Mount Notre Dame High School - Mountain Lore Yearbook (Reading, OH)

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Geen Miss Catherine Hess Miss Genevieve Higi Miss Dorothy Hirn Mrs. Mary Jones Miss Jeannette Kasper Mr. Patrons Reverend Richard Cartwright, C.S.P Reverend Erasmus Gangler, C.P.P.S. Reverend J. Volk Reverend Charles Wiederhold Mr. Clement J. Barnhorn Mrs. "Ethel Barrymore" Colt Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Norris Patrons Miss R. M. Koellsch Mr. and Mrs. Harold Krell Mr. and Mrs. Frank Kunkel Mr. R. Mallenkaph Miss Marie Matthews Miss Lydia Miller Mrs. Rose Moormann Miss Mary Mossett Mr. and Mrs. john Mueller Mr. and Mrs. E. W. Muth Mrs. A. D. Newland Mr. D. J. O'Brien Mrs. B. T. Palmer Mr. and Mrs. P. Prato Mr. and Mrs. Harry Runda Mrs. Stella Schlaudecker Mr. and Mrs. joseph B. Verkamp Mr. and Mrs. E. T. Weakley Mr. and Mrs. F. J. Wenstrup Mrs. Natalie West Mr. and Mrs. Ira Wyant and Mrs. J. L. Kennedy 6 GUNTAIN LQRE VOLUME NUMBER FIVE 1930 YJ s ef' 1 'W Q: 'F f -,JJ Published by THE GRADUATING CLASS Of MOUNT NOTRE DAME ACADEMY READING f OHIO ds- ff mwihfwq' fe e i Maple Avenue 8 Chapel Entrance 9 K. , .EL .5 Orchafd Scenes 10 Qofntents '-9P"4Q' CLASSES ALUMNAE SECTION ORGANIZATIONS MUSIC DRAMATICS ATHLETICS CALENDAR LITERARY HUMOR l 4 ' - 4 Y A 12 1 1 ,ia 1 1 1 1 1 1 Foreword 1 Some day you will he old And hunger for lost youth, With all its wild desire And constant quest for truth. Grown ey and satisfied, 1 ' 1' You willrremember when 1 A You challenged life, and thought X All You could outstrip all meq. W .This book will lead you ba-lck Through Time's mad, muddled IIIBZB, To all the old delights 1 1 0f those glad, wondrous days, ' When you were very yourlg, And met life withsurprisd, ' With courage in your heart And wonder-gleaming eyed. '- 1 at W , .. ,ri , l xv. .if 43 1 1 1 13 1 . ,xl 1 1 Y , I lm 517' 7 l N F n E 14 I To Our Directress Sister Margaret Aloysius There is no gift that we can give to you, No full expression of our gratitude, Beside our love the finest Words sound crude' There is no song or poem, old or new, That can convey the message we would send. We need the lyric lightness of a stream, A height of vision, depth of mystic dream, And all the grace and beauty God can lend. 9 These gifts have been withheld, so Mountain Lore Essays to tell you what We cannot sayi The fond affection of our hearts, much more Than gratitude alone, we know no way Save this: to sing as Dante would have sung, Had genius been denied his facile tongue. 15 ! 1 A A 16 With sentiments of sincere gratitude, the staff of the NineteenfThirty MOUNTAIN LORB acknowledges the countless favors bestowed upon the student body by Sister Mary Saint Louise. During her eight years at The Mountain she rendered us the gracious services of mother, guide, and friend. The memory of her genial manner and of the unfailing interest shown in each pupil delights us in reminiscence. Our appreciation will jind voice in the prayer that God will bless her career with success and her days with the joy of graces hitherto un' known. 17 , I4 1 I, uf' ff , mf, Q 1 f7 mf. 'M 1 'ff Q .51 ,gfqlmwqx , WWNk5W?LliEwkvww W , f 5' y.X YwllfQ,XN 'gl Jx ,fe in I ji f 'mf ww J ff . y, f2ff1vf P , 'aM.w0smSp!f?4 i-i544 L X.?.M,: gg? I XS X Xlfgggghkfrlifgiz-,Il Ev - gf, lk max Q Pffqg , :ful Lk N wh 1 f . Q? ,f 0, 1: gg' -,j:.,- ff ll! L f-Ni ,Fig .fffg QR ,j!44S4.,g. w 'X ' - Y "1 vrfla M, Ju, !,, f 'Dj e lx , ff f J avg la, -ff ,4'4v fl 75,16 7 ' A' . x . ,ffm V nm'-- ' ' f 1 . ZLIJ -wi , , 2-5 5 .gk ,- 1,225 fi?" ff 1 Qpfivffxf 'gr - -Q3--Qy ' ,, f 7 ' ' 5... -,ff x-if V wr t f ' ,f K' fy ,ff ' ,ae : ,,-5 Q Q" 'F 19: .zu r 'E 5 E L, nk I3 Pegasus, Winged horse, Flying riderless through the sky, Let your image be before me, Let the beat of your hoofs be ringing in my ear Pegasus, Fleetfhoofed, Wingedfhoofed, Lend me your wings, Let me mount you. Pegasus, Symbol of flight, Let me, too, be a symbol. Let me never forget "Ad astra per asperaf' I9 'N Class Poem God, let our lives be constant quest, Like Artaban's, who saw a star by nightg Let us strive on against earth's mystic might, Yet not refuse to fill a heart's request. Let us have faith like that believing crew, Who, heedless of the elements that warred, Crossed the wild Flemish waters with their Lord Grant us their simple faith and trust in You. God, let our lives be an unceasing flight Through myriad mazes of oncoming yearsg Our eyes be fixed beyond all earthly sight, Our vision dimmed by soulfdeep, holy tears. God, let us ever seek, but never find. Temper us, Lord, according to Your Mind. " ? 45. -fy' ss c '7 .6 Z 'ig m . ik ' l lsfy 'Q ,gl ' . CY Q 911 , 'V 5 . 1" 'w , ' x f ,i ff f P K fx 20 LORETTA COSGROVE Cloudy skies first, 'rainbows after. Her Irish wit and Irish laughter Play a deep and pulsing part On the keystrings of each heart. She can smile and make all glad, She can sigh and make all sad. In gold alone can the worth be weighed Of a cheery friend like this merry maid '21 GERTRUDE GERWE If you see a girl like Peter Pan Wearing uniform of tan, Tripping the light fantastic toe In a place she shouldn't, you may know It isn't Peter Pan at all. It's Gertrude dancing in the hall With measured step and irnpish smile. 'They're very few she can't beguile. 22 Iwi AILEEN JONES 'Though "jones" is classed as a common name Aileen will rise to uncommon fame, For like Orphan Annie through weal and woe, She keeps a bright face, so none can know Whether behind the blue of her eyes Is hidden the hue of darker skies. The Lord no greater gift can send Than to have that girl, Aileen, for friend. Z3 MARY MARGARET MCGU IRE A hard, hard head and a warm, warm heart, A taste for both, the sweet and tart. Well balanced as a girl should be, Her eyes have trained themselves to see Reality and its true worth Compared with other things of earth. Her wit, her sense, and love conspire To 'make her near the soul's desire. 24 NORMA MEYER Though the're's a complex in her talk Determinatiorfs in her walk. She decides a thing, then sees it through And oh, I pity me and you If we should get across her way When she is in a rush some day. Still, all in all, she's very good. More would be like her, if they could. 25 VIRGINIA MILLITZER Sensitive to a degree Not understood by you or me, Glad to help a friend who needs Kind words to heal a heart that bleeds Looking out through soft blue eyes With a vague but strong surmise That all of life must be as fair, As is her own sweet, lovely share. 26 GRETCHEN NARDINE Brown sparkling eyes, a wistful smile, Which all unwittingly beguile, Reveal rare traits in this coy maid For whom, it seems, the world was made For howsoever sad her plight, Somehow she will come out all right, And leave behind the bold impress Of what she did to win success. I l ALICE PEXTON Long ago when girls had tresses And wore wide, fullfskirted dresses, Alice might have been a queen With a truly regal mien. Instead she is more up to dateg She is a royal sophisticate, Who meets the world with manly eyes Beneath a lady's meek disguise. 28 LILLIAN RUNDA In all she does she's quite at ease. She seldom fails to win and please Because she has a happy way Of always knowing what to sayg Or else she listens with such grace That animation's in her face. Charm and gentility innate Have blessed this favored graduate. 29 The Graduates as Babies 30 ' yf ' x -, ' ' my ?'4 :gi-mm. . 5 Z2IfIf"' i :A uw' c 3- H f"' W ' r A ln' fl l N A IIUI I-I ff llllll ' ' M55 r v , 'K alq " KH NV' 3 in F 4 I Y ,dl f :Al . 4 un' 5 !11'l T", A' I H" X INN' LLL 1' P1 ' f nn i X x Q A X g A N g XXX nhhn' xx :ww S ff 1 "1 ff , . f 1' T ffifr- I J , k Al f- ' . O -4,'-'SL ' -V' if wa' nxll j Q , W ,A ig, 1 l Y L im Nm , , Zflfmfin I 1 ,,, If :qi , 1 -. 1 K i x I------ ENE I a ll "5 9 1 H' f W , , qu. H 1 I 11,-f ,Hp M y , X ,fy f' ip QW wlqg 5 K HK 6,, '::l ' ' 'Y' ,"?. HH' -'-- ' mr f RT 1 VU - V 'f ffm. M: W W ff, ' ' ff ' ' 1 Q all -f .- Wi- .'A M :. "7yFTV'v 'ii l I I M! JI rf t . :Aff V! N l l !.',g : I gf, r!sjlI 2i':3l1 .,f Inu 1 1 ' 5 ay' 3 rf-- l lafli q MW, ,4"' Mil.. J W wif l I v "'--ir Q, ., ' -sf. - STANDINGg'GTdCC Higi, Margaret Mary janszeri, Mary Ellen Barrett, Ruth Newland, Dorothy Tapke, Frances Bludau, jean Striker, Mary Staunton, Martha Sanders, Augusta Bludau, Catherine Schmidt, Virginia Rath, Lucinda Blair, Audrey Fernandez. SEA'rEnfCatliarine Fath, Betty Hollenkarnp, Gertrude vor dem Esche, Mary Louise Pater. Eleventh Year OFFICERS CATHERINE Scmvnor .... .,............ ......,. P r esident MARY ELLEN BARRETT ...., ...... T.,. V i cefPresident BETTY HOLLENKAMP ..... . ...,. Secretary CATHARINE FATH .... .,..........,.......,.... . . . Treasurer Their prowess in athletics Is famed and undeniedg And all the other classes Have very often sighed, Because they are despairing Of emulating them Whose bright, unchallenged crown of sport Is not their only gem. They're glad and willing workers Not only in the gym, For they bring to the classroom Their energetic vim. They're really edifying, In them We all can see A fitting inspiration For folks like you and me. sz lu C I TOP Rowflietty Rielag, Dorothy Rielag, Muriel Prato, Grace Engel, Mildred Ball. BOTTOM Row--jean Fanger, Fern Cameron, Mary Clujford, Helen Krell, jean Wiigncr, Annie B. McGuire, Irene Cowen. DOROTHY RIELAG .... IRENB Cowen. . , JEAN WAGNBR ,... BETTY RIELAG. . . Tenth Year OFFICERS Good winners, good losers, What more can you ask Than their fullfhearted courage For every new task? They Welcome each morning They welcome each night With the optimist's thought That the World is all right. 9 And if by some cog Of the stern wheel of fate, A joy is denied them Gr gets here too late, They do not complain But go on their glad way Thinking happiness trebled Will greet them next day. as . . . . .President VicefPresident . , . . . . .Secretary . . A .Treasurer Margaret Glorius, Anna Bohrer, Mary Frances Baggott, Marie Fritsch, Mary Catherine Streuber, Ruth Imwalle, janet Klinger, Lucille Wagner, Susie Mae Mullen, Grace Chenal, Louise Rath, Catherine Millitzer, Ethel Chenal, Loretta Farrell. I Ninth Year OFFICERS RUTH MARIE IMWALLB .... .........., .4., P 1 esident CATHERINE MILLITZER. . . .,.. Secretary ETHEL CHENAL ...... . ,Treasurer Not quite so Wise as some of us, In spite of this they labored on. Not quite so selffassured, The epithet of "green" There are a few unpleasantries Was just another little thing These Freshmen have endured. They thought was rather mean. The high school world was new to them, The Latin and the algebra It put them in the shade, Were frightful demons, toog When they were used to limelight, But they, undaunted, solved each task As the highest grammar grade. That we gave them to do. They fought well and they conquered. Nobody could do more, And so We pay them tribute In this, our 'ilviountain Lore." 34 Auditorium Recreation Room 35 Anna May Sanders, Virginia jane Blake, Thelma Heuer, Mary Louise Meiser, Mary jane Buzzard, Agnes Clifford, Augusta Tegeder, Dorothy Glaser, janet Louis, Betty Pexton, Sylvia Fricke, Jeannette Meyer. Seventh and Eighth Years OFFICERS VIRGINIA JANE BLAKE ...,. ............ ...,.., P r esident JEANNBTTE MEYER ..., VicefPresident AUGUSTA TEGEDEE. . . .,.. Secretary . . . .Treasurer AGNES CLIFFORD .... Their pep is inexhaustible, Their spirit is like steel. They have an earnest liking For everything that's real. The realms of speculative thought Cause them no aches or pains. The visible, objective world Quite satisfies their brains. So unheset by complexes And deep psychology, They are as good and happy As any one can he. 36 George Clifford, Mary Louise Heilker, Phyllis Meyer, Mary Agnes Stagge, Susan Schultz Phoebe Liebman, Ellen Virginia McGuire, Elizabeth Bohrer, Mary Alice Rath, jack Feclq Fifth and Sixth Years Their A B C's and first grade primers Long since were put away, And we have made much bigger mountains For them to climb each day. Arithmetic, geography, Beset their youthful brainsg But conquerors, they carry off The hardffought battle's gains. ,fThey're not afraid of anything That lies within a bookg And when we see how wise they are, Our envy's hard to brook. 37 if Y. .- W. -.. -- 1. - BACK Row-Helen Vonclran, Mary Evelyn Greinev, Marian Russell, james Stagge. Wilma Tegedef, Lorena Vondran, Ethel Gardner, Dorothy Ams. MIDDLE Row-William Feck, Audrey Heliman, Marian Fanger, Kathleen McG14ive, jane Overbeclq, james Feck. FRONT Row-Nicholas Stagge, Charles Vondmn. First to Fifth Years Far away, far away Over the hills, A green valley lies Between two rippling rills. There in the Neverland, There in the wildwood ls the kingdom and playground Of fast fleeting childhood. The children still live In the land of blue skies, Where flowers and fairies Are Pan's sweet disguise. Too soon they will leave it, Too soon they will be just everyday mortals Like poor you and me. 38 1 1 '13 ! If 3 ? I I -M .