Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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A Name fins Anken . . . TOP ROW: P. Palmer, P. Schoen, P. lVIcCarthy, P. Brunner, P. Nlattson, P. Ursuline.', MIDDLE ROW: P. Stalder, P. Carstensen, P. Hanlon, P. Kennedy, P. St. Arnaud, P. Roller, P. Sanders, P. Carroll, P. Feak, P. lVIcDermott, P. Robie, P. hiauter, P. Mclxitosh. BOTTOM Row: P. Celusta, P. Resch, P. Surtman, P. Blake, P. Glennon, P. Fox, P. Pie-ree, P. Wilde. MISSING: P. King, P. Fritter. Out of the depths of the four classes of St. Ursula's a name that a few years ago was practically unknown has become most popular. In fact, ten per cent of the student body is called by this illustrious name - Patricia. The Seniors, heading the list, have eight in their class alone. Evenly divided, there are four in each home room. The Seniors, naturally, are the leaders of the school, the Freshmen, the new- comers. The Juniors and Sophomores, being neither green nor tops, believe in sticking together. Both have seven Pats apiece, five in Junior B and only two in Junior A. The Sophomores, more evenly, have four in Sophomore A with three in Sophomore B. Freshman B is very proud of its four Pats, but poor Freshman A has none at all. And last, but not least, comes the one Pat not yet mentionedg the Pat who outshines and overshadows every other one, the Pat who is a friend of all the teachers and studentsg the Pat who is envied by all because of her luscious black curly hair-is our precious Kerry Blue dog, Pat. -FRANCES STRAUB '43 THE SCROLL 15

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Good Friday and each girl could not help but feel the spirit of this holy sea- son. During the summer camps, the counsellors put on pageants depicting the lives of different saints, in which the children themselves participated. Such is the Grail--such is their spirit -the spirit of God. I can think of no better way of clos- ing this article than by quoting a typical Grail prayer-beautiful, courageous and Christ-like : Give us courage and enthusiasm Give us charity and unity. Give us the spirit of initiative' and origi- nality of thought. Give us a pure intention in everything and a deep love of the Cross. Give us thirst for souls. Deliver us from cowardice and the fear of making sacrifices. Deliver us from blindness towards the needs of our neighbor. Deliver us from deafness towards the inspirations of the Holy Ghost. War Christmas Christmas this year will he saddened with war, But we'll make it more holy than ever before. We'll forget for the while the bloody fray. And welcome the Christ Child on Christmas Day. Oh little Christ Child, please guide our wayf Make our Christmas a holy day. Peace on earth, good will to men May it ring joyously again and again. -PEGGY SURTMAN '43 'NX ffl S' af Qiffess 0 0 0 By this time people are looking at me and shaking their heads. Why? Well, just because of this article! So you know how old St. Ursula's Academy is? You don't? Well, Susie Straub informs us that it is eighty ye-ars old . . . Jean Zerbee says Hone hundred and fifty while Colleen Bayer states that it is about one hundred' years old. But truly, girls, our Alma Mater is seventy-five years old. Now for our second question-it hap- pens to be I-Iow many steps from the first floor to the fifth floor?y' Norma Dannin said I have no idea-I never counted them. Say, what are you do- ing?,' Sometimes I wonder myself! Dorothy lylurphy, sophomore genius, stated, I counted them one day, but I forgotf, Don't worry, Dot, I always forget at exam time. A concrete an- swer came from Pat Stalder, who said Hfiftyn. Quite close, Pat, the number is exactly eighty-two. Here's one that you could go wrong on: How many books are there in the library? Well, Mary Mahoney and Rita Rutherford both said 1500, while the answer of 600 came from Dolores Miller. A dozen, yes, a dozen roses to Jean Quigley, who said: Well, now, I'll tell you-about 4-l50. Very close, for when the tabulations were taken we found that 4523 books were recorded in our library. Do you know how many nuns are on the faculty? Lyda Venia thinks that there are 'lenough that we see them every place we gof' It seems that Jean- nette Tremblay and Evelyn Burroughs haven't the slightest idea. HYe gads, what a question to ask mef' came out of a person by the name- of Janet King. There are nineteen nuns on the faculty. Now, remember that! Well, if I don't stop, I'll be on the next page, so I take my leave-. -- GERTRUDE STOELZEL '43 14 THE SCROLL

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As I Have loved You . .. HILE the snowflakes were pull- ing their blanket over the earth, Sandra, walking aimlessly along the dark road, reviewed the events that had taken place in the past few months. It had all started when the Germans en- tered the town, bringing with them only death, suffering and destruction. Then for days on end airplanes had thundered overhead. Despite all odds, however, the Russians had beaten them off. During all this strife there had been plenty of work to be done. Never be- fore had Sandra seen so many dying, wounded and hungry souls since she had arrived from America two months be- fore. All her efforts had gone toward helping these. lfngrossed thus in he-r thoughts, she was suddenly jolted from her musings by stumbling over some- thing in the snow. Imagine her horror and surprise when she discovered the something to be the body of a man, half frozen and wounded. She began to say something reassuring to him. Then, in a tongue which she recognized as that of the enemy, he mumbled some- thing in delirium. She started in con- tempt to retrace her steps. Thought of the enemy brought only hate to her mind. Her profession as a nurse, how- ever, demanded charity toward all, so she knew all thought of revenge must be quickly drowned in immediate serv- ice. Speedily she went to the hospital, reported the case to the supe-rintendent, and returned to duty. Several days later, while working in the prisoners' ward, Sandra, who was not only young but also romantic, kept hoping that perhaps she had been mis- taken about the new patientls accent. Perhaps he would turn out to be some hero. How romantic that would be! But her head told her what her heart would not, that he was a Nazi, and that was that. Oh why, oh why, must he be a Nazi? I-Iow handsome he looked -LORETTA BARRY '43 lying there with his blond hair, blue eyes and powerful frame. His coming marked a decided change in the ordi- narily gloomy ward. When he was happy, all were happy. When he was sad or showed his serious side, all were depressed. He was a natural born leader. He was more than a little moved when he was told that Sandra was re- sponsible for his rescue. The next time she passed he called, Nurse',, and when Sandra came: HPerhaps an introduction is the appropriate thing. I am Franz von Steuben, and though I am not very good at making speeches, I would like to express my thanks to you for saving my lifef, What else could I do?U she an- swered sarcastically, and turning, con- tinued her rounds. Lying in bed, Franz found himself thinking often and long of this Ameri- can nurse. He should have known she could do nothing but hate him. To her he represented the enemy. And though he had felt from the first a natural inclination toward her, he convinced himself that it was only nonsense, and he must try to forget her. But how could he when she was always floating around? Sandra, too, was undergoing a civil war. She saw buried in him all the characteristics of her hero, her knight. But there was always his other side- the Nazi in him which she detested. She, too, had felt deeply drawn to him from the first, but wasn't she strong enough to subdue it? As time went on, it did not prove an easy task for either. lVIany times Franz, letting his gaze linger too long on San- dra, would find her brown eyes meet- ing his, and then for an instant tender thoughts would communicate themselves. Both came to realize the futility of their 16 THE SCROLL