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0ne Ngdf lil June. .. The important evening begins with the rain in which I am walking. When I arrive at school my shoes are rather oozy and my hair a trifle wet. I don't mind the wet part but I do wish it didn't look so very stringy. Stringy hair reminds me of spaghetti and I'd cer- tainly hate to see spaghetti-like hair being marched across the stage. Of course I turn my ankle as I start marching to the strains of lWelody in F. I'll gladly bear the limping if only the heel of my shoe doesn't come off. VVell, here I go, so take a big breath. I wish someone had told me that step was so high--too late, now-I guess I'll have to pick myself off the floor and keep marching. The least my part- ner could have done was to wait for me. It certainly is no fun Walking alone. I wonder if the people stare at everyone like that or whether it's just me. I know my hair isn't at its best and that I'm limping, but plush! I don't think any of them looks too won- derful. Thank heavens that old bow is over! Of course it would have been more graceful if I hadn't stumbled and al- most fallen into the footlights. Ah, my chair! I hope Pat's foot doesn't hurt too much. Leave it to me to get the broken chair Cif it breaks I'll diel !!!-maybe I shouldn't have spoken so soon, here I azn on the floor, but regretfully, not dead. VVell, Pat'll just have to share her chair with me. Finally, diplomas. I couldn't have held this position much longer. Pat's getting awfully heavy. My uniform's a little more mussed than I thought. Next time I'll have to straighten it out before someone sits on it. Oh, what hand for the diploma! The right? No, the left-the right-the left. Oh, fuzz! I'll hang on to the table with my right and take it with my left. I hope the audience didn't notice how -Mary Agnes Gaffney '43 I fell on the Bishop's hand. hly heel loosened. It would! If he can't manipu- late that hand any more, I'll know it's all my fault. I'll bet I almost bit it off the wrist when I lost my balance. Here's hoping they get the diplomas straightened out. hlaybe I shouldn't have hung on to the table so hard. It'll be too bad if some of the diplomas that fell on the floor are soiled. I know I'd hate to get a dirty diploma. The end is finally approaching. I'm sure Pat'll feel better after she stretches. Nlaybe I am quite a bit heavier that she is but I hate sitting up so high. Oh! dear, there goes my heel and the curtain, too. Everything's going so fast and I wish Pat'd stop sobbing so hard-I'm getting all wet. Well, the graduation is over and so is my dream. THANK HEAVENS! JDCX. THE SERVICE FLAG A border of white 'round a square of red, And in the middle a star, In our homes today is a telling proof That a dear one's gone afar. For the blood to be shed, the sym- bolical red, For the muse, the unsullied white: dnd the stars represent the dear ones we ve sent- Our tokens of faith in the right. -Patricia St. Arnaud '45 22 ' THE SCROLL.
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grace and prayer, which, as always, resulted in better and more considerate girls. Did I mention the trials those Sophomores had to endure with geometry, modern history, and more Latin? I did like that Well, if all our predecessors could do it-so can we attitude. Sister Mary Vincent, sophomore A moderator, was a guiding star in geometry. Speech classes become a bright spot in our otherwise dull lives with Sister M. Charles and her dramatics. My, that year went quickly-but, with an assurance of a brilliant future in the offing, the Junior year was revealed to my now enthralled consciousness. I sat back on my chair, Cas by this time the edge of the seat was more than six inches behind mej, I took a deep breath, and held it hated for as long as the reel continued. And now 1941, complete with young ladies maturing-becoming more fitted each day for their impending positions as good Christian women. A new class was initiated this year which became very popular--Spanish. Chemistry and biology, the latter taught by Sister Mary Dorothy, proved to be some more scholastic headaches. A seriousness and diligence that was not so evident before was the effect of December seventh on these girls. Sister M. Vincent came along another year to be Junior A counselor. Early in February the class chose those small gold bands with a colored set and thereon the Ursuline crest. The class rings came, to be cherished and reminisced over for years to come. Suddenly it was there, a custom initiated, a tradition begun, a junior-Senior Prom! Soft lights, sweet music, pretty gowns, handsome escorts-it was a perfect prom. The big night floated in, but the weather was hardly noticed 'mid all the festivities. The Juniors accepted thanks and congratu- lations for their planning of this memorable first. A bit later the girls participated in another great Catholic spectacle. The Pageant of Prayer in Scott stadium was a demonstration of faith seldom equalled in this day and age. Thousands of lighted candles, each representing a person honoring God publically. They parted now, each going her separate way, but three months