Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Measley F urlou h HERE is ia town in Arizona named Felici- dad, which acquired its name some years ago ,gr when a celebrated Spanish actress from Brooklyn was living there while waiting for her divorce decree. She was so delighted to dis- pose of her husband number three she called the town Felicid-ad-the city of happiness. This name is rather deceiving, for all is not always blissful in Felicidad. A most woeful scene was occurring in the bedroom of Jill Evans, a vivacious sixteen-year-old. Sprawled across her bed like a rag doll was dejected Jill. Sobs of sorrow coming from her racked body filled the room like black clouds fill the sky on a sunny day. Why should this lovable child be so depressed? Her mother was wondering the same thing. Thoughts of terror flashed through her mind until Jill shrieked, Johnny's got the measlesf' Nlrs, Evans soothed the terror of her harassed child, lVIy dear, you've had the measles. You don't need to worryfl I'm sure he'll be all right, continued Mrs. Evans, Jillls solemn eyes met her mother's as she proclaimed, S'It,s our dance! Our dance tomorrow night. I'm chairman and I have to go. Positively have to! ' Mrs. Evans tried not to let Jill see her relief. Don't fret, We'll think of something. Think of somethinglw, shouted Jill sarcastically. What do you mean? Thereis just simply nothing to think of. Every man old enough to shave is in the army. Every man left is already going. And now my only hope has come down with a juvenile disease like measles. ,Heavens! I wouldn't even want to go with a boy young enough to get measlesf' As Jill breathlessly - M., 3 fb Q, 5 -RUTH HILLEBRAND '45 ended her retort, her father Walked in. After hearing about Jill's malady, he quickly changed the subject and the mat- ter was forgotten for the evening. Courageously, Jill carried on through the next day. Her heart cared not to beat, for in the eyes of her friends she was disgr-aced. At dinner that night she was so lost in her melancholy she scarcely heard her father say to Mrs. Evans, Remember Charlie Ashley, my old fraternity brother? He has a son in the army now. He has -a weekend pass, so I told Charlie to have him come down here for the weekend. That okay with you, Alice? f'VVhy, of course it is, replied Mrs. Evans. A scheme was forming in the mind of lNIrs, Evans. Finally she said, Hjill, dear, go upstairs and get ready for the dance. After much explanation Jill dutifully, but not too agreeably, obeyed her mother. As she dashed about her room like a frisky puppy, she continually declared, He'll be a perfect goon. Friends of the family always are. I'll bet he can't even dance. I'd better not Wear my new shoes. He'll probably crush them. One hour later Jill was dancing in the arms of the impressive Private First Class Charles Ashley, Jr. That faraway look in her eyes wasn't there for noth- ing. Not only had Jill gotten to the dance but she had fallen completely in love with this magnetic swain. Her envious girl friends clamoured about her in the powder room. A suddenly sophisticated Jill told them how simply awful it must be for Johnny to have the measles. But then, of course Hhe is so youngfl The next morning as Jill sat at the breakfast table with animation written all over her face, out of a dream her mother spoke to her, 'fHoney, will you call Doctor Jamison? I'm afraid Chuck has broken out with the measlesf' 26 THE SCROLL

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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

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6 lu 9 Blues USED to think good health was a wonder- ful gift. I remember I was in grade I envied every- one who never missed a day of school, be- cause I was home so uch with colds, mumps, chicken pox and all the rest of the so-called juvenile diseases. But I,ve changed my mind now -about being healthy. when About two or three weeks before Christmas vacation everyone was getting the flu. I was congratulating myself on not having it, when someone informed me that the afflicted would not have to make up the assignments they missed. Well, I began to think and I decided if I thought hard enough by the end of the day, I would have a sore throat. But I was not that lucky. Since the epidemic was becoming more prevalent, there were just a few of us in class. I thought this would be fun, and that we could persuade Sister to let us talk, play games, or tell jokes. But no, it was only worse, we couldnit get away with anything. It even caused me some embarrassment, for I was so used to hiding behind Barbara in English, that on one of these days I found myself trying to do that very thing-only Bar- bara wasnlt there. You see I wasn't as I was trying to remember the answer to the question Sister asked. As I couldn't, I unconsciously found myself sliding down in my seat. Of course Sister called on me, and I gave the dates of the Transition Period, only it wasn't the right answer, since the ques- tion was: f'In what century did the short story come into being? After that I thought something like a sore throat would come along, but again no such luck, We were going to have a Christmas party and because there were so few of us in school, those of us who were there had to stay after hours to decorate and practice for the play. I was hoping I would be sick so I wouldn't have to be in the play-but just as before, no such luck. In fact, on the day the play was to be given, the three leading characters were absentg so I found my- self playing the part of the hero, the villain, and the damsel in distress. First I was trying to grab myself away from myself-then I was trying to save my- self, and by that time I was so mixed up, I was praying and praying that 'I would faint. Not so, however. I had to see it through to the end, Finally the vacation I so ardently desired came. To bring this to its tragic end, before Christmas I went home with a sore throat-the sore throat I had worked so hard to acquire a few days before. paying so much attention to the vacancy -ROSEMARY GOUTTIERE ,46 General lIfacArthur Through the darkness a boat fame Do take him a-way, hle was sorrowful then for he wanted to stay, Yet leafve there he must, for supplies he did ldfk, But he whispered to his comrades, l'll be huh! Since that fatlal day, three long years have passed, Un the shores of the Phillipines troops now are massed, And they're led by no other than old grey-haired lllac, For he meant what he said when he said, I'll he hack. -IVIARGARET AFFOLTER ,45 THE SCROLL 27