Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1946 volume:

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I I I And this day thou shalt be with lle in Paradise . Bas- ing her powerful story on Christ's last words to the good thief, Elizabeth flI1'Nrriiey, in 'fAnd This Day . . . gives a vivid insight into the repentance of one of Germany's 'super- men', I I I Are you a tomato lover? After reading Rulh jlI0llf'I i.Y 17111111 In fl Frlzif far . the Sfroll is willing to guarantee there won't he a tomato plant in a 1946 victory garden. I I I Have you read the puhlicity articles on the new Cardin- als? Heros another-the Srr'oH's own, hy Jilin' Quinn. lo 'Hn' Rui flat I,'ri1'rr.t the Gfubt' you will find a wealth of material which will hold your interest until the end. I I I Have you ever wondered what place the younger genera! tion has taken in the poetry annals? Betty Cerkrrz lets you know in her pointed essay, Hlv'ZL'lIX ffefmiefz To Be Youny. I I I Something should also he said for our class poet, Virginia lvllllflllllll, who has written not only illaryfv Cliilzl-Blossoni but sheaves of other verses as artistic and enjoyable. I I I To those in the class play, or to those who have performed on St. Ursulays stage at any time during the year, do you know what itys like to forget your lines? Read Spring I e.vIival, by Pairiria J'lIl'fJ!l7'f1l,'l', and have a peek into the reactions of poor Gregory, his mother and father, and his teacher. I I I For those who are especially devoted to the Blessed Virgin, and who love their own mothers, read a very won- derful essay hy .fran llntfield on ,fllothers Afro Worlderfzzl. Klothers also figure in diary Pat 1iV'lllI1ll'I',S scintillating From filf1llA'fIl Laizrn-along with a little 'rheart trouble, o Q Lqtllff lfDl'i'ORS Brtly Uf'1'K'1'11 Pllffifill Altfljllffllj' ASSOCIATE lCI'7I'l'ORS .loan Corcoran Rosalyn Grofhjzm ,ifarifyn Rohm fran Sheehmz FEATURE ICDITORS fam' dgnfr fjflllffllllff' Durlinf IX'IlflIl4'f'lI Kvil .NvI1l'f't'II Klifvfwl ffifrrll nlllffllyll ,form Rinfrrffr' ART l'iUl'l'OR il lary Sfrzhln' li U81 N HSS STA Fi .loan lflrgg fllary LFIIIIUII Hum' Quinn lllrlflyx Smith Bllfbllfll K1-nbmlf Dlnrilyll IlUflllfllIlI Jlarv 'l'hf'r'r.w tUj'1'rx fwm Dibfing Jlrzrgrlrrl POI,L'1'I'X fifury lflfffn Nagfu JIrn'g11r1'f lJ'rw'llry Rall: Jlrwri' Contents 6. i' l'UIH'lSl5K'K'C .,.,,.., A. if The Return to Boston ........ J AI!lI'yiS Child-Rlossoln ........ 7 AAnil This Day '... . S' l3ob's fi-211 .,.,........,,... .,.... 1 2 Un-:ith In A Fruit 'Ian '.... . ....,. 13 Vliwzis iivziwii 'lin iicf Young ,,,..,, Hi 'liiir Rui Hur K'm'c'1's tin' Cilnin ',,.... lf! Spring l'il'SfiV2li ,,., .,.. ,...,.,. 2 4 7 3 i'il'4llli Cousin I.ziul':1 .,,,,, ,.... ,..... 2.2 ifiiitnrizils ,,,,A.,, 2-i Hit U' i,l'iSlll'f' ,,,,,, 20 l'ir1S2lXS ill' Luxm '.,,,,, 30 ln Tilt' 'lim House' ,..,,, 34 l'ictm'i:il Sc-vtirmii, ...,, 37 llzltrons ., 52 THE SCROLL is a magazine pubiished bi-annually in May by time pupiis of Ursuline Academy Toiredo. Ohio. its purpose is iii to motivate careful seii-expression in wriiinqp Ui io train iis editors and managers for ieadersiwipq Ui fo fosier sclwrbol Spirit among students and aiumnae. The suiusrriptimn price is one fioilav .1 yHm'g single Lopifis, fiily reriii. Afifitess The Businp l 1- ., f , - 1 1:4 V k QC - . ... ,-aft Mfmaqei-, 90151 SUIULU, GENE ' A p'f5JAsso0v5wk Bvijlraulu Arahrmg aumw. om,- my xa 'Q QP F , ww Q., pw ,1 L .f ..,, 1 . ali' , .5 4' vw, , l A zxi. my -v 'WA my A pxa, b A. an-:f ,W MW ,f 1 rf 1 Q? Qi ' X A Q 54? ' ,filjig lf ' QW JF 9-4, f 1 ., - 5 The Return to Boston 9 0 FTER one hunrlrezl and tiL'1'l'U1' years of exile the Urxzlfimr nuns have fe'fll7'7It'd to Boston. Bemuse the slory of their fl'llgit'.!'0j01ll'I1 in that j1l111'1' is j1r114fti1'11lly 1lll,Z'7l01L'71 to 111111151 in our 111idtee.vZer11 fvi1'i11ity, 117111 bemizse their return is Il mute of fonyolnlion 111111 joy to us' IIS Tffilllillt? girls, tw thought it Il worthy .subject for the Ima' .rtory in this 1946 edition of our lllllglle zine. The writer ir indebted in greal jmrf for the resefzrrh IlIIlfUfiIl! to THE PILOT. Hoxtozfx tee!! known Crztholic di0lTl73'fl7l 111'11'xjv11j1er, zehose editors in turn rc- jwrinted fhe xtory from THE HISTORY or THE ,ARCHDIOCESE or Bosrox. Had you lived in Boston in the year of Our Lord 1834, you would have witnessed one of the greatest tragedies in the history of the Catholic Church. when anti-Catholic bigotry reached the limits of fanaticism in New England, and shrouded reason and charity in a cloak of bitterness and hate. First Foundation A little community of Ursuline sis- ters coming to Boston in 1826, after leaving their pleasant home in Trois- Riviers, Canada, established in 183-l one of the hrst schools of higher edu- cation in this section. llount Bene- dict, as this first foundation was named, was the new home of this little band. It was a pleasant place. with the ring- ing voices of laughing children. under the tutelage of the gentle sisters. After establishing the new convent. Blary Edmond St. George. llother Superior. began her new work. The pupils did