- if 4 The Mount Notre Dame Alumnae Association OFFICERS MRS. FRANK KUNKEL ,..e ,...,,.......... .,......, P 1 esidem Miss MARY MOSSET .,.... e...,.,...,. .,... V i C6'P'fCSid6TlI Miss MARGARET GERDES. . . ,.,... Secretary MRS. LEO OEERSCHMIDT. ....,.......,., ,.... T 'reasurer COMMITTEE MRS. FREDERICK HINKLE Miss EMILY DROEGE MRS. STELLA SCHLAUDEKER Miss MARY CATHERINE MEAGHER Miss LORETTA QUILL Gladly do we pay a passing tribute to the Mt. Notre Dame Alumnae Association, the oldest of our organizations, dating back to the last decade of the last century. On its roster may be found the names of more than two hundred active members, scattered over nearly every State of the Union, maids and matrons whom our Alma Mater is proud to claim as her worthy and devoted Alumnae. Many substantial proofs of their generosity and loyalty may be seen at The Mountain, especially in our beautiful, devotion' al chapel. One of the most enjoyable functions of the year is the Annual Alumnae Reunion, held about a week before the close of school, when former teachers and companions meet to renew old friendships and associations, for as Oliver Wendell Holmes says: There is no friend like the old friend Who shared our morning days, No greeting like his welcome, No homage like his praise. Fame is the scentless sunflower With gaudy crown of gold, But friendship is the breathing rose With sweets in every fold. 40 Dear Editor: Iam sitting here dreaming, between bursts of excitement. My dreaming time is limited-bounded on the north, south, east, and west by the voices of children. Therefore, I must make the most of it. These spring days always bring back memories, increasingly tender, of The Mountain. Ican recall, when, as a student there, sunshine and balmy days meant distraction and lassitude. The most sluggish mathematical mind could then be relied upon to ngure accurately in minutes and seconds the length of time until the "finals" and vacation. Oh, Youth so happy and so unappreciative of itself! We really do not feel much older with each passing year, and we are not. But it is a decided shock to look in upon the mind of the high school student today when she meets one of my vinf tage. We are indexed and filed away as "old girls." The student's youth is eternal. So is my own Cresentfullyj. How and where shall we reconcile them? I shall tell you, for the benefit of all old sentimentalists, like myself, although the realization of this "dream," for me, is impossible. We must go back to The Mountain. Leave all cares and entanglements behind, and wander through those halls, down those avenues, whisper a prayer at each shrine, sleep within those quiet walls and forget the eventful years. In other words let us take a mental bath at the fountain of youth ! And this fountain is no mythical one! You young sentimentalists, living there in sheltered seclusion, heed me! Take deep draughts daily from that founf tain, so that, when you dream, years hence, the exhilaration of your early influences may be magically lasting. So overwhelming is my present illusion, that even the voices of my children, as I sit here, are dim and distant, and the cares of my household are lighter. I can see that spring has come to The Mountain, the orchard is a sea of feathery blossoms. I can hear the organ playing for the Sisters' evening devotions. The small children are taking a last frolic before bed' time. The seniors stroll by with conscious dignity. I can see at the foot of the hill, the village-gateway to the world. Now, what is that commotion? -It is the hum of existence breaking in upon me. My children, all six of them, have decided that right here beside me is the only good place to play. Leaving sunshine, the blue waters, the wide lawn, and their most treasured playthings, they have come to find me. This is real. This is the fulf tillment of unnamed hopes, and I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming. A suggestion as to the best color to paint his boat, quiets Mike, next I must straighten Mary jo's hair, then pull up a stocking for Emma Jean, find a piece of gum for Ira, jr., kiss a hurt finger for jane, and squeeze the baby, Gregory, just once to ease my aching fingers. These pleasures, or sofcalled duties, are mine daily in multiplied variety. Dear Editor, I have inscribed a sermon, forgive me! My thoughts and desires have become confused on paper. My wishes are, obviously, to be forever a part of your youth by subscribing to the Mountain Annual and living again in its pages. Best wishes to all our good friends. Sincerely, EMMA BROWNB WYANT, Class of 1917 41 Dear Editor: Westmount, Quebec, Canada This letter is begun with a proper and becoming hesitation in due respect to my many Mountain friends who will quickly question how time is found for letters to editors, when they are sorely neglected. But Sisters and girls of The Mount and classmates of '17 in particular, it is because away up here in Canada my thoughts turn to you so often in loving reminiscence of past good times, and in happy reflection of your present absorption in home life and various careers, that I cannot pass by this splendid opportunity of greeting you through this open letter to the Editor. Here and now receive my message of love and good wishes and be lenient with "the world's worst correspondent." As I write, the endless parade of Sherbrooke Boulevard, Westmount, Canada, passes in gala revue, mothers and nurses with baby carriages, children coming home from school, older students on their way to college, an endless succession of cars with ladies bent on social calls, elderly people out for nature's cure, and doctors and business men set on their business of the day. "Philosophically speaking"4my classmates will remember my old trend in this line-- this boulevard procession is typical of the way the events of life are paraded through in almost martial sequence and reveal, when viewed objectively in later life, a startling unity that exemplifies the meaning of the philosophic phrase "pattern of life." For instance, dear Editor, there can be no doubt that when a mere child at The Mountain, I firmly maintained before my dear deceased aunt, Sister Julia Adelaide, and Sister Agnes Louise, that, "I was going to Trinity when I grew up," that I unconsciously, yet none the less really, decided my whole future fate. Trinity College opened the gate to my five years' career with the National Conference of Catholic Charities, and later two years with the local Catholic Charities, and yes, to my real, lasting career, -wedded lifef for "ours" was a college romance, and back in '21 you will find in the Trinilogue that it is a "long lane" that has no turning. To be sure everything has its humorous details and you may be interested to know that the brief bag, which once carried weighty social work books and reports, has served the humble but important function of carrying the baby's bottles and small paraphernalia on trips to her grandparents in Cincinnati and Boston. Now girls, have you not found that your life has swung on in this fashion to a definite pattern? Of course, most of you took the matrimonial step ahead of me, and can boast more darlings. We brag of our nineteen class babies in all, Babe Overman Moser-four, Emma Brown Wyant- four, Clara Marie Dittgen Oberschmidt-two, Marguerite Hess Dorger- flve, Katherine McCurran Walsh-three, and yours truly-one. Lillian Schooler has recently joined the married ranks, while Marguerite Sullivan and Edith johnson continue in their role of bachelor maids. Dear Editor, it is well known that the class of '17 was one of the hapf piest and most united classes, and we have always striven to be loyal and helpful to The Mount that gave us such a firm foundation and preparation for life. 42 To the Class of 1930, I extend congratulations and the wish that all your fondest dreams and aspirations may be realized. Pitch your ambitions as high as the skies, and you will make a worthwhile mark in life. Receive also an international message of goodfwill from this large Dominion of the north to the dear United States, and an earnest invitation to visit us in our Canadian home from a devoted exfpupil of The Mount, and a possible prospective pupil, Rose Marie, Jr. Sincerely yours, Ross MARIE MOORMANN LANE, 1917 elf Pls Dk Dear Class of '3O: It was not until I received your gracious invitation to contribute a letter that I fully realized that '25's Wooden Anniversary is at hand. Somehow, anniversaries have always seemed to me important occasions reserved for others, which we joyfully help celebrate, but never really associate with ourselves. It is rather startling then to discover that such an important event as an anniversary has actually happened to us-that we of '25 have passed the line that distinguishes reminiscence from antici' pation, and are actually celebrating a Wooden Jubilee. That the last Eve years have passed so quickly for me, I attribute to their pleasantness and happiness. Four of them were spent at Trinity, and were truly ideal. Trinity surpassed all the glowing accounts I had ever heard about her, and so the general rule that anticipation is greater than realization, did not hold in this case. The friendships formed there, the kindness and helpful comradely spirit of devoted Sisters and famed Doc' tors, the inspirational atmosphere of the majestic Chapel, the classes themf selves, the delightful social life-Washington itself-these are all living, joyous memories. There is no wish that I could more sincerely extend for your happiness than that you spend your college days at Trinity. To prove my sincerity, I would love to join those of you who will be fortunate enough to swell the Freshman Class of Gold and White next year. Returning to Cincinnati, after those four glorious years, the baffling query, fluid mmc, a common epidemic with college maids, newly made "Bachelors" Cthat is of art, if you pleasej, did not entirely escape me. However, it was soon resolved by my decision to do graduate work in English at the University, where the firmly ingrained principles of ref ligion imprinted at Reading, and further impressed at Trinity, have been more than sufiicient foundation for the confutation of any skeptical "isms" or "ologies" that might at any time be discussed. Here at the University, I was delighted to find a smiling countenance, a familiar voice, and Catherine Kilcoyne, herself, one of the cheeriest members of our famous class of '25. Catherine is taking her AB at the University this summer. 43 . ,, Sauntering into James' Book Store, I discovered amidst the learned tomes another familiar face-Clara Ranly, who disseminates knowledge with every book. Agnes, too, is engaged in commercial pursuits, as are also Mary Elizabeth Clements, Catherine Reising, and Marcella Hof. Mary Elizabeth may be seen daily speeding to and from Lawrenceburg, Indiana, where her business activities call her. Mary Edith Newton and Virginia Barry represent us in the educaf tional field. Mary Edith has proved a success with her class in Wyoming, and Virginia Barry has captivated the hearts of her adoring adolescents in St. Elizabeth School, Norwood. It is our other Virginia, who, fairly on her way to "Bachelordom," first at the University, and later at Trinity, suddenly decided in favor of wedded bliss, and we accordingly may extend our felicitations and good wishes to her as Mrs. joseph Meyer. Looking over these brief accounts, it would appear that Aeneas misf judged us when he whispered our futures into the ear of our class prophf etess five years ago. But perhaps we must allow more time before we can fairly pass judgment upon his powers as a seer. Speaking of Aeneas reminds me that we are celebrating our jubilee with one who is celebrating his bifmillenium, one whom we grew to know, love, and appreciate through Sister Agnes Louise's fervent enthusiasm. Virgil's spirit has never ceased to haunt me. In fact, it gave me no peace until it had guided me safely through the last six books of his hero's adventures. I can vividly recall those neverftofbefforgotten Virgil classes, which were not to be disturbed, no, mivabile dictu, not even by inf truding mice. But alas, any further reminiscing may, I fear, prove our senility and even warrant such a certain sign of antiquity as an anniversary. But never mind. We of the class of "the ten foolish Virgins" will reminisce to our hearts' content when we assemble in june. Needless to say, I am looking forward eagerly to that reunion, and to meeting you, Class of '30, as well as to renewing the friendships of older Alumnae. Sincerely yours, HILDA MooRMANN, Class of 1925 gg gf 44 - M. Wilt Thou Not Watch? EQQQJQQJEQZQQJQQZQQZQQQJQQQQI ARY ELLEN wept. Indeed,'she sobbed wildly, and to Susan ' 5 r and me looking on sympathetically she appeared in the fascinat eip, ing light of a luckless victim caught in the relentless coils of a M relentless fate. But, Mary Ellen, whose chief delight on other occasions was to assume the role of tragic heroine, seemed at present strange' ly uninterested in luckless victims. Indeed, for that matter, she seemed strangely uninterested in everything. Certainly, she did not care that the end of her small nose was most unbecomingly shiny and red-Mary Ellen sniflled as she made this reflection-nor that her eyes had become quite uncomely with continued weeping. Furthermore, she did not even care that today was Holy Thursday and a halffholiday at St. Anne School, for had she not covered her small soul with black guilt? At the recollection of this calamity, fresh fountains of tears welled up in Mary Ellen's eyes and coursed unrestrained down her hot cheeks. Sometimes, they trickled down onto her best Sunday pinafore, and at regular intervals she absently brushed them away with a grimy fist, leaving great smudges of dirt upon her unf imposing little front. Mary Ellen was a slip of a child. Her nose was not tipftilted, and she had no winsome dimple cleft in her chin. On the contrary, though she was exceedingly fragile, the utter plainness of her suggested a sort of Trojan sturdiness. She was one of those unfortunate children who is constantly in hot water. Mary Ellen was doubly dear to Susan and myself, so after some minutes of persistent questioning we finally elicited from her a tearf ful account of her present difficulty, the result, it seemed, of an escapade of the previous evening. Mary Ellen had a stupendous imagination. Her fondness for the un' canny and the ethereal was positively astonishing. On more than one ocf casion she had been known to startle the little girls quite out of counf tenance by the weird tales which she invented about certain ghosts which, she declared, hid in the greenhouse behind the chapel. It must be here observed that Mary Ellen was not a little girl. She was a seventh grader, and she occupied her lofty position with Etting dignity, a circumstance which added considerable solemnity and awe to her words. Upon the pref vious evening, her ingenuity had led her to substantiate one of her thrilling tales by producing the horrible evidence. She had cleverly cut a small, white pastefboard box, through which she inserted the largest finger of her right hand. This finger she sprinkled copiously with red ink, and surrounded the whole affair with a generous supply of cotton. The result 45 was gruesome. The horrible thing struck cold terror into the hearts of all who beheld it. Mary Ellen was in her glory, when suddenly, without a sound, little Priscilla Cartwright, a pale child afflicted with a weak heart, crumpled up into a limp little heap upon the floor. Pandemonium reigned. Sister Patricia hurrying to the scene, gently lifted the little girl and removed her to the infirmary. There was no more recreation that night. When Sister Patricia returned, she quietly marshalled twenty crestfallen, scared little girls up the long flight of stairs to the dormitory. All night long, Mary Ellen quaked with fear, as she conjured up visions of small, widefeyed Priscilla