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COPYRIGHT 1934 3Y ACADEMY OF HOLY ANGELS MINNEAPOLIS MINNESOTATHE
PUBLISHED BY THE SENIORS
THEME PRINCE OF PEACE
ACADEMY OF HOLY ANGELS MINNEAPOLIS MINNESOTA
K. Roeb -fortlh. Rochefort!
Christ the Prince of Peace is our theme. The Angelus chimes out His message to the world, and our message to you. dear reader. Peace! What sweet harmony it sprinkles on the vibrant air. Angels sang ir at His birth: Nazareth voiced it from its humble walls: the hills and vales He trod re ochoed i around. It was His parting word before Golgotha. His • oft-repeated greeting in the first Easter Tide. His final word as the clouds received Him from Olivet. And its harmony rings on. Pa Vobis! Alleluia!Dedication
To our cherished Fathers and Mothers, in deep appreciation of their Christ-lilce love, their tender devotion, and their heroic sacri flees which have made possible the beginning the continuing, and the completing of these four years«of development, we. the Class of Nineteen Thirty-Four, do lovingly dedicate this Peace Volume of The AngeluS.
K. KociirfnrtlTHE GOOD SHEPHERD
OUR LORD ON THE MOUNT OF OLIVESOUR CHAPEL CRIB
ROAD TO CALVARY
THE THREE KINGS
THE 8ASILICA AT BETHLEHEM
THE ROAD TO BETHLEHEM
THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE
SCENES AND PLACES DEAR TO HIM
NAZARETH. PALESTINECHRIST S VISION
PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM
CHRIST WITH MARTHA AND MARYAnd I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the living air, and the blue sky.Royal and saintly in the dewy light of Matin hours, And in the Meridian pomp of noon-day blaze.
And when the sun's parting glance plays Upon thy white-throned battlements.In the mystical dim of the temple, in the dream-haunted Dim of the day, the sunlight spoke soft to the shadows.Together have we walked with willing feet, Gardens of plenteous trees, bowering soft lawn.The wind-sprites murmuring in winter snow;
The pent heart-throbbings of the wan plateau, Wing through the pulsing spell thrown o’er the lea. In wild and shrieking blizzard minstrelsy.Swirl of the drift-clouds' shimmering sleet; Race of the flake-mist's hustling sheet;
Trail of the north wind’s hounding flight, Eddying brash of the storm-spent night.
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GO YE INTO THE WHOLE WORLD. AND PREACH THE GOSPEL TO EVERY CREATUREHis Excellency, Most Reverend Amleto Giovanni Cicogani. Papal Delegate, who honored us by a visit. His Excellency, Most Reverend John Gregory Murray, is inviting him to come to the Academy of Holy Angels, and see "The Best School, and the Best Girls in Minneapolis."'HIS EXCELLENCY.
ARCHBISHOP JOHN GREGORY MURRAY
Our beloved Archbishop has not yet failed to grace .our commencements by his presence. We are most happy to know that he will be among us on our great day. to cheer us by his friendly smile and his fatherly blessing. How honored we will be to receive our diplomas from his hand, and to hear his wonderful address, with the message of appreciation, encouragement, and inspiration which it always brings to us. to our parents, to our teachers, and to our friends. We anticipate this favor as the crowning glory of the long-looked for day of joy— Graduation!
FATHER REARDON Father Reardon never fails to give a splendid lecture. His talk on Columbus was pronounced the very best ever heard on the great discoverer.
FATHER CULLEN Father Cullen gave us a most interesting account of his call to the priesthood. His manly courage in overcoming difficulties was very inspiring.
FATHER GILLIGAN Father Gilligan anticipated the theme of our Book in his splendid talk on Peace. We went from the hall feeling that we could make all nations hate war, and love peace.
FATHER BRADY Father Brady was the celebrant and the speaker at our Semester Mass. Simply, beautifully, eloquently, he inspired a love for sincerity and truth.
MONSIGNOR MOYNIHAN Monsignor Moynihan, Pastor of Incarnation, gave the sermon at our opening Mass, September twenty-ninth, the patron day of the Academy.
His message to us was devotion and fidelity to the angels who guard our school, and each individual. His inspiring discourse gave us new courage and determination to make our school year happy and successful.FATHER MEAGHER
Father Meagher will be long romembered by the student body of the Academy for the splendid retreat he gave. Silence, prayer, courage made the triple bond that linked us to God and heaven during those blessed days. These points, as well as being ever prepared for death, were emphasized throughout the Retreat. Father tried to hold a mirror to oach girl by comparing us to sinner, saint, and human being. Being very approachable, many of the girls had private conferences with Father, and came away with their problems solved, and their little clouds dispersed. We all made a holy and a happy Retreat, which will ever live among holy and tender memories.
Father Wolf's lecture on "Words" gave us much food for thought. He illustrated their marvelous, almost miraculous power for good or evil, and closed with a beautiful allusion to the Divine Word.
FATHER BANDIS Father Bandis took us on a trip through the Holy Land. His description was so realistic that we feel we can find our way to all points of interest.
FATHER SHEEHY Father Sheehy reminded us that the fundamental mean-of Catholic Action is living a Catholic life. To be loyal children of the Church is all that our school asks of us.
Father Leo Gleason, Academy Chaplain, has been closely connected with the institution since its beginning. Every day at dawn, he is at the altar to begin the Holy Mass. He is ever ready to serve us in any way.
FATHER SCHMITZ Father Schmitz has shown a lively interest in our school since its beginning. He has encouraged and helped us in many ways, and is a yearly patron to "The Angelus."
FATHER CULLINAN Father Cullinan is one of our very own—always a staunch and loyal friend, manifesting his interest in many ways, known to us.Mrs. Crosse. Dramatic Interpreter and Lecturer, talked to us on Personality as distinct from Individuality. Salient points in her lecture were that we have a goal in view, and that self-control is the most developed form of higher education.
A debate on the question: "Resolved that the powers of the President be increased," was one of the most interesting convocation hours of the year. Joseph Solomonow and John Rebuck, students at Creighton University, were the affirmative team; and John Dematteo and Fred Eichinger of St. Thomas College, the negative. The debate was well prepared and splendidly given. The gentlemen from Creighton were unusually good. Michael McGuire of St. Thomas was Chairman.
Miss Willmann came to us a messenger of Sodalities and Catholic Action, as sponsored by Father Lord. She emphasized especially, devotion to the Blessed Virgin, and exemplary Catholic life.
Miss Odiorne, our Physical Education teacher, has proved a very successful coach. Fair play and good sportsmanship are outstanding traits in her character. With the younger and larger groups she maintains strict discipline. With us of the smaller, senior group, she is just one of us.
Mr. Cecil Birder, Instructor of Voice-Music Department at the University, is inspiring our best efforts in Commencement choruses. The group consists of "Psalm CL" arranged by Ce’sar, "Lift Thine Eyes." Mendelssohn, and "Fly, Singing Bird," Edward Elgar, which we hope you will all enjoy.
Mrs. Dawson, teacher of Home Economics, is the sunshine of her department. Her winning smile and her cheering words make work seem only play. Under her skillful direction we have made everything in wearing apparel from a handkerchief to a finished'garment.
Mother Antonia, President of the College of Saint Catherine, came to us a-brim with inspiration for girl-life. The theme of her lecture was "The Possible You." We see the Possible You in ideal characters around us. We are. or may be. what we make ourselves. Only in our last breath do we give the final delicate touch to the "Possible You."AND THEY THAT INSTRUCT MANY UNTO JUSTICE SHALL SHINE AS STARS FOR ALL ETERNITY.
To Our Principal, and Our Teachers
A group of names, but faces missing here:
A group to each and all of us so dear;
A group of teachers kind, and friends most true: A group to whom deep gratitude is due.
But words are frail our message to express;
Their symbols seem to make our meaning less.
Our life-long loyalty will be the test
To prove our love. With God we leave the rest.