not come at first as readily as was expected. probably because of the fact that this new educational estab- lishment was administered by a religious order of the Catholic Church. Catholicism had but recently been breaking into this previously 'fun- taintedl' New England community. Charlestown had always been a strong- hold of orthodox Protestantism and nat- urally it resisted and resented this in- cursion of Catholicism. Broils and quarrels between the two sects had occurred on numerous occasions. This background of intolerance set the stage for the campaign to rid Charlestown of Catholicism. To the angered Protestants of this time. the old legend that conyents were immoral and corrupt institutions. in which under a veil of secrecy and hypo- critical pretenses, the worst vices were practiced was all too willingly credited. And so it was that a plot to banish the lfrsulines was conceived in the minds of a group of radicals whose political philosophy, spreading widely, aimed to disqualify Catholics in all walks of life. Know-Nothing NIOVGIIICIIT Then came the outbreak of anti- Catholic and anti-foreigner bitterness in the U. S. The men acquired their names in accordance with an oath .iv 4- 'F-4-4--JILJIK4 -41-+4 ll- -I---L. By ,Ioan Corcoran Q .fi'W .'4'4 '. .f'9 . '5'. ?' didn't know. They believed that all men are created equal. except ne- groes, foreigners, and Catholics-espe- cially Catholic foreigners. Promoting rioting, plunder. bloodshed and murder, they caused much disturbance. Finally being swallowed up in the anti-slavery movement. they collapsed after a split in their party, VVhen the young Rebecca Reed, seized for a moment with the romantic impulse to become a nun, left the con- Page Five vent, discontented after little more than four months, she used her experiences there to agitate the embittered radicals and spread violent propaganda in a whispering campaign against the lfrsu- lines. Not only the whispering campaign of Rebecca Reed but the public re- proach in Protestant se1'mons and lec- tures caused the final horrible crime to be commited against this little flock. Citizens, stirred to anger by the more vociferous bigots, laid plans to seize and destroy the convent on lllonday eve- ning. August ll. Between eight and nine o'clock mobs began to gather on the lVinter Hill Road near the Convent gateway. The slumbering inmates of llount Benedict were suddenly aroused from sleep around nine-thirty o'clock by the loud shouts of Down with the Con- vent. The capable llother Superior quickly summoned the children and sis- ters and bade them escape, as the crowd now had become restless and started to disperse, while others insisted on imme- diate action. A meeting was held and the decision of the group was Do it now . A huge bonfire was lighted- undoubtedly the preconcerted signal for promised assistance. ln a short time a crowd of several thousand had gathered. Convent Burned The nuns having fled, the rioters rushed into ,the building, ransacking the convent from top to bottom, smashing or ruining whatever they could find. Combustible material was piled up in the center of the building-then the fire was started. Hthe first fruits of Catholic educational enterprise in New England went up in a roar of flamesv. ln the confusion, the key to thc mahogany tabernacle could not be found. and the desperate effort of two brave nuns to conceal the tabernacle among tall vines was in vain. The riot- ers, with blood in their hearts, found the hidden tabernacle and wrenched it open. smashed ciborium. and carried away the consecrated hosts as sacrilegious trophies. Page Six The whole community was stirred to the depths at the event of that fearful night, the outrage being the greatest blot on the New England city. But to Catholics the desecration of the Blessed Sacrament was the most outrageous crime of all. ln the meanwhile, the little herd had found refuge in a neighboring town. Upper classes were in favor of restoring the nuns, but public opinion was still raging against them. Fierce attacks were hurled against them, making it impos- sible for them to return. However, the nuns did return a short time later, but their position, heretofore untenable, be- came absolutely precarious. Unable to obtain enough pupils, they were forced to abandon their dream and return home. Second Comeback T ln 1839 they made a second attempt to resume their duties but again were unsuccessful and were forced to return to their Convent at Quebec, Trois- Riviers and New Orleans. No one was punished for the crime. A letter written by the Superior. Klother St. George, expresses perfectly the forgiving attitude of the long-suf- fering and much-maligned community VVe quote: HI am deeply pained that anyone should suffer on our accountg and it was my intention, from the com- mencement, to do all in my power to obtain pardon for any of the criminals who might be sentenced to punishmentg . . , H Thus the tale of the vicissitudes of the Charlestown Ursulines ends with the announcement that a community of new members, sent by the Roman Union. will take up its abode in the famous old Sears