Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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30 LILIUM CONVALLIUM iiAfter much deliberation, Colors rich were then selected, Hearts of many beat with envy, Throbbed at sight of the lavender and gold When the gold and lavender they saw; Throbbed with envy when they saw them, Wished they too, were Seniors Eight. ttFrom the iSophsi there came a challenge, Called them all to basketball, And the more they strove and struggled, Led by Margaret they grew strong, Won an overwhelming Victory. iiWhen the time came for debating, Seniors Eight, fought bravely, nobly, Gladys and Frances argued strongly, Sophomores cried out in wonder: Out cried Sophomores in wonder: iBravely have you wrestled with usf itThis the story little children, This the tale of Seniors Eight, Be ye ever true and faithful, True and faithful, eien as they are? Straightway Owlet ceased from speaking. Stillness reigned a full half minute; Awed by tales of such achievement, Speech or song forsook the fairies, Then rang out the elfin Chorus, Chorus clear, and sweet, and mellow: iiHonor bring to Seniors Eight, Crown them now with wreaths 0f laurel! Hail them far with palms of victory, Never will a class compare? -Marie OiDay, ,19. wish to see. lied at her for a momei :qoagain. . t dear sir, said Berti gihshehad received the t gitady; but I can return I: :trplexity. . 'sir; come into the kitcht apressed his gratitude at t iwork in the kitchen aftt hhitll with the friendly c t. there did you come answered the old man, Ihtd Bertha. iiThat is, though her this mome thug about his parents. t ..rnshetooked at the old ii'husbandis father, mv f z.Wfthe same crimef; i 19 front door bell rang eatashe. She received .h the iith . me. trembhng VOice ???helooked at her 9001' 01 saidthe man from -t

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, who was not afr' ; . 31d ll; ned enthusnastic lettersia nt of child laboretheu1 usband's bedside. The; n and again his wifetold 1 who it was that hadf pers, and consequentlyt: n a yellow envelope. H erwhelming majority.-I her Was it an insultlo. im. She told him that: gratitude. And by thew 1d sometimes with goat 1; Hugh had won withlag ether they knelt in Sllrt iful noise; brassbandsl. is bedside to meet thef Laid, ttI cannot quitebeh: tered, ttLove always 17113 ,meCM LILIUM CONVALLIUM Class History Nestled in the High School tower, Was an owlet wise and knowing, Owlet blinking, ever blinking, Owlet thinking, ever thinking, Dreaming of the days gone by. In the quiet of the evening, In the moonlight pale and silvery, As the stars began to twinkle, Owlet spoke and broke the stillness, Spoke unto the graveyard fairies. ttList ye now, my little children; List to the tales of weight and glory, How a class so wise and wondrous Lived a life of real endeavor, In these honored halls of learning. ttSo ,twas noticed that they mastered Every obstacle perplexing, As they journeyed 0n thru High School; As they delved in books for knowledge, Each defeat they made a triumph. ttTh'us the class was gladly welcomed, Sought by all the upper classmen; Sought by all, as friends and helpers, Sooner than it was the custom, In the High Schools and the Convent. ttThis is the story, little children, This the tale of Seniors Eight. Be ye ever true and faithful, True and faithful, eten as they arett Straightway Owlet ceased from speaking. Stillness reigned a full half minute; Awed by tales of such achievement Speech and song forsook the fairies. Then rang out an elfin chorus, Chorus clear, and sweet, and mellow: ttHonor bring to Seniors Eight, Crown them now with wreaths 0f laurel! Hail them far with palms of Victory, Never will a class compare. ttFlora sang with mirth and laughter, Tables groaned with feast and plenty, When these Seniors gave a party; All were there from great to smallest, Clara Jacques t0 Agnes Pottage. ttSoon they held their own class meeting, Monica Morely and Helen Henry, Worthy otiicers were chosen, And both of these fulfilled their oIIice, Both endeared themselves to classmates.

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l usf Ire, speaking. ute; ant, ies, Now: If laurel! ory, may, 19. LILIUM CONVALLIUM The Daughter-in-Law Translated from German-Die Schwiegertochter. Frank, the son of a poor farmer, had been allowed to study, on account of his talents and dlllgence, at the expense of his pastor and rich benefactors. After finishing his studies he held a responsible position at Vienna, where he was beloved by all. His wife was the daughter of a famous and very wealthy doctor. They lived happily together, and still several times his wife saw how he betrayed a great uneasiness. This was always the case after a plainly dressed farmer had been with him for a few minutes in his office. Every time his wife asked him who the old man was he gave her the evasive answer, ttA relative. ttThis must be changed? his wife said to herself. ttI must investigate the matter. After a few weeks, Bertha, for this was the wife,s name, was busy in the kitchen; the glass door leading to the hall opened and the old man came in. Bertha, looking at him, sharply asked, WVhom do you wish to seeiw The old man looked at her for a moment quite bewildered and frightened, then stam- mered, ttI-I-rather go again? ttNo, certainly not, dear sirft said Bertha, blushing, for she was ashamed of the busi- nesslike way in which she had received the old man. ttDo you wish to speak to my hus- band? ttI-yes, gracious lady; but I can return later? said the old man, in whose face was depicted pain and perplexity. ttNo, stay, dear sir; come into the kitchen, and be seated; my husband may return any minute? The old man expressed his gratitude at the kindness of the lady. He sat down, and the lady continued her work in the kitchen after she had offered him a glass of wine. After a while she turned to him with the friendly question: ttYou must be tired; you must have come a great distance. Where did you come from, if I may askiw ttFrom Jodlina? answered the old man, hesitatinglv. ttJodlina? answered Bertha. ttThat is, if I am not mistaken, my husbandis birthplace? A thought went through her this moment as quick as lightning. Her husband had never told her anything about his parents. Could this old maneshe didn,t dare to finish the thought, but when she looked at the old man again, she had to say to herself: ttYes, he is no other than my husbandis father, my father-in-law. My husband is ashamed of him and suspects me guilty of the same crime? At this moment the front door bell rang. Lady Bertha went quickly to open the door for her husband, for it was he. She received him with a serious look and led him into the parlor. ttFrankf, said she with trembling voice and tears in her eyes, ttFrank, you have not dealt honestly with me? Pale and frightened, he looked at her. ttIn the kitchen is a poor old man from Jodlinaf she continued. ttFrom Jodlinaiw said the husband, almost fainting with fright. iiYes, from your birthplace, and may I know who it isiw ttBerthaW ttYou are silent, so I myself will tell you, Frank, it is your old father. By our marriage he became my father also, and you are ashamed of him and treat him thus? And with the greatest sympathy she continued: ttFrank, I must reproach you bitterly. You do not place as much confidence in me as I may expect: you are misjudging me; you think me proud and vain. What else could induce you to keep your father,s position a secret from me? This old, simple farmer, who resembles you so much, can be no one else but your father. But instead of sitting at the table with us as a father, he stands there pushed aside, embarrassed and sad. He must feel very bad about it, and you, none the less, on account of the reproaches and disquietude of your conscience? . Her husbandts eyes filled with tears. ttForgive, dear Bertha; I have not acted rightly. I thought you were proud because I am. 7 31