—Mary Jane Kenney. I2A
Mother Eugenia. Principal
Sister Evangelista, English, Religion, Year Book
Sister Leo. Bursar
Sister Alberta, Mathematics. Religion Sister Claudia, English Sister Charitas, Dramatic Art Sister Pascal. Science, Mathematics Sister Ruth. Commerce Sister Bartholomew, Nurse Sister Alexine. Chorus Sister Joan, English, Religion Sister Beata, Science, English Sister Corona. Intermediate Grades Sister Rose Aurelia, Art Sister Celeste. French. Religion
Sister Agnes Catherine. Piano, Harmony
Sister Mary Honor, Mathematics, English
Sister Rose Catherine. French. Latin
Sister Dolorosa. German, Religion
Sister Cyril Clare, Latin Religion
Sister Mary Ruth, English, Religion
Sister Aquinata. Librarian
Sister Laurent, History. American Government
Sister Marie Edward, Primary Grades
Sister Bernetta, Violin, Piano
Sister Mary Alfred, Supervisor of Practice
Sister Annella, Principal of Grade School
Sister Rose Anita. Grades
Mrs. Dawson. Home Economics
Miss Odiorne, Physical EducationJesus, hidden God, I cry to Thee;
O Jesus, hidden light, I turn to Thee;
O Jesus, hidden love, I run to Thee;
With all the strength I have I worship Thee; With all the love I have I cling to Thee; With all my soul I long to be with Thee.Here, at the rail, where the step is worn,
And the rays of the hanging-lamp are brightest, We make a renewal of fervor,—born In the days when our souls were at their whitest. For the shrine of the Sacred Heart therein,
Shall our stronghold be from the strife of sin!Lo! At the little shining door,
I knock, I plead forevermore: "Open the portal, turn the key,
And let my heart go in to Thee!"How lovely is Thy chaste retreat, Dear little chapel, still and sweet! Where calmly shines the altar-light, As shines a lair star in the night."THE ANGELUS" ON ITS WAY
Grace Harrington. Edi tor-in-Chief, is reminding them that all poems and stories are due. Rita Roichort. Assistant Edi-tor-in-Chief. is warning the prose writers. Kay
Thro, Eunice McNulty. Carol Burnham, and Tina Kokesh, to havo all sto-rios balance. Margaret Malloy and Mary Jane Konnoy. aro Editors of pootry. assisted by Lou Bassett, Catherine Lally. and Agnes Doorfler.
Betty Rocheford, Art Editor, took much pleasuro in doing tho greator. and more important drawings for the annual. Virginia Baker, Ruth Johnson, and Helen Tippel were untiring in creating tail piocos ond various docorations. See for voursolf. and iudge for yourself of their many productions scattered through the book.
Eleanor Gorham. Typing Editor, center, has spent count-loss hours at the Noiseless, patiently repeating work to make it perfect. Agnes Moysembourg, Assistant Editor of Typing, is every roady. with a smile, to come any timo. Betty Weiler has made scheduled time, and is a willing helper.
Faith Quint is urging her coworkers to make speed in the financing. Gormaino Froy. and Helon Garrity assure hor that
they will reach the goal. Greco Harrington is ploesod with their efforts.
Ruth JohnsonAcjno Moy ombourg
Eliraboth WollorENGLISH FOUR
Silting —€ Weller Standing-—.). Lydo C.TCoke . R
Kathryn Thro President
, K. IKro, E. Glc«»on, G. Harrington. C. Burnham, L Baweit. P Coghlan, M, McCarthy, n, V. Haate, E Gorham, V Baker, J. DeVoy. K. Binek, A l o«rfl«r, G. Frey, H Garrity, C. tally, E. McNulty, Reichert, M Wilder, R Johmon, F. Quint. M. Boitford. M Malloy, M. J. Kenney. J. Gannon. M. Ryan Not in Picture- A. Lyons. A Meysembourg. F. Roffn, y. Broenen
Having come to our last year of English, we went with joy to the Lake District, and walked with poets debonair, through woods, and glens, and over landscapes rare. We harked to the songs of larks and nightingales; we sang with Burns of "Auld Lang Syne.“ we wept with Shelley over "Adonais.” we lingered long with "Hamlet," and made each scene our own. Then back to the singers again, to lisp some numbers, and spin some rimes, and even to try out Marlowe's mighty line, with our "Angelus" in view. But now the senior sun is mounting to its noon. We must away.
—Carol Mary Burnham, 12A
Rita Roichert Vico Prosidont
SENIOR LITERARY GUILD
V. Baker, C. Kokeih, R Reichert, E. Gleason, A. Doerfler, E. Weller, G. Harrington, C. 8urnhara, R. Johnson, M. Wilder
M. Malloy, K. Binek, J. Gannon
Eleanor Gleason Secretary
Senior Literary Guild
And some among us were a-thirst to wander farther into literary fields, and to drink deeper at the fountain of the Muses. And at midday we came apart from the noise and the din of the gay throngs, to commune with our favorite singers, and to enjoy the beauty and the mysticism of their creations. And with them we sauntered adown "ripply paths that thread shimmery ways" to vistaed realms of song. And we harked to the word-music that portrayed their inner vision, in soaring birds, and singing brooks, and twinkling vesper beams. And this deeper study, this closer contact with our chosen singers, will forever keep our minds a-thirst. and our souls a-singing.
—Rita Reichert, I 2A
Christine Kokosh TreasurorAMERICAN CLASS
First Row V. Baker, L B«»«ti. K 8lnek. M. 8otiford, P. Coghlan, A. Doerflcr Second Row E. Gotham, E. Glcaion, H Garrily, J. Gannon, G. Frey, J. DeVoy Third Row—K Thro. V H«««, C Koketh, C. tally, M J. Kenney, F Quint Fourth Row—J. Lydon, M McCarthy, E McNulty Standing—M Ryan, M Wilder, M Malloy, E Weller
The Parable of American Government
And when the days of rest had passed, and we came ogain to the halls of Learning, many of us sought the knowledge of government, that we might learn the precepts, and the ceremonies, and the judgments which the Lord would have us learn. And when we had read with care and earnestness, the regulations laid down by our Patriarchs, and Prophets, and Leaders, we came to understand, and appreciate the Ordinances of our Elders, and wo resolved to walk in the paths they had pointed out for us.
—Eleanor Gleason. I2AGERMAN CLASS
Plot Row—8. Rochcford, L MarutVa, C. Knaop, A. Mryirmbourg Second Row—J Grotte, G. Harrington. R Reichert. A Docrflrr, E Weller
Parable of the Teutons
And it came to pass when the days of wandering were at an end, and the doors of the Temple of Learning were open again, a very elite group of maids came to the Hall of German, seeking entrance. that they might learn the language of the Teutons: for they knew that such knowledge would aid them to enter fields of science, philosophy and art. And when they had translated "Immensee" and "Kohcr Als Die Kirche.” their thoughts still lingered in groves o' black pines surrounding ancient Feudal Castles.
—Rita Reichert. I2ASENIOR HONOR STUDENTS
Sitting—E. Gorhao, R. Reichert, G. Harrington, E Gleaton, C. Kokesh
Standing—V. Baker, K. Thro, A. Doerfier, B Weller, C Burnham, M. J. Kenney, J. DeVoy, J. Lydon Not In Picture—K. 8lnek, J. Gannon M. Wilder
Yvonno 8roon©r GraduateKathleen Binek Margaret Wilder
These little Seniors made a close race for four years, with Kathleen slightly in advance at the end. Kathleen is Valedictorian, and wins the St. Catherine's Scholarship. Margaret is Salutatorian, and will receive a Teacher's Certificate in Expression.
Margaret Melloy Sonior Claw PoetA Group of Cinquains
By Margaret Malloy. I2A
Like wind-swept sands You sprinkle heaven’s plain With ion dust that sparkles bright, Then die!
Sniffs out the frisking stars—
Retreats behind a sooty cloud,
A quiet rest with God, To sense our immortality Retreat!
An evening breeze Consoles noon's vexing heat,
And lulls the restless earth to sleep Of peace.
Now silence broods.
God's curtain falls on cares.
And He draws near my quiet soul To speak
Light Thou my lamp O Lord; O God Enlighten me.
That I may know true Friendship, Lord.
Let mo not know monotony of piety.
But only joy and love that comes in Serving Thee.
Let me not stoop to anything of Earthly worth.
But raise my soul to acts of only Noble birth.
Wash me from all iniquity and worldliness. That I may win the favor of Thy Friendliness. O God. save me from earthly darkness And from sin!
O let me seek Thy Sacred Heart, and Once within.
Lord, fill my soul with love that Comes from knowing Thee!
Let me embrace those outstretched Arms that wait for me!
—Margaret Malloy, I2AReverie
Let me think as I thought When I was a child:
Let me dream as I dreamed of yore,
Mid dew-laden flowers,
And birds that wing wild.
Let me whistle a tune once more.
Let me wander again By the glad-flowing stream.
Where nature holds full command:
Once more let me romp.
Once more let me dream,
In my beautiful childhood land.
—Margaret Malloy. I 2A
A sooty cloud in silhouette reflects a Greenish blue:
The silver moon has vanished now,
Few stars are peeping through.
In terror constellations shriek at sight Of stormy sky:
The misty clouds of paling blue are Swiftly sailing by.
The dipper spills a mighty streak—
A jagged yellow flash:
The wind blows high in torrents, and begins To howl and lash.
It blows and shatters molding clouds until We see right soon.
It rends that veil of threatening clouds,
And gives us back our moon.
And heaven now unfolds her skirts.
That lovely gown of blue:
The planets and the stars once more Now brightly shine anew.
—Margaret Malloy, I2A
When light fades in the sky. And sunset embers die.
What wondrous beauties lie In passing day!
When western colors set. And twilight lingers yet.
In drab and filmy net Lies passing day.
—Margaret Malloy. I2AAngelus
O harlc! I hear the sound of distant bells From yonder little church down in the vale:
'Tis calling us to hark while Gabriel tells The story of his "Awe'' and his "Hail.”
