DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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THB f X' X f . Quvxru g 51- Ei.. And now, there remained to them as to jason in days of old a few more trials before they should have shown themselves worthy to go out and fight. But these tasks were severe, for they must conquer Ethics and Methods, vanguards of the ' bd the descendants of General Psy, scourge of finals, and again they must su ue and of General Soc, who had banded themselves together under the leadership of the warrior SocfPsy. But in these times there came to pass a strange thingg for there came a day when there was no sun, and all was dark as night. Many were terrified and fled to the hills, but these intrepid ones stayed on, some exposing themselves even to hardships and dangers in order that they might go out, and teach the people the nature and the cause of these phenomena, so that they might be without fear in the face of the strange things of nature. And presently too, they made merry with those of the third Council who were then at the time of their SunfDance. Each year there had come to them a wise man from afar off, a black robe, who spoke to them words of counsel and of wisdom and of hope, and who brought them the message of the Great Spiritg and they sought to know His will for many of them were seeing visions of farfoif things. And for three days all was silence and peace, but even in this very peace, they accomplished their greatest fighting, and they laid up in their hearts strength that should stand them in good stead in the days to come. And when they went again into the turmoil many carried with them small, quiet, happy thoughts. During their first days about the Senior Camp Fire, one, led by her visions, had gone from them to dwell forever in the Tabernacle of the Eternal, called by mortal tongue Carmel. And now again there were many concerns. For they must be about the prepara' tions of memorials and the completion of their chronicles, in order that future generations might read on the stone tablets the record of what they had clone and had sought to do. And again many were perturbed about what road they should choose through the new country. In these days too, many were feting them, even as they had done in former times, and in the joy, there was a shadow of sorrow, for partings are sad. h ranted a token of accomplishment and of rank, and this In these days t ey were g , same was a seal, which was placed upon the hand of each. It was decreed that when they should have fulfilled the last mighty task-Afacing the last great onslaught E -th re should be a festival of seven days and seven nights, at of the June xams e the end of which time they would set bravely out upon their separate ways, some l ' l. travelling close together, some far apart, but all toward the same gorious goa Though they pleaded: Time, you old Gypsy Man, XVo'n't you please stay? Put by your caravan, he would not. ,lUSi for ll dw, And so, they were content, that it should be so, only hoping that they might be worthy to carry the standards entrusted to them, and confident in their hearts that they could nevergbe completely estranged from the Temple. For they knew lk ' ' th ll lo ed laces full well that their spirits would oft return to wa again in e we v p of happy memories. MARGARET MURRAY 49

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i T- Tm: SJSX .s 1 HIHI , Y v.cQUVILLIANI In the early days certain of those who had now achieved the dignity of sitting in the supreme inner Council, Senior, went off in a fragile bark exploring nearby lands. They made their way even to the shores of a strange country where the people spoke an unknown tongue, that was strange to all save one Loyola, who was exceedingly well versed in this same language, and who interpreted for her companions what the natives said. These same were most kind to them, and at length they came to a civilized port, one Fort Erie, and there they spent the Sabbath. But at length they were convinced that they should return with all speed to their own land lest the greatest and most feared of all people thereabouts, proctors, should fall upon them, and destroy them, cutting them to bits as was their barbarous custom. Soon after this came a momentous day in their livesg and it was the last golden day of autumn. After sunrise they set out, making their way to where the great cliffs rose above the lapping blue waves of the BigfSea Waters, and there was a mighty spectacle as they made merry. All day they splashed in the Waters, and lay upon the sandy shore. And they feasted on roots which they roasted in hot ashes, and on game which they held on pointed sticks over roaring flames. As the dusk came on they prepared to return to the home fires. After this last orgy of frivolity they decided to put from them all childishness. It was the Death Dance of their youth. On the seventh day after this