DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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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

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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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A f . QUVILLI if NX Frances Levy has always aspired to supremacy in the surgical field, and I see her in the far future, a bone specialist. From the days of her early youth, when she amputated legs of frogs, she always followed the tendency of specializing in bone treatment. She is noted for the ease and painless methods by which she amputates a limb, and it is said that her patients need no anaesthetics, because of her natural gift for keeping people unmindful of their pains and aches. Alice Lehde modestly listened to the wise words of the Veiled Une. I see beautiful gardens surrounded by stately hedges, I see green lawns encircled by picturesque walks, adorned by arbors and trellises. The background consists of stately oaks and pines, presenting an irregular outline against the expansive sky. In this trysting place of all the beauties of nature lives Alice Lehde, landscape gardener. Efficiently she carefully conceives, plans and executes. Her gardens are the most beautiful in the suburbs of Naples, and every year artists come to paint the glorious vistas of sunken gardens, and eliin pools, entrancing in their cool translucencyf' Marie Pendergast will become the wife of the champion golfer of the United States, and for the first time the Prophet addressed the hearer directly. You will scarcely recognize yourself as the years go by, Marie, because your husband's enthus' iasm for sports will kindle the flame long dormant within you, and you, too, will rival the best in good sportsmanship. The prophet hesitated, his gleaming eyes piercing the shimmering veil cast over his face. How enviously he scrutinized each fair young woman, so full of hope and Zeal for the future. But quickly he resumed his majestic appearance and conf tinued as Margaret Crotty entered that sanctuary. , Margaret Crotty is a composer-in-embryo. For her I see great possibilities as the leader of a new movement in the musical world. Her new note is 'symphonic jazzf All of the greatest composers will humble themselves before her. I see her dominating the old Italian school, making for her land of the free a most cherishec' reputation. Loyola O'Hagan, proceeded the voice, will always remain peaceable and unrufiled. Her life will be even as a summer's day, no clouds, no winds, no StOrm. Iioyola, contrary to her own expectations, will write. Her chief interests are educaf tional, however, and I see her, not so many years hence, revising Parker's text on Methods, having been deeply impressed by his lack of emphasis upon the spiritual phase of education. Again the prophet spake: I see Jane White, a philanthropist, a co-worker with Agnes Creahan in the great movement for the enlightenment' of African women. With her confidential smile, she goes into the densest portions of that dark continent, and even as Pestalozzi will be known as the mother of the dark people of the darker continent. Ogaretta McHugh followed Jane in this intriguing discernment of the future. I see Ogaretta McHugh, a lovely matron, and the mother of twins, a boy and a girl. .She married the man she loved who proved to be a Greek prince in disguises, one of those princes of noble birth, but dethroned through a series of popular rebel' lions. But I see a crown, I see the monarchy of Greece a re-established fact and Ogaretta-yes-Ogaretta is now the queen of Greece! 52