me day and night. Lead me on the path aright: Let me be forever thine Dearest Mary. Mother mine. —Madeline Henle. I2A I 44 IWhat a Poem Means to Me To me a poem brings the cheer Of altar lights aglow: Its filmy crystals sparkle clear As star dust in the snow. A lovely dream of violets. Of roses sweet and fair. That spin gay wordless triolets Upon the perfumed air. A poem is a strain from heav'n Of mystic angel birth. That comes from God. and goes to God. And leaves a trail on earth. —Mary Kay Reiter. 12A. Nocturn Hushed is the Angel us. T wilight is nigh: Song birds have gone to rest. Light fades from sky. Far o'er the ocean s space Veiled is the sun: Hushed is the Angelus. God s day is done. —Mary Kay Reiter. 12A. My Girl Friend When the golden sun is setting In a distance in the west I recall the happy memory of The friend I love the best. Her hair is very golden. Her eyes are sky-like blue: Her cheeks are like the roses. Her lips like morning dew. That she’s my sweetest girl friend I’m not afraid to say: Always sweet and willing To help in any way. I hope and pray that sometime. And not so very long. I may again be near her; Then life will be a song. —Valdez Mulligan. I 2A. My Visit When class is finished for the day. And tranquil silence reigns in hall. 1 love to softly steal away To visit Him. my All in All. In some dim spot I love to pray Because He seems much nearer there: My worries at His feet I lay: Why is it then. I feel no care? —Betty McMahon. 12A. I 45 i wllGirlhood Flowers The young and tender blades of green. The rounded petals' waxy sheen. Narcissus bright for girlish hair. The blossom sweet of truth so fair. The violet of vivid hue To match her eyes of blue. The meek may wear so charmingly. A sign of her humility. A regal queen, the lily stands. And from all taint the maiden bans; Angelic true, the girl should be Who wears this sign of purity. And velvet rose of crimson rare Close to her heart the maid may wear. For charity and pity, sweet; These make our maiden s robes complete. —Dorothy Helm. I2A. To a Rose Sweet rose, the fairest of all flowers. Thy perfume scents the air: Thou lurest to thy leafy bowers. The tired, the free from care. Thy lovely petals, crimson hue Like fairy mantles dyed. Arc emblems of a love most true. The bridegroom s for his bride. Thy dainty fragrance, wafted far On balmy breezes sweet. Like pale light of yon evening star. My weary spirits greet. How earnest thou to earth with all That loveliness complete? Perchance, didst from God's garden fall At touch of angels' feet. —Marcella Ruff. 12A.Our Senior Our Senior is a model girl With dignity and grace. Always neat in uniform. No rouge on lips or face. Demure and innocent, and yet As happy as can be: L.ife is joy. why should she fret. With heart so light and free? With courtesy and manners sweet. With thoughtfulness for all: The kind of girl you like to meet. And proud a friend to call. —Evelyn Nieson. 12A. Miss Graduate When we were young we learned to love And pray to those way up above. In later years we went to school. Where we were taught the Golden Rule. And now when years are ten and eight. We've earned the name. Miss Graduate. It all seems fine to hold this name. But we must think of our school's fame. So they will proudly say some day. That we are girls from A. H. A. We ll all look back to A. H. A.. And think of the sad. yet happy day : The day when each one said adieu To school-day friends, so kind and true. Where'er we go. whate'er we do. To A. H. A. we'll all be true. —Barbara McCarthy. 12A.Beauty Why must you haunt me. Beauty? I see you as the blind, gropingly. Yet ever. you. like Echo, elude me. When I find you. you vanish laughingly. Cannot some consecrated spirit capture The iridescent gleam of the rainbow. The twilight gloom, or the quiet rapture In faded eyes of an ancient love? Beauty. I cannot forget you. Because I found you in the most Surprising places. In the cool darkness of A cloudy night. In my mother's smile: In a hit of china: In a rhapsody of song. Now that I have found you. You cannot escape me. Because I find you everywhere. —Betty Roche. 12A. Dreams Just keep right on smiling. Then they'll all come true: Dreams are so like rainbows. Blended in sky blue. If sometimes they vanish. And life so empty seems. Shut your eyes and fancy A queen you are. in dreams. —Ann Marie Clarey. 12A. A Lawn Party Chinese lanterns on a string. Lightly dip and sway and swing: Softly shines their mellow light Through the calm midsummer night. AH bedecked with blossoms rare. Pictured mansions, gardens fair. Green and yellow dragons show Chinese lanterns, high and low. —Mary Catherine Gannon. 12A. To Alma Mater I know I never can repay For days I've spent at A. H. A. Glad days so swiftly rushing by. Soon they are gone —and so am I. The school so stately, lends to all Its guidance. And it seems to call Us back again, when we re away. A call of love-to A. H. A. —Ann Marie Clarey. 12A.My Wish I do not wish for worldly power. Nor gold, nor fame, nor gain: I only wish for loving friends Whose friendship will remain. A song to sing day after day. A smile to cheer when sad: A kindly word to pass along To make a lone heart glad. —Gertrude Schuster. 12A. Alma Mater APPROACH As quietly the dawn appears Its hidden beauty slowly is unveiled, And softly silhouetted In majestic splendor Against the changing sky. ENTRANCE Smiling Angels welcome all Who enter here. And shrine them in the hearts Of virgin friends Who will forever Clasp them to their souls With strands of love. PARTING And thus, soul-girt. We Godward wend our way Unto another grand Commencement Day. —Mary Craig. 12A. Fancy I'd love to sail on a rift of clouds To Jupiter and to Mars. For I'm told that there are many worlds On the many hundred stars. I'd sail away on my rift of clouds To these foreign worlds afar. And when I'd seen all there is to see. I'd come back, to my own dear star. To My Mother When evening comes, and shadows long Around my chamber fall. My thoughts incline to sing a song To the dearest one of all. To mother dear, who cherished me When a babe upon her knee, l ime changes all: but there's no other Can take the place of my dear Mother. I 49 | —Louise Reese. I 2A. —Genevieve Heinlein. 12A.Catherine Tekakwitha O Little Catherine, maiden fair. So strong in faith, so sweet in prayer. To you we come in joy and pain. Because we know in Heav’n you reign. Maid of the forest, faith-inspired. In saintly robes you're now attired: Fair Lily of the Mohawks, you For Christ, your Spouse, great suffering knew. Your altar was a woodland bower. Bedecked with many a sweet wild flower: But now around the heavenly throne You sing to Him who knows His own. —Mary Craig. 1 2A. —Mary Storch. 12B. Nature's Voice Close not your eyes to things that be. The flowers of earth, the gems of sea. Hedge not your ears to murmuring waves That homeward sing to mountain caves. Breathe while you can God's morning air. And answer with a silent prayer. Read nature's book in words of flame— "All glory, glory to His name!” —Marcella Ruff. 12A.Loneliness The wind moans softly o'er the moon lit hill. And eerie sounds coyote’s mournful wail: The swirling crystals every crevice fill. While silver moon, in misty rim. hangs pale. O’er endless prairie, robed in virgin snow. My eye can find no far-off ev’ning star To light the hidden path where I must go To loved ones, with the gate for me ajar. 0 guide me. Holy One. lest my feet stray: 1 fear and dread the chill gloom of the dark; One flash from home-lit fire. 1 humbly pray. And courage to ignore that mournful bark. And ever and anon I’ll chant my lay To Thee, that Thou didst light my lonely way. —Dorothy Helm. 12A. Rime When I try to write a poem 1 never know how to commence: Round my brain I start to roam For a word that rimes with sense. And then when I have found it. I paint a picture clear. And build my words around it. Then joy! a poem here. —Anabf.lle CRONKHITE. 