Klansion, corner of Arlington and Commonwealth Avenue in Boston proper, where in keeping with the traditions of their saintly foundress. St. Angela Nlerici, they will open an academy to educate young girls. That God may bless their venture. and Our Lady and St. Angela be their constant guides. is the sincere prayer of each of us. ,Veg Marys Child-Blossom by VIRGINIA IQAUFMAN .UILLVG down froin her throne 'inid the stars high above Jlary sent on its flight a tiny white dove Bearing a child-flowerlet for God's garden of love. There it blossomed, surrounded by benignity, By fair lilies glowing with purity, And the greatest of all blossoins--charity. But seeing that the flower was frail, the Light Of the World caressed it with the Holy Rite Of His Looe, making it more brilliant and bright. Illarys flower was ehastened by sorrow and ill, Like a rose that is crushed and is sweeter still Than a siinbeain that can dazzle and thrill. .ind at last, when the day of fruition will Ifonze Wlary will lovingly tell her Dear Son That her ehild's soul has bloonied for heaven-and won. Then. Christ will sinile from His throne highrabove 1 And refeive Rlaryls flower in His Garden of Love. ,Veg Qflnd This Day ' 0 0 ALKING down the street of the little Norwegian village, the General thought longingly of the beauties of his native Prussia. His eyes lit with pleasure and his step quickened for a moment as he thought of Freda. But then the realization of his where- abouts struck him and his mouth became again ia straight and slim whip against his un-Prussianistic emotions. Once more he was the arrogant German, fabled yes. but true. His eyes assumed a hard, cruel stare, which was said by his men to come from a true belief in the Fuehrer, and by the Norwegians, from the Arch-Fiend. It was said that he had laughed, but this was based purely on the theory and supposition of his lackey, joseph, who, as everyone knew, was given too much to his cups flge Eight and inclined to wander at times. An American having seen the General would have laughed with wonderment. Laughter lat the goose-stepping arro- gance of his walkg wonderment at the straightness of his back at the cold. hard stare of his eyes. The General hesitated before turn- ing into the little bar. Now, he thought, uit will happen again. They will become quiet as soon as I set foot inside that door. But this time-this time, l think l shall teach them a lessonf, He entered, and in contrast to the noisy gaiety that had been heard before, could be heard the click of the nails of the small dog crossing the floor. There was a yelp. for the heavy military boot of the General had come in contact with the dog's ribs. ' A low murnuir arose -and then sub- sided. The General approached the bar and barked. The usual, Gunderfl The bartender leisurely mixed a drink and set it on the counter. The General took it and turning, rested his elbows on the bar-top and began to speak in a low, rather sarcastic voice. 'astrong men-reduced to a position even lower than women. And why ?-- Stupidityl 'VVell, are you too dense to even reply?,' VVith this the General laughed dis- paragingly and taking the monocle from his eye. began to polish it. On closer inspection an odd phenomenon was no- ticeable-his hands shook--and his eyes -what was that expression? VVas it fear-fear from one of the Blaster Race? The men in the room looked at one another and then at the General. Their eyes seemed to revile him, to strip him of his arrogance, to say, Usnivelling cur--youlre frightened,-you ll' The silence was voiceless, yet spoke with a thousand tongues. 'ixvell ? . hissed the Generalg but this time he seemed to have shrunken some- what. The silence deepened, and then one of the men, a tall young Apollo, arose and started for the door. 'Stop! thundered the General. He stopped, turned, and gazed pity- ingly at the General, YVhy?', Because I command it. No one may leave this room until I give per- mission. It is not your place to ques- tion but to obeyfl HBut. Herr General, I must leave. the coal must be mined-for Germany. Did the General detect a faint hint of irony in the manls smooth answer? UI forbid it! and this time his voice quavered. A slight murmur, or was it a tit- ter ?-passed like a wave over the assem- bly. You fools-you would laugh at me, eh? I will teach you! VVith this, out came his heavy Lugar. 'AI will put a bullet through the next one to defy mell' W'ith a slight shrug the young man sat down. The General turned his back on the man and ordered another drink. Silence hung like a thick pall. The small dog again crossed the room, his nails clicking like castinets. The Gen- eral whipped around as if struck, and Hred once. The1'e was a heart-rending yelpg the dog jerked once and then lay still. There was silence, the small body, a mute plunder for justice. Finally one of the towu's leaders answered that plea. 'WVell. do you feel better? That was my small souls dog, Now, you have killed him. Shall I tell you why? Because you are afraid. You are puz- zled. You are not a member of the Nlaster Race at this moment. Or are- unhfl There was a strangled gasp