On lowly countryside, o'er glade and glen.
When breaks upon the air the joyful sound.
The humble toilers' "Aves" speak again,
While hushed and tender silence broods around.
And so adown the centuries we hear At morning, noon, and eve. the joyful chime Of Angelus. outraging soft and clear,
The story of Redemption, sweet, sublime.
O Angelus, what music in your sound When toil and care encompass us around!
—Grace Harrington. I2A
Sweet wild flowers, growing there in sheltered vale, How oft you soothe the sorrows that assail My heart, the crowding cares my soul disturb,
The countless worries that my mind perturb.
On hillside steep your seeds the Lord did strow,
To groce His landscape: there you thrive and grow. You sow not. weave not, neither do you spin.
Your beauty though, to angels is akin.
Then hero within my tearful vale of life.
When bont beneath a crushing load of strife.
I’ll courage take to see you blooming there. Reposing sweetly in your Maker's care.
More watchful on my soul His eye should be,
For on the cross He paid the price for me.
Kathleen Binek, I2A
Today I took my leave of earth and man,
And walked alone down long, untrodden miles. The biting air grew damp, and cold, and wet. And zero wind was harshly whistling by.
Nor dared I now to look behind for help. Though heavy was my heart with fancied fear. Could this be really I in place unknown.
Who walked among the hills forlorn and lost?
Now, one by one. the stars stepped calmly out, And seemed to stand in line for chorus grand: Then wondrously. the stars and angels sang To Him who sits upon celestial throne.
And then without a word from Him. I know He welcomed me to Heav'n, where I shall go.
Eleanor Gleason, I2AThe Chapel
Beyond the Chapel doors my dearest Friend In gentle patience dwells, awaiting me.
I send my thoughts all day to Him. and spend A blessed while in Chapel when I'm free To visit Him. Oblivion falls when there I kneel, and cast the days' mistakes away.
I listen, and upon the silent air I hear the angels chant the hymns I pray.
Content, I see the hallowed walls stretch tall On either side, and lay their beams across The incensed dimness of the holy hall That lies serene, though all around storms toss. Ah. shall I find, if long I pray and wait.
Past Chapel doors, the path to Heaven's gate?
—Yvonne Broenen, I 2A
Let me go this glad spring day,
Where birds and squirrels frisk and play; Where the jonquils lift their heads. Where the violets choose their beds.
Let me free, unfettered, roam The open trail, and call it home:
Thus untrammeled. I shall see Nature’s wondrous gifts to me.
Let me go. for spring has come:
The waking earth is all a-hum With the music and the chime Of God's handiwork sublime.
—Virginia Baker. I2A
At night when I am snug in bed I watch the twinkling stars o’erhead: Their scintillation near the moon Makes music of majestic tune.
As queen of night fair Luna, reign, With stars as courtiers in your train: And when the sun fades out your light, All day I’ll long for glorious night.
—Virginia Baker. I2AChapel
My Chapel dear, from thee I loathe to stray,
For here I found His quidance day by day. When in His presence here all troubles cease: Unrest and discontent give way to peace.
Alone with Him I love to think and pray.
And talk them o'er—my plans upon life's way. When leaving Him. in silence holy, deep,
I know my treasured secrets He will keep.
When gone from here, in memory I'll return To Chapel, where the tiny red lights burn:
In spirit I will make my noonday call On Him who finds no need of mine too small To claim His care. O Prince of Peace Divine, No comfort soothes or satisfies like thinel
Mary Jane Kenney, I2A
Moonbeams scamper playfully Over dew-kissed grass,
Casting mystic shadows dim.
Along the way I pass.
Scattering diamonds on the lake. Shimmering in their beams:
They make of earth a fairyland.
Wrapt in peaceful dreams.
—Mary Jane Kenney. I2A
Shafts and shadows o'er the lawn Tell the breaking of the dawn:
Soon the sun in rosy east.
Announces that the night has ceased.
What joys, what griefs this day may bring To homes, to hearts,—of these I sing.
Our days and nights are chequered so With griefs that come, with joys that go.
—Mary Jane Kenney, I2A
Untarnished by audacity, Enriched with generosity, And courtesy unfeigned: To rudeness or deception Never deigned To stoop or bend. Respectful, kind, sincero. Mirthful, yet serene.
To me she is most dear— My sweet girl friend.
—Mary Jane Kenney, I2A
A Sundown Triolet
The sun is sinking in the west,
Casting shadows on the sky:
Each little bird is in his nest.
The sun is sinking in the west.
Painting clouds a golden crest.
High through clouds a plane glides by. The sun is sinking in the west,
Casting shadows in the sky.
—Mary Jane Kenney, I2A
Narcissus, lovely petals, velvet soft,
In graceful beauty standing there aloft,
With wondrous richness in their dainty hue. All white with little tender lines of blue.
The perfumes sweet they slowly waft away. Coax all my meditation thoughts astray.
So delicate with slender stems of green, Alert they stand, and placidly serene.
—Mary Jane Kenney, I2ATo a Butterfly
O! you beautiful butterfly.
Exquisite child of the air.
Tell me. tender butterfly How you grew so fair?
As you balance on my hand.
Tell how came you from dust.
Watching you my desire is That God will give me trust.
Faith Quint, I2A
Gayly o'er the hills I hear Laughter ringing far and near.
! am filled with joy profound As I seek to find the sound.
I hear it in the dripping rain,
I hear it o'er the wind-swept plain, And I find it is the voicing Of my gay heart's mad rejoicing.
—Faith Quint, I2A
The lute of summer echoes sweet O'er woodland wide, and meadows green. It stirs the rhythm of poets' souls.
And brings me distant lands of dream.
—Eunice McNulty. I2A
A Group of Cinquains
By Yvonne Broonon, l?A
Away. The same face
Smiles at you. Do you mind
Its aging caused by singing hours of work
With blood they shout For notice everywhere.
How gay they are. but how harsh and Hideous.
Magic bubbles Cluster, flash, then fade in A blue-gray, watery grave. Life is So short!
From sleeping shores The shining wonder of The moon-swept bay I skim. Alone With thought.
Around and above. Its
Color and plan need change. So much
To let heart-break
Wait till dawn. I long for
This as I lie here tortured by
Signs of Spring
Blooming in my garden Early in the May,
Are beds of pastel tulips, Peeping out half way.
Hidden in an oak tree,
I heard a robin sing A song of joyous rapture,
That made the woodland ring.
Trees are all a-budding, Flowers their perfume bring: All nature resurrecting—
These are signs of spring.
—Eleanor Gorham. I2A
I have a temple in my heart Kept from this busy world apart; And there within its cloistered walls Is every joy my soul recalls:
And at this shrine I often dwell.
And talk with those I love so well.
Not many, just a favored few—
And first of all—
Dear Sister, you!
—Agnes Meysembourg, I 2A
His beauty in every sunset,
In every storm, His power;
His love and mercy In every passing hour.
His grace in sparkling dew.
In every child. His face:
In every tree I see a cross,
Him everywhere I trace.
—Eleanor Gorham, I 2A
Out where the wind blows most. That's where I love to dwell: Where the gales moan like a ghost. With an eerie tale to tell.
Out where the plains of God Are traffic-trammel free;
Out where sunset and dawn Are gorgeous sights to see.
Out where the sky meets earth. That is the home for me.
—Agnes Meysembourg. I2A
Ye flowers that peep through the garden gate, And nod so sweetly as I pass,
Some mischievous, and some sedate.
You win a smile from lad and lass.
Loving eyes that always see Something good and true in me. Heart most tender, smile divine, You, just you. dear Mother mine.
—Patricia Coughlan. I2A
—Agnes Meysembourg. I 2A
Behold the placid beauty of the morn. While softest glow illumines hillside fair: All earth with mellow stillness is adorn With shining, silky loveliness so rare.
In tender memory shall live this view. Each morning may the vision come anew.
—Germaine Frey. I2AApple Trees
Tender, fragrant blossoms Kissed with heaven’s dew, Shaped by Nature's Artist. Tinted pastel hue.
Heavy laden branches, Drooping to the ground, Luscious, juicy apples.
Big, and red. and round.
—Agnes Doerfler, 12A
The grass turns green.
The days grow long.
The birds return To sing their song.
With joyous notes They homage pay To Him who makes The glad spring day.
—Agnes Doerfler. I2A
In still of dusk,
In solitude The spritely Moonbeams Dance
To silvery tunes. —-Eleanor Gorham. I2A
In the cool secluded forest Where the song-bird builds her nest, Where the skies are deepest blue. There shall be our rendezvous.
There beside a shady willow.
Where the mosses form a pillow, Where in May the violets grew. That shall be our rendezvous.
There beside the singing brook.
In a shady little nook,
Where are flowers of richest hue. There shall be our rendezvous.
—Catherine Lally. I2A
She camo to earth one spring May day. The fairies a work of art had done:
And they named her in the fairies' way, Sunkist, daughter of the Sun.
