DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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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

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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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.1 . 0uv1LL1 c DI' THB 91 AN 193-ZX the course of her entire career. I see her a whitefhaired, dignified lawyer, not ll h f tact with the many diverse accidents of life, but sweet and gracious ars rom con through complete understanding of human nature, its weaknesses and its many defects. She looks every criminal unflinchingly in the eye, and possesses the reputation of having heard more complete confessions from hard-hearted lawfbreakers than any other member of her profession. Margaret Murray followed in this strange I see Margaret Murray in the streets of Tokio, and with her is a tall, white' clad figure. It is --------, but I cannot say, for atmist descends, and I am in a rambling garden in America. There Margaret, madcap as ever, is romping with three tiny tots. Marie Sullivan next stoo I see Marie Sullivan the wife of a playwright and director. Her husband is intensely interested in her portrayal of character. She is now being featured in the success of the season, 'Little Miss Marie,' her husband's play. Dolores, glancing about surreptitiously for some chance doorway, reluctantly heard her destin The scene changes, an see is in the American Embassy in Madrid, for Dolores' husband is a diplomat, and Dolores is now a gracious hostess who charms the hearts of all. Isabel Clement submitted to the' evolution of the future with the calm always characteristic of her. Slowly the prophet continued in his uncanny way. I see Isabel Clement, a quaint creature in a lovely old'fashioned garden. There ll . tl , multicolored hollyhocks and the fragrant she moves about among the ta , sta ey movement of each little bee as he busily buzzes his supping of the sweet nectar. Isabel is a beekeeper. and a philosopher, and the buzzing of the bees, the l all tend to create the right atmos- unfolding of the future. d before this mystic and credulously heard him say, y. d I the demure Dolores in far'off Castile. The setting roses, eagerly watching the way from flower to flower, She is naturally a dreamer sighing of the winds and the rustling of the eaves phere for this little genius. Barbara George, more dignifie t an was beating with leaps and bounds, followed. I see Barbara George, the famous cerebrologist. As an outcome of her keen l d b cause of 1 heated argument one day in a, certain enjoyment of psycho ogy an e . class in science, she has determinedly set about conciliating the organization of the . - . . . 1 d h ever, although we knew that her heart folds of Rolando with the formulated laws of Einstein. The world is anticipanty holding its breath. . Julia Carey, her shellfrimmed glasses ajar, joined the group of enlightened ones Again in that deep resonant voice the Prophet continued: I see julia Carey the editor of the Dublin Review, a monthly of reputable fame. Youthful writers await in terror for the pronouncement of doom upon their innocent heads. Julia is 3 well-known critic, and the writing world receives and preserves her criticisms as Sh ' ver intimate friend of Chesterton and is cofoperating with him priceless. e IS a y in the publication of a tremendous work entitled 'The Rise and Fall of Lltefature ' ' 'ht ol from 4,000 B. C. to 1925 A. D., complete in fortyfeig v umeg, Frances Levy jocosely parted from her fellowfsufferers to See what the hazy future had in store for her. 51