1 2A.Valediction To the Class of Thirty-Three Adieu! dear girls, blest be the vistaed way That star-lit. looms this June day. all asmile. On your envisioned path. May naught beguile The lilied hopes that flood your hearts today. With rainbow promise for the things you pray. May no polluted breath of world defile The virgin gowns that deck you here the while. Symbolic of a virgin’s soul array. A candle in front windows shall remain At Alma Mater, for each girl so dear. When shadows fall, and life is touched with pain. Come home, dear girls; we re waiting for you here. Keep virgin clad, with vigil lamps atrim. Until, with arm bouquets, you come to Him. —S. E. M. Rhoda Jane Campbell. President Now ALL THE WORLD IS BEFORE YOU. And a dear school behind: I si II 54 |KK-ion Jc®.' CtetjSe « "Almighty and everlasting God, who dost choose the weak things of this world to overthrow the strong: grant, we beseech thee, that we who keep the festival of blessed Agnes, thy virgin-martyr, may profit by our having so mighty an advocate with thee." —Oration, Mn .« of Si. Ac»cn JUNIORS(Irace Harrington President Margaret Wilder Vice President Kathleen Binek Secretary Josephine Gannon Treasurer JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS [ 55 )Front. Left-Right—1. Lydon. M. Holmes. G. Harrington. V. Raker. Second K. Thro. G. Frey. A. Doerfler. F. Quint. J. DeVoy. Third—C. Kokcsh. K. Binck. M. Parker. E. McNulty. Lally. Fourth—C. Aschmann, R. Reichert. J. Gannon, M. Ryan, M. Wilder. Fifth- M. Botsford. E. Weller. M. f. Kenney. A. Lyons, I . C'oKhlan. Sixth—L. Basset. E. Gorham. R. Johnson, M. E. McCarthy. II. Garrity. Chanting With Chaucer It happened last September on a day. That thirty Junior maidens grave and gay. In classrooms met with hopes and courage great. Their junior English to initiate. At first we read, and that with bated breath. Of Beowulf, who monsters did to death: Then with Chaucer's merry company Old Canterbury went we out to see. Of Shakespeare's plays we read the very best. The Tempest and Macbeth with earnest zest. Then Pope and Milton met. At later date Attention centered on our class debate. Ballads, too. of sea. and love, and war. Of essays light, and stories short, a score. And now as our vacation days draw near. We feel we've spent a profitable year. —M Wilder, v. Baker, iia. 1 56 1From, Left-Right K. Thro, G. Frey, G. Harrington, K. Binck, V. Maker. Second- T. IMoyart, I. Lydon, A. I)orrfl«r. F. ytiint. I. L «-Voy. Third- C. Kokc»h, M. Holme-., M, Parker, J. Meek, A. M. Clarcy, Fourth—C. Asebmann. R. Reichert, M. Craig. M, Ryan. M. Wilder. Fifth—M. Moisford. M. Henlc, M. Docrflcr, M. C, Gannon. R. Carroll. Sixth—G. Schuxter. M. Court-alU-. E. Gorham. R. Johnson, M. E. McCarthy. Seventh—M. Storeh, L. Basset. K. Weller, J. Gannon, A. Lyons, P Coxhlan. The Song of The History Maids The tale of our brave fathers' fight Against the arms of main and might. We did not learn by dates exact. Nor useless drilling on some fact. But by pamphlets, talks and news. By projects and debates by twos. A southern mansion built in sand Showed us the life in that fair land. A cabin built of tiny logs. With tiny people and their dogs. Made clear the labor, pain and strife Of Pilgrim Fathers’ hardy life. A model of a school house old. The tale of early scholars told. Of Washington. Lincoln, and the rest. Debated we. to prove the best. With “Dixie and “The Gray and Blue." The time of war we lived anew. —Mary Storch. I2B. I 57 |A Rosebush in a Storm Dark, sullen, brooding clouds. Brilliant lightning flashes. Large, globular, crystal raindrops. Heavy thunder crashes. A rosebush on a deserted hill. Swept by a wind of fury: Rose leaves scattered to four winds. Scented petals in flurry. A sudden quiet, a velvet calm. And all is bright and clear; The little rosebush on the hill Has bowed its head and died in fear. —Agnes Doereler. 11 A. My Dreams The sound of wind 1 love to hear. Rustling through the trees: It fills my heart with wondering thoughts. Thoughts of distant seas— The seas of lands far. far away. Truly land of dreams. Land to which my mind does stray. That all my hope redeems. —Marguerite Ann Holmes. 11 A. Sport The sharp crack of a rifle. A rustle, and then—plump! An innocent little squirrel Lay writhing near that stump. O cruelest of hunters. What prompted that bloody deed? To silence his busy chatterings. Surely there was no need. —Kathleen Binek. 11 A. Lilies The lily’s fragrance Is wafted on the air. Like perfumed incense From above. Now it is vanished. That fragrance divine: For pure things exposed Fade soon. —Margaret Parker. 11 A. I 58 iMy Visit I go to see Him every day. My faith and love to show. Now can't you guess of whom I speak? I’m sure you all must know. I wear a veil upon my head. And as I enter, nod: Now do you know Who He might be? It is my Saviour. God. —Grach Harrington. 11 A. My Father He's tall, yet not too tall. With laughing eyes: He seems so near his hand 1 almost touch My father, he whom 1 have never seen! I feel his presence near. I know he guides me from on high. I live my life, yet It cannot be that we shall never meet. —Ruth Johnson. 11 A. My Mother Who is this being that's so loving? Who is this being that's so kind? Who is this being that's so darling And always has me in mind? There's no one half so sweet to me. There's no one half so dear. There's no one that could ever be Quite so near as Mother. —Elizabeth Weller. 11 A. I 59 iFront, |.rft Right I. Lang. ]. Campbell, V. Burns, K. Holme . Second- A. Moudry. D. Giroux. K. tlppingcr. M. Christian. R. Coleman. Third—L, Boeser, V. Agrcn, M. Hading. M. Hading. J. Briseno. Fourth—A. Phelps, M. A. Sbof tall, K. Brown. L. Maruska, D. Fi chbach. Fifth P. Williams, M. W. VanDynr, M. Shab-rl. II. Schuller, II. Boutin. Sixth A. Plouf, C. A. McCarthy. The Latin Maids Speak O classic ways that led thy many children To far off ventures, lead us also Along the pictured scenes of myths and legends. To where each proud and stalwart, ancient hero Met honor or disgrace. Show us where the haughty Tantalus was held; Where the fleet-foot, fair Atalanta met defeat: Where greedy Midas felt the Golden Touch. And now. O Appian Way. lead us to Rome. Where ideal family life began the spread of Roman power. Lead us to Gaul, from where Caesar went forth And conquered many worlds. Then Christ, the kind and gentle One. was born Upon this earth, and changed the mighty Pagan To pure and Christian man. and led the way To the paths of the Eternal City. Christian Rome. —Agnes Moudry. IOA. I 60 |Front, Left-Right—K. Jackson. J. l on. P. McMahon. S. Humphrey. A Owens. Second—M. Craig. G. Frey, M. Holmes. M. Henry, S. Rvan, G. Tully. Third—R. Campbell, M. Reiter, J. Devoy. J. MacDonald, I., Monschau. H. Welch. II. Haskell. Fourth B. Jacobson, V. Baker, A. Lyons. M. McCarthy. J. Osborne. M. J. Kenney. Fifth B. Ellis, M. Wilder, I- Reese, F. Uumt, R. Johnson. The French Maids Speak Mes aniies. wc bring to you The French class of our new academy. Who love this language old. but to us new. At first we read the story. "Sans Famille”: We followed little Remi day by day On journeys long, and through his sufferings. Until he reached success and happiness. On fundamental work we had much drill. And learned the proper use of qui and que. Then we launched our minds towards greater things. We studied dear old "L'Abbe Constantin." And traveled with him through his many ways. Besides the novels studied in the class. We others read to fill our leisure hours. And grasp the fuller meaning of our French. And now our happy year of French has gone. And to you all we say our "Au Revoir." —Betty Lou Jacobson. 