At ten she was a budding rose.
Blooming with laughter, smiles and fun,
And none who knew her could but love Sunkist, daughter of the Sun.
At twenty she was fairest fair,
And though one youth her heart had won, No swain could hide his loving care For Sunkist. daughter of the Sun.
Now fifty years—time has slipped by.
And sered her petals, one by one:
Now back to fairies she must fly—
Fair Sunkist. daughter of the Sun.
—Catherine Lally. I2A
To Minnesota, land of lakes and sky Blue with a glorious sun-bathed sheen,
Where fleecy white clouds float on high, Where birds of every hue find home serene.
To Minnesota, state of heroes brave.
How many famous names do we recall,
Who gladly youth and manhood freely gave To leave a peaceful home here for us all.
—Joan DeVoy, 12AMemory
To You, Mother
In the years we've been apart, You’ve grown dearer to my heart. While away I hope you knew,
Each day brought me nearer you. A love that once was coldest form Is love now eager, ardent, warm. A heart once brittle, broke in two, A heart aflame now burns for you. A lasting love, a life of bliss,
Until death tears me from your kiss!
—Lou Bassett, I2A
When I hear the music of the swaying trees,
In the light breeze:
When I feel
The kiss of jeweled violets on my feet:
When I taste the moisture on my lips From silver rain.
When I behold apple blossoms drenched and clustered. I know it's you By your fragrance
As it floats in the silvery dusk of evening—
—Lou Bassett, 12A
The sun has hid.
Dark clouds are in its place. The rain now beats Grey-cold upon my face. The trees are weeping,
The wind goes whirling by.
I walk alone Beneath a misty sky.
—Lou Bassett, 12A
Ever and anon appearing—
In a soft spring breeze,
In a child’s face,
In a rose petal Fallen on a book.
Bringing a tear of yesterday. A smile of yesternight,
Made sweeter In perspective.
How sweet! How bitter!
—Margaret Wilder, I2A
I know it’s you
You may find it in the ripples of the little silver brook.
You may find it in the swaying of the trees on windy days: You may find it in the springtime almost everywhere you look, You may find it in the sunbeams on a lovely day in May. But I’ve found it in the dew drop bright That fell from God's bouquet.
—Lou Bassett, l?A
To ono who means so very much to me.
To one who spends her love so rich and free;
To one who, of all others is sincere.
To one who daily toils with love and cheer.
This is my little Mother mine, so sweet,
Who daily with a smile her trials meet.
When downcast. I take courage just to see Her prayerful, loving trust, dear God, in Thee.
—Maylo Botsford, I2AThe First Easter
Easter dawned for the Master! Magdalene stood in the light With spikenard in alabaster To make His burial right.
But oh! the disappointment!
Windings, and empty tomb!
And angels twain with appointment To say He arose in the gloom!
In the mist was a form, or figure.
The gardener she thought to be—
"They have taken my Lord, my Master; Pray tell me where He may be."
"Mary"!—the mystery is broken! "Rabboni"! and down to adore. Rabboni and Mary have spoken!
'Tis Easter forevermore!
—Carol Mary Burnham, I2A
Soft rings the Angelus. Twilight is nigh;
Bells' liquid harmony Breaks o’er the sky.
Sweet holy melody.
Chiming so clear,
Calling from work to pray. Echoing near.
Whisper your story old Where sorrow weeps.
As o’er the din of day Soft silence creeps.
—Josephine Gannon. I2A
The Nun's Prayer
Through her fingers Her rosary she tells;
With fervent soul she utters words Sublime.
Her secret holds,
The secret of her vows.
That He bring her dear ones all To heav’n.
—Carol Mary Burnham. I2A
With snowy clouds a-swinging there Like fleecy lambs.
Tumbling and prancing Over mossy hillsides.
Seeking to find God's pasture.
A golden splotch across the sky,
Fills the air with rainbows
Of mystic music.
That all who love Can see.
—Ruth Johnson, I2A
0 sun. O sun, O beautiful sun.
How I wish you were set.
And my work were done.
1 wish I were a rock upon a hill.
With nothing to do. but just sit still.
I wish I were a ship on the sea.
That is run by great machinery.
I wish I were you. going down in the west. To just sink down, and rest, and rest.
—Margaret Ryan, I2AVALEDICTION
lo the Class of Thirty-Four
Arise! the morn is lit on stage, in hall To grace the scene, dream-woven in your hearts These youthful years. List Alma Mater's call To greater life. Sweet blessing she imparts.
As from this hermitage, this calm abode,
On God’s pacific trail you take the way. Soul-braced with nectared wisdom of His Code.
Go seek the vast somewhere, whence angels stay.
Now you. our white-robed children debonair,
Go change your lithium armor for the steel,
That, arrow-proof, withstands the foes's sharp flare. And burnishes your souls with greater zeal.
And may your God-lit love nor wane, nor cease. Until the end of Trail—Eternal Peace.
Sincerely. S. E. M.
CLASS OFFICERS. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. ASSISTANT EDITOR
Rita Reichert. Eleanor Gleason. Grace Harrington. Christine Kolcesh, Kathryn Thro
AND IT PAINS US TO LEAVE THIS DEAR SCHOOL HOME THIS PLACE WHERE LIFE'S DREAMS BEGAN
Mary Ann Shafstall President
Betty Borgcon Vice President
JUNIOR HONOR GROUP
Sitting—D. Giroux. 8. Bergeon, A. Phelps, P. Willlaiw, H. Hessburg Standing—M- Shafstall, E. Paradis, M. Kundert, M. Kading, E. Hessburg.
M. A. Shabel, D. Fischbach, M. Kading, H. Schuster
Anne Plouf Treasurer
Phyllis Williams SecretaryRow 1 —V. Agren, J. Andcrion. L. Barnard. B. Berg on, E. J. Blakenan Row 9— L Bo««r, H. Boutin. B. Brown. V. Burnt, J. Canpbcll Row 3- D. Carlin, M. ChriMlan, B Christman, M. Clark, R. Colrman Row A—P. Conklin. D. Davit. F. Epplngirr, D. Fltchbach. D. Giroux Row 5- J. Grojso, P Hartford, M Hayn y, E. Hewburg, H Hestburg Row 6—M. Kadmg, M. KadlngRow 1—L. Kalscheucr, M E. Kelly, B. Kilday, M Kuitdert, J. Lorentz
Row 8—J. McGraw, L MarusVa, M Moon, M Mienci, L Miller
Row 3—A. Moodry, C O’Brien, M. Oliver, E. Paradis. A Phelps
Row 4—A. Plouf, O Plouf, B. Rocheford, J. Roscoe, J Ryan
Row 5—H Schuster, M Schabel, M. A Shafstall. C Thlelen, M. E VanDyne
Row 6—P. WilliamENGLISH THREE
Row 1- J. McGr«w, P. Conklin, L. Kaljcheuer. M A. Shafttall, E. J. 8lakctp n, M. Kodmg Row 2 M. Chriuian, B. Brown, E. H«iburg, E. Pdrodit, M. Morin, C. O’Brien Row 3- H. Hetiburg, J. Ryan, D. Hogan, M Oliver, J. Rojcoc, J. Grossc Row 4 M. Kundert, L. Boeier, V. Agren, H. Boutin, A. Plouf, M. E. Kelly
Standing— M. Hayney, C. Thielen, O. Plouf, L. Barnard, M E. VanDyne, A Moudry, F. Eppinger, L. M-sruska, J. Lorentz, M. Mien«, M, Kading. V. Burn», P. Williami, D. Fischbach, D. Carlin, R. Coleman, B. Roche ord, M. Schabel. D. Giroux, A. Phelw, M. Clark, H. Schutter
And the Juniors entering the realms of English Literature. met Beowulf in the land of the Geats, and Chaucer in the Canterbury Plains, after which they came to Eutopia, the land of nowhere. Then crossing the streams of the Ballads and Sonnets, they entered the kingdom of Shakespeare, where they lingered with Macbeth until they were lost in "The Tempest." They then took the path of Correct English, which led to the dry land of Essentials. Weary of this, they returned again to Literature and met the blind Milton in "Paradise Lost." From thence they went to the Cavaliers and Puritans, whom they greatly enjoyed. And guided by their experienced Leader, they wrote many tales in prose and verse and sent them to other lands. And thus ends their happy and successful journey in English.
—Eloise Paradis, I IAAMERICAN HISTORY CLASS
Row l- 1. Mannlta, E. Paradh, A. Phclpa, J. Ryan, M. A. Shafttall, 0. Carlin Row 2—A. Moudry, M. Mi«ntj, A. Meyaembouro, J. McGraw, J. lorentr, C. Lally Row 3- H. Heiiburg. M. Kading, M Kdalng. L. Kalacheufr, M. Kundert, M Chrlatlan Row_4—R..Col«r»an, F. Eppinger, D Ftachbacn, J. Grout, E. Heaaburg, E. J, Slakcman
The History Tribes
And when the morning of studies dawned, many tribes came seeking the knowledge of history. And some took to the story of the Ancients, and other some to the story of the Moderns, and still other some to the story of their own Nation.