Cartwright being borne away in a black car like the one they had used at her grandmama's funeral. When she said her prayers that night, Mary Ellen prayed hard that tomorrow would not come. But tomorrow did come, and with it came a summons for Mary Ellen to appear in the oflice of the Sister Directress. Cf course, Mary Ellen had answered the summons, hesitatingly and with trembling knees, for although she had learned from Sister Ignatius that Priscilla was quite all right, still she feared for the consequences of her grave misdemeanor. Timidly, Mary Ellen knocked at the door of Sister Directress. Gravely, she entered, and seated herself when bidden to do so. Sister Directress sat on one side of the room, Mary Ellen sat on the other. Sister Directress looked sternly at Mary Ellen, but Mary Ellen did not look at Sister Directress, she looked diligently at the figure of a Little Bo Peep, embroidered in the corner of her small cambric kerchief. Sister first told Mary Ellen that she was a very naughty child. She asked her what her mother would think if she knew what had happened, and when Mary Ellen hazarded no reply to this query, she then inquired what Mary Ellen's father, brother, and sister, each in turn would think. Mary Ellen pondered these questions intently for a moment, but could not reach a satisfactory conclusion. Sister then scolded Mary Ellen severely, and Mary Ellen sat humbly on her chair at the other side of the room and listened contritely. Before dismissing her, Sister Directress brought forth a large bottle of Lourdes water, and, taking a little on the end of her thumb, gravely blessed her with it. It was at this moment that Mary Ellen realized the full import of her wickedness, and her hardened heart melted within her. She wept. Nor could the contemplation of a halffholiday, or even the satisf faction of being considered a tragic heroine by Susan and me, in any way abate her grief. "Well," observed Susan, the philosophical, "you can't sit here crying all the rest of your life." I nodded acquiescence to this sage bit of advice, but Mary Ellen looked dubious. Why couldn't she? Indeed, if she did, she might hope in time to expiate her black iniquities by her tears, even as did the great St. Peter. For several minutes she contemplated this course in silence. Then she ref jected it. Mary Ellen decided that tears were not her part. Expiation surely she would make, but it must be a swift and certain expiation. She comf municated her high resolve to Susan and me, and together we began casting about for some course by which Mary Ellen might make due atonement for her misdeeds, and so regain the hope of her eternal salvation. 46 For some time we sat in silent reflection. Susan, her thick mop of black curls tumbling riotously down her small back, planted two sturdy brown hands into the soft earth and gazed steadily ahead, thinking. Mary Ellen drew triangles on the ground with a small forked twig and sniffled faintly from time to time. As for me, I lay back contentedly and munched little green flags of April grass. Now and again, the distant jangle of the iron rings against the Maypole jarred noisily upon the stillness. And there in the calm of that April afternoon, the daring plan took birth in the brain of Mary Ellen. It was by far superior to her original intention of emulating the repentant apostle. Indeed, where Peter had failed, there would Mary Ellen triumph, for she had fully determined to keep the vigil of Good Friday, the very one which had proved too much for the impetuous Simon long ago in Gethsemane. Plans for the undertaking proceeded rapidly. Candles we must have, and the omniscient Mary Ellen knew where to get them, for only yesterf day she had carried a box of them to the chemical laboratory for Sister Gertrude. The chemical laboratory was an isolated sanctum, a sort of Holy of Holies, and Mary Ellen recalled with what awe she had entered its sacred precincts on the previous day. Dare she venture there alone? Mary Ellen was a fortitudinous little person, and once having made a def cision, she allowed no difficulty, however insurmountable, to bar her way to its accomplishment. So off we scampered, all three of us, to procure the necessary candles before the bell should ring for Benediction. The lights had been extinguished in St. Joseph dormitory some twenty' five minutes. Mary Ellen tossed restlessly in bed, and reflected that it must be nearly twelve o'clock. Sister Josepha had retired. Mary Ellen was certain of this, for she had heard the faint jingle of the beads a very long time ago. Softly she rose and tiptoed quietly to Susan's alcove. Susan had been created guardian of the candles, and armed with these, she followed Mary Ellen down the long row of whitefcurtained beds to where I slept. I had drowsed off into a kind of half wakefulness, and the unusual apparif tion of the two small kimonoed figures startled me, but I soon managed to collect my wits, and together we filed quietly out of the dormitory and down the hall to the locked room where we had planned to keep the vigil. Having advanced thus far without mishap, we hastily lit our candles and proceeded with despatch to the recitation of the rosary, for we were anxious to conclude the ceremony as quickly as possible. We had reached the third decade, Mary Ellen leading in a low whisper, and Susan and I answering in equally gentle responses. She would expiate her crime to the full. Firmly she continued intoning the "Aves" and meekly Susan and I responded. At last Mary Ellen reached the final "Gloria Patria," and her soul was washed of its guilt, when suddenly, without the usual warning of jingling beads, Sister Josepha burst in upon us. In short, peremptory tones she ordered us back to our beds. Susan led the way. I followed her and Mary Ellen brought up the rear of the woeful little procession. Mary Ellen spent that night, as she had spent the preceding one, quaking with fear. Indeed, she spent a great many nights quaking with fear. Good Friday came and passed with no mention of the vigil from headf 47 quarters. Holy Saturday came and passed, too, but still no summons to the office of the Directress. Furthermore, Sister josepha, in stern tones, closely questioned us concerning the candles, whereupon they mysteriously reappeared in the chemical laboratory. On Easter Sunday morning three prim girls in their best blue pinafores knelt in the chapel at St. Anne School and poured forth their flaming souls in a paean of thanksgiving and praise, for Mary Ellen dwelt again in the realms of sanctifying grace. Sister josepha has grown quite old. She spends her time darning stockings and worn little everyday pinafores, they tell me, but never Easter goes by that she does not receive three bulging, closely written packets, signed respectively, Mary Ellen, Susan, and Anne. ROSEMARY COWEN, 1929 On March first the lilac rows, long traditional at The Mountain were uprooted. WHY? They have taken the lilac bushes away, They will not bloom any more, Or greet our eyes all beauty starved Aslant the postern door. The ground that held their tender roots, Will soon bring forth new grass, But I shall miss the lilacs. I'll remember when I pass, How once they used to bloom here, So fragrant and so fair, I blessed God for the loveliness Which He had planted there. I looked at them and loved Him. I shall miss them every day. Oh, can't somebody tell me Why the lilacs went away? GRETCHEN NARDINB, 1930 43 Religion I like to think of religion as a kind mother whose warm breast embosoms the orphans of the soul. To those whom the world has bruised she offers the easing balm of God's grace and love. To those whom life has benumbed, she offers the sparkling waters of eternity. In the hour of tribulation her hands shut tired eyelids and usher in that happy oblivion where sorrow is but a delusion of the halffawake. She descends to the lowest valleys where few men walk. Furtively she follows her lost children through the wilderness. She calls to them. Some return to the shelter of her arms. Others pass on. Over the highest mountain tops, where some have climbed, but none remained, she sheds her light. Transcending all, she marks the place where each has stood and then goes down. Under humble roofs she has gathered her children, and to them she ref tires when her soul is weary. At the locked doors of palaces she beats with her firm, incessant hand. Gently she touches the wingless souls who essayed to fly. Softly she gathers last year's faded roses and withered leaves. None have sunk too low for her to stoop to pick. When men are glad, she rejoices. At feasts she is the merriest guest. For those who are sad she carries comfortg for those who have sinned, she brings forgiveness. To the lonely souls she offers consolation. She, too, has traveled the unf frequented way. She, too, is one apart. Her shoes are muddy. She has trod through the mire of ages. The hem of her garment is as dark as night. But her eyes are turned towards a golden future. Her hands are white as freshffallen snow. Her eyes inspire, her hands heal. Gretchen Nardine, 1930 2 .r 9 49 c,,+ 5.-0 I4-Y' wwe ch' - ,,,,,,,,,,.. .5-wi I Mission Crusade OFFICERS NORMA MEYER ..... ......,......... P resident LORETTA Coscnovn .... AILBBN JONES ..... VIRGINIA MILLITZBR ....... In the days of old When knights were bold And wore ladies' sleeves on their arm They went forth to fight, To die, if they might, To keep their religion from harm No knights are we, As you can see, But in our Way we try- By selling candy, By being handy- Not going out to die. And once a week Our purses speak- We give a mission mite To help Chinese And japanese And teach them what is That is not all, For in our hall We have a picturefshowg And here we see The mission glee, So that we surely know just what is meant By every cent We send so far away, To help poor souls Escape sin's shoals right And leam the Christian way. 51 I I I WWW 1?-'1?"1"l"I' F ' ry-f , 1 I I I I . I I I x I I I . I Blessed Virgin Sodality L'Our tainted nature's solitary boast." OFFICERS MARY MARGARET MCGUIRE. . ...,....... ...A..... P 'resident VIRGINIA MILLITZER ....... .... V iccfPresident AILEEN JONES ....... ,..,... S ecretary LILLIAN RUNDA ..... I , . .Treasurer Lord, give me Words to sing your Mother's praise, And let them rise melodic to her ears, A dulcet consolation for the tears That bathed her face those lone, long earthly days. Let me sing like the angel, Israfel, My pulsing heart, a harmonizing lute, Till Heaven's court enraptured will stand mute To heed the World's devotion I shall tell. O Mother of so sweet a Son, I ask In vain. I learn the stark futility Of Words. My misty eyes see Calvary And all the mad and panoramic masque, Beginning of the end-AMan deified. The consummation, this, God crucified. 52 Sacred Heart League "Bright things on earth are but the emanations Of Thy transcendent beauty from on high." OFFICERS NORMA MEYER ..,..... GBRTRUDB Gnnwn ........ GRETCHBN NARDINE ........ MARY MARGARET MCGUIRB. Let us sing Christ the King, King of Heaven, King of Earth, Who redeemed us By His birth. He was humble, Meek and mild W'hen He was A little Child, So His people Knew Him not. He Whom God In Heav'n begot, 5, .....,....Prcsidcnt . . . . . .VicefP'resident He Who came To us to give His life that all The world ,might live, Found no place To rest His Head Until after He was dead. Let us sing, Christ, the King, King of Heaven, King of Earth, Who redeemed us By His birth. , Secretary Treasurer l L1--? V Holy Angels' Society "Cod hath given His angels charge over thee." OFFICERS VIRGINIA JANE BLAKE. ...........,. ...,,. P resident AUGUSTA TEGEDER. , . .,.. VicefP1esident ANNA MAY SANDERS. . . ..., Secretary 'Treasurer AGNES CLIFFORD l,... 4 . , , Holy Angel, This I pray, Help me to do My work today, As Christ would do It, were He here. 'N lr 'X Help me to grow More near and dear To my good Father Up above, Who blesses me With His great Love. X W- 6 ,gy hi 925' f ,Rf j Z C JM A' 54 The Army of the Little King DOROTHY JANE ARENS MARIAN FANGER WILLIAM FBCK JAMES FECK ETHEL GARDNER "Thou canst not have forgotten all That it feels like to be small." MEMBERS MARY GREINER AUDREY HEHMAN KATHLEEN MCGUIRE JANE OVEREECR JAMES STAGGE NICHOLAS STAGGE Nearest and dearest to Him are they, Who pray to their Little King each dayg Lisping to God their sweet message of love, Childlike they trust in His heaven above. MARIAN RUSSELL WILMA TEGEDER CHARLES VONDRAN HELEN VONDRAN LORENA VONDRAN gy, g i' t Misha X- ,Q ' 5 p?S Sfq I, -S' .fx f I nj ,-- 5 . .f O, I Pl Lf ff 55 The Mathematics Club OFFICERS BETTY HOLLBNKAMP. , . ........ . . . . FRANCES BLUDAU. . Donori-IY RIBLAG. . Einstein may have something on themg It's not more than a bit, For had he their queer problems, He'd soon give up and quit. He does not have to do his work In certain length of time, Nor find the lon est chord of chords On a shiny, silver dime. And so if he were in their place And one of them were he, No one is qualified to say What miracles we'd see. No doubt we'd have a different world Without much want or waste, And everyone would find this earth just suited to her taste. 56 ,.,..,...P'rcside'nt VicefP'residcm ......Secreta'ry X , Science Club , OFFICERS FRANCES BLUDAU ....... ............. .....,.... P r csidcnt Aucn Pnx'roN .............. ..... V iCC'PTCSidC1lC MAH MARGARET McGumn ..... ........ Sc cremry It's very, very hard to tell VVhat everyone will be, Because we cannot always judge By just the things we see. Take Lindbergh nowg Who'd ever guess That he would rise to fame, And leave to our posterity The record of his name? Who knows? Perhaps some scientist Of future great repute, Whose Words will awe her hearers And leave them stricken mute, Has graced our classes here at school, Unrecognized by usg . Has Walked and talked and hiked with us, And ridden in our bus. 57 v WeekfEnd Club OFFICERS MARY MARGARET MCGUIRE .,.. ...............,.... ........ P r csident LORETTA COSGROVE ........ .... 4 . . . ...... VicefP1'esident BETTY HOLLENKAMP ...... ..... .....,. S c cretafy . . . . . .Treasurer JEAN WAGNER ...... As minims we could make mud pies 01' play at being elves, When nearly everyone went home And we were by ourselves. But now we are too big for that, We must be dignified. We can't go teeterftottering Or shooting down the slide. Our tastes have changed, and we grow bored When there's not much to do, So we have organized a club, A very fine one, too. Its ofhcers are pictured here. They save us from ennui, By doing everything they can To make each weekfend be A jolly time, a joyful time, That We appreciate, A happiness for memory That nothing will abate. 