12A. I 61 |Front. Left-Right XI. Vicrling. It. Ila kell, C. Hartwich. D. Murray, C. Baldwin. XI. McCabe. ). Ryan. Second II, XlcNicoll, A. Moudry, A. Kennedy, S. Leonard, V'. Nelson, M. C. Wilson, F. Schmitz. Third- XI. A. Wagner, It. Docrtler, M. Harrington, E. Adclntann, V. Lai . XI. Railing, L. Pfiefer. Fourth I). Truax, B. Fletcher, R. Coleman. I. Osbourne. L. Caron. XI. Clark, K. Bogart. Fifth -E. Whelan, C. Carlin, M. Mienes. II. Ryan, H. Micxner, XI. Kadiug. Not in picture I . Colburn, XI. Coursalle, E. Xlurdock. E. Paradis, F. Quint. General Science Club We named our Club "The Curieosities." in honor of Madame Curie, the discoverer of radium. We have gleaned much general science from our texts and the instructive lectures of our teacher. Many simple and difficult experiments have settled our doubts and vague ideas. We traveled far up into the heavens and met the most famous stars, dodging meteors as they crossed our path. We visited Pasteur, and studied all about his discovery of the germ. We had a bit of biology and some physiology included in our work. We looked into the workings of simple machinery, which helped to further civilization in the past century, and to present machinery, where electricity and magnetism are the powers that move these huge giants. Magnetism had a very great influence on the class, but we had to leave that branch of study, and go on to some more recent inventions. We are ever ready to learn about some new invention connected with this wonderful world of science. General Science is just a hint of the greater sciences, and many of us will pursue this course in search of more thorough knowledge of this complicated world of ours. I 62 1 —Evelyn Murdock. 12A.Front. Lcft-Riithl—C. Ruth, J. Grom, I). Carlin, L. Mon«chau. M. VanDynr, M. Bot»ford. Second—L. Barnard, A. Wale . C. O'Brien, I. llriMMio, V. Burns, J. Kyan, M. Mienc . Third- B. Brown. I). Giroux, I . William , V. Atrrm, M. Christian. L Boe»er. Fourth —Si. Green, J. Campbell, M. Shahel, M, I. Kenney, j. Devoy, (». Frey, I). Hibbard. Fifth -M. K. Foley, K. Murphy, M. Cour-nllc, O. IMnuf, M. Morion, M. C. Gannon. M. Ilayncy. Biology Our biology suite is a sanctum, artistic, serene and dignified. As the door opens, an atmosphere of life and interest is evident. We found our course in biology, interesting and helpful. In the fall quarter, we studied plants and weeds, and spent laboratory periods preparing the garden for the winter. We later studied physiology for some weeks, during which time we made profitable visits to the University and to the Settlement Houses. We made a detailed study of the frog and the crayfish. the goldfish, the snapping turtle and minnows. As spring opened, we planted our gardens on a unit scale, and we find great pleasure in watching the progress of each separate plot. And now we leave our bright sunny biology rooms, so much alive in its aquarium, so refreshing in its plants and vines, so interesting in its fossils and stuffed birds. We hope next year s classes will appreciate it as much as we did. 1 63 1 —Mary Kay Foley, 12A.I 64 I"O virgin Mary, rejoice: foe it is thou alone who hast destroyed all heresies. The words of Gabriel the archangel thou didst believe. Him who is both God and man, thou didst conceive: and after child-birth 3 pure virgin didst remain. O Mother of God intercede for us." SOPHOMORESFront, Left-Right- R. Coleman, ). Ryan. L. Maruska. M. Hading, M. Hading, M. A. Shofsiall. Second- H. Hontin, M. Thielcn, B. Rochcford, K. Holmes, V. Burns, 11. Schuster, 1 . Giroux. Third- M. Shahel, J. Campbell, F. Eppingcr, A. Moudry. M. Mayney, I . Williams, M. K. Van Dyne. Fourth—C. Thielcn, L. Bocser. D. Ftschbach, C. A. McCarty, J. Ryan, B. Brown, L. Monschau, V. Agren. Fifth—J. Grossc, L. Barnard. C. O'Brien, M. Morton, D. Carlin, A Wales. Standing—M. Christian, J. Briseno, E. Paradis, A. IMouf, O. Plouf. B. Christman, E. Plakcman. Not in picture- M. Enright, M. Clark, D. Davis, M. Kelly, M. Mienes, M. Oliver, A. Phelps, C. Rush. Song of English Two Longfellow Accompanying PROLOGUE Should you ask me. gentle readers. Readers of our Book so dear. How we toiled in Second English. How we worked throughout the year, I should answer. I should tell you. I should answer without guile. For I worked in Second English. Worked and loved to work, the while. SONG OF PRELUDE ’Twas the eighth day of September. And the morn was bright with sun. When we came with beaming faces. We. the Sophomores, fifty-one. And we hurried to the bookroom Texts and tablets to secure. Books we needed for our study That would make our passing sure. I 65 |Song of Work Best of all. "American Writers." With “Good Readings for High Schools." "Correct English." and some classics Were our special working tools. First we learned historic background Of our sturdy pioneers. How they toiled, and how they struggled: Of their hopes, and joys, and fears. Then when strife and war were ended. And again peace ruled the land. Came a host of writers splendid With the pen at their command. And we learned their lives and writings. Memorized the famous lines Of their poems most inviting. That we keep in memory shrines. Then we made a list of writers And the work that each had done. Wrote their lives and formed a booklet For our English Project One. Out of School hours we were busy Reading English Project Two. Till our little heads grew dizzy With the English that we knew. Essay, fiction, and short-story. In each quarter ten or more. Seemed to make us sages hoary With our wealth of English lore. When our quarter work was ended. And we craved a little rest. With our author zams were blended Dreadful "Ginsberg-Inglis Test." Oh! those Alpha. Beta. Gamma. We all greeted with a frown. For no matter how we'd study They would pull our markings down. 1 66 1Harriet Pnutin President Helen SehuMer Vice President Song of Arms Soon with “Lessons in Essentials" We were armed to face the fray. We were ready then for Gamma And of course we won the day. Then to tell our own life story. Illustrate, and write it down. Was our best and final project. For it won for us renown. EPILOGUE Now we spend some closing hours Of our busy English Two. Making rimes of birds and flowers. With The Angelus in view. And we walk with Calliope. And we pipe the pipes of Pan. And we ll make our names immortal In The Angelus. if we can. —Ei.oisn Paradis. I0A. Marian Morton Secretary I 67 1 Mary Shabrl TreasurerSittimc. I cft t« KikHi It. Brown, A. Moudry, C". A. McCarty. A. Plouf, !.. ISarnard. M. A. Shofutall, I.. ltoc»cr, N1. Christian. Standing. Left to Kisht— II. Iloutin, A. Wales M. Tliiclcn, E. J. lilakctnan, C. Thiden, M. Hayncy, C. Ru»h, O. I'louf. V. Agren, M. Clark. The Philomena Guild We arc the Philomena guild Who try to keep our days quite filled With work well done, with kindness true. To serve our God and neighbor, too. We read good books and make reports: We do kind deeds of many sorts: We check sharp gossip lest it spread And leave a reputation dead. Our sweet girl patron we revere. Our lovely Philomena. dear: We know she'll help us day by day. And watch us. lest from God we stray. —Virginia Agrf.n. IOA.Wonders Often, often. I have wondered When I was alone at night. Just who made the stars in heaven. Just who made the sun so bright. Just who made the wind and thunder. Just who made the lightning, too: Just who made the moon so beaming. Just who made the sky so blue. Then the answer came unto me. Just who made this world so grand. All this beauty great, and glory Is the touch of God's own hand. —Dorothy Carlin. 10A. Robin Redbreast Tell me why your breast is red: Is it from His bleeding Head? Did you try to pluck a thorn When he died mid mocking scorn? —Madonna Christian. 10A. Seasons Joys Everything is bright and fair: Buds and blossoms scent the air. Sun in blue skies up above All are gifts of God's dear love. —Lorraine Boeser. 