And they advanced from day to day until all their time was fulfilled, when they went forth rejoicing for the many things they had learned about many peoples.
—Catherine Lally, I2ABOTANY
Left Section—M. Clark, H Welch, C Lilly, L. Anderson. E. J. Bleltenvin, E- Adelmann, V. Hoaie, O Rloul
Right Section—F. Ouint, H. Boutin, C Thiclen, J. Anderion, J. McGrow, D. Giroux, M. Morin. J. Roicoe, I. Nicicn, H. Garri'.y
Standing—J. Ryan, M. E. Kelly, V. Nelion
The Parable of Botany
And in a sun-bathed part of our Temple is a garden-room set apart, wherein many of God's tiny creatures live and thrive, and where the fragrance and the beauty of flowers and vines and foliage attract the passers-by. And to this laboratory we repaired, and we besought the Keeper thereof that she teach us the mysterious functioning of nature's gifts. And we studied much. And when spring came, we went out to see the actual growth and progress of flowers. And this study could never be merely technical to us. for we know that only God can make a flower, and that "Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed as one of these."
—Kathleen Binek. I2ACHEMISTRY CLASS
H. Bowlin, B Bergson, M, Chrtitian, V. Burnt, E. P«r«dit, V. Haaie, M. E- VanDyne, M. Rouford, J. Cemobell, M. A. Shafitall
The Parable of Chemistry
And it came to pass that we entered the Hall of Chemistry in search of truth through Nature's laws. And having charged ourselves with the rapidity of movement of electrons, we named ourselves "The Active Atoms."
And we searched the realms of reaction, and learned many magic laws. And on some sunny days we went out to greater laboratories, and learned greater things.
"And read what was still unread In the manuscripts of God."
—Betty Burgeon, I IAThe Day is Done
When day is done and shadows fall.
Out of the yawning eastern cave The fairies of the evening call.
The peaceful gloom wraps in a shawl The tired child, the weary slave,
When day is done and shadows fall.
Mysterious eve. your sounds recall The memories I have tried to save When fairies of the evening call.
Your trailing garments sweeping all The darkened path of night will pave. When day is done and shadows fall.
And though the night’s dark veil will fall. And trees their somber arms will wave.
Still fairies of the evening call.
Then deadened day. wound in a pall.
Will pass into a silent grave:
When day is done and shadows fall,
The fairies of the evening call.
—Agnes Moudry, I IA
My orchids of today With velvet petals bent.
Do not fade away.
My orchids of today,
Don’t wither, stay,
Thou gift of heaven sent. My orchids of today With velvet petals bent.
—Virginia Agren, I IA
The Two Isolts
The foaming waves on wind-swept Cornish rock And white birds flying o'er the British shore With screaming taunts, all seem to fairly mock The maidens waiting Tristram evermore.
The two Isolts, one dark and one so fair—
Her very fairness seems a living flame Which sends a challenge through the stormy air To dark Isolt—both live with Tristram’s name Forever on their eager, trembling lips.
The dark Isolt in ancient Cornwall prays:
The fair Isolt does scan the North for ships.
For each unknown to the other stays By dismal seas, for Tristram there to wait.
And only kept apart by strangest fate.
—Eloise Paradis, I IAJust Me
The moonbeams shed their silver light On the sleeping world below.
The world is beautiful at night When moonbeams shed their silver light. They gently come and fade from sight As they set the world aglow.
The moonbeams shed their silver light On the sleeping world below.
—Margaret Mienes, I IA
The Dutch Mill
Just over the hill Is a little Dutch mill;
The wheel would go round With a swishing sound.
Bright tulips red Form a flower bed.
All this is seen in charming state On the little Dutch mill—
On the china plate.
I hate to waken in the morn And rise to be just me.
I'd like to be a flyer bold.
And cross the briny sea.
To be a famous poetess.
And have extensive fame:
Or be a fearless huntress,
And shoot with perfect aim.
To be a polo player Would fill me through with glee. But always I awake at morn And rise to be—just me!
—Ethel Jane Blakeman. I IA
The waves were splashing. The rain was pouring,
The thunder was crashing: The waves were splashing, The lightning was flashing, The wind was roaring.
The waves were splashing. The rain was pouring.
—Juliette McGraw, 11A
—Ethel Jane Blakeman, I IASilver Bird
The plane looked like a silver bird When flying up so high Its roaring motor could be heard Just like a great and mighty bird;
It soared through heavens undisturbed, Through clear blue summer skies.
The plane looked like a silver bird When flying up so high.
—Dorthee Carlin, I IA
She reminds me Of daffodils Shining in the sun;
Of violets Sweet and pure Lying close To the ground.
She reminds me Of a young tree Swaying in the breeze; Of jonquils Tall and proud Bowing their Heads to me.
—Jayne Lorentz. I IA
A wind swept plain Dust whirling all around Lost is the path—and I await My death.
—Bette Bergeon, I IA
When Phoebus rides across the skies A new day has begun.
All the song birds ope their eyes, When Phoebus rides across the skies. The ebony sky of evening dies:
His chariot is the flaming sun.
When Phoebus rides across the skies A new day has begun.
—Ethel Jane Blakeman, I IA
In the sparkling stream,
Darting fish reflect the crystal
—Bette Bergeon, I IAParachute
Sailing through the morning sky, Falling fast to earth I go;
Every second whizzing by.
Sailing through the morning sky, Dropping from a plane so high. To the earth stretched out below. Sailing through the morning sky. Falling fast to earth I go.
—Dorthee Carlin, I IA
Gay and perfumed.
Toss their delicate heads In rhythm with softly singing West winds.
—Eloise Paradis. I IA
Like a shadow
On the earth, shelters all
For a few short hours from the light
—Mary Ann Shafstall, I IA
Are treach’rous pools In which I lose my way.
Like a swimmer in a depthless Whirlpool.
—Bette Bergeon, I IA
Piercing azure summer skies, Darting comes a monoplane;
With such perfect poise it flies Swiftly over hill and lane.
Flashing with a silver sheen. Dashing onward on its flight,
Then again all is serene—
The plane flies on until it’s night.
—Ethel Jane Blakeman, IIASOPHOMORES
SOPHOMORE HONOR STUDENTS
Sitting —V. Nelson, M. J. Hanson, M, Wolff, 8. Leonard, M. Harrington
Standing M. McCabe, M. Sweetser, J. Lance, G. Baldwin, C. Carey, L. Pfeifer, B. Docrfler, B. Haskell, H. Ryan A Kennedy
Not in Picture—M. C. Wilson
Margaret Sweetser A Promising Writer
Beverly Haskell Sophomore PoetRow 1- E. Adelmann, L Andenon, G. Baldwin. D Botvlord, J. Bomba !, C. Carey Row 2—T. Clark, 8. DoerSrr. J. Edward , J. Emery, B. Fletcher, M. Ford Row 3--E. Gleason, M Gorham, M J. Hanson, M. Harrington. C Hartwich. 8. Haskell Row 4—M Heney, D Homtrom, S. Humphrey, K Jack ton. B Johnson M A. Kennedy Row 5-M Kuth, J Lance, B. Leonard. M Lyman
Eiioen Gleason Prosident
Joan Burnhom Vice PresidentRow 1—M Lynch, M McCabe, J. MacDonald, P. McMahon, H. McNicoll, H Manning
Row 2—H Meiyncr, I Molyneau . V. Nelton. I- Nleten.P. Nolan, J. Olten
Row 3—A- Owent, B PerUni, L Pfeiffer, V. Quin?, H Ryan, S Ryan
Row 4—M. Schanen, F Schmi; , M. Sweetter, H Tippel, M. Vierling, M Wagner
Row 5—H. Welch, E. Whelan M. Wilton, M Wolff
Patricia Nolan Secretary
Mary Aqnoi Wagner TreaiurorENGLISH TWO
Row I B. PerWifw, M. K. Wilson, S Ryan, C. Hartwrch, A, Owen
Row 2—J. Olten, V Nelson, J. Burnham M. Sweeber, J Lance Row 3—A Kennedy. B. Doerfler. V, Quinl, I Nieten. S Humphrey Row 4—H. Manning, I. Molyncaux. M. Schanen, M. A. Wagner, H. Welch Row 5—M Lynch. G. Baldwin. P. Nolan. J. MacDonald, P. McMahon Row 6—M Ford, M Heney. (1. Carey, M. J Hanson. K Jackson
Standing—T. Clark, t Gleason, 8 Haskell. E. Adelmann, M, Lyman. H Tipoel, J. Edwards. L Anderson, C. Knapp, M, Wolff,
D. M. Botsford, M, Gorham, B Fletcher, M. Kuth
As the sun sank, the western horizon was sheathed in rose. Slowly it faded to purple, to grey, to smoke, then was assimilated in the blue background. The entire sky was one clear vault. With startling rapidity six salmon bars flashed through the blue, slashing the sky in anger. They vanished as fleetly as they came, all save one, which garnered the splendor of its brethren, and flamed in a path of burnished copper. Then, wearily, it too, darkened, and cobalt contended with grey till black covered both.