58 y 1 1 3 i 3 E I . IN., I I , QI' wx., www- , J no-an -B., huh-ew 9 9 Mary Staunton, Mary Lomse Pater, Gertrude vor dem Esclie, jean Striker, Lillian Runda Audrey Fernandez, Aileen jones, Mary Margaret McGuire, Catharine Fath, Dorothy Tapke Ruth Newland, Grace Higz, Alice Pexton, Martha Sanders. Home Economics We don't work like smart French cooks Whose foods tempt you hy their looks But repel you hy their taste, For We think that is a waste Of the hounty that is given By the good God up in Heaven. So we try to make each dish just suit everybody's Wish, Not too sweet or not too tart But a work of perfect art. From potatoes down to fudge We are able to prejudge And know just the right amount Of the measures we should count. So if you should have the need Of a cook who will succeed, You can set your mind at ease That the food can't help hut please From the salad to the soup, If you choose her from our group. 60 MUSIC f ' g WIP! , x 1 The Cecilians OFFICERS GBRTRUDB Gnizwn .... ............ BETTY HOLLENKAMP ,.... Bm-'ry RIBLAG ....... DOROTHY RIELAG ..., They can play a line old melody From Beethoven, Bach, or Liszt, And by weird sounds create for you A storm or wildfwave whist. Or they will imitate the wind And give your spine a chill, Or play such soothing, easing chords Your soul grows calm and still. Then if you wish not strains sublime, They'll treat you to a show And play such fast and jazzy tunes, Your feet just have to go. For versatility is theirs, They play both old and new, And play them so it's hard to tell The better of the two. 62 .,.......Presidcm VicefPresident ..,..,.,Secrctary . , , . .Treasurer I . C .W L Pa T:-11 Mozart Circle OFFICERS VIRGINIA JANE BLAKE. . ..........,. ..,.,... P resident JEANNETTE MEYER . . . ..,... VicefPresIdent JANET LouIs ....., ....... Se cretary AGNES CLIFFORD St. Cecilia up in Heaven, Can you hear us down on earth As our lingers kiss the keyboard And give rhythmic beauty birth? Once you, too, played line, sweet music To delight your loved Lord's ear. Angels hearing, stopped in wonder, Then they knelt or hovered near. Though no angels come to listen When we play or sing a song, Yet We hope with hours of practice That the time may not be long Before God in His high Heaven, Favoring all our melodies, May send saints and wondering angels To approve our rhapsodies. 63 Treasurer STANDING!-Grace Chenal, Helen Krall, Grace Engel Gertrude Ge1we Sr1ATEDfBetty Rielag, Dorothy Rielag. Honor Pupils in Mus1c TESTIMONIAL: Grace Chenal, Helen Krell. SILVER MEDAL: Grace Engel, Gertrude Gerwe, The technique of the angels Who live in Paradise Has been reputed splendid, It's probably quite nice. But we have never heard themg We don't know how they sound We have to find our music Right here upon the groundg So we count these our favorite And surely We all know We'll End no better artists No matter where we go. The most proficient pianists We've ever heard or seen, They should turn Paderewski A shade of Irish green. 64 S f ' I I V xx 2 M, i gD'l .rp ! 9 1 M ,. 'tn - e-'a.'!"' , -'Qi-'i9'?k'.. ' 9E'..1,af1MQhD"H- QR, 'W A n 1 V X. f gif: I? 5 J , l -. F ' 'A . X ' hu- ' UN xl 'P Hn X W' L ig K VI - , NQMVQEIQIM I ix Qui o 1 5 . 1 02255, 993535 ' fd-"5 is 77553 . -v -A fi lg' THREE PILLS IN A BOTTLE A Fantasy in One Act Presented by the Graduates, October 10, 1929 CHARACTERS Tony Sims .,..,..,.,...,.,.,,.........,.. GRETCHEN NARDINE The Widow Sims ,.....,..... ,.A,......., N ORMA MEYER A MiddlefAged Gentleman ..., .,....... V IRGINIA MILLITZER His Soul ...,,....,,....... ......,.......,,. A LICE PEXTON A Scrub Woman ...,..... .... M ARY MARGARET MCGUIRE Her Soul ......,..,. .,...,..,..., M ARIAN FANGER A Scissors Grinder ..... ........ A ILBEN JONES His 5Oul .....,...... . . . LORETTA COscROvE ALL'S TRUE PLACE :TA room in New Place House, Stratford. Fireplace to left. Door to right and to left High backed armchair by the fire. Writing table and chair behind it to the right. Candles on the mantelpiece and table. TIME: Evening june 30, 1613. Will Shakespeare ........ Ben Jonson .............. Spirit of the 20th Century. . . The Fairy .,,....4....... Titania ........,..,,.. Mark Anthony .... Portia ........,., Hamlet ,....... Romeo ...... ,... . ..,.. . . Juliet .....,....... .,... Henry the Fifth .,... ..... Lorenzo .,,r.,..,, . . . Wolsey ...,.,.........,,....,,.,...,.. Prospero .....,.......,..............,. Dancer from the Pageant in The Tempest ...., 66 , . . . . .MURIEL PRATO . . . .CATHARINE FATH . . .AUGUSTA BLUDAU .......JEAN WAGNER , . , .MARY C1.iEEoRD . . . . .GRACE ENGEL . , . .FRANCES BLUDAU . .BETTY HOLLENKAMP .FERN CAMERON .....,.IRENE COWEN .MARY ELLEN BARRETT . . , . .DOROTHY TAPKE , . . .DOROTHY RIELAG . .CATHERINE SCHMIDT ......,HEi.EN KRELL November 13, 1929 l THE LAND CE FORGETFULNESS A Plziy in Three Acts Presented by the Juniors CHARACTERS The Pied Piper ,,,. Prince Rupert. . . Margaret ...... Peter ,............ Frowza .....,......, Queen of the Fairies .... King of the Elves .... . . . Children Of Hamline Town ELIZABETH BOHRER JANE OVEREECK MARY A. STAGGE PHYLLIS MEYER BETTY PEXTON PHOEBE LIEBMAN MARY L. HEILRER Fairies AUGUSTA TEGEDER MARY BUZZARD ANNA M. SANDERS AGNES CLIFFORD . . . . . .SYLVIA FRICKE . . . . .MARY LOUISE MEISER ... ... .JANET LOUIS . . .VIRGINIA J. BLAKE . . . . . .JEANNETTE MEYER . . . MARY SUSAN SCHULTZ . . . . .MARY ALICE RATH ELLEN MCCUIRE WILMA TEGEDER KATHLEEN MCGUIRE DOROTHY GLASER THELMA HEUER Elves ETHEL GARDNER MARIAN RUSSELL February 2, 1930 THE LEPRECHAUN by JANET MOYNAHAN CHARACTERS Sheila ............,............,.......... . . . ,.,. . . . .... V. J. BLAKE The ChildreniJ. MEYER, A. M. SANDERS, A. CLIFFORD, A. TELIEDER, M. S. SCHULTZ, E. BAYLESS, K. MCGUIRE, P. MEYER, E. MCCUIRE. The Leprechaun ...................,.....,....... ..,.... . . . . .M. A. RATH His Conipnnions-W. TEGEDER, E. GARDNER, M. L. HEILKER, M. A. STAGGE, P. MEYER, M. S. SCHULTZ, E. BAYLESS, 67 March 17, 1930 THE HAPPY PRINCE Render . . .....,. , . The Happy Prince ,.... The Swallow ..,..., The Reed ..... ...T The Mayor ......... The Town Councillor, . The Professor ..... Pierrette . , ..,. , I Pierrot .,..... , The Seanistress, . The Sick Buy. , I . The Poet ..,,.. . . , The Match Girl. . , . The Beggur ...,.,. The Angel ...., THE PLAYERS , , . . CATHERINE SCHMIDT . . I . AUGUSTA BLUDAU . , . VIRGINIA JANE BLAKE I . . . . HELEN KRELL . , I CATHARINE FATH , I , . GRACE ENGEL . , NORMA MEYER . . ..,... SYLVIA FRICKE ,....HELENKRELL MARY MARGARET MCGUIRE . I . T... . . . ETHEL GARDNER . . . . ELIZABETH HOLLENRAMP . . . . . ELIZABETH BOHRER . . ,.... ALICE PEXTON I . . . RUTH MARIE INWALLE THE CLOUD CONVENTION A Minstrel Presented by the Tenth Tear Miss Fanny Fziirflake ..... Miss Sara jane johnson . Miss Basinda Boo ,... Miss Tilly Tulip ....,. Miss Rosie Redbud ..... Miss Mabel Merin ue. S Miss julia julip ......,,. Miss Pauline Pale .... Miss Dotty Dandelion. . . Miss Will Be White, . Miss Daisy Dewdrop .... April 1, 1930 Miss Rachel Rowboat ..... .... Interlocutor ...,..,.,... 68 . . . .MILDRED BALL I . . .IRENE COWEN . , .MARY CLIFFORD . . . .FERN CAMERON . . , , . . .GRACE ENGEL . . , . ,JEAN FANGER ANNIE B. MCGUIRE . . . . ,BETTY RIELAG I .DOROTHY RIELAG . , . . . .HELEN KRELL . . . , .JEAN WAGNER . VIRGINIA J. BLARE , , . MURIEL PRATO WM 0 Q WZ 7 N m X XX CDW K f ACK V96 n A X Q ,ff "Mn" ' 514 .,. f? X YxKYxKxxmxmNm K i Rx Q f f Zfffyx f W NG f X jg? f W may 4 Q 4 g i4 on Z ef an f 5K 8 f f 90 ? I 1 f Z Q W Y Qlis ': 2' is I N n 'lf I l I 'u Q Nei'-2 F2552 My Ml. Xu l .""f" "ill ggi' e A. 'ul' 2 .l z I.. - !l- W fgrlpp XX Q Q, 'f xW 0 0 Www The Mountain Athletic Association OFFICERS Aucn Przxror-1 ....... ............... ....,,.. P 1 esident BETTY HOLLENKAMP .... ........... .,... V i cefP'residcnt GRETCHBN NARDINB .... .,.... S ecverary CATHARINE FAT:-1 ..., ..... T 'reasurcv ATHLETICS "A sound mind in a sound body." This is the true aim and end of education. While our studies in the classroom sharpen our wits, our athletics develop our bodies. Intellectual training alone does not make a well rounded woman. Physical culture is as vital and necessary as any other subject in the curriculum. A The object of the Mountain Athletic Association is not merely to teach us to play basketball or baseball or whatever the game may beg it is primarily to inculcate principles of sportsmanship and fair play-the basic foundations of all character. Furthermore, physical training gives us the opportunity to keep our minds clear and our bodies healthy. Perhaps most obviously, it is to make our school a happy time, replete with activity, fortunate in companionship, and rich in reminiscence. 70 TOP Row-Annie B. McGuire, Ethel Chenzl, Loretta Farrell, jean Wa ner Virginia Millitzer, Catharine Fath, Louise Rath, Dorothy Tapke, Ruth lmwalle, Betty Rxelag Dorothy Rielag. BOTTOM Row-Gertrude Gerwe, Mary Ellen Barrett, Alice Pexton, Betty Hollen amp Fern Cameron, Norma Meyer, Irene Cowen, Aileen jones. Tennis Oh, tennis is our bestfliked sport, And you can see us on the court, A ball and racket in our hand. We think that we are simply grand Because we score a point or two. There's nothing else we'd rather do Than practice at this jolly game Where Helen Wills has won her fame Of course we cannot play her way, But since we try, we think some day Our will to win and forceful pluck Will quite seduce fair Lady Luck, The fickle jade that bows to all Who know her proper code and call. 71 K , ,Y ,,,,, 'll ,.m...... l Tor Row-Mary Cliford, jean Wagner, Muriel Prato, Betty Rielag, Dorothy Rielag, jean Fanger. Borrom RowAFern Cameron, Grace Engel, Irene Cowen, Annie B. McGuire, Mildred Ball, Anna May Sanders, Virginia jane Blake, Thelma Heuer, Mary Louise Meiser, Mary jane Buzzard, Agnes Clijford, Augusta Tegeder, Dorothy Glaser, janet Louis, Betty Pexton, Sylvia Fricke, jeannette Meyer. Soccer Champions Class Captain No. Games Played Won Tenth Year Irene Cowen 6 5 Out upon the soccer field Their stubborn team would never yield. Though tired and torn and out of breath, They scared the others half to death By the forceful, headstrong way That they kicked the ball their way. Hearts and hands and brains and feet Helped to save them from defeat. - But most we praise them for their pluck, Whereby they merited their luck. 72 Lost 1 4 Top Row-Dorothy Tapke, Margaret Mary janszen, Catharine Fath. BOTTOM Row-Betty Hallenkamp, Mary Ellen Barrett, Grace Irene Hzgi. Basketball Champions ELEVENTH YEAR TEAM Captain No. Games Played Won Mary Ellen Barrett 7 6 Oh, every sport has champions, But few have such as these. They've speed and pep and courage, Their game is sure to please. They laughed at fate and fortune And gambled with the gods, Then slashed on through to victory Against surpassing odds. If they can keep the spirit They showed us in their game We'll all be proud we knew them And so will Notre Dame. 73 Lost 1 TOP Row-Margaret Staunton, Margaret Mary janszen, Catharine Fath, Dorothy Tapke, Marie Fritsch, Loretta Cosgrove, Mary Margaret McGuire, Virginia Millitzer, Gretchen Nardine, Loretta Farrell, Ruth lmwalle. MIDDLE Row-janet Klinger, Louise Rath, Grace Higi, Mary Frances Baggott, Catherine Millitzer, Lucille Wagner, Norma Meyer, Alice Pexton, Gertrude vor dem Esclie, Ethel Chenal, Betty Hollenkamp. Bo'r'roM Row-Lucinda Blair, Grace Chenal, Mary Catherine Streuber, Mary Ellen Barrett, Catherine Schmidt, Aileen jones, Gertrude Gerwe, Lucille Dufner, Mary Louise Pater. Soccer Players Class Captain No. Games Played Won Lost Twelfth Year Loretta Cosgrove 6 1 5 Eleventh Year Dorothy Tapke 6 4 2 Ninth Year Ethel Chenal A 6 3 3 Date Winner Loser Score October 15 Tenth Year Ninth Year 2 - 1 October 17 Eleventh Year Twelfth Year 4 - 0 October 21 Ninth Year Eleventh Year 2 - 0 October 24 Tenth Year Twelfth Year 6 - O October 28 Ninth Year Twelfth Year 1 - 0 October 31 Tenth Year Eleventh Year 2 - 0 November 4 Eleventh Year Ninth Year 2 - 1 November 7 Tenth Year Twelfth Year 4 - 0 November 11 Tenth Year Ninth Year 2 - 1 November 14 Eleventh Year Twelfth Year 3 - 1 November 18 Twelfth Year Ninth Year 1 - 0 November 24 Eleventh Year Tenth Year 2 - O TOP Row-Louise Rath, Betty Rielag, Dorothy Rielag, Virginia Millitzer, janet Klmgcr Norma Meyer, Ethel Chenal, Lorena Cosgrove. MIDDLE Row-Loretta Farrell, Ruth Imwalle, Fern Cameron, jean Wagner Muriel Prato Annie B. McGuire, Marie Fritsch. Borrom Row-Aileen jones, Catherine Millitzer, Irene Cowen, Gertrude Gerwe Mary Margaret McGuire, Alrce Pexton, Grace Chenal, Mildred Ball, Class Twelfth Year Tenth Year Ninth Year Date January 8 January 14 January 16 january 23 january 28 january 30 February 3 February 5 February 19 February 24 February 27 March 3 March 6 March 27 Basketball Players Captain No. Games Played Won ost Norma Meyer Irene Cowen Ethel Chenal Winner Tenth Year Eleventh Year Eleventh Year Ninth Year Tenth Year Eleventh Year Eleventh Year Tenth Year Tenth Year Twelfth Year Eleventh Year Ninth Year Tenth Year Eleventh Year 7 1 6 7 5 2 7 2 5 Loser Score Ninth Year Twelfth Year Tenth Year Twelfth Year Twelfth Year Ninth Year Twelfth Year Ninth Year Twelfth Year Ninth Year Ninth Year Twelfth Year Eleventh Year Tenth Year Tor Row-Loretta Cosgrove, Dorothy Tapke, Catharine Fath, Louise Rath, Fern Cameron, Betty Rielag, Virginia Millitzer, Frances Bludau, Augusta Bludau. MIDDLE Row-Dorothy Rielag, Margaret Glorius, Mary Ellen Barrett, Irene Cowen, Ethel Chenal, Ruth Imwalle, jean Fanger, jean Wagner. Borrom Row-Alice Pexton, Betty Hollenkamp, Grace Higi, Mildred Ball, Gertrude Gerwe, Catherine Millitzer, Grace Chenal. CoAci-I-Miss Kasper. Track Mercury with winged hoofs, All we track girls now have proofs You were Greece's gladdest god, For your feet uniquely shod Took you over land and sea In a constant jubilee. With the wind upon your face You flew through eternal space, And you sensed a mystic joy Like a happy little boy Running fast with all his might. We, too, share your great delight In the glory of the race. With the wind against each face, Fresh and gay we make our start With a lightsorne, eager heart, And our fleet heels beat the ground With a steady, easy sound. But it's when we reach the goal We are jubilant of soul, When with nerves and sinews strained We can grasp the prize we've gained. 