10A. I 69 |Summer Idyl On a summer morn. Near the hills where I was born. I was wandering near a stream. Wandering there as in a dream. In the stillness there profound. Suddenly. 1 heard a sound— 'Twas a maiden, tall and dark. Singing like a meadowlark. Of a peaceful, beauteous vale. Of a land where, day or night. Sun or moon are ever bright; Where the flowers bloom more fair. For it's always summer there. As I listened to her singing. And its wrondrous story bringing. Startled, stood I by the stream. Tranced as in a mystic dream. And my heart was quickly beating. And my soul this prayer repeating. “Take. O take me. maiden fair, To that land so wondrous rare.” —Eloise Paradis. 10A. A Rainbow How my heart stands still in wonder At a rainbow after shower! With its peaceful promise speaking Of the Father's gentle power. Each soft color fading there Is found again in flowers rare. Blended by the Artist great. Duller scenes to compensate. O Rainbow, in the sky above. Lead me to the God of love. «r% After a Shower The rain had ceased: The changing skies Were turning blue With quick surprise. The birds came out Their songs to sing: Their voices chimed With everything. There is no joy With greater power To thrill than Sunshine after shower. —Margaret Mienes. 10A. The Forget-Me-Not Sweet blue flower, with yellow eyes. Kissed by sun in summer skies: Blossom fragile and petite. Ofttimes crushed by passing feet: In your blueness there is caught A smile of God. Forget-Me-Not. —Ei.oish Paradis. 10A. I 70 | —Eloise Paradis. 10A.Midnight Messengers The night is chill and clear; In the midnight sky of blue There shines a wondrous star. Whose light reached me and you. The shepherds angels led To where the Christ Child lay. In a stable lone and bleak In the manger on the hay. From the East there came three kings: Three great wise men they were: And the gifts they brought to the Babe Were gold, incense, and myrrh. The star and the angels came To announce with holy joy. The news of the heavenly birth Of Mary's wondrous Boy. —June Briseno. 10A. Spring Welcome Spring is here, sings the brook in its joy, Spring is here, shouts each girl and boy. And the soft south breeze takes up the refr jn As the rain beats time on the window parK Spring is here, whisper tulips gay: Spring is here and the month of May. And church bells chime from the steeples tall Inviting to prayer her children all. —June Briseno, ioa Girlhood Girlhood is life’s gladdest time. Everything seems to flow in rime: Schoolday tasks are full of cheer. God and angels seem so near. —Phyllis Williams. 10A. School Day English. Latin, science too. Fill the hours with much to do. Thus we struggle day by day. Keeping close to learning’s way. —Mary Kading. 10A.Wings Soft white clouds were drifting by Navy planes were flying high. Through the azure skies of blue. In formation, on they flew. Flying over land and sea. Close to heav n they seem to be. Like great birds with wings outspread. Gliding gently over head. Into clouds from skies so clear. One by one they disappear. Now my wish is that I may An aviator be some day. —Dorothy Carlin. 10A. The Joyful Season The tulips bloom The robins sing A merry tune. It is the spring. The grass is green. The skies are clear. The flowers are seen For spring is here. —Dorothy Carlin. 10A. Memories Where the reddest berries grow. Where the whitest lilies blow: Where the cool stream trickles by. And the lark soars to the sky. Squirrels running here and there. Bees a-buzzing everywhere. Soft while clouds a-drifting by. Through the bright and azure sky. Memories linger in my mind Of these days I left behind: Scenes of beauty do not fade. Everlasting they are made. —Dorothy Carlin. 10A. My Treasure My mother fair With golden hair And honest eyes of blue: With welcome smile. And love worth while I know you’d love her. too. —Dorothy Carlin. 10A. The Robin’s Call When the snow and ice have left the ground. And all the children to out-doors bound. The cheery robins seem to sing. “Come out. come out. tis spring, tis spring. ' —Eleanor Holmes, 10A.My Idol Two sparkling eyes Of rarest hue. That caught from skies Their heavenly blue. Two dimpled cheeks. With turned up nose Remind me of A budding rose. Two rosy lips Laugh all the while. Then blend into A dreamy smile. A tiny head Soft pillowed, deep Is resting now In peaceful sleep. This baby dear. Of whom I've told. Is my sweet sister. Four months old. —Agnes Moudry. I0A. Dawn The waning moon is a-shimmer. The stars no longer glimmer. The purple of the evening dies. Behold the golden sun arise! This is the coming of the dawn. The dewdrops sparkle on the lawn. The shades of night surrender. Aurora comes in all her splendor. Summer s Close The leaves have fallen from the trees. They rustle slightly in the breeze. The cattle in the meadow low. The corn is covered with the crow. The spades and hoes are put away. Not to be used for many a day: The pumpkin and the squash are stored. Oh. what a heap the farmers hoard! The farmer now from labor rests. The children are in school for tests: The robins from their nests have flown And through the trees the chill winds moan. —Virginia Agren. 10A. My Brother I tell him that he is a pest. For he won't give me any rest. He brings his friends into the house. And scares us with. "There goes a mouse!” He tracks the garden flowers down. And if we scold, he wears a frown: His room is always in a mess. His pants are always out of press. He wants the car to see a show. And then says. "Dad. I need some dough." He says I am a funny dame. But yet I love him just the same. —Virginia Agren. 10A. 17! I —Virginia Agren. 10A.Spring is Here As the days begin to lengthen And our sportive spirits strengthen. With a stimulating joy we are filled. And by every bird and blossom we are thrilled. Snow and ice have disappeared, To the country we are leered. Where the leaves are turning green. And the nesting birds are seen. All the children seem to shout. "Spring is here, come out. come out! Give your books a little rest. Come, enjoy the season best." —Mary Shabel. 10A. Our Busy Year In our sophomore English We enjoyed a busy time: We studied American authors. And memorized prose and rime. We read and wrote a lot of things. And then came Angelus time. When we did a lot of thinking To put our thoughts in rime. —Phyllis Williams, ioa. My Mother She was tall.—my mother Taller than most. Not a small woman Was my mother. In any way; And the gift of generosity Was in her hand As I remember her Her smile for me Was special Always. So were her eyes: They saw me as only she could. Now she is with God's mother. And they both watch my ways. I. too. must watch. —Marion Morton. 10A. Earth Awakes With icy bonds scarce broken. The ground still cold and dead. The crocus hears spring stirring. And lifts its tiny head. The robins hasten northward Their home-tree nests to find: We know that winter vanished. But their songs keep it in mind. And soon the twigs they gather. And trill from tree to tree. And soon shall all the countryside Blush green, and smile for me. —Betty Brown, 10A. Spring Romance A robin chirped from a branch in a tree. And as I looked up. he winked at me: And he seemed to say. in his chirping way. "Come, take a walk, tis a grand spring day." So we walked and walked till we came to a lane. And there sat listening to the rippling refrain Of the brook that ran over pebbles green. We both were charmed by the beauty scene. —Mary Ella Kelly. 10A. My Sister My little sister seemed to be An angel sent by God to me. She only stayed a little while. When God took her. and left her smile. —Marie Haynfy. 