—Margaret Sweetser, I0AFRENCH TWO
Row 1—A. Owcnt. A. Plouf, O. Plouf
Row 2—J. Olsen, M. J. Kenney, M Heney
Row 3—J DeVoy, L B«n«tt, C. Burnham
Row 4—S. Ryan. M. Morin, P. McMahon. J. MacDonald
Center Row—V. Baker. H. Boutin
8ack Row—D. Hogan, G. Frey, M. Sweetser, S. Hunphrey, H. Welch, K Jackson. M. Wilder, M. Oliver, C. Thlelen
The Parable of the French Maids
When on the tenth day of the ninth month, the buzzer sounded through the halls of our Academy, we knew that the time for labor had come.
Three and twenty of us. maids seeking the gift of tongues, timidly moved toward the hall of French where we were welcomed graciously and assigned places in uniquely arranged seats.
Having spent some time in reviews, and heard several lectures on French manners and customs, we began the study of "Sans Famille," which we found very interesting.
From projects assigned, we decorated the walls of our Hall with sketches and portraits of scenes and characters in the stories studied. We labored faithfully and learned much.
—Mary Jane Kenney, I2ALATIN TWO
Row 1—8. Doerfltr, B. Fletcher, I. Molyneauit, M Wolff, H. Tlppel, V Nrlion Row 2—V. Quint, J Edwerdt, G. Baldwin, J. 8urnh«m, 8. Perftlnt, M C Wilton Row 3- M Malloy, C. Cercy, M. Gorham, P Nolan M Kuth, M. J. Hanton Row 4—J. Andertort, H Mannins, C Hartw»ch, f. Schmitt, M Schancn, B Leonard Row 5—E. Addmann. M Ford, E. Glcaton, j. Lanct
The Latin Tribes
And when Latin was announced in the Temple of Learning, maids from many tribes sought entrance to the Classes. And some among them labored in the foundations, others followed Caesar across the Rubicon, others wero entranced by Cicero's matchless orations against Catiline, and still others were enraptured by the poetic supremacy of Virgil among the Muses.
—Josephine Gannon, I2AGEOMETRY
Row 1—M. C. Wtl on. P. NoUn, H. Manning, J. Lance, M, Kuth Row 2—C. Hartwteh, M. J. Hanton, F, Schmitt. 8. PcrVlrw, M. Schuntn Row 3—E- Gleason, J. Ryan, J, MacDonald, B. Leonard, J. Emery Row 4 M WolH, M A. Wagner, J. 8urnha«i«. P McMahon, C Carey Row 5—S. Humohrry, B Fletcncr, K. Jaclnion, B. Dorrfler, M. Gorham Row 6—M. Lyman, M. Oliver, M. Sweetter, D Fitchbach
The Tribe of Euclid
And when the followers of Euclid gathered together to study planes and solids, they assembled in the Hall of Magnitudes. They were attracted to the science on account of its ancient dignity and worth, for it was in use as far back as the building of Solomon’s Temple, and Noah's Ark and the Ark of the Covenant. And under a skillful Guide they wrought many artistic designs and projects in commercial art, in interior decorating, and in modern architecture. And when the year was nearing its end they rejoiced for all the work they had done, for they knew it was good.
—Florence Roffis. I2ANew England Coast
O'er leafless eastern woodlands, meadows dry And sere, a wet sheet of rain doth rise.
And swirling densely, veils in mist the sky,
Pure vault whose steely depths defy all eyes.
Through pines the gusts bring sound of booming surf On cliffs that heeding not its force, do flaunt Their scarred crests and crags devoid of turf,
In age-old power no petty gale may daunt.
My lungs ache deep, my heart in pain near bursts.
How fresh the rain through fields blowing chill;
I breathe it full; my soul with longing thirsts To see how much of wind my lungs could fill.
And then if dismal fancies held their pow'r,
I might call up that bleak and gladsome hour.
—Margaret Sweetser, I0A
In samite you are clothed,
A chaliced emblem of Mary's Pure soul.
—Catherine Hartwich, I0A
Dark clouds gather.
Lightning flashes—the thunder Crashes and dies—the storm is over. Silence.
—Virginia Quint. I0A
Cool morn . ..
The glint of dew On crisp-curled maple leaves.
A tang of dawn from woodland's green Delights.
—Margaret Sweetser, I0A
Thou still art young;
Before thee is the Golden Span;
Pile up its treasures to the sky while yet You may.
—Geraldine Baldwin, I0A
Lake of Beauty
It sparkles from among he fern.
It haunts the home of coot and hern. Lying lazily over golden gravel. Content to foam instead of travel.
Disturbod by only gentle clouds That beat with feet unseen.
Let live this shimmering surface,
This beautiful Lock Katrine.
—Beth Sheets, 9AThe Widow
I hear the children home from school.
There’s bread to slice, and jam to spread, And I sit dreaming like a fool While work is piling o'er my head.
There’s chores to do and bread to bake And there's the meat to cook a stew,
And Johnny asked for angel-cake And there is mending yet to do.
And I sit rocking in my chair.
And silly fancies fill my head;
I feel no anguish, no despair.
I simply wonder why he's dead.
And I shall soon forget his face.
Forget his voice, forget his ways;
And someone else will take his place To brighten up my dreary days.
I hear the children home from school.
There's bread to cut, and jam to spread,
Yet I sit listless, like a fool,
A' wonderin' if he's really dead.
—Beverly Haskell, I0A
Out of the sky came a burning candle,
A light which filled the world with joy.
A Saviour Who came for our redemption, Who entered the world as a Baby Boy.
From out of the azure sun-kissed heavens He came upon this earth to dwell.
Born to Mary. Queen of Goodness.
His name was called Emmanuel.
—Beverly Haskell. I0A
The Silver Moon
A silver moon was shining through The sombre treetops. Two by two The stars appearing in the sky.
Shed incandescent light; and by A narrow stream a willow grew.
Then came the dawn. No sign of night. No darkness, just a blaze of light,
No twinkling stars are seen on high, No silver moon.
The sun appeared, a lovely sight.
An errant maiden raised to heights Of exaltation. Red and gold.
Its colors did a tale unfold Of love; and yet I wait for nights And silver moons.
—Beverly Haskell. I0A
"Kissed by the white lips of suffering." Locked in the arms of Eternity. Caressed by sighs of Unhappiness,
I smile at my lover . . . Death.
—Beverly Haskell, I0A
Let's all be merry For spring is here,
Robins have come To bring good cheer.
Flowers are nodding Their buds in the breeze. For the hand of God Has touched the trees.
—Cecelia Justen, 9A
lllllll .FRESHMEN HONOR STUDENTS
Sitting: R. Griffiths, A. Drugas, 8. Sheets. M. A. DeVay Standing: M. Wnek. M. Moudry, W. Rucker. R. Kurzeka
Both Shoets and Ethel Langford refrained from movies and candy during Lent, and saved the money for "The Angelus."The Parable of the Junior High Carnival
And it came to pass that the Elder Classmen decided to write a book about the Hall of Learning and all the classes therein. And having been refused help by many merchants, they feared much for the tribute needed.
Then the Leader of the Junior High Tribe offered help. And she chose a Council and with them planned a great feast, and offered much amusement: and they did broadcast it many days.
And when the day came all the tribes gathered in the Festival Hall, which was adorned with gay hangings and draperies. And their eyes were filled with the beauty thereof, and their ears were soothed with cheerful notes of music.
And the drinking fountains, and the eat shops were temptingly decorated. And they ate. drank, and made merry with dancing, and singing, and games, and museums. And the Leader gathered all the tribute money therefrom, and presented it to the Adviser of the Elders for the carbona of "The Angelus."
And all the Elder Classmen and their Leader shall keep this great kindness in their memories: and the story thereof they shall make immortal by writing it in this Book.
—Grace Harrington, I2A
Mory Roscoe Presidont
Mary Harrington Vice PresidontENGLISH ONE
Row 1—8. JohmoA. M. Buddc, B Curry. M. Hotutlcr, M. A DcV«£ M Wr «k Row 2 M. Gct n. R. Griffiths, E. Holtby. M. Howard, A Drug C Juttin Row 3—R. KurxrU. E Langford, M E. long, P. McCarthy. B. Erickson, E. Mlttmart Row 4—A Sho »ak«r, C.Ndtoo, J. Pahl, H Waldron, F. Schmitz, 8. Sheet
Row 5— M. Simon . M Smith, M. Moudry
Simple and true was James Fitz-James, Though lordly king was he,
And Ellen was so shy and kind.
As all fair maidens be.
Ellen's true love was Malcolm Graeme, And the minstrel blind was Allan Bane. Black Roderick, chieftan of the clan, Struck terror into every man.