76 A Freshman's Diary Eleventh Dear Diary, no words can say How sick for home I am today. I wish my Mother could be here To help me start my high school year Twelfth I'm tired of roaming through the hall. I think 'twill be the end of fall Or later still, before I know just where and when I ought to go. Nineteenth Today we had a late High Mass. I prayed I'd study hard and pass. I hope that jesus hears my prayer And all my class grades turn out fair. Twentieth This afternoon we had a show. Instructive? Yes, I liked it? No. Though still I should be edified, I was so bored I could have died. Twentyfseventh The Ninth Year gave us a surprise, A play to feast our ears and eyes. I sympathize with Rip, poor man. I, too, take all the sleep I can. Twentyfeighth Today we walked to Watson Field And watched the airships while they wheeled. My feet were tired, but I felt glad. A girl who hikes cannot be sad. 77 5 7 1 A Freshman's Diary 0 Twelfth C October twelfth, Columbus Day. We had a whole big holiday. T How sad such days must be too good For us to have as daily food! 0 Thirteenth There was no chemistry today, B For all the students went away To see ice made. And now I see E I-Iow useful chemistry can be. R Seventeenth At last the Mission Candy Sale! My sweet tooth's satisfied. I hail The brave and valiant candy cooks Whose fudge tastes better than it looks Eighteenth Cecilian's Musicale today! I really like to hear them play. I wish that I could do as well, Sometime I may though. Who can tell? Twentyfftfth The first reports were read today. It's really very hard to say just how I felt when I was called. Nobody else was more appalled. Thrrtieth A party for gay I'Iallowe'enl My choice costume was red and green But much too tight. I dared not dance For fear the skirt might split by chance. 78 C. A Freshmarfs Diary U141CD2Z SJ'-T'-I'-1 B-R? USES? Qui? :1-.::fv r-. r--"1 :Evra gogmg :sas CT FWSQQU :r-go, QQ' 5:1-ZZ? Efifvo 3' was 5583 SVQQZQ. ,mm Sf NF F irst Feast of All Saints, a holy day, It's most propitious, so they say. I prayed to all the Saints I know, And hoped they would not answer, "No R Thirteenth Drear education talks this week! My spirit's growing very meek Beneath its great scholastic load. I believe that lessons are a goad. Fifteenth A fine oldffashioned Spelling Bee, As rare a sight as one can see. The competition was so tight I thought the match would last all night. I Twentyfthird Do, re, me, fa, sol, la, ti, do, That is the way the scales should gog And that's how our Cecilians sing, Their voices soar on Music's wing. Twentyfeighth Hurrayl Hurray! Thanksgiving Day, Spent in a gay and jolly way Will soon give us a deep delight- We start for home sweet home tonight. 79 A Freshman's Diary First Refreshed and ready now to work With resolutions not to shirk, We start anew the school girl's day As if it were just happy play. Second O music clear! 0 music sweet! I feel you in my hands and feet. Three college artists came out here! And every one imparted cheer. Sixth Reports again! Reports again! How hard it is to say, "Amen," I'm usually far from sad, But days like these I can't be glad. Fourteenth Today we held a great bazaar With customers from near and far, And when we saw the sum we made We felt our efforts were repaid. Twentyfsecond A visitor from far away, Old Nick, himself was here today. He gave us gifts and left much cheer Then promised to return next year. Twentyfthird Now is the time of mistletoe Of holly wreaths and virgin snow, The gladdest feast of all the year, Blest Christmas Day is almost here. 80 9,4 'E e-it 'lf 'B . A ,P Q"' n LC A Freshmarfs Diary J Fifth I came back late on Sunday night. A The Mountain was a pretty sight With bare trees hid by kind, white snow N Beneath the moon's enchanting glow. U sixth But it is not so nice today A So much hard work, so little play. The same old routine classroom grind, R Enough to tire 'most any mind. Y Ninth Sister Francesca talked to us Without much verbal pomp or fuss. And Oh, how interesting I deem The foreign Helds and mission theme. Sixteenth Tumfte diddle, tiddle tum ti, Sweet songs like these can never die. The Mozart's echo, loud and clear Is still resounding in my ear. Eighteenth We're highbrows nowg we take a part Discussing points of modern art. We think there's little else to know Because we saw a studio. Twentyffourth The math and science devotees' Assembly could not help but please. We learnt some scientific "whys" About the scintillating skies. "' 41" 81 A Freshmaifs Diary F Fourteenth E To win my heart will be no task, It's yours if you will only ask. B My love is yours, and yours is mine, For it's the feast of Valentine. . Eighteenth U The stars in the heaven must grow green When they descry the picture screen, A And see the hero, gallant knight R Save his fair love from woeful plight. Y Twentyfjirst Lady of Lourdes, we understand How much you blessed your favorite land, For we have heard the lovely tale Cf how you graced Lourdes' humble vale. 'Twentyfsecond This second national holiday We saw a famous actress play. L'Love Duel" so the play was named Its star, Miss Barrymore, is famed. Twentyfsecond A holiday on Saturday! ' , No words, no song, no speech s V can say 4' A L ,EQELJ How dire I think such awful plight. eff? George Washington must feel this 0' G 'K 1 3 Twentyfjifth L. A Our missioners are really good. They've done most everything they could To interest us in what they do. "The Flying Fleet" for me and you. H4 82 A Freshman's Diary M Eighth The long, free stretch of open road A Deserves a fine Pindari code, But let it here suffice to say We simply hiked three miles today. Ninth C Three days of silence for our souls To think upon their distant goal. H Three days Wherein to feast on love And pray to God in heaven above. Eleventh We like what We can understand. Because we saw the mission land In pictures on the screen we feel That it is something near and real. Fifteenth I like the Seven Gables so! There's no place else I'd rather go. We hiked the first half, rode the last. I hate to think the fun's all past. Seventeenth We celebrate most holidays In common, ordinary ways, But this was different, best of all, , Q' ' 13, For Irish fairies graced our hall. ,W 124 Twentyfflfth ' 7 J N Upon their Consecration Day, I' X They placed themselves 'neath 4 ,.,, ,.,, . H, Mary's sway, A ig K "" Nine girls, as good and pure and sweet, -N 4 As it will be your lot to meet. O 83 A Freshman's Diary A First The Minstrel was a great success. P I surely wish I could express How hard we laughed, like boys, unphased R Until the roof was almost raised. Fifth I I shopped for Easter clothes today. I wonder what the folks will say L When they see me step off the train, Arrayed in Fashion, chic yet sane. Eighth Spring fever has me in its hold. I am so tired, when all is told I think there is no "tireder" girl Inside this mammoth solar whirl. Twelfth It's much too warm to study now About some ancient history's "how," When there's a rich and lovely yield Of yellow daisies in the field. There are not many days to count Before we leave the dear old Mount. Vacation time will soon be here. To rest our brains from anxious fear. Twentyfthivd O 9' 4 4+ 0 Q Q O r Fourteenth 7 N ' 4 4 1,,e,. Give me an inch, I crave a mile. Because vacation's past awhile I want to go back home again Away from mathematics' ken. 84 A Freshmaifs Diary First The May procession was quite right. The sun shed just the proper lightg The birds, the weather, all conspired To make the day what we desired. Eighth The feast of our Directress here, Whom all of us hold near and dear, Was celebrated festively. We liked it well, and so did she. Eleventh Qur parents came to see the play, Dramatic highlight of sweet Magf. Though mine was no important part, I acted it with all my heart. Twelfth Its program taught me several things. I think each little bird that sings, Each blade of grass, all things that grow Teach something which I want to know. Twentyfjfth How sad it is, how sad alas! That I am in the Freshman class, For Teacher thought it would be best That we should take a C. U. test. Twentyfeighth I laughed until I almost died At what Miss Kasper's classes tried. We're acrobats, Csupposed to bel But handsprings get the best of me. ss 5 -o 5 XE 'NAC F Arlo J ski 551 1 K 'V' .c,. A 5 A Freshmarfs Diary First J The First of june, a happy day, Vacation's surely on her way. Quite proud of all my high school lore U I shall be going home once more. N Third I walked to Reading, quite a hike, To buy a present for my strike. E When she looks at it she will see A gentle hint to write to me. Fifth The picnic was a merry feast, A happy day to say the leastg And yet how sad now it is past To think it's nineteenfthirty's last. Sixth Mosquitoes, hreflies, june bugs, too, Alight upon the silver dew. gig? These mountain bugs know how to tease, They bite as hard as bumble bees. K l Eleventh N Commencement Day dawned bright and clear, I The bright, blue sky shed not a tear A To see the grads all go away If , Q l Upon their graduation day. X f 7 r ,gk gg N ,lf l Twelfth he ,W Goodfbye, goodfbye to Notre Dame. ,fl 5 - l I shan t forget her precious name. X If YA Soon, very soon perhaps, I may ,x X y Be coming back some bright fall day. ' um, 86 W 4 87 Annual Staff GRBTCHBN NAILDINE ...................... ,....... . . . .............. Editor MARY MARGARET MCGUIRE. . . ...... Business Manager LORBTTA Cosonovn ........ . ......... Art Editor WRITTEN UPON RECEIVING MY PROOFS I had some pictures taken Not very long ago And now I'm in a frightful fix, I really do not know Which I should have developed. Should it be this or that? This one, where I am standing, Or that, in which I sat? In this my hair is nice and neat, In that it's rumpled up, In that I look less like a girl, More like a shaggy pup. In this my lips are pursed too much In that my eyes are crossed. In this I seem too lovelorn, As if my heart were lost. I look at this, I look at that, I'm vexed and vexed, you see. Oh, won't somebody else decide just which is best of me! -Every Graduate ss TO THE MUSE Near to me, Dear to me, Please have no fear of me. Come take a look, And then stay in my book. For my heart's fire will cook Sweet dainties to eat, And I'll call you my Sweet, If you only will meet These wishes of mine, And give me a rhyme To appease my lean book for a time. -Editor A soL1LoQuY Oh, the editor's chair is an easy chair Compared to my threeflegged stool, Which quivers and wobbles and wavers, A target for all ridicule. The money comes in, the money goes out, just how and just why, I don't know, Yet I must keep track, Cjust try to keep trackj And tell where each penny must go. A shortage comes upg of course it's my fault! My realm is the realm of finance. Division, addition, are hot on my trail, Arithmetic leaves me askance. But still I must try somehow to supply The funds for the needs of the staff. And when I complain, it does me no good, They think it is worth a good laugh. And so I have learned, since my warnings are spurned, They will spend every dollar they see, Then theirs is the praise, the credit for taste, But the bills all will fall to poor me. -Business M cmager Genius is but perspiration, And this highfhat inspiration - Which the poets rave about Is so quickly put to rout That it might as well not be, It is little help to me. -Art Editor S9 HISTQRYOF l.fXSSOF3O Com Pulecl bv Gllrfe-IE her1NorJdme Dnoqvvirrgjs by Annawgohrberb If1.2L-HQLY SQ PT. ICLQL +5 vxQ0pQ"fpQ5hiQs 'lQenJa41hPee9fu5- Got vm .Q t "- X.. Vik survvwe i 1 W We onfacks S ' 0? moscjblmes Ot -I 6 Egcaoqqic V wif' inifzev 'i SEER.. Mil. 238 TPeq5,,q,HLqf Cjclf. ICIQI We KJ our' hom , rgrvovsf. Q f 1 ,9'f127"q45 X g n We become Y' O U membews s .ljxj m lk G cn lee lub. 4 g i I, H jp ,gh X. Weigo on X Q-fx X measure Mum db Fbl 11 'Q Q -EJ " our' Valeffmp. Weeklfnds-L18 5 ,... -Ebxiinqfocafch fa 1 ',AA W gy- The x Rod nb-3 bus. i Z,-1 lqszs- nqaq Efkenmme fem? N 5 fn 5 lfdltl fd us f, ll, A JIJNIOPS Rb. I'-fy :Cm Candy Sale Iss lbns - XLXZ. xx i ,T .I Aa . --11 ,.,x--.Q -of E x x Xl 3 x i Mamlmib, ICIQCI 5 Pr' its vqwhoq bgga-'ns fl' f 5, ,Q pallqgzq NU A ICQKADQS ,ron rl it V. Q 'K M' Annual fokeq. i M04 101.211 '- We View Q N- 0 'if 4' x I!" ffff 1 if jf , fm Q' xx , . 'im we ! Gln aa?-1 Plane 91 M ix 9 el uqaq- 11150 Sqft I'1.1q Lime bo1S come To our: School- 5 'L :P M h ll 4 1-,Q I I - Dc-mc. IQSO My Home I f,xX Ec.onomlh5 f Class qivee, OL Pqviff Nam, nqao We c-gxevclse in The 25 fi V 4 i ' xi, A 'auf le r " r " X ,M .3 ' X Inv.: , X I ' M N ... . N '-. www.. K-L .8 C R f Q- i U C Q JL QL, QW. l1Fp'.l1, Hao We er3o'1 G. - clewlmmuhiel. him W7 o W2 STQP in fx New u. Mao P s ' l A ' Q!! W"""""M Challenge WHY READ A BOOK? Why read a book when there are birds Printing clear and breezy words Upon the clouds' white pages? When A busy robin and a Wren Are syllables of ecstasy? A line of swallows on a tree, Or wire, is a sentence, long And sweeping. A flying flock's a strong Paragraph, while in the air Is quilled elaborately a rare Illumined manuscript in gold And green. And say what book can hold More fascination and delight Than birds in migratory flight? -C. C. BURNS Reprint from "Current Literature," December, 1929 REPL IES True, Nature's beauty can be seen By all who care to take the time, But who can know without research The works of all the bards sublime? For all tradition cannot be Approved through merely spoken words, And interest throughout time may change To let us see no joy in birds. For clouds will oft be in the sky Thus hiding migratory flights. Have prose and poems and legends all Lived in the sky with these delights? 