10A.A Brown Eyed Lass Bonny lass, with eyes of brown. Eyes so modestly cast down. Hair of red and dress of green. Jubilant, and yet serene. Will you tell me where you're bound. Where the lilacs can be found.' Whence at dawning, orioles bring Joyful news of coming spring? Or mayhap you're going far. Where the foreign peoples are! Tell me that I may go. too. Follow swiftly after you! —C. Anne McCarthy. 1OA. Blessing My little sister is a blessing: She has always kept me guessing. With her many questions clever. Of the One who reigns forever. She is always bright and cheery. Chases gloom when 1 am weary: And I know the angels kissed her. This, my darling little sister. —Madonna Christian. 10A. Wonderful World What a beautiful day. I said to myself. Full of God's glory, riches and wealth. The air so refreshing, the sky is so blue. And winter so quietly bidding adieu. A bright little robin sat on a tree. Trying his best to say something to me. “What a wonderful world." 1 hear him sing: What a wonderful world, especially in spring! —Helen Schuster. 10A We're the Class of Thirty- five We re the Class of Thirty-five, you see: We keep as busy as the bee. So hard we study morn and night. We sometimes go without a bite: And if we see we are behind. We eat our books up with our mind. We do it all with song. —Virginia Agren. 10A. Signs of Spring Signs of spring are April showers. Followed closely by May flowers. Then the song birds in the trees Blend their voices with the breeze Buds and blossoms everywhere. Lilacs fragrant, scent the air. Children s hearts are light and gay. When the spring has come to stay. —Ethel Jane Blakiiman. 10A.I 76 j"Blessed art thou, O Virgin Mary, by the Lord the most high God. above ail women upon the earth. Thou arc rhe glory or Jerusalem, thou art the joy of Israel, thou art the honour of our people. Alleluia. Alleluia. Thou art all fair, O Mary, and there is no stain of original sin in thee. Alleluia: ' JUNIOR HIGHThe junior High Maids Freshmen in Lead Here's to the good old Junior high. The pride of A. H. A.. Working cheerfully all the year. In perfect freshman way. Three cheers to all the freshmen They mind their p's and q's. And wear a broad smile all the day To scare away the blues. Ambition is the motive power That spurs us on to fame. Ambition for our dear old school. Her honor and her name. And all these little freshmen Are as sweet as they can be. And when you ask which girls arc best The freshmen all say. "We.” —Marguerite Craven, 9A.Front, l. lt KirIh A. Kennedy. G. Baldwin, K. Gkiiwn, J. Ryan, B. Haskell, D. Murray. Second V. NcImiii. V. Lai . M. Mct' l e. II. Manning, E. Adclmann, M. C. Hartwich. Third—J. MacDonald. M. C. Wilaon. P. Nolan. H. Welch. II. D-cifler. K Jack.on. Fourth—M. Kuth, M. Boeder, S. Humphrey. B. Perkin?.. M. Gorham, M. Lynch. Fifth B. Fletcher, M. Heney, L. Schaak. I . McMahon, J. Edwards, J. )|»cn. Junior Mathematics You sec in this picture a group of girls who have almost completed their course in junior mathematics. In the beginning of the term we were rather overawed by the big word, mathematics ’; but our awe changed to enthusiasm. In a few short months we were able to construct artistic designs with the aid of our mathematical tools the compass and the protractor. We also learned factoring and equations, and the rules by which we were able to perform the required steps to solve difficult problems. When we will have completed our term in mathematics, we shall lay aside our books with many sighs of regret, wishing that we might be able to take the course over. —Mar in Gorham. 9 AENGLISH I Flint Row I)ori« Murray, Marion McCabe. France C. Scbmitx. Geraldine Italdwin, Jeanne Mar Donald, Kilri'n (ilraion. Second- Virginia Nebon, Marjorie Vierlint, Mary ilarrinitton, Beverly llaikell, Mary Catherine WiUon, Irene Molyncaux, Grace Tally, Helen Manning. Third Agnes Kennedy. Bertha Duerfler, Margaret Boeder. Patricia McMahon. Catherine llartwicli. Helen Ryan. Helen McNtcoll. Fourth—Jane Olaen, Eileen Whelan, Marie Schanen, Shirley lluni| hrey. Echo Bogart, Betty Perkin , Suzanne Ryan, Betty Fletcher, Mary Kuth. Fifth Jean Edward . Mary Lynch, Patricia Nolan, l rraitte Schaak, Hope Welch, Dorothy Bot ford, Lorraine Pfeifer, Helen Mrixncr, Elizabeth Adclmann. Sixth Helen Tippel, Marie Gorham, Teresa Clark, Kathleen Jack on, Aileen Owens, Virginia Quint, Dorothy Truax, Margaret llency. My Girl I know a girl so neat and trim. She'd satisfy your every whim. This sort of girl appeals to me. Her character is plain to see. Her snapping eyes are very bright. Her face reveals her thoughts are right. She has a conscience, pure and clean. On God and heaven does she lean. Before she goes to sleep at night She asks our Lord to keep her right. And guard her while she sleeps away. Until there dawns another day. —Geraldine Baldwin. 9A. I 79 iOn The Beach I sit on the warm brown sands of the beach And play with the rounded pebbles so white. Moulded by the ever rocking sea. Each Stone brings to my mind a long ago sight. The white caps roll in from the sea to me While on the bank dark green willow trees sway And bow in the breeze. On the waves I see A small boat, and as the waves with it play. It is tossed and blown far from its course. When the blood red sun sinks down in the sky The white gulls that dip and splash all day. fly To their nests for the night. I have no force Myself to go into the house and rest. As my eyelids droop I sec the moon's crest —MARGARF:T KUNDERT. 1 OB. A Desire I watched a girl one summer day. As to her garden she made her way. And as I saw her working there. 1 wished her sweetness. 1 could share. She still retained those trusting eyes. Those dimpled checks I once did prize: And girlish charms that round her twined Made her so charming, sweet and kind. —Bertha Doerfler. 9A I 80 |J i antic Wentworth Secretary Jeanne MacDonald Treasurer April All Around In a Grecian urn Of deep yellow pottery She places silvery-pink pussy willows: Then a coppery coral snapdragon Long and fragrant, curving up. Balancing her sister, dropping slightly In canary. She adds a bit of green And a sacred Chinese lily. Then she sprays With clear cool water from the spring Carnations— Pink, shell, and crimson. And intersperses Sweet peas of la%'ender. and Scented orchid stocks On tapering stems: All to tell me though it is Middle-March. The rain drips April all around. —Helen Hessburg. JOB. Advice Girl dear, you must seek To be rather good than wise. For the thoughts you do not speak Shine out in your eyes. —Shirley Humphrey. 9A. I hi |Refined She is gracious, brave, sincere. As though a queen she reigned. And for every falling tear Has sympathy unfeigned. A courtesy so graceful. A bearing so refined. Bespeaks a nature charming. A friend most true and kind. By each unfailing token A lady is discerned: Only if she keeps them, then 1'his title has she earned. —Margarf.t Sweetser. 9A. Miss Simplicity She opens up her window wide. And breathes the morning air: She sees the dew-drops sparkling bright On green grass everywhere. She loves that peace and solitude Before the world awakes. The chirping of the early birds That night s calm silence breaks. She is a generous, peaceful lass. So thoughtful and so kind: She gives the world the best she has With God always in mind. —Mary Harrington. 9A. A Proud Girl Marion sat with her head in her hands Pondering deeply, one day; "I wonder why." said she to herself. “That the girls all treat me this way." And Marion wondered, and Marion thought Till conscience spoke aloud. "Marion. Marion, can't you sec That nobody loves the proud?" —Bertha Doereler. 