then, they were solemnly invested with the ceremonial robes of state, and took their places in the inner circle. And on the diaz sat the Princess Celina, and below Margaret of the' tribe of Murray, and to the right was Marie of the tribe of Sullivan, whose birthplace called to mind stringed harps and dancing fairies, and on the left was Dolores, she who came from the place of silvery waters. And in the great Council Hall, there stood one Agnes of the tribe of Creahan, and near her was Jane, whose tribe was White. And now there was dignity and solemnity in the bearing of these of the inner and smallest circle, yet they put not gayety from their lives, but soughtfto be as a beacon, guiding those who were yet far down in the council ranks. And those who had come but recently to the Temple regarded them with awe and reverence. Now, while it was good that they should do so, yet the exalted ones wished that it might be known that they saw and noted these lesser beings and welcomed them to their midst. And so it was that they prepared the autumn carnival where they frolicked together with the spirits 'mid the swirling leaves. Now at this time when the year was drawing to a close, it was fitting that all should offer thanks for the fruits of the harvest, and hence a great pageant was held, as was wont each year, that should commemorate the deeds of their ancestors, and should fire all with new zeal, should spur them on to fresh efforts, being withal a thing of beauty. And this was called A Rose O' Plymouth Town, a pageant beyond all others as this Senior Camp Fire rose above all Camp Fires gone before. fini herein did. the Princess Celina and many of her braves hold forth and charm a earts. Soon, before one could have believed it, they had made the last winter pilgrimage to their home lands and had returned to confront for the last time plague of the Mid Years, mighty in which was Hist. of the tribe of Ed., he who had darkened the days of many, keeping them even from Sheas by day, and from sleep by night. 48

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a . gUVILL ? DI 'Ames Uhr ilanh Eegnnh the lirezent Prompted by an insatiable curiosity and desirous of the ultra-modern thrills twentyffive curious young people set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Prophet. journcying through lands, some beautiful in their antiquity and civilization, others beautiful in their rugged, awe-inspiring, uncivilized aspects, they were attracted by the dazzling blue of the Indian Ocean itself, and fascinated by the mysterious, beckoning land on the farfoff horizon. They turned their tiny barque east to the land of India, the home of the Veiled Prophet. Swiftly and softly across the mirror of sparkling water flew the boat to the land of the star- gazers and foretellers of the future, the beautiful shores presenting rising and falling contours suggestive of river beds either worn away by constant weathering or beds newly made by young and spirited streams. The winds were breathing low, and all the air a mysterious stillness held. Everything tended to arouse the imagination and to make susceptible their young minds to the words of the Veiled Prophet: In that delightful Province of the Sun, The first of Persian lands he shines upon, Where all the loveliest children of his beam, Flowerets and fruits, blush over every stream And fairest of all streams, the Murga roves Among Merou's bright palaces and groves- Therc on that throne, to which the blind belief Of millions raised him, sat the Prophet Chief, The great Mokanna. O'er his features hung The Veil, the Silver Veil which he had flung In mercy there, to hide from mortal sight His dazzling brow, till man could bear its light. One by one each of the twentyffive, trembling in fear and wonder, approached this glistening spectacle, to await the verdict of that thunderous voice emanating from the prophetic sanctuary. ' Agnes Creahan, courageously and dauntlessly in virtue of her days of soverf eignity over vital, normal, healthy girls, entered the magic chamber and calmly heard her fate. The Great Mokanna spake as if addressing an assembly of judges, critically weighing each syllable, slowly and deliberately. Agnes Creahan will, as the result of her experience with those irresponsible girls, become the dean of women in the College for the young Africans, a new movement which will have its greatest impetus under the philanthropist and dean's cofworker, Jane White. Agnes bowed her head, philisophizing within her soul and concluding that since the women of Africa. have to do the work anyway why should they not be educated and taught to organize government and modernize their land? Agnes remained in the chamber of mysteries and Celina Killeen next proceeded to hear her fate. I see a very bright future for Celina Killeen. Although she has prepared for teaching, certain tendencies will make themselves manifest, which will change 70