'Tis true that beauty's realm may be Up in the sky with clouds and birds, Yet who can rob from books their share Of aging beauty in their words? MARY CLIFFORD, 1932 92 REPLIES 'Tis true that birds may print their words Upon the clouds' white pages, That robins, wrens, and swallows all May syllable the ages. But beauties rare and rich as these Are only memory's wages, 'Tis books that store eternally The golden thoughts of sages. S.M.E. Why look and dream the whole day through And think of flowers jewelled with dew, When leaves of some enticing book Deep truths reveal in every nook? Nature to you seems grand and high, But it will often make you sigh To plumb its depths, to wrest with art, To solve the riddle of its heart. Perused with care the classics rare Will yield solutions for warfare In love, in life, in youth, in age. Can Nature-boast of such a page? MARGARET MARY JANZEN, 1931 I know you often wonder why I scorn the birds up in the sky, To seek some rare sequestered nook Where I can revel in a book. It's 'cause the sky is far from here, And I crave something near and dear, Something that's not too high above For me to reach it with my love. Now once when I was very sad I sought a bird to make me glad. He only looked and laughed at me, He couldn't understand, you see. But a book is like a tender friend Who knows just what sweet words to send To ease my troubled, restless heart, And take away all hurt and smart. GRBTCHEN NARDINB, 1930 95 Stowaway ll-S5gV,K'-'jg LL set, sir?" queried Wilkins, drawing on his great furflined gi, gauntlets. 4 Commander Byrd stood meditatively before the trim little Floyd Bennett, and eyed it with evident approval. Crowds of eager reporters and newsfreel photographers milled in a continuous stream about the plane. It was getting colder, and a slight snowfall had set in. "We ought to be out of here now," observed Byrd, anxiously consultf ing his radiumfdial timepiece. "Everything will be O. K., Wilkins, as soon as that mite of a mechanic has finished." Byrd glanced searchingly about the field. "H'mA-guess he must have gone in," he concluded. "I don't see him anywhereg do you? Funny! I could have sworn I saw him not twenty seconds ago at the control board. It's pretty raw out here tonight, though. I suppose he made a dash for the warmth of the shelter house as soon as he Hnished. Well, let's be off, Wilkins." The pilot climbed into the cockpit and started the motor. The crowd fell back a little as Byrd prepared to swing the huge propeller into motion. In a moment it was spinning as evenly as a top. The plane lurched, shot ahead, bumped some feet across the rough field, and then rose gradually, easily clearing a row of trees that lined the road lying beyond. Higher and higher it climbed, always moving in the path of the powerful searchlights, until it was swallowed up in the darkness of the November night. "Say, Wilkins," shouted Byrd above the roar of the motor some twelve hours later, "we must be off the course." 'Tm afraid you're right, sir," replied the pilot. "I think we lost the route at the last coast town." "Wilkins," Byrd called again after several minutes, "I wish you'd go into the cabin and get that small map of South Atlantic Airways. I'll take the controls while you're gone." Wilkins, who was glad for a stretch after his long vigil, surrendered the controls to Byrd and went in search of the map. He was a big man, hardly one to be easily frightened or taken by surprise. But upon entering the door of the cabin, he started involuntarily, for seated at the table in the middle of the room, was the young mechanic about whom Byrd had been so perplexed on the previous night. The lad started, too, for he was hardly expecting to see either Wilkins or Byrd so soon. The pilot was the first to recover his composure. "Young man," he thunderedf' what are you doing here? I suppose you know well enough what Commander Byrd will say when he learns that there is a stowaway on board the Floyd Bennett, don't you?" "Yes, sir," replied the boy promptly, fully prepared to stand by his guns. "But perhaps you won't tell him, sir." Wilkins reflected silently for a moment. "I'll have to tell him, boy," he said at length. "You see, he'll find out sooner or later, and that wouldn't 94 be good for either of us. Maybe I can help you out, though. Come along, sir. When Byrd discovered the situation, he was incorrigible, and for fully five minutes he blazed and fumed with uncontrollable anger. "A stowaway!" he exploded. "What are you doing here?" he snapped at the boy. "Who are you? What do you want? How did you get in this plane?" "just a minute," put in Wilkins. "Give the poor lad a chance. He can't answer all those questions at once." , Byrd realized the truth of this statement and his next question came with a little less display of animosity. "Why did you come here?" he def manded. ' ' "It would take a long time to tell you in detail, sir," the boy replied, "but if you will listen to me, I'll make it as brief as possible." "All right," answered Byrd. "We'll listen. Go ahead." "My name is Dick Forrester, sir," the boy began. "When I was eight years old, Ronald Amundsen took me with him, as a mascot, on his trip to the South Pole. He made maps of the journey, even of the parts where he was lost. A few years before his death, he gave me the maps of the parts where he had missed the way, as a souvenir of the trip." At this, he took from his coat pocket a few small charts, which he proceeded to show Byrd and Wilkins. "You see," he continued, "I think these maps will help you back to the right course, for, no doubt, you know you are off the route, don't you, sir?" Byrd and Wilkins both nodded confirmation to this surmise. "See that thin pencil line running up there and ending in a star?" continued the boy, tracing the route with his finger. "That was the last time Amundsen got off the track, which was very near the Pole, so I think that if we follow that way we ought to get there. What do you think?" "I think you're right, boy," Byrd declared. "We'll try it anyhow. I'm afraid I'm going to have to thank you for hiding in this plane, instead of reprimanding you." And so the Floyd Bennett changed her course, and for several ,hours the plane forged ahead in silence. At last the bits of wasteland and frozen waters that mark the site of the South Pole came into view, and on the evening of November twentyfninth, nineteen hundred twentyfnine, the two explorers realized the accomplishment of their daring project. On the return trip, Byrd and Dick Forrester spent much of the time compiling marks of the journey. Nor did Byrd soon forget his debt of ratif tude to the young adventurer, for as soon as they reached land, the followf ing telegraphic message was flashed to all the leading newspapers of the world, through the Associated Press: YOUNG STOWAWAY ON FLOYD BENNETT SAVES BYRD AND WILKINS FROM DISASTER. IRENB COWBN, 1932 95 Guess Again Subdued li hts, inward groans, harsh mutterings, these were some of the features og a room in a college frat house. A knot of boys intently studying their assignments seemed to be the cynosure to which all lines of interest centered. One chap tussled with an essay based on "The Production of Wheat in 1908 Compared with That of 1929" His nei hbor was experimenting on a Greek drama, trying to hoodwink himself into believing that he knew every word he read. The real hero of the study room, however, had engaged a corner for himself, and, apparently, he was lost in the subject at hand. Concentra' tion seemed to claim him for its own, and the situation was so novel to his companions that they grew restless and waxed hot with curiosity. Who did not know that Stanford Leland James was not one to waste his precious moments of college life on mere books? Now he was spending an entire night in the study hall. "What was the absorbing object before him? Could a wide knowledge of science be purchased by a solitary night of confinement in the study hall?" Thus mused Stanford's friends. Leland was hi hly respected throughout the campus for his athletic prowess, and, while the professors did not approve of his idleness, he was generally liked in the classroom. Gradually the study room became deserted as accomplished tasks and drooping eyes beckoned to "Blanket Street." The clock hands moved to eleven, and still the Sphinx, Stanley, seemed oblivious to life itself. Midnight arrived, and with a cry of triumph, Leland james arose and said, "I knew I could figure it out. They're just eightyfhve and threeffourths days, until vacation!" MARGARET MARY JANSZEN, 1931 I KNOW A LADY I know a lady Like an oldffashioned rose, Whereon the dew has lain, Many times, And tears have stained. And sweetly now, When no one cares, Gives worlds Of happiness. She is no longer dancing, In costume gay, For she has seen Youth pass away. BETTY HOLLBNKAMP, 1931 96 DAEDALUS AND ICARUS Epic poetry, of course, is infinitely beyond the range of my prattling pen, but I do feel that I can say a few words about the shorter, less pref tentious verse forms. First, because I like them, secondly, because I am not educated enough to be biased by what the critics decree is art and what they decree is not art. I am free to give you my unvarnished impressions. Although all poets are brothers under the skin, and their brain children hence necessarily related, there is something about the poetry of our twentieth century which differs very much from that of preceding ages. In Milton's day, poetry was the sublime, exalted language of heaven and heavenly creatures. It was cold, reserved, and classically pure. The splendid sweep of its phrasing was majestic and effective, but far removed from the speech of human beings. To Byron, such a form was a means of getting even with the world, to Shelley, a marvelous, miraculous gift which he used, but never quite understoodg to Keats, it was a passion for beauty. But not until lately has it become the proxy voice of the multitude. Now only have certain poets set themselves up as mouthpieces for all humanity. Take Robinson, for instance. He writes the story of miserable men like Cory, Cheevy, and Flammonde. He gives them to us that we may behold the stark desperation and hopelessness of the world. Then the poet goes his way, having stirred up vague, tantalizing questions and problems, which neither he nor we can answer or solve. A bard of the old regime would not have done a rude thing like this. He would have ended with an apt epilogue, bidding us be good, lest we, likewise, suffer a deplorable fate like the wicked man in the story. Or had he been more skeptically bent, he would have left us the noble vision of desire. The old poetry was human. It rewarded the good and punished the wicked. For the sorrowfstricken it had pityg for the stout of heart, admiration. It recognized its limitations. Like wise old Daedalus, the writers of it knew their place and stayed in it. The new poetry is still very young. It condemns nothing, because it views everything in the light of cause and effect. The writers of it have a deep sympathy not only for Promethean souls, but even for the archfiend, himself. Like Icarus they are flying too close to the sun. They have for' gotten that they are not gods, and will remember they are men only when they End their wings me ted by the hot solar fire. GRBTCHEN NARDINB, 1930 DAWN Where the morning dawns upon the bay, Day by day, On the lone and quiet Waters blue, Of silvery hue, There quite peacefully a ship at rest Harbors, lest Disturbing waters mar its peace Earthly peace' DoRo'rHY RIELAG, 1932 97 The Unexpected EJQZIQQZQQZEQZEEQJLQQZQQZIQQZQQQEEIQQZ q v WAS ushered in by a cold, cruelflooking individual, who was W, dressed in a stiff, white uniform. gbgklis "Isn't it a lovely day?" She greeted me, sarcastically, I K-'!7J1 -V thought. Verbally I agreed with her, but in my heart I felt that it was the darkest hour of my life. "just be seated," she said. "Doctor Paine will be ready for you in a very few minutes." I sat on the edge of a chair, and waited. I picked up a magazine. I put it down, and waited. I opened my pocketfbook. I shut it, and waited. I stood up and started towards the window, then waited. "Follow me, please," came an imperative order from the lady in white. Like a prisoner condemned to the electric chair, I turned and followed her. Another frigid individual swathed in white led me to the dentist's chair and ordered me to sit therein. After covering me with a huge white towel, she began to sort out some evilflooking instruments. Iwatched her furtively. The doctor entered. He washed his hands, and gave a few abrupt orders to his attendant. When he sidled near the chair, I shut my eyes, opened my mouth, and grimly waited for the worst. He examined each tooth separately and individually. He inspected every crack and crevice. He explored every nook and cranny with a sharp, hateful little instrument. He stopped, frowned, and then took out a paper and pencil, and wrote something. Then he started the investigating process all over again. He called in his assistant. Meticulously they went over my teeth again, one by one. They looked worried. They went over into a corner and conversed gravely in tones "sub rosa." I caught such phrases as "upper left molar," "in the crevice of number eight," "doubtful" A cold sweat seized me, and I longed to die. The assistant left the room. Doctor Paine came back to me, looked at my teeth once more, and slowly shaking his head, left the room also. Quivering like an aspen, I quickly climbed down from that chair and fled towards the door, with the towel trailing behind me. There I came face to face with the nurse. I was terrified. Frantically, I glanced around the room. There was no other way of escape! That was the only door, and the windows were ten stories above the street. I stood petrified. I symf pathized with a mouse caught in a trap, waiting for the inevitable. At this moment the nurse laughed. It was a fiendish laugh, a mocking, guttural sound. How could any mortal laugh at such a time? "Congratulations, Miss," she said. "Your teeth are in perfect condif tion." Then I fainted. LUCINDA BLAIR, 1931 98 Jewelry I F it is indeed true that every lover of jewelry has Indian blood, l ,W then all civilized nations must be nothing more than subdued l . tribes of rampant redskins. Take me, for instance. I am a typical . "K American, more or less. Every time I spy shiny, glittering ob' jects dangling in a store window, my feet just refuse to go farther until my eyes have had their fill. To be strictly honest, however, I must confess that every piece of jewelry does not hold my interest. Cold, artistic pearls hanging from pedestals have never awakened even a dormant, classic tendency in me. They affect me no more than a row of sausages in a butcher shop. Still I do admit that I appreciate diamonds, especially if too many of them are not clustered to ether. Speaking of iamonds, reminds me of other things. Can you guess what they are? You generally find them in a dinky holefinfthefwall sort of store. Curios is what they are called. Whenever I see a blatant sign announcing them, I at once conjure up jade, ivory, and gold, carved by the longfnailed yellow