9A. I 82 1IOUY "Unblemished be my soul In daily strife. Urge me the conquest of Small things of life. Seize then each moment's worth Ere it depart. Imprint time's golden coins With present art.” ELECTIVESFront A. Cronkhito, J. Raucn, (J. Heinlcin. Second—R. LeTendro, B. Roche, J. Peterson. Third—M. Dca, M. Enright, M. Connor. Commerce As we listen to the clatter. And the girls’ forbidden chatter. The clicking keys keep time With the humming of a rime. Over their transcription groaning. Sit the girls a-muttering. moaning. For the shorthand notes are weird. But the mystery must be cleared. Then they have their speed tests, too. And they give them quite their due: And the speed rates higher climb. Soon they're done in zero time. —Ruth LeTendre. 1 2A. I 83 ]From. Left'Rifht— M. Green, V. Maker. B. Kochfonl. C. Thielen. M. Thiclen. Second- J. C » idjr. B. Ellin. M. C. Gannon. B. McCarthy. M. Ruff. Third -R. Camphcll, R. Parent. E. Holmo. B. Chri.tman, R. Johnson. Art Our interesting year in art is nearing its close. We did many different types of work in our course. Our first project was the drawing of modernistic buildings, followed closely by gayly colored posters. A very interesting work was illustrating in colors, the Mother Goose Nursery rimes. We then modelled plaques and bookends from clay, and were very successful in the work. The last and most pleasant project in the year’s course was our drawing to decorate the Angel us. I 8+ 1 —Marcella Rupp. 12A.I.i-ft Kih'ln K. Whelan, M. Vicling, M. llarrinKton. I.. Schaak. II. Kyan, I). Iluixford, II. Perkin . M. Lynch, M. Srliancn, II. NlrNicoll, II. Meixncr, II. Manning. I- Pfeifer, F. Schmitz. Sewing Class The realm of needles, pins and thread We gaze upon at first in dread. But when we delve into the work. We find there is no cause to shirk. On simple work beginners start: They learn to baste, to hem. to dart. At Christmas time a gift each made. Assisted by the teacher's aid. A teacher who inspires the class. So sweet, so kind, she helps each lass. The year went on. our work was art: Our gowns passed those in any mart A club was organized to sew For those in need, whom we all know. A show of work we did then hold. Of suits, and dresses, manifold. Yes. we have learned a lot this year Of sewing now we have no fear. —Mary Storch, 12B1 .'x-ft-Kitcht -C. Tally. M. Campbell, D. FWhbach. V. A rni, G. Hoinlcin. L. Barnard, J. Andrraon, T. Clark, S. Kyatt. M. Clark, M. 1-abifl, II. Christ man, M. Norri . M. Morton. U. Murray. A. Owens, A. Moudry, J. Krokkrr, II. Fortwengler, A. Ilouf, II. Enckaon. Music Department The music students were very active during the past year, and on several occasions, gave proof of their training and talents. Their first program was given in the English Parlor, as a welcome to the guests during the first card party by the Parent-Teacher Association. On the program were Betty Fortwengler, Margaret Clark. Agnes Moudry. Doris Murray, piano; Mary Campbell. Violin: and Madeline Henle. vocal. Later in the fall, a program was given for the faculty and student body in the Auditorium. On this program were Betty Fortwengler, Genevieve Hein-lein. Irene Molyneaux. Laura Lou Rochelle. Dorothy Davis. Mary Elizabeth Lahiff. piano: Mary Campbell, and Beatrice Erickson, violin: Madeline Henle. vocal. The junior music students, assisted by the junior choral club, presented “Holy Night.' an operetta, for a Christmas program. In the cast were Frances Erickson. Shirley McGlynn. Gloria Steinhardt. Audry Harrington. Mary McCarthy. Patricia English. I 86 |AGNES MOUDRY In February, the music students, assisted by the Glee Club, entertained the Parent-Teacher Association. On this program appeared Margaret Clark. Beatrice Erickson. Anne Plouf. Dorothy Fischbach. Madeline Henle. Doris Murray. Agnes Moudry. Mary Campbell. Jeanne Anderson, and Betty Fortwengler. The Glee Club sang two-part songs. Before Easter vacation, a program was given by Mary Elizabeth Lahiff Grace Tully. Suzanne Ryan. Blanche Lord. Genevieve Heinlein. Lucille Barnard. Mary Campbell. Teresa Clark. Dorothy Fischbach. Anne Plouf. Shirley Lang, assisted by the Junior Choral Class. Several group recitals were given during May. Betty Fortwengler and Margaret Clark, assisted by Anne Marie Clarey: Doris Murray and Agnes Moudry. assisted by a reader. —Betty Fortwengler. 12A.Stalled, Lcft'Kinht A. M. Clarcy, J. Anderson, C. Koki«h, M. Henle, (I. Baldwin. Dramatic Art Studio “The world's a theatre The earth a stage Which God and nature Do with actors fill." This department claims a group of happy, ambitious girls, who presented, during the year, varied and colorful programs. In the Armistice Day program, which included several individual sketches, appeared Mary Agnes Wagner. Jane I.ydon. Eileen Gleason. Marguerite Craven. Mary Elizabeth Lahiff. Mary Campbell. Margaret Wilder. Marion O'Reilly, and Catherine O'Brien. In November, the members of the Junior High School presented “Mrs. Kantsay Know." Those taking part were Patricia Nolan. Jean Anderson. Betty Perkins. Eileen Gleason. Patricia Conklin. Louise Reese. Margaret Heney. Ethel Jane Blakeman. Harriet Boutin, and Beth Sheets. The Senior High students gave “After the Game." a comedy. In the cast were Anne Marie Clarey. Jane I.ydon. Margaret Wilder. Madeline Henle. Betty Fortwengler. Jean Campbell. Christine Kokesh. and Louise Reese. The Christmas programs were “Bethlehem” and “No Room in the Inn.” both were given by the grade department. I 88 |Seated, L fl-Righl—M. Craven. M. Wilder. I . Nolan, M. Shof»tall. M. Wagner. E. Gleaaon, J. Campbell, landing—B. Perkin , U Battctt, J. Ander.ton, C. Kokesh. In February, a combined L.incoln. St. Valentine, and Washington program proved both entertaining and educational. Those taking part were Mary-lin Call. Mary Agnes Wagner. Mary Elizabeth Lahiff, Betty Fortwengler. Anne Marie Clarey. Louise Reese. Christine Kokesh. Margaret Wilder. Later in February. three one-act plays were presented by Jean Anderson. Margaret Wilder. Betty Perkins. Mary Agnes Wagner in the "Heart of a Clown." The "Sight of the Blind" was creditably done by Louise Reese. Marguerite Craven. Christine Kokesh. Evelyn Murdock. Betty Burgeon. "Grandma Pulls the String" was presented by Anne Marie Clarey. Madeline Henle. Margaret Wilder. Betty Fortwengler. and Jean Campbell. The Senior Class Play. "Big Lime." in which all seniors took part, proved a great success. The play deals with the producing of an annual spring revue in a modern high school, and while packed with laughs, it maintains a dignified sobriety. The final event of the year was a joint recital by Anne Marie Clarey and Margaret Wilder. Margaret Wilder received a Teacher's Certificate, and Anne Marie Clarey. Teacher’s Diploma. The officers of the Dramatic Art Club are Anne Marie Clarey. President: Betty Fortwengler. Vice President: Margaret Wilder. Secretary: Madeline Henle. Treasurer. —Anne Marie Clarey. 12A. I 89 lExercise We love the days that we have "gym"; Exercise gives strength and vim; We bat the ball with added zest To see who plays the game the best. Basketball comes in the fall: Our referee knows how to call. Warm weather brings out tennis fans. And matches planned by student clans. We all like the days we tumble. No one was ever heard to grumble; We play at many different games. And honor comes to many names. —Virginia Agrf:n, 10A. 190 lSports Outdoor sport in winter time Keeps our health in any clime: So our school gave us a pond: Of it we were very fond. Noon and night and early morning We were there the pond adorning: Though we counted many a fall. We were deaf at sigilal call. Spring time came, tlx pond was doomed! But tennis, golf, and baseball loomed Before us in a joyous haze: We soon forgot our skating days. —Ruth Lf.Tendre. I 91 ]Student Dining Hall How many happy hours we’ve spent. As we partook of our repast; To us what joy this place has lent. Our dining room that seemed so vast! Three times a day we've never failed To hurry to this place so rare. Where joyous laughter did prevail. And food was served with greatest care. Each time our classmates served the meal So conscientiously, we know. As with dexterity and zeal. Each one did hurry to and fro. We know when we are here no more. That in our memories will loom. As will so many thoughts of yore. The mem'ry of our dining room. —Louise Reese. 