The Douglass was an outlaw bold And Ellen's Isle was his stronghold. These characters of lasting fame.
"The Lady of the Lake" doth claim.
—Mary Ann DeVay, 9A
Echo Bogart Secretary
Marguerite Jackson TreasurerGENERAL SCIENCE
The Student Council
We, the Student Council Board.
Are serious as you see.
We wisely lead the freshmen toward A better destiny.
At times we’ve found it difficult To keep our rules obeyed;
But now we find fewer faults,
And better students made.
Despite the fact that we are grave.
We’ve kept our friendship true,
Which proves that freshmen mean to be Right loyal, through and through.
—Mary Gardiner, 7ALIBRARY
Our Recreation Room
In recreation room, what fun:
The gay noon hour has just begun.
Music, dancing—my what clatter Some noise, 'tis true, but doesn't matter. Radio here, card table there.
And every now and then a chair.
Singing, playing—heaps of fun.
But there's the bell, and we must run. Reluctantly we leave our play,
'Till noon recess another day.
Great thanks on those who thought of this. Our recreation room of bliss.
—Mary Ann DeVay, 9AELECTIVES
Row 1—E. McNulty, F Epping.r, E- Go»tam. M Botdord, O Ploul Row 2—C. KoitctK, M Kadlng, t . Giroux, A. Moudry. E. Gleaton Row 3—M. Ry«n, C. Knapp, H. SchuMcr, M IGding. A. Dociflcf
Standing—0. Hogan, M. Micnci, J. McGraw, P. willfa , J. Roscot »
Now much enthusiasm centered around our Commerce Course. Speed tests aroused great interest. As imaginary assistants to business magnates, and as transcribers, and in practice of general office routine, we labored much and succeeded well. And our department gladly answered to many calls for service from the entire House of Learning. A friendly visit from Dorothy Dow. World Fair Cham-pian Typist, stimulated us to persistent and conscientious practice.
—Margaret Ryan. I 2ASEWING CLASS
Front Group—H. Waldron. V. fredrickion, L Batsctt, M Roscoc, C. Burnham
Back Group—C. Nal»on, M. A DrVay, M. Moudry, M. Wrick, J Pahl, G. Sheet , M. E. Long, F. Schmitz, R. Griffith , Mn. Dawton, M. J Haiwon, R Kurzebd, B Carey, F. Quint, M. t. Kelly
The Sewing Maids
And it came to pass when all things were in their course, many of us having in our hearts a love for the things of home life, sought how we might be trained to imitate the Valiant Woman of Holy Writ who took hold of the spindle and wrought by the counsel of her hands. And we provided ourselves with needles, and threads, and machines, and goods wherewith to practice our art. And guided by our valiant little Leader, we wrought many useful and beautiful garments wherewith to adorn ourselves and others in our homes. And having completed all, we held them up to the passers-by, and to our mothers, that they might see our good work, and be glad.
—Rita Reichart. I2ASitting—M Merrit, M. Clark, G. Hcinlein, M. L. McCarthy, J. Laughlin. J. And«r on, B. Efiekton, M. Wnck, V. Agrcn H. Waldron, M Stmoni Standing—D. Fischbach, T. Clark, 8. Chrinman, I. Andarion, E. Holtby, P. McCarthy, S. Ryan, A. Plouf, B. Leonard, M. Schaefer, M. Malloy, V. Faucett, A. Moudry, M. Arojtrong, M. McRobertt, S. Lange
The Music Classes gave many excellent recitals during the year. An interesting feature of the February program was the biographical tabloid of the composer and of the composition, given by Mary Agnes Wagner. In a recital, April twenty-sixth, Agnes Moudry played Pastorale. Scarlotti; Allegro Assai, Haydn; Polonaise A major. Chopin; The Pines, Matthew; Polinchinelle. Rachmaninoff. Ann Plouf played Sonata D major, first movement, Haydn; Two Preludes, Chopin; Impromptu, Schubert; Valse Caprice, Newland. Margaret Clark played Andante con variazione, Beethoven; Hark! Hark! the Lark, Schubert-Liszt; Maiden’s Wish, Chopin; Prelude, Sinding. Beatrice Erickson, violin, played Salute d'Amour. Elgar; Hungarian Dance No. 5, Brahms. Space will not take care of other programs.
GLEE CLUBART CLASS
Row 1—B Hitler II, D. OfJ»n, R Johnton, J. inrry Row 2—M C. w.lion, B. Brown, V. Bak r, C. Hirtwich Row 3—0. Chruhmn, H. T.wxl. M E. Kelly, B Rocheford
Now, when the days of rest had passed, we returned again to the Land of Learning. And knowing that art is a heavenly gift bequeathed to man, some among us sought out the Leader thereof; and we promised to spend some time with her daily. Under her guidance we drew, and we painted, and we worked with linoleum, and with clay: and we made many beautiful things, and we hung them on the walls of our studio: and with some of them we decorated this Memory Book. And we are striving to become perfect in this study, so that we may catch on canvas the tints of dawn, the beauties of landscape, and the changing moods of man.
—Virginia Baker, 12A
ART STUDIO"CORNEY TURNS THE TRICK"
Presented by the Senior Dramatic Class in November. Characters: Margaret Wilder, Josephine Gannon, Virginia Haase. Margaret Ryan, Carol Burnham. Lucille Bassett, Christine Kokesh, Grace Harrington, Betty Weller. Eleanor Gleason.
The Dramatic Art Class turned part of the spacious tunnel into a Studio for Stage Craft, where they spent Saturday mornings with great pleasure and profit.
DRAMATIC ART STUDIO
Senior members of the Dramatic Art Class are discussing their next play in the Studio."EVERYMAN"
Presented by the Senior Dramatic Class in March. Characters in this scene are: Betty Weller. Christine Kolcesh. Betty Kilday, Virginia Haase. Carol Burnham. Margaret Wilder, Patricia Nolan. Eleanor Gleason. Josephine Gannon, Betty Bergeon.
SCENES FROM EVERYMAN
At left is Margaret Wilder as Everyman, and Grace Harrington as Fellowship. At right is Christine Kolcesh at Knowledge, Margaret Wilder as Everyman, and Eleanor Gleason as Good-Deeds.
EVERYMAN IN HEAVEN
In this picture are: Christine Kolcesh, Margaret Ryan, Margaret Heney, Betty Bergeon, Betty Perkins, Patricia Nolan, Joan Burnham, Mary Agnes Wagner.We think Miss Odiorne gets as much pleasure out of these games as we do.
When winter comes Mr. Ryan. Ed Wolters. Leo Tucking and "Joe." our men. take great pleasure in flooding, freezing and caring for our skating rink.
What care we for snow and cold at noon hour on our skating rink?The time between supper and study seems too short when skating is in season.
We wish to express our gratitude to them for their interest in our winter sports, and we hope that when skating season comes again they will be here.
Just one of our healthful games in our spacious gymnasium.Memory Dates
SEPTEMBER tenth, back as Soniors, trying to bo dignified.
OCTOBER sixth. Senior Sun Light Hop for The Angelus." Octobor tenth. Archbishop brought the Papal Delegate to visit us. He gave us a free day. October eleventh, two Sisters, and Grace Harrington. Betty Weller. Eunice McNulty, Margaret Wilder and Margaret Ryan went to the National Press Convention, and the World’s Fair. The girls were chaperoned by Mrs. F. E. Harrington.
NOVEMBER first. Grace Harrington opened her home to a Tea and Style Show for "The Angelus." Over one hundred guests attended. Ten Seniors were delegates to the Minnesota Press Convention during the last week of November. November twenty-eighth, Junior High Carnival for ‘The Angelus."
DECEMBER, we sent Christmas baskets to tho poor. The Dramatic Art students gave a Christmas play.
JANUARY sixth, back after Christmas. High Mass and sermon by Father Brady. Then all is quiet preparing for tests.
"The Angelus" celebrated its second birthday last June, and is nearing its third. Each year it received all American rating, the highest honor offered by the National Scholastic Press Association. Make your best bow. this year, "Angelus."
■■FEBRUARY fifth. Aptitudes! Cooperatives! Enough said. February thirteenth, Mr. Hays gave "Little Women" and "The Three Little Pigs," movies for "The Angelus." This was followed by our Valentine Party.
MARCH—Lent. All quiet along school life, except for those in Everyman." Angelus Staff hard at work. March twenty-sixth, twenty-seventh, twenty-eighth, Retreat by Father Meagher—Very Memorable.
APRIL tenth, "The Broken Lullaby." "Mickey Mouse," and "The Funny Little Bunnies," movies, donated by Mr. Hayes for "The Angelus." Work on Angelus getting very tense. Grace Harrington. Editor-in-Chief. Rita Reichert, Assistant Editor, and Eleanor Gorham. Editor of Type, working long hours. April twenty-fifth—Joy! Mr. Thielen has "The Angelus" dummy!