later I saw everyone again! For three years they had known it was coming. Then it came. The ultimate, the Hnal, the consummation of dreams, plans, and schemes. Now, Seniors, and it seemed but a few days since those pigtails and algebra books. When the girls again returned to trod the well-loved corridors, an old favorite, Sister M. Blanche, was there to greet them. Upon closer inspection they found a new friend and advisor, Sister M. Lelia. Along with the glory of their seniority came responsibility. The Scroll, the school magazine had to be edited. They enjoyed the hours spent in the preparation for publication of it, and when it appeared in print they were proud of their brainchild And then, a drama within a drama, make-believe and grease-paint, presented by the Senior Class. In the scenes of a daily existence the footlights come up, the house lights dim. On the stage we have Little Women. The play was a symphony of artistic direction, efficient property handling, and excellent business administration. VVith a whirl of dances, parties, and congratulations, the reel came to an end. I saw only fifty-eight girls in spotless white uniforms with fluted collars and cuffs, each with a red rose. I arose to leave the theatre with that sense of satisfaction that comes when one witnesses endeavor of a permanent and gracious nature. I know and confidently expect to see these who were so representative of culture and learning in larger and finer roles throughout the remainder of their careers. I had seen a group, fused by a prevailing spirit of cooperation, develop industriously and fit themselves for drama- that of Life.', THE SCROLL 21
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lac arrive letra e . .. l:'.li1nr'5 Noir: This irifirlrvir ariually ,llIf'f7l'Ill'4l lo a fwoman in San Franrisfn. li multi happen to anyone. This is Ihr' fwfilf'r'x Tl'l'Jf0II. ONICSTLY, I think l'm the most unlucky girl alive. The worst thing happened to me this morn- ing. I don't know how I could have done it, but I did. You see, I had plan- ned a little dinner for tonight. Invited were the family, of course, the girl next door, and-two sailors of my acquaint- ance. I must admit I've done a lot of bragging about having them-but after all-they're really something to brag about. Well, anyway, I went out this morning to do a little shopping for my dinner. Naturally I had to take our ration books with me. I was also to go to the post office with the money my mother had saved and get a fifty dollar bond. Vvhat did I go and do but lose my pocket book! I was frantic when I got home and couldn't find it. I couldn't imagine where I had left it. I called all the places I could think of where I'd been, but no one had it. I prayed and prayed to Saint Anthony but seemingly to no avail. Oh dear, how could I ever face my mother? It was bad enough, losing the ration books-those could be replaced-but the money . . .! I've never been so worried in my life. I couldn't remain idle, I was so wrought up. Thinking maybe that work might calm me down, I went out to the kitchen and began preparing my dinner. just as I was beginning to unwrap the lettuce, the telephone rang. Hello- Hello, Pat? HYeS.,Y This is Red. I've got something tragic to tell you. I know it's awfully late to break it, but-well, we just found out ourselves. Oh, Red, what is it? Can't you come? You guessed it! Fancypants just changed our assignments, and jack and -Patricia Fox '43 I are on guard duty tonight. I'm so sorry. So am I-oh. well, another time. You're sure being swell about it. VVell, gotta run, Bye. Bye Heaving a deep sigh, I unconsciously quoted -Io's words from Little IVomen:'I Oh, dear, I guess troubles never do come singly. l was really de- jected. The bubble of my dinner party had completely burst. IVhat was I go- ing to do? And after all my bragging! I was so disappointed I was almost in tears. Languidly I strolled back to the kitchen to clean the lettuce. After all, the practical side of my mind said, you've got to put a dinner on, 'nolens wolens'. So I unwrapped the lettuce and started pulling the outside leaves off. Gleep! IVhat's this? I picked it up carefully and examined it on both sides. I'd never seen one before, but you can't fool me. I knew this was a real fifty- dollar bill! Imagine! Oh, happy day! Immediately I thought, Here's my so- lution. Now I won't have to tell lylother about losing her money. I can buy the bond with this. VVhy, I'll even have enough left over to buy a dress. Am I lucky! But-my conscience decided to put a word in here, insisting, That's not honest. Somebody lost that money and you should return it. But I don't know whose it is. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Anyway. it's mine now. No, it's not. Call the grocer. Well, a con- science is always hard to battle withg it gets the best of a girl every time. Ergo . . . I called the grocer. It made me feel very heroic. By 'n' by the doorbell rang. Why, who can that be at this time of day? I opened the door. Whew! There stood two of the handsomest sailors I had ever seen I Yes ? THE SCROLL 23
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