12A. I 21Our Happy Noon Hour There's music in the bell that calls to dine: A twinkling, and the girls are all in line: The click of heels sounds on the rubber floor. As hurriedly they file through open door. They send the warning sound that they are here By chatter, and by laughter ringing clear. The quiet of the room, it is no more. As lively feet now rush across the floor. The seniors have been honored with a room. A most delightful, private dining room. A gay and happy crowd of senior dears Forget their troubles and their little fears. Then life, and joy. and happiness are all In one gay crowd of seniors, till bell call. —Anne Marie Ci.arey. 12A. I 9) iOur Room Our room is such a pleasant place With cheery atmosphere. With walls of white and ample space: We ll ever hold it dear. We love to watch the world at night. When lights of cars whiz by: And airplanes seem in hurried flight. Like meteors in the sky. And when at morn the birds sing out. And call us from a tree. Through our French windows we look out The beauteous dawn to see. So when we leave our room so dear. We’ll try not make a fuss— Forgive us if we shed a tear. For it is part of us. —Louise Reese. 12A. —Rose Carroll. 1 2A. I 94 lOur Room This room is our haven of rest. The place that we both love the best: With cushions and frills. And the French doll that thrills. Our beds are attractively dressed. Our room holds a welcome for all Of our many friends just down the hall. A welcome we've sent. Many happy hours spent With the dear girls who pay us a call. We are sure that we'll miss this place so When the time comes that we have to go: For the friends, kind and dear. That we learned to love here. Are the best we hope ever to know. —Lorraine Maruska. I0A. —Dorothy Fischback. I0A. I 95 lI 96 I -2 I§ a IXIAI X 3 V30 O'b iTJV Activities The Thanksgiving dance! The mention of it recalls a vivid picture—an evening of dancing and gaiety. The orange lights diffused a soft glow on the •dancers, whirling in a kaleidoscope of scarlet, black velvet, and jade. It originated with the sophomores, who talked about it from early September. but it eventually became an all high school affair, with seniors in charge. Rhoda Jane Campbell was chairman, assisted by Betty McMahon. Betty Roche, Imogene Lang. Valdez Mulligan, and Julia Peterson. The chaperons were Mr. and Mrs. Campbell. Mr. and Mrs. McMahon. Mr. and Mrs. Thielen. and Mr. and Mrs. McNulty. Many cold Saturday afternoons of the winter were warmed and enlivened by Teas and Bridge given by the seniors to help finance “The Angelus. ' The first was a bridge tea given by Julia Peterson, assisted by Valdez Mulligan. at which the class of T 1 was well represented. Rhoda Jane Campbell gave the next tea. She was assisted by Barbara McCarthy. Marcella Ruff. Jayne Rauen. Bernice Ellis, and Mary Green. A very “lovely time” was reported by all who attended. Annabclle Cronkhite. next in line, gave a tea at her home. She was assisted by Valdez Mulligan. Betty Roche was quite determined to surpass all who preceded her. and succeeded in having the largest home tea party. Her table decorations were roses and peach candles. She was assisted by Regina Parent and Betty McMahon. Bernice Ellis opened her home to a tea on January twenty-first. She was assisted by Josephine Cassidy. Rhoda Jane Campbell, and Imogene Lang. I 97 |Barbara McCarthy was the next young hostess, assisted by Jayne Raucn and Rhoda Jane Campbell. At the February class meeting the seniors decided on a get-together tea on a larger scale, with their mothers assisting. An all-class, a combined Bridge l ea and Style Show was held at Young-Quinlan Tea Rooms on March seventeenth. Mrs. L. E. McMahon was chairman. She was assisted by senior mothers as follows: Mrs. Campbell and Mrs. Roche, refreshments: Mrs. Lang and Mrs. Ellis, tickets: Mrs. Ruff. Mrs. Helm. Mrs. Jacobson, prizes: Mrs. Murphy, publicity. While the guests played. Betty McMahon. Jayne Raucn. Rhoda Jane Campbell, and Barbara McCarthy modeled the dresses from which the graduation dress was to be chosen. "It was a lovely party." every one said. The outstanding senior affair of the first semester was the Senior Dance, given at the Country Club. The rhythmic strains of the Jo Manchak orchestra, and the melodious voices of the Minnesota trio filled the softly lighted ballroom, while the group of youthful dancers swayed in rainbow tints to music and song. Betty Fortwengler. as chairman, and Anne Marie Clarey as co-chairman, showed womanly ability and dignity through all the plans, and til the last couple left the hall. Betty Fortwengler and Anne Marie were assisted by Rhoda Jane Campbell. Jayne Rauen. Barbara McCarthy. Mary Craig. Betty McMahon. Regina Parent. Betty Roche. Julia Peterson. Bernice Ellis. Imogene l.ang. Mary Kay Reiter and Marcella Ruff. The dance was chaperoned by Mr. and Mrs. Fortwengler. Mr. and Mrs. Clarey. Mr. and Mrs. McMahon. Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy. Mr. and Mrs. Lang, and Mr. and Mrs. Ellis. The seniors gave their class play. "Big Time." on May fourteenth. Every member of the class had a part. The auditorium was nearly filled with friends of the seniors and the school. The play showed excellent training and artistic finish. ( 98 1We would like to include here the Junior-Senior, whatever it is to be. as it is important history. But to date, the secret cannot be wrested from Adviser or Class officers. We may be kidnapped, or taken for a ride some day soon, but we know that we will neither suffer hunger or extended bondage. June fifth will be Class Day. which begins with Mass. Communion and Baccalaureate sermon. Then Mother Eugenia will entertain us at breakfast, after which we will entertain the faculty and student body at a program. COMMENCEMENT! June sixth is set for our Commencement day. The hour is three o'clock. Happy hour with a twinge of pain, and misty eyes for the partings and farewells! His Excellency. Archbishop John Gregory Murray will be the speaker. We know how wonderful, how inspiring his talk to us will be. He will also present our diplomas. The song program, directed by Mr. Cecil Birder, will be as follows: "Songs My Mother Taught Me." Devorak-Stickles. "Murmuring Zephyrs.” Jensen-Saar. "Amaryllis." Edmund Parlow. "The Woodland Calls." Rhys-Herbert. SLOW CURTAIN EXEUNT. CLASS OF THIRTY-THREE —Rhoda Campbell. 12A. —Betty Rcx:he. 12A. I 99 | OtH JOHNSON [ 100 I Front. Ix-tt Right—R. Xeilon. M. C. Conway, M. L. Bros. M. Gardiner. Second—F. Krickson. M. Moore, C. A. Bauers. M. Roftholt. Third—M. Merritt, S. Lange, I’. Conway, ('. Moore. Busy Little Maids From morning on through all the day We've spent our time in work and play: And many times we’ve gone abroad And studied people who seem odd. The strangest things were there to see. Egyptians. Greeks, and Romans free. We've studied of their pagan ways. And of the early Christian days. With knights and ladies we have played. And castle booklets we have made. We spent some time in London town: We also heard about the noun. At Holy Mass we’ve learned the way To use our Missals and to pray. May we remember year by year. The many lessons we had here. —Mary Gardiner, 6A.Front. l-cft-Righi -J. Stockier. P. Leary, S. A. MeGlynn. A. Harrington. Second—M. Thomas G. Stcinhardt. R. Spratt. J. lladcaux. Third M. L. McCarthy, P. English. Ten Little Maids Ten happy little girls are we. In grades the third and fourth, you see; We re full of life, and work, and play. And now we've come our names to say. First comes little Jeanne Badeaux. Sweet darling French girl, as you