Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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n Hue Rose of Calvary ll hile drop.f of Prerioux Blood Fell in mercy on HiJ foes, Clo.re by her dying Son Knelt Calzt'ary'J lovely Rore. Her Mother'J heart wax pierred By a thorn. af Jharp and deep AJ earh nail in Hi! Sarred Hand W'hirh famed her foul to weep. And ay the gazed upon her Son On Calzfary'I bloody hill She bowed in refignation to Her hearenly Fatherfr Wfill. For well the knew He'd die Thar- all might fnd the way Into Hit torn and bleeding Heart For an eternal day. VIRGINIA KAUFMAN '46 X V7 ti' MEI, A Mother's Prayer Do you think I'll e'er forget Your eye: .fo Iolenzn blue? No. dear boy, I'll not forget- My life ix all for you. Are you afraid, O .fleeping babe You'll someday lore my love? No, dear one. you're my ezfery prayer To the tender God above. IW hen you are grown and leave my rare Coulkl I then forget? No. little Jon. it Jhall not be- Wfill you. my boy, forget? Sleep on and on, my little one. Hold tight to every toy,- And I Jhall stay and wdtrh you, dear, My ehild-my infant boy! GERRY ZELLERS '45 Study in Contrasts I like to ge! hungry: my food taxter much better It'5 nice to be thirfty: the water is welter My bed ix much .rofter when I'm dead on my feet IV hen I'm freezing with cold, there if nothing like heat. It'.I more fun to rext when I'1fe uorked a few hour! The Jun .veemx much brighter, after dark eloudf and Jhowerx I like to walk milef. then ride long in a ear I lozfe to do homework-wait. thi: if going too far! PATRICIA CARSTENSEN '45 D Q olI',6Clf1fiZL.faN

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7 GRY? Friendship -Hofven tate! Fuendfhzp if making friendr the bert you can And being ju.rt to your fEll01L'l7ldll. It! going onward dexpite defeat And fighting Jtaunrhly. but keeping Jweet. ll'.r being rlean and it'J playing fair. It',r laughing lightly at Danze Defpair. lt'5 looking up at the Jtart above, And drinking deeply of life and lozfe. It'.r .rtruggling on with the will to win, But taking a lou with a cheerful grin. It'.r .rharing Jorrow, and work, and mirth, And making better thif good old earth, It'J rerzfing, ftriifing through Jtrain and Jtreu, That'5 keeping friendf through our very beJt. BEVERLY WARNER '45 Summer Rhapsody fParody on The Derert Songj Blue hiflorief and you ana' I And homework piled up to the Jky, The free outdoorr whixpering a lullabyf- Only wall'J around nie. And bookf .rurround ine. Oh give me a week dizfine! No homework would .ruit nie fine. The .l'lH7ll7l?l'vJ' Jun falling It'.f rharrn enthralling Maker nzy heart pine. MARGARET OBERLE '48 Senior Blues My Mother IW ho bringf .runxhine through all feart? IV ho bring.: Jniilex xx to end all tearf? ' -R lWho.fe underrtanding ronquerf fright? Whore lore .rtandx guard throughout the night? My Mother. SUZANNE BARRY It'.r june. and at I glance around The dear, familiar Jcene, Men1'rie.r of there yearf rufh bark, And I begin to dream . . . Freyhinan year wat .ro tonfu.ring,' My trouble.: then, are now anzufing. Sophomore year war loadt of fun: That ix, after we got our honzework done. junior year, and the gloriouy Prom ,' Whom Jhould I take, Dirk? Harry? Torn? But the Senior year way beft of all,- N I think I'll flank and tome hack next fall! MARY LYNNE GIERINGER '45 '4

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6Land of the Pilgrim 'S Pri ' john Standish frowned as the strains of America poured forth from the radio beside the couch, instead of the sentimental dance music that he had an- ticipated. My f0llIl'll'-J! fir of lhee Sweet land 0 liberty Of thee I ring. Land where our fatloerf died Land of the Pilgrimbr pride , . . john reached lazily over and shut off the radio, then jerked up in amazement as a vaguely familiar looking man stand- ing in the doorway queried, Did some- one mention my name? Who are you and what are you doing here? john counter-questioned. I'm only a poor pilgrim, the man, in a costume which confirmed his words, asserted. I've been out of touch with the world for years but because of my high standing, due to my establishment of Thanksgiving Day, I obtained per- mission to come back and see how things in the colonies were coming along. The only trouble is--I can't find America. John continued staring but managed to force out, But this is America. My dear little boy, I'm afraid thou art mistaken, Mr. Pilgrim said gently but firmly. I saw a flag on my way here which definitely was not English. Of course it wasn't English. The 'stars and stripes' have been the Ameri- can flag ever since we won our inde- pendence. Surely you heard about that, john inquired not too hopefully. What! The little American colonies independent? Well, I never would have believed it. Tell me, who is the Ameri- can king? John looked at him a moment scorn- fully and then replied, America doesn't have a king. It's a democracy-a gov- -PAT CA ARS NSEN '45 ernment of the people, by the people and for the people. Oh, come now, the Mayflower gent admonished, there must be somebody who makes the laws and oppresses the masses. Congress makes the laws, johnny said. But it can't infringe on the peo- ple's privileges. The Bill of Rights won't let it. The Pilgrim cocked his tall black hat over one eye in a gesture of disbelief and inquired skeptically, The Bill of Rights -what's that? The Bill of Rights is the first ten amendments to our Constitution, Johnny informed him, and they absolutely guarantee our liberties, freedom of re- ligion and . . I pray thee, do go slower. Remem- ber, I'm not as young as I once was. Did I understand thee to say that the Anglicans, the Puritans, and the Separ- atists are all getting along amicably to- gether? In America no one can tell you what to believe, john answered, surprised at his own vehemence. And besides that, you can say what you please, print what you please, and petition for what you please. What a wonderful country this is, the Pilgrim agreed, adding boastfully, and to think that I helped start all this. I must admit to thee, however, that when I signed the 'Mayflower Compact' all this never entered my mind. But wait. On my way down to earth I passed some soldiers going up, and they said there was a war gping on here. I nat- urally assumed that it was with the sav- ages, but I presume I was mistaken. I must hear all about it. Pray tell me, are there any soldiers quartered here? Quartered here? Why, of course 20 THE SCROLL