Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Radio Sketches OIVIE with us to the little alley half way across town. Wheii we last saw Gert and Klert. they were looking for old cigarette butts Qshortage being what it isl. :Xs we look in today, they have just found Uncle Snuffs old will. In it he has left his used paper clips to-I' Click-click- HI-Iold up your pants. These -lim Dandy suspenders are just what you men are crying for. They come in all sizes and colors. and you can wear them--tear them. If they donyt last, blame us. We have here a letter from llabel Glutz. She says-H Click-elick- the Man Down'. That's right, now you have six cases of Poppies. Would you like to try for another one? Okay, you can't think of it? No help from the audience. Well, I'll bet it weighed a ton. VVashington, that's right. Now you are- Click-click- 4 Smashing through Germany. Of course the Sayoyard is still there, but who cares. Iyll sign off now-. Listen in tomorrow night to ll. P. Vanderchief -who reports the news as he reads it. -jo.-XXX HUGHES 347 Trying to Get Mama to Say Yes Time - l890 lVIother: Walki1ig with a boy, at your age? lVell, I never! Youlre only sixteen, my dear, and it's almost seven o'clock. Hes a stranger besides. Daughter: But lVIother, he's not a stranger. I niet him at Annabelle's coming out party, and hels a perfect gentleman. You know the Simpsons w0uldn't have anyone who wasn't. Nlotherz Thatls true. Well, I suppose he's all right. But of course, I must meet him, and you are not to go out any time wiith him, until Iyve talked to llrs. Simpson to find out what he's like. You can visit in the parlorg and of course, I'll be there, young ladyfi Daughter: But lylother-H They enter the room where the young man is waiting. I-Ie stands as the women enter, Daughter: 'KlVIother, this is James B. Lowell, III, the son of James B. Lowell, Il, of Durwoodf, James, stiflly: How do you do? They are all seated. Time-Present L n. ' Bang! goes the front door. Young Jennie runs in J T with a boy, and greets her mother so: Hi, mater. X Kleet the beau boy. He's my specialty deluxe flutter- bump and I ainlt wollinllg he's really on the beam. Q, Q Arenlt ya, pappy? I Boy: Reet! May I take your daughter to the flicks? We can get some ground horse and cokes, or a slab at the drug store, if she's hungry. I got plenty of moola. I can? Weill, thanks for letting me borrow the vulture. Au Reservoir, Grandma. -SUE LEHNERT '47 ' . 24 THE SCROLL

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I've Met You Before Time is really dragging now. It seems like hours and yet it's only min- utes. Most of the fellows are using these last few minutes to write home. Since I don't have a home and nobody to write to, I think llll just talk to You awhile. I'm not any good at pretty words and never learned prayers like the chaplain says, so Ilm just going to tell You how I feel. Funny thing though, seems like Youlre right beside me. Reviewing some of the past things of my life now makes me feel as if I missed the whole point of life. Un, if I had it to live over again. Kind of late to do that, but not too late to be sorry. That's what the Chaplain said and I believe him and I am sorry. You know, faintly I remember meet- ing You before. This one particular time I went to a Catholic church with a friend of mine. Sure, it becomes clearer now. Especially when the priest raised the Chalice and the people low- ered their heads in adoration. I can still feel the atmosphere. There were other times, too, but the point is I have met You before and ignored You. There has always been that some thing missing before. Now, at last that feel- ing is gone. Itls satisfied. You're with me, my God and my All. There goes the signal. That means we move up to the front lines. You're with me, God. Ilm ready. Let's go. --CAROL HACKETT '45 Wltat Price Vanity Did you ever struggle half the night trying to put your hair up in those aw- ful curlers, slowly winding them round and round, tucking each little hair in just so? Or perhaps you are the kind that puts her hair up in pin curls. Even then, every hair must be wound around and around the finger until all is pinned tightly against the head. Each curl rep- resents minutes of strenuous labor. And do you use nightly facials? Ap- plying one, two, and sometimes three kinds of cream, each brand supposedly serving its own purpose and each, with- out fail, telling you the next morning that your complexion looks queer? Have you ever experienced finger nail anguish every other night or even every two nights? Each and every nail must be individually filed with all the accessories of a modern manicure set. And have you deliberated over that beautiful coat of polish: should it be fiery red, blood red, or light pink, de- pending on your taste of color? What martyrs we women are to style! Oh, what price vanity! Oh, marvelous the invention that would do all of these things for the Eve in usl' while we sat quietly by, enjoying the latest novel. Any inventor of these 'fnight-Vanities or any ten inventors of them would be Clet me tell the worldj the superman of feminine hearts. -CAROLYN FRIQEH '45 Tiny Tim I had a little puppy His name was Tiny Tim. l put him in a bathtub To see if he could swim. He drank all the water And ate all the soap, And the next day he died VVith a bubble in his throat. --IYIARGARET MORTQN '48 THE SCROLL 23

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On amily Albums NE rainy afternoon, while going through some old things up in the attic, I sat down and thought I would have a good laugh, looking through the old family album. Always before. the stiff faces appeared as caricatures to me, . and the clothing and hair-dos, a mere source of amusement. But that day I looked a little longer at the stern figure of great-aunt ' '3 Louisa, with her long immovable-appearing curls and her hooped - skirt, with the pantalettes peeping beneath the hem. Then I re- ' membered the stories I had heard about her fine horsemanshipg v how she never waited to don her riding habit, but was off down the road astride her horse with her black curls flying in the wind, and the neighbors gazing agape at the audacity of a young girl riding astride. I thought maybe Aunt Louisa wasnlt so very different. I turned the page to see a beautiful little cherub on a white fur rug just as he had come from his bath. VVho would ever imagine that this rosy-cheeked babe would develop into the great Ifncle VVilliam, whom I remembered as never having weighed less than three hundred pounds and whose roaring guffaws often made us children scamper to the protection of our mothers' skirts. And there was great-grandmother Underwood, for whom I was named. I looked at her hair, parted in the middle and drawn severely behind her ears. Her lips pressed firmly together, the corners fLll'IlCCl downwards, and her hands folded primly on her lap were just as the photographer had told her to pose. I was chilled until I remem- bered a letter which I had found among her belongings, containing a faded and dried rosebud, with this notation in the envelope: From my husband-his declaration of love three days after the ball at which we met. I decided that maybe people in those days weren't so straight-laced after all, -SUZANNE HEATLEY '45 Murder in 11 I was strolling down first hall peacefully one day Qof course, single filej when a thought clouded my mind. !As thoughts usually do.j IVIy homework! llly dreadful homework. I reversed my steps but decided as long as I sat in the back of the room Sister might not call on me. I pranced gaily into the room and very quickly sat down, without saying a word. The class began quite peacefully. Then it happened. IVIy name. IXIy slightly confused name. So quick it came my heart leaped twice. I stood. Your assign- ment, pleasef! The words echoed through the room. I blurted out something which is of no importance to this story. I watched her eyes as she walked toward me. I-Iorrors! My homework. I walked backwards. Closer she came, her white hands outstretched. Terrified, I reached the blackboard. I slid along erasing the assign- ment. CThank me laterlj Slowly she walked toward me. She reached for my throat. I tried to breathe. All I could think of was my audience staring so help- lessly, their mouths wide open. Teeth-so many teeth. Tighter the hands gripped me. I felt the hands reaching, reaching-. Suddenly!!! I woke up screaming. --DOLORES RIBIBIELIN '47 THE SCROLL 25