know. And then our Audry. tiny, sweet. A child, yet woman, quite complete. Gloria Steinhardt. strong and true. We next will introduce to you. And have you met our bright Ruth Spratt. Who must have proof for this and that? And Shirley Ann. though only seven. Would paint the angels up in heaven. Our Patty Leary, sweet and true, Most happy when she pleases you. Jeanne Steckler. gracious, do you see? Some day, a genius, hopes to be. And Marion Thomas, the same always Is her smart game for getting A's. Mary Lou McCarthy, winsome miss. In writing, hopes to find her bliss. And Patricia English, sweet and gay. We’ll find her famous, some bright day. We hope you like us. one and all. And that some day you'll make a call. I 102 |Front. Lcft-Riirht— i. Bro . I. Molan. P. Gill. Second—M. Cary, M. K. Gcimcr, J. Gardiner, M. I.eary. The Best Place of All The best place that we know. The best place we say. Is our cheerful little class room. Where we work and play. We come to read, while Jack and Jill On blackboard shows how fast; And autos give the spelling rate. Whether we're first or last. We do so many other things. Planting grain is one: Writing about the trips we've made. Is ever so much fun. So when you come to visit us. Well do our very best. To show- to you all we can do. You’ll be our welcome guest. —First and Second Grades. I 103 |Queen of Glory We greet you. Queen of Virgins. Mother fair we pray to thee. Lady of eternal glory. Lady of sweet sympathy. Crowned with roses. Queen of Glory With thy sweet and gently ways. We thy children round thee kneeling Ask thee help us mend our ways. —Mary Gardiner. 6A. May May brings Blessed Virgin With spring, and flowers, and birds: How glad we are to hear them! There's joy in all these words. —Catherine Anne Bauers. 6A My Ring Mother went a-shopping And bought a little ring: She slipped it on my finger And said. "What a pretty thing!" —Shirley Ann McGlynn. 3 A. My Pony 1 had a little pony And his name was Apple Gray. I took him on a long ride. And then he had some hay. One day I went out walking And took my pony too. 1 went to a blacksmith. l:or him to make a shoe. —Ruth Spratt. 3A. Cheer Cheer up. cheer. Spring is near. Robin redbreast's song we hear. Wake up. cheer up. Spring is near. —Frances Erickson, 5 A Sky Buildings Stately buildings mounting high. Reaching to the sunset sky. Bring to mind the saints of old Who built churches for God's fold. —Mary Louise Bros. 6A. Holland Now that winter is over. We can hear the robin sing His little song of cheerfulness. His welcome to the Spring. —Mary Moore. 5A. Robin Sings Holland is the land Of windmills and flowers: There the Dutch people Spend their happy hours. —Jeanne Stecki.er. 4A. I 104 |Games Why Did Tommy Why did Tommy Tucker Sing for his supper? Where was his mother? And where was his dad? Did he have a home to go to? Did he have a bed ? Somehow. I wonder. What he could have had. —Peggy Leary. 2A. Mother Goose Goes Hunting Mother Goose went flying. Flying through the air. She peeked in every window. To look for her children there. Mary's lamb was lost. Couldn't find the school. I om. the piper's son Had broken every rule. And Mother Goose was lonesome Without her children near. So every night she flew around To find those children dear. —Marguerite Cary. 2A. Hide-and-go-seek. And shadow tag. 1 like them. Yes. I do. Jumping rope. And hop-scotch. I sometimes play. Do you? —Geraldine Bros. 2A. Would You? When Mary sits in her rocking chair And holds her dolly snugly there. Would you think. When you see Mary. That she was "Mistress quite contrary ?” —Mary Katherine Giemer. 2A. 3 Wonder Was there really a Jack Horner? Did he really sit in a corner? Did he really have his big round pie? If I were that Jack Horner. I’d move out of the corner. So I’m glad to see. that he's not I. —Mary Katherine Giemer. 2A. I 105 |Play Jumping and running. And playing all day. Hopping and skipping. To school that way. —Marguerite Cary. 1A. My Fun I saw a fairy In a gown. gown. gown. Sliding on a sun beam. Going down, down. down. I’d like to chase. Or maybe race. If the fairy. I had found, found, found. —Peggy Leary. 2A A Picture A little, little girl On a golden, golden hill. Listened to a bird While she stood very, very still. —Isabelle Molan. 1A. If I Were An Organ Grinder If I were an organ grinder. And had an organ to grind. I wouldn’t like a monkey. Because they never mind. Instead I’d get three bears. They'd dance and pass around the box. They would gather many pennies. To give to Goldilocks. —Geraldine Bros. 2A. Wishes Fairies are tiny. As tiny as can be: I wish I'd see a fairy. I wish a fairy would see me. Geraldine Bros. 2A.I 107 1I 801 II 109 JI no | ■■Parent-Teacher Association This picture tells its own story. It is the main table at the Parent-Teacher banquet, with our beloved Archbishop as the guest of honor. The setting is the resident students' dining hall. It is evening and the clock points the hour. The banquet was the only purely social affair of the year, and as Mrs. McNulty remarked. "It was the loveliest thing we had." After the banquet. Archbishop Murray addressed the Association on "Home Consciousness." He emphasized the fact that the home is the chief factor in the training of youth, and that parents carry the principal responsibility for the formation of the character of their children. In concluding, he stated that the Parent-Teacher Association means much, not only for the welfare of the Academy, but for the intelligent and constructive development of Catholic Education. The Association was organized in October, and elected Mrs. E. L. McNulty, president: Mrs. J. A. Quint, vice president: Mrs. L. E. McMahon, secretary, and Mr. Andrew Nelson, treasurer. Miss Bridget Hayes was the invited speaker at the first meeting. Her wide experience, her mastery of English, her charming personality, all combined to make her talk inspiring. The Association agreed upon three activities annually for the benefit of our new Academy. The first was a card party in the early fall, which was attended by over twelve hundred people. In December was a dinner and a bazaar. The April card party closed the year’s activities. The President, the officers and the committees, spared no time, no effort, to make each project a success. We all extend heartfelt thanks to the Parent-Teacher Association —Imogene Lang. 12A. —Betty McMahon. 12ASwan Song There's June in the air. There’s joy in the air. And the birds are all a wing: Come out. come out. Dear classmates all. Come out and hear them sing. Let's sing a refrain To break the pain In the hearts of you and me: Tis June at last. School life is past. And we must hie away— School days at end. Around the bend We face the unknown new: Though happy and gay. Alma Mater, today. Our eyes are misty for you. —Mary Craig. 12A. —Mary Storch. 1 2B. I N2 |Appreciation The Angelus Staff is most grateful to all who assisted in the production of this book. To Mother Eugenia for whole-souled co-operation To our Art Department for excellent art To teachers who inspired creative work To our Adviser for tireless supervision To Mr. Miller of Weston, for courteous service and excellent engraving To Zinsmaster's for excellent photography To Mr. Burnston for faultless groups, and patient service To Miss Finn and Miss Carlson for kind and helpful attention To Mr. Thielen for superior quality of press work To parents of seniors, who helped in their projects To all our Patrons and Advertisers who helped to make this book possible. Rev. G. E. Carlin Rev Peter Schmitz Rev. Leo Gleason Rev. John J. Cullinan Mrs. Mathias Baldwin Dr. F. S. Meyer Patrons Mrs. H. B. Warren Mr. and Mrs. S. J. Melady Miss Agnes Melady Mr. and Mrs. Eugene P. Melady Mr. Theodore Hays Mr. W. L. 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