fingers of a painstaking Chinaman. Then if I enter the store, a half Americanized Oriental usually comes tottering toward me. "Anything I can do for you today?" he asks in a mouldy voice. "No," I answer. "I just came to look, but I don't see anything. Thank you." Then I leave before he has time to spoil everything by telling me how much it costs. My suppressed ambition has often been to own a place similar to the one just described, and also to give it a proprietor worthy of the care of the lovely things that would be contained there. I fear, however, that since I am more the artistic than the business type, I might make a financial failure of such a venture, and since poverty, like love in a cottage, has never yet enchanted me, I think, perhaps, it would be best for me to continue admiring and appreciating jewelry, but to leave the buying and selling of it to other hands. I have not forgotten, you see, that people of my blood sold Manhattan for twentyffour dollars. MARGARET MARY JANSZEN, 1931 A HINT Lives of Graduates remind us We should try to do our best And departing leave behind us Notes to help in every test. 99 Mr. Julius Caesar, B.S.,M.A.,Ph.D.,LL.D. 5 We are not sure if you are entitled to all those letters after 4 A Q your name but we think you must be, for you were certainly , J a genius, and it is the surprise of everyone that you could do so many things at the same timegrule Rome, fight bloody battles in Gaul, and compose in Latin your immortal Commentaries which you dictated to so many secretaries that their busy typewriters were clicking from mornf ing to night. We feel that we have become intimately acquainted with you since last September when we began the translation of your Gallic Wars, so we thought we would write you this letter. No, we did not choose to write it in the Latina Lingua, for the reason that some of our school associates do not know that beautiful language. Why, they have never heard of the periphrastic constructions which you were so fond of using. We confess that it was a little hard for us at first to tell the difference between your active and passive periphrastic verbs, but we noticed that you were fond of saying that "things had to be done." Dear Julius, we really felt bad for you when you said, "Gaesari omnia uno tempore erant agenda." We think that was the occasion also when the attack of the enemy was so quick that you did not even have time to put on your helmet and to take your shield from its covering. Those Nervii with whom you were then fighting certainly had a great deal of nerve. We have often thought of asking you why you were so absolute. Do you know that we counted twelve "ablative absolutes" on one page of your Com' mentaries? We rather like them, though, because they are so easy to transf late, but we are sorry that you were so fond of "indirect discourse," and that your sentences are sometimes eight lines long. Indeed, we often get lost in them and have to sound an "S.G.S." to our teacher to show us a way out. That haughty Ariovistus and his German troops surely gave you a great deal of trouble, and we are ashamed to think that perhaps some of them were our ancestors. You seemed rather partial to the tenth legion and to Diviciacus. We noticed how kindfhearted you were when you embraced him with flowing tearsg also when sometimes over two hundred thousand men, women, and children cast themselves at your feet and with out' stretched arms begged your pardon and mercy, you spared them. We, however, would have liked to advise you about some things. When, as you said, you were going along the river and found "fords," why didn't you make use of them instead of marching so many tiresome miles on foot? And when you wanted to reconnoiter Great Britain with the idea of leading an expedition there the following year, why didn't you take a survey of the island in an airplane instead of sailing there in your fleet? And as for that wonderful bridge over the Rhine, which caused you so much trouble to make, and us so much trouble to translate, we think it was a great pity you destroyed it right after crossing the river. You EAR JULIUS CAESAR- ! 'L E i 100 mention that there was often a scarcity of grain supplies. It is a pity that you did not live here at the present time when there is so much grain on the market that people do not know what to do with it. Some critics say that you did not exactly tell the truth about your wars, because you left out all your defeats. But, dear Julius, we are glad you left them out, for it makes our work of translation much easier. Any' way, you were very modest and humble for you never said "I," but you always spoke of yourself in the third person, not like Cicero who, they say, was always presenting bouquets to himself in his orations. We were much pleased when we finished translating your Fourth Book, because we knew we had reached the limit of the requirements for the Catholic University examination in Caesar. This fact also pleased us, that when you wired to the Roman Senate the termination of your success' ful campaigns, it declared a thanksgiving feast and a holiday for twenty days, and we thought how nice it would be if we could sometime get a vacation like that in the middle of the school year. Dear Caesar, we trust you will not have any trouble in translating this letter. We have not used any indirect discourse, indirect questions, dubitative subjunctives, gerunds, gerundives, or supines, so as to make the reading of the letter easier for you. But should you find it too hard to make out, send us a message by radio and we will forward a "pony." Your devoted admirers, JEAN AND MURIEL or THE CLASS OF 1932 AUTUMN Autumn, they do you wrong Who greet you with a cheery song And shout, "Hello to you, gruff friend. We like the harvests that you send, But not so pleasing to our eyes Are falling leaves and greyftinged skies. 99 You are no rough, bluff, merry man Who laughs and sports because he can, But a sad soul who stirs the dust And breaks the leaves because he must, Who mocks to hide his hidden woe At seeing lovely summer go. Autumn, I often think of you, How you must hate the things you do, To wreck the beauty of a tree In answer to your fate's decree, To act a jolly, joking part And have a hurt within your heart. GRBTCHBN NARDINB, 1930 101 'cam JJJJJYYYVVY , YYY wvwvwvf ' " W""""-fv J Q -pil-'bi' .gi if X in 9 900.0 . .liftiiffwt 'ao Q30 firms-H Q O 9 qqooo VV 'fvvrv v 'lf' 'ogr- oobd C' Clovis' -o- l.0PC-'ltd T A h Bdcrliude Gcwwc oooilileen 3,9765 . 4. H-l'l0r1 lil. lfleawff ,, 9 ,virqiniq 'ill'il'fer' -- -Norma M819 +++ Giriiehenluardinr vvV Alicggi-TOY! 565 lgilliarivgmnda bbw 4 4 A A A D AAJ 6 das an-9 J ala P PPV? PD X il v VVV' ld 'VV 4 YY YV ell -I-4 AQJJ -at-"' 'X .rl IN' X 'tt 1' 3 Q4 ills - 1 'bf if, dl' lf" li- 4 4- I, 0 9' " 1 f my 7 , f' o Q q ,f ooo It .Rin 1', O. x 54 f' 09 ' 'px it 1 ' oo 4. 0 ' ' oo -L .. an . ., -. .Q 1 , " 0 VN K V' , ,od Q -3, -Q' 'O 64. S LJ . 4 -0 '41 90 xx 4' '- 3 A-,L 44114 'XX 4 . X. 4 I 1 5' ' 3 A 4- 338 Q- . ' E 1 44 ,v 2 "' Pr 'ar 2 dye' Q aP'pW "fs M bl' ' Q I I' rx lx! rx . A- ' 17' 1 0. ll Fr 'I " A x I :rx 4 f LORETTA COSGROVE GERTRUDE GERWE Sept. 1930: Kisses the Blarney Aug. 1930:Catches an alligator. Stone. July 1932: Swims across Panama Dec, 1931: Visits Prince of Canal. Wales. Sept. 1934: Marries a coffee May 1934: Smiles at Sphinx: planter. makes him talk. April 1935: Establishes resort june 1935: Founds a conserva for tennis cham ions. P tory for lost musicians. 102 v""xx ,J A 'A AAD 1 -Y X Y -Y I Y 'av 'D 44+ a.....-.I.-Lt . AILEEN JONES Oct. 1931: Hollywood4stars in "Talkies." jan. 1932: Writes a western novel. May 1934: Marries a noted scientist. july 1936: Lahors for welfare of Hindus. MARY M. McGU1RE Nov. 1932: Teacher of Esqui- maux. Dec. 1933: Lectures to Canadf ians on "How to Keep Warm." March 1935: Saved from can- nihal hy singing. june 1936: Marries a Russian artist. :ravi-'JL , -F wr NV, mf" vfvvvvrvv' sffllil ,J 'Pas YYYYVVYKYV VVVVY hee 1-bfi-+1-Kirk I' , .5 -9 ' :H+ -?.a ,-,",,,o-vWHoioS'l,. 4 4' '+.,Q?ial0.'Q+ Qlaxw Q ,JS 3 '-'NL Y ri'3 ++f+, 'F " 4 3'-I H axe? 1' ""'+-f 4-4-kk" V VV!! 4- Z L It 17' 40+ 5 1' 3 3 -- -' ' -- lr L' -,,- s L. e ? 2 . 'x Tr - Q Q Q '- OQOO 0 I -kg. rs KY ooo ' I s ,f g I IO ',,l'o0 Q ,I ' N' ol 2 0. 'az tx H, if ? I 1' 4 If Q' U --.."oq T- I 1 ' Ss ' 3. S I ' 9 Q x Q 0 ss 9,0 5 ++g? . 9. .fl I s .go rf-1' I6 .s ..-J . .t W, 4 s 1 L A T E kxy :N 7 A 5 I ,Y .: .37 qi I y as 10 2 . Q IX' yr 6,0 Yi. ,J- -Vl' I umaddi 9 li L ' U s.- Q.- - .5 -Qs -.- 0- , . NORMA MEYER Aug. 1930: Visits Norway, Feb. 1932: Composes oratorio called "Frigidity." April 1934: Plays for Rachmanf inoff. june 1936: Acquires a Ph.D. VIRGINIA MILLITZER jan. 1931: Teaches Spanish to natives. April 1932: Finds a curl of Moses in the Nile. May 1934: Marries an Egyptian Prince. Aug. 1936: Brings SN.D.'s to Cairo. GRETCHEN NARDINE Aug. 1930: Becomes biographer of Ethel Barrymore. May 1932: Teaches English in japan. Jan. 1935: Writes best seller called "Luke" Oct. 1936: Wins international prize at Sydney. I. ALICE PEXTON Nov. 1930: Falls heir to a gold mine. Dec. 1931: Skates across Green' land. April 1934: Marries poet in Iceland. june 1937: Settles in Russia. 103 LILLIAN RUNDA july 1931: Falls heir to a cocoa- nut grove in Central America Aug. 1932: Mountain climber in the Andes. Oct. 1934: Ridescamels through the Sahara. Jan. 1936: Settles in Madagas- Ciflf. GRADUATION PROGRAM Class Motto--"Ad Astra per Aspera" Processionalflfomp Circumstance in G ...........,........... Elgar March M1l1ta1fC ................4..................... Schubert Violins I Violins II Misses-JEAN FANGER Misses-AUGUSTA TEGEDER MARGARET SCHMIDT MARY ALICE RATH LUCILLE DUEENER AGNES CLIFFORD HELEN KRELL'-SYLVIA FRICKE Viola ,............... MISS DOROTHY RIELAG Violincello ........ ...... M ISS JANET KLINGER Harp .......... .... M ISS LORETTA FARRBLL Piano ............... MISS MARY LOUISE PATER Salutatory-The Class Motto ,................. MISS NORMA MEYER Piano-Polonaise in C Sharp Minor ........................ Chopin MISS GERTRUDE GERWE GRADUATION HONORS CONFERRED In the College Preparatory Course MISS NORMA MEYER MISS GRETCHEN NARDINE In the Academic Course MISS LORETTA COSGROVE MISS GERTRUDE GERWE In the General Course MISS AILEEN JONES MISS ALICE PEXTON MISS VIRGINIA MILLITZER MISS LILLIAN RUNDA MISS MARY MARGARET MCGUIRE HONORS FOR MUSIC CONFERRED Silver Medals for Piano MISS GRACE ENGEL MISS BETTY RIELAG MISS GERTRUDE GERWE MISS DOROTHY RIELAG Testimonials for Piano MISS GRACE CHENAL MISS HELEN KRELL Violin--Hungarian Dance No. 5 ......................... Brahms MISS JEAN FANGBR Piano-MISS GRACE ENGEL Pianos-Valse Opus 15 ................................. Arenslqy MISS DOROTHY RIELAG MISS BETTY RIELAG Valedictory-"Haec Olirn Meminisse juvabit' ............... Virgil MISS GRETCHBN NARDINE Song and Dialogue .................... His Highness 'Young Tucker THE MINIMS Chorus-The Sea Fairies ................................ Gilchrist THE CECILIANS Address to the Graduates ........ Honorable judge Dixon of Cincinnati 104 ' a Suppressed Desires LORETTA COSGROVE . . GERTRUDE GERWB .......... AILEEN JONES ....... MARY MARGARET MCGUIRE NORMA MEYER ............ VIRGINIA MILLITZER. . GRETCHEN NARDINE. . ALICE PEXTON ....... LILLIAN RUNDA ...... MARY ELLEN BARRETT. .... . . LUCINDA BLAIR ...... AUGUSTA BLUDAU .... CATHARINE FATH . . . AUDRBY FERNANDEZ. . GRACE HIGI ........ BETTY HOLLENKAMP . . MARGARET MARY JANSZEN . . RUTH NEWLAND ..... MARY LOUISE PATER . MARTHA SANDERS. . . CATHERINE SCHMIDT. . GERTRUDE VOR DEM ESCHE .... FERN CAMERON .... . MARY CLIFFORD .... IRENE COWEN. . . GRACE ENGEL .... HELEN KRELL. .. MURIEL PRATO . . . BETTY RIELAG. . . . . . RUTH IMWALLE ..,. JEANNETTE MEYER. . . to be a pinch hitter for the Chicago Cubs. to grow pickles. to grow serious. to answer all the advertisements for the eighteenfday diets. to direct Greta Garbo. to be a movie star. to write a problem novel. to live on a farm. to marry a cave man. to have enough to do. to be an expert toastmaster. to let her smile serve as dynamite for grief. to beat all things except a carpet. to get back to school on time. to establish a school for laughing purposes only. to wear a size three shoe. to make you smile out loud. to think in terms of Pex and tons. to grow garrulous. to be prefeminent in composition. to establish a library. to be an early bird with her English assign' ments. to be a headliner on the Albee circuit. to win a Charleston contest. to write play reviews. to bury Caesar, not to praise him. to win her dream hero. to write an epic on "Chicago," to have the license number 210 for her car. to further a whispering campaign. to have her own office. ak Pk Pk "This," said the oflicer, pointing to an inscribed plate on the deck," is the place where our gallant captain fell." "No wonder," replied the lady, I nearly slipped on it myself." Sk Pk bk Loretta: "My, it looks as if a horse thief has been at my desk!" Gretchen: "Why, is your pony gone?" 106 An Irishman was eating an apple pie with some quinces in it: "Now, honey," said he, "if a few 11-16. v quinces give such a flavor, how ff, would an apple pie taste' made all 'J of quinces?" Q wk if ar xx' fb An Enghshman and an Irish G man, happening to be riding to' . gether, passed a gallovvs. -'n "Where would you be," said the Englishman, "if the gallows had its due?" f "Riding alone, I guess," said the Irishman. 'mil elf Pk all ' Miss Kasper: 'LWhy didn't ,If '3 you pass the ball to your Captain?" 'J hx Freshman: "I won't pass it to her--I don't like her!" M- wk ik BK Teacher: "Where was the Declaration of Independence signed?" Mary Bright: "At the bottom." PK Pk Pl' "What was the most remarkable thing about Washington?" asked the history teacher. "His memory," said the bright Junior in the last seat. "His memory? What makes you think that?" "It must have been," replied the precocious junior. "They built a monument to it." Pk wk Ulf "I never for the life of me," moaned a despondent Freshman, "could understand wireless telegraphyf' "Why," said an erudite Senior, "it's as plain as day. They just send the messages through the air instead of over the wires." "Oh, I know that," continued the discouraged one, "but how do they fasten the air to the poles?" wk PF JF Helen: "I'd like something striking to give as a present." Salesman: "Well, vve've got some nice clocks upstairs." il! PF ill Why was St. Paul like a horse? Because he liked Timothy. P 107 M. N. D. LIBRARY The Vision of Desire ............... The Soda Fountain The Crisis ............ ..... E very Pupil Tests Cut of Due Time .... ..... M athematics Under Sail ......................... MOUNTAIN LORE Kidnapped ......................... College Humor The House in the Golden Orchard .... Ethel Rose Shoppe Her Father's Share ........,......... Report Cards To the Dark Tower ................ Sunday Night Study Period WEATHER BUREAU FERN CAMERON ....... dark and cloudy. MARY CLIFFORD ...... calm and clear. DOROTHY RIELAG ..... warmer tonightg rain tomorrow. BETTY RIELAG ........ approaching storm. ANNIE B. MOGUIRE . .bright and sunny. JEAN WAGNER. ..... .mild. GRACE ENGEL ........ cool but breezy. MILDRED BALL . . ..... quite warm. HELEN KRELL ........ slowly rising temperature. JEAN FANGER ........ cool and moist. MURIEL PRATO ....... an earthquake from Chicago sweeps Cincinnati. IRENE COWEN ........ brief thunderfstorms. COMMERCIAL COMPARISONS 'I Hasn t Scratched Yet . ................ .... N inth Year The Wonder Book of the English Language. ..My Diary Children Cry For It ,................. ..... C hemistry Even Your Best Friends Can't Tell You ...... In Exams Luxurious Transportation ............ ...... T he Reading Bus Danger ! .... .....,....................... C onditioned FF Ili PF Lillian: CViewing the pictures of past graduates hanging in the Senior corridorj "I wonder where they'1l hang us next year." Pk Pk if Mary Catherine, wreathed in Titian tresses, "Girls, here comes a bull. If you have any red on, take it off." ill Ulf ik If you don't want to be robbed of your good name, do not have it printed on your umbrella. 103 EQU1ssE LGCALE Lives there a girl with heart so cold Who never to a friend hath told A tale of unrequited love, When she hath got her in a cove Where she can tell her tale of woe, And say how sadly she must go Through each dark day because she feels A passion in her which reveals That she can never happy be. Unloved by one she loves, she'll be A malcontent! Oh, lives there such Who has not loved a strike too much And found her love received with scorn? Then let this verse her grave adorn: "Here lie the bones of this queer girl Who kept her head from love's mad whirl. All brave, true love her heart has scorned, She lived and died, unloved, unrnournedf' GRBTCHEN NARDINE, 1930 Pk ak Pl! The train was behind time. An impatient passenger called the con ductor. "Can't you go faster than this?" he asked. "Sure," was the reply, "but I have to remain with the train." ak wk Dk A FOUNTAIN FUGUE The school now has a fountain. It really comes in handy, For jellyfbread and bottled milk Can never taste like candy. A Baby Ruth or Silver Top Will help us lots in class, When We've a dreadful history quizz We simply have to pass. The fountain girls are cross some times. They fret and fume and fuss, But that's not much compared with The joy they bring to us. RUTH NEWLAND, 1931 109 il n E E f:f?,wpp-pf! kf,"1:---- ' - -,fpf .f "V " .ITA'fl ',"" 11 ' I. "e-'I f 24' - fw"ffi'Q'2wWifl"'5 'W' Heli Z IE A? I " ' ff a :g,,,--- . ' , ' f' PH ' b w 35' I'j4',4. .Q a ,, f? p':fJ , -.iw ' L .5 I 1 ' '.4s'qff?' 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Duffner, Alice ..., Engel, Grace ,.... Farrell, Loretta. . . Fanger, jean ..... Fanger, Marian ..... Fath, Catharine. , . Feck, John ..... Feck, james ........ Feck, William ....,....... Fernandez, Audrey ....... Fritsch, Marie ......,..... Fricke, Sylvia ...... Gardner, Ethel .....,,,,. Gerwe, Gertrude ......... Glaser, Dorothy .....,..,, Glorius, Margaret ......,, Greiner, Mary Evelyn ..... Hehman, Audrey ........ Heilker, Mary Louise ...,. Heuer, Thelma ........... Higi, Grace Irene ...,...,. Hollenkamp, Betty ...,.,.. Imwalle, Ruth ........... janszen, Margaret Mary. . . jones, Aileen ............. Addresses Street 408 S. Cooper Street ........, 98 Patterson Street ........... 207W W. Monument Avenue. . . 4220 Sullivan Avenue ........ Rural Route No. 13 ......... Orchard Avenue ......., . Hotel Alms ......,....... . 2733 Losantiville Road ....... 2733 Losantiville Road ....... 337 Benson Street ........ . 120 Benson Street ........... 211 Erkenbrecher Avenue .... 2096 Queen City Avenue ,... 528 Boal Street .............. 2962 Lescher Avenue ........ 523 E. Third Street .,... . . . 523 E. Third Street ..... . 523 E. Third Street ...,. . R.F.D. No. 3 ........... . . . 3408 Manor Hill Drive ....... 406 Benson Street ....,,, . . . 406 Benson Street ..... . 1213 Market Street ....,. . . . 1169 Overlook Avenue .... . 6148 Tulane Road ...... . 6148 Tulane Road ....... . . . 2645 Fenton Avenue ......... 2420 jefferson Avenue .... , 2420 jefferson Avenue ,... . 2420 Jefferson Avenue ..., . 6'C Wilmar Apartments ..... 724 Dayton Street. ....... . 14 Vorhees Street .... Reading Road ........... , 3156 Montana Avenue .... . Sharon Avenue ,.,,..,,. . Concord Place ........... . 300 West View Avenue ..,.. 716 Cooper Avenue ......... 3409 Observatory Road ....,. 805 Wachendorf Street .... , 823 West Ninth Street .... , 304 Schenck Avenue .... . 4811 Main Street ...... . 624 Rockdale Avenue. . , . 518 Lexington Avenue .... . 114 City Lockland, Ohio Dayton, Ohio Dayton, Ohio St. Bernard, Ohio Shiloh Es? Covington Pike Dayton, Ohio Lebanon, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Pleasant Ridge, Ohio Pleasant Ridge, Ohio Reading, Ohio Reading, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Utica, Illinois Cincinnati, Ohio Reading, Ohio Reading, Ohio Reading, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Pleasant Ridge, Ohio Pleasant Ridge, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Norwood, Ohio Norwood, Ohio Norwood, Ohio Dayton, Ohio Hamilton, Ohio Reading, Ohio Reading, Ohio Westwood, Ohio Glendale, Ohio. . Reading, Ohio Lockland, Ohio Reading, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Reading, Ohio Anderson, Indiana Dayton, Ohio St. Bernard, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Newport, Kentucky Name Klinger, Janet ...,. .... Krell, Helen .... . . . . . . . Liebman, Phoebe ......... Louis, Janet ..... ........ McGuire, Mary Margaret . McGuire, Annie B ,.,.... McGuire, Ellen Virginia. . . McGuire, Kathleen ...,... Meiser, Mary Louise ...... Meyer, Norma ..,........ Meyer, Jeannette ....,.... Meyer, Phyllis ........,,. Millitzer, Virginia ........ Millitzer, Catherine ....... Mullen, Susie Mae ....... Nardine, Gretchen. Newland, Ruth . . . Overbeck, jane .... Pater, Mary Louise Pexton, Alice .,.., Pexton, Betty ...., Prato, Muriel ..... Rath, Louise ...... Rath, Mary Alice ...1.... Rielag, Dorothy. . . Rielag, Betty ...... Runda, Lillian ....4 Sanders, Martha. . . Sanders, Anna May ...... Schmidt, Catherine ....,., Stagge, Mary Agnes ...., Stagge, James ...,........ Stagge, Nicholas ,....... . Staunton, Mary ........, Streuber, Mary Catherine.. Stricker, jean ,.,.. ...,... Tapke, Dorothy Louise. . . Tegeder, Augusta .....,. Tegeder, Wilma ....,..,. vor dem Esche, Gertrude.. Vondran, Helen ......... Vondran, Lorena ....,.., Vondran, Charles ........ Wagner, Jean Cable ...... Wagner, Lucille .......,. is 'v Street Blossom Heath Road. . . Seven Gables ........,.. Belvedere Apartments .,.,. 228k Williams Avenue. . . 121 Pearl Place ......,. 121 Pearl Place ......... 121 Pearl Place ,...... 121 Pearl Place ........, et 230 Walnut Stre ........ 4426 Carnation Avenue. . . 749 Lexington Avenue. 749 Lexington Avenue. 126 jackson Street ..... 126 Jackson Street ..... 12 W. Benson Street. . . 410 North Vermilion Street 723 Considine Avenue ..,. 230 Grove Avenue ..... 255 W. First Street ,.... 255 W. First Street ..... 513 N. Sheridan Road ..... Riddle Road .......... Riddle Road ..........,.. 2420 Jefferson Avenue .... 2420 Jefferson Avenue .... 109 Vine Street .....,..,. 56 Mt. Pleasant Avenue. . 92 N. Hamilton Avenue. . . 15 Pearl Street .......,,.. 5 300 Montgomery Road . 5300 Montgomery Road. . . 5300 Montgomery Road. . . 422 Grove Avenue ..... 605 Front Street ........ 338 Rockdale Avenue ..... 3578 Epworth Avenue .... Reading and joseph Road. . Reading and Joseph Road. . 4407 Kemper Avenue ...,. 6428 Montgomery Road. . . 6428 Montgomery Road. . 6428 Montgomery Road. . . 111 East Monroe Street ........ .R.F.D. No. 1 St. Columbus 115 Ave.. ..,..,..,,, City Dayton, Ohio Loveland, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Lockland, Ohio Tennessee Knoxville, Knoxville, Tennessee Knoxville, Tennessee Knoxville, Tennessee Ohio Reading, Cincinnati, Ohio Dayton, Ohio Dayton, Ohio Loveland, Ohio Loveland, Ohio Reading, Ohio Danville, Illinois Slab Fork, West Virginia Cincinnati, Ohio Wyoming, Ohio Dayton, Ohio Dayton, Ohio Highland Park, Illinois Woodlawn, Ohio .Woodlawn, Ohio Norwood, Ohio Norwood, Ohio Reading, Ohio Wyoming, Ohio Mt. Healthy, Ohio Reading, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Wyoming, Ohio Portsmouth, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Reading, Ohio Reading, Ohio St. Bernard, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio . Sandusky, Ohio Sandusky, Ohio Mount Notre Dame Academy Reading, near Cincinnati, Ohio OLDEST CONVENT BOARDING SCHOOL for Girls in Southern Ohio and Select Day School for Girls Conducted by The Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur Afhliated to the Catholic University, and to Trinity College, Washington, D. C., and holds membership in the North Central Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools. 0k9C'tD Preparatory, Intermediate, Academic and College Preparatory Courses Special Advantages for Music and Art UN9 EXTENSIVE GROUNDS OUTDOOR SPORTS GYMNASIUM 000 G00 Apply to Sister Superior or Telephone VAlley 254 Com pliments Of THE MGUN T NOTRE DAME ALUMNAE Compliments of o Mr. and Mrs. John A. Cosgrove Compliments of A Friend Compliments of the Misses Cuddahy of New 'York Compliments Of Roger McGuire 701 Holston Bank Building Knoxville, Tennessee Compliments Of The Chicago Market Company 114f116 West Sixth Street Cincinnati, Chio Compliments of A Friend Best Wishes from 1929 to 1930 Compliments of Frank Ice Cream Co Com plimen Of Woebkenberg Dairy Co READING, GHIO Compliments Of 1931 The READING BANK Capital ...,................... . . . , . . . ... 825,000.00 Surplus and Undivided Profits .................4..... . . . 48,500.00 Organized in April, 1906 Qffcers: JOHN SINGER, President E. M. GARDNER, Vice President H. A. GREEN, Cashier C. L. BURK, Assistant Cashier Directors: HENRY ALBERT A. S. BIDDLE PHILIP C. BOK JOHN SINGER E. M. GARDNER The READING BANK SOME SIXTYfFIVE YEARS AGO The HOUSE of PUSTET was opened in Cincinnati Offering to all interested- Catholic Devotional Articles for the Church, Chapel and Home. The same Courteous Considerations Marking our Beginning are in Evidence Today. Every need-every possibilityfin our line of Service, We care for. Don't forget we also look after Class Items-such as Rings, Pins, etc. For Rosaries, Medals, Prayer Books, Statuary, Pictures and the like we are efiicient. We Welcome your Call. FREDERICK PUSTET CO., Inc. 436 Main St. The Same Old Location Opposite Government Square Koetter Brothers PLUMBING and HEATING 648 MAIN STREET READING, OHIO Telephone, VAlley 343 Compliments of V 1932 john Sexton E99 Compliments . of Manufacturing Wholesale Jghn Mgiggf Grocers , Builder ESTABLISHED 1883 CHICAGO Phone, VAHCY 44,7 Estab. 1904 Church Furnishings of Every Description Louis Uehlin Plumbing and Heating Gasfitting Ee? Sewer Tapping Reading, Ohio Importers E? Manufacturers of Religious Articles JL ill: BENZIGER BROTHERS 429 Main St. Cincinnati, Ohio Compliments Of Mr. and Mrs. T. J. Farrell IMWALLE M E M O R I A L Funeral Service VINE ST. AT WASHINGTON ST. BERNARD Telephone, Avon 741437415 A. B. Sudhofla and Son Ladies' Dresses 205 West Fourth Street Cincinnati, Ohio Feed Flour "Only the BEST" The john Mueller Co. ll 321f2'7 Wyoming Ave., Lockland, Ohio Phone, VAlley 71 Coal Builders' Supplies A dependable place to buy your Musical Instrument or Radio Eiilillifn "Everything Musical" Reading, Ohio Largest Suburban Music Store in the County L. G. Weisbrod Tea and Grocery Co. GENERAL MERCHANDISE 1005 Main Street Reading, Ohio Phone, VAlley 1097 Frank Geraci E99 Son FANCY FRUITS AND VEGETABLES Wholesale and Retail Phone, VAl1ey 1483 1003 Main Street Reading, Ohio A tasteful mark of distinction DOT FOOD PRODUCTS E. Huttenbauer E99 Son Compliments WHOLESALE of MARKET F. C. ROBINSON Butchers, Provision and Poultry Dealers DENTIST T21ePh0HCS, MNH 22622263 921 Main St. Reading, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Phone, VAHCY 860 ENGRAVED WEDDING INVITATIONS AND ANNOUNCEMENTS The POUNSFORD STATIONERY COMPANY 422 Main Street Cincinnati, Ohio Compliments Of George Hausser R. T. Welling WATCHES DIAMONDS JEWELRY Lockland Ohio Max Bohrer Bakery Benson Street Reading, Ohio Emery, Pendrola Hugo Bohrer and - Bakery Lyric Theatres Benson Street Reading, Ohio The Best of Pictwres Phones, CAnal Compliments 5588 of The Central Pocahontas Coal New Fisheries Company Company 324 W. Sixth St. Welch, W. Va. Norfolk, Va. Cincinnati, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Compliments Of Josephine Gown Shop Compliments Of Miss Phoebe Liebman Compliments of Cincinnati Art Publishing Company Mr. and Mrs. G. Millitzer 1021 Broadway Cincinnati, Ohio Compliments T of . . Taxi Service The 211 Wyoming Avenue, Lockland, Ohio Athens Confectionery PhOHe,VA112Y 20662968 Day and Night 509 Benson Street Reading, Ohio F. WBSTENDORF, Pmpnetm Phone, CAnal 0077 Compliments of John E. Lietmeyer EG? Son Mr and Mrs Funeral Directors Jghn Bagggtt 502 E. Thirteenth Street Cincinnati Ohio Compliments Phone MAin 6907 f O Joseph Kroger Soap Co. Menze Brothers Disinfectanfs Insurance Company Sanitary Specialties-Janitors Supplies 123 E. Second Street Hamilton, Ohio Cincinnati, Ohio Compliments BISSI GER' Nurre Brothers Funeral Directors 1564 Elm Street Cnear Libertyj Phone, CAnal 6930 Cincinnati, O. The DCRST Company Manufacturers of PLATINUM DIAMOND JEWELRY PLATINUM and GOLD MOUNTINGS CLASS RINGS and PINS FRATERNITY EMBLEMS 2100 Reading Road Cincinnati, O. Compliments Of The Webb Studio Lord Jgffq In the olden days wood engravings placed noblllty ln the foreground. 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Mount Notre Dame High School - Mountain Lore Yearbook (Reading, OH) online yearbook collection, 1930 Edition, Page 24

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