MAY thirteenth, Class Play. May sixteenth, Freshman Day. May twenty-fourth, Junior-Senior. Everything mysterious, but we found the date.
JUNE fourth, Class Day. June fifth, Baccalaureate at High Mass.
JUNE SIXTH. GRADUATION!
The Academy was placed on the accredited list of the North Central Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools. The announcement was first made at the convention of the Association held in Chicago, the last week in April.
—Faith Quint. I2A —Christine Kokesh, I2A
The Class of Nineteen Thirty-Two
Hail, and Greetings! Schoolmates of Yesteryear. It gives us pleasure to dedicate this page of "The Angelus" to our Alumnae, the pioneer classes of Holy Angels. We rejoice to note that two of our graduates have followed the Master's call. Rose Marie Caron is Sister Mary Ephrem, and Blanche Lord is Sister Anna Mary. Both are at St. Joseph's novitiate in St. Paul.
It is gratifying and encouraging to see that so many of our Alumnae are pursuing higher education in various institutions. Mary Jessen, Mary Craig. Mary Kay Foley. Dorothy Helm. Madeline Henle. and Mary Storch are students at the College of St. Catherine. Evelyn Murdock is at St. Benedict's.
At the University of Minnesota are Rhoda Jane Campbell. Josephine Cassidy, Ann Marie Clarey, Imogene Lang, Barbara McCarthy, Jayne Rauen, Betty McMahon, Thelma Ployart, and Regina Parent. Bernice Ellis is attending the University of Maryland, and Rose Carroll is at the Winona Normal.
Those training for nursing are Rosemary Puriton. at St. Joseph's Hospital, Louise Reese at St. Mary's, and Grace Crawford at some hospital in Canada.
Rose Mario Caron Sister Mary EphromThe Class of Nineteen Thirty-Three
Five are attending Business Schools in the city. They are Mary Kay McCarthy.
Betty Roche. Mary Katherine Gannon, Gertrude Schuster, and Kathleen Murphy.
Annabel Cronkhite is studying at the Commercial Art Academy, and Genevieve Heinlein is continuing her music at Holy Angels. Evelyn Nieson and Mary Kay Reiter are taking classes at Vocational High School.
A few of the girls are filling positions in the Twin Cities. They are Mary Connor,
Betty Fortwengler, Dorothy Hibbard. Betty Jacobson. Ruth LeTendre. and Gale Reynolds.
Three of our graduates have made homes of their own. Nancy Stafford, as Mrs.
Carl Lenander, Mary Green, as Mrs. Kenneth Blair, and Marcella Ruff, as Mrs.
At home are Clara Knapp. Arline Miller. Mary Dea, Margaret Doerfler. Julia Peterson. Joan Helk. Valdez Mulligan. Mary Pendergast, Margaret Coursalle. and Jeanne McCaffrey.
The Angelus Staff extends best wishes to each memb3r of our dear Alumnae.
—Christine Kokesh. I2A —Kathryn Thro. I2A
Blanche Lord Sistor Anno Marv
GRADE SCHOOLTHE BOY JESUS
Fifth and Sixth Grades
And our Home Room is Nazareth, the best of all. because Christ stayed so long. And we keep busy about the little house and shop. Jean Steckler. Jean Broker and Mary Moore help get the meals; Joan Laughlin waits on table; Mary Alice Mc-Gough and Gloria Nurombourg wash the dishes; Marjorie Merritt and Frances Erickson make the beds; Mary Lou McCarthy and Patricia Nolan, and Agnes Savage help Mary to sew and spin; Elizabeth Bade. Marion Lloyd-Jones, and Lucille Rice feed the doves, and water the flowers in the garden. And so we keep busy with the Christ Child while we grow in learning and virtue.
Third and Fourth Grades
And our Home Room is Egypt, and we are little Egyptians who went to meet the holy Family when they came into exile. And we gave them a great welcome. And when they were settled among us, we planted flower gardens around their home—the flowers that meant virtues we would practice. Norma Lee Crane.
Gloria Steinhardt, and Jeanne ___
Bodeaux planted forget-me-which mean piety. Betty Davis, Ruth Spratt, and Audry Harrington made a garden of roses to show their love; Mary Jane Gauswitz, Marguerite Carey. and Patricia Lynch planted violets, to speak their humility;
Margaret Leary and Mary Catherine Geimer planted a bed of narcissis, which mean truthfulness: Margaret Ahern, and Rita Ann Rottering planted carnations, which mean obedience. And our gardens are blooming, and our virtues are growing for Him.Primary Room
Now our Home Room we have chosen to call Bethlehem, and we help Mary and Joseph to watch over the little Infant King. Joanne Meehan offers Him her much-loved curls. Barbara Lynch offers her little heart, broken on account of her lost pet dog. Joanne Storch gives Him her toy dog and her bunny rabbit to play with. Patty Gill speaks pieces to Him, and invites Him to her doll tea parties. Theresa Pirtle dabbles in her paints, and shows Him colored pictures. Isabelle Molan lets Him play with her doll, and shares with Him her goodies. Joanne Gardiner loves to read stories to Him. And so we all serve Him. Who said of us: ’’Of such is the kingdom of Heaven."
Primary Music Class
And here we are. the little music lovers who play and sing the songs that angels sing, and that little girls sing too. Betty Davis is at the piano. Audry Harrington is at the blackboard. Margaret Ahern, Norma Lee
Crane, Jean Broker, Patricia Leary, Marguerite Carey. Isabelle Molan, Theresa Rose Pirtle. are in the first row. reading from left. Marjorie Merritt, Rita Ann Rottering, Mary Lou McCarthy, Jean Laughlin, and Gloria Steinhardt are in the back row. And we hope some day to sing in heaven with the angels who sang at Bethlehem.Rita Reichert Aiiiitont Editor-in-Chief took groat pleasure in building tho dummy.
Within the past two years, about two thousand dollars. in gifts of one hundred dollars each, was given by personal friends to individual Sisters, to be used as tuitions for worthy girls.
A set of Harvard Classics, fifty-one volumes. DeLuxe Alumni Edition, was given for the library by Mr. and Mrs. Eugene P. Melady of Omaha.
A beautiful Movie Curtain was presented by the Dramatic Art Class.
The Chemistry Club gave several gifts to their laboratory.
The Parent-Teacher Association gave ten dollars to help publish "The Angelus."
Mr. and Mrs. L. H. Bigelow donated a year's subscription to "Fortune" and "Time."Mother Eugenia deep interest and sympathy To our Adviser for the success of "The Angelus"
All Sisters for splendid cooperation and many kind helps To Sister Mary Ruth and the Junior High for the Carnival Art Class for many decorations
Weston Corporation for excellent engravings, and splendid service Mr. Miller of Weston for patient and kindly attention The North American Press for splendid covers.
Zinsmaster's exceptionally good photographs Miss Finn and Miss Carlson courteous attention Mr. Bernsten splendid groups Mr. Thielen high quality press work
Parent-Teacher Association encouragement and donation All Patrons and Advertisers for their generous assistance
Rev. George E. Carlin Rev. Peter Schmitz Rev. Leo Gleason Rev. John J. Cullinen Rev. P. J. Meyer
Judge, and Mrs. Mothias Baldwin Dr. and Mrs. F. E. Harrington Grace Harrington Dr. Pierre N. Regnier
Dr. Leo Murphy
Dr. J. M. Hayes
Dr. Fred S. Meyer
Dr. Thomas Ryan
Mr. and Mrs. Eugene P. Melady
Mrs. H. B. Warren
Mrs. W. J. Maher
Mr. Theodore Hays
Ohio Picture Company
Drake Marble Company Josephine Gannon Germaine Frey Catherine Lally Joan DeVoy Mary Jane Kenney Beth Sheets Ethel LangfordPRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
Hail to Our Champion
We hail you. Champion Leader of us all! God's answer to our troubled nation's call. Announced by party to be true and wise,
And masterful in every enterprise.
Election doomed you to achievements bold: Intrepidly and bravely you took hold:
Gigantic programs you have mastered well. While strikes and riots calmly you did quell.
All praise! all honor. Roosevelt, to you.
For rifting clouds, and showing heav'ns blue; For solving tangled problems with such care That lifted downcast masses from despair.
Our Nation’s Savior. Christ-like, noble, grand. In veneration, at your feet we stand.
—Mary Jane Kenney. I2A
Roosevelt, Man of the People
Inauguration Day was void of cheer:
In many hearts and eyes all hope was dead. Contrast with that the spirit of this year:
A Forward March with Roosevelt at our head.
He swept through doubts, and swiftly won esteem. The nation rose with reawakened hope To follow him. our leader grand, supreme In conquest of the wonders in his scope.
There were and are a pessimistic few
Who balk at deeds of strength. His measures must
Soon win their faith. A better day is due;
Great remedies are close at hand. All trust.
All praise to Roosevelt! We united, call This President the greatest of them all!
—Yvonne Broenen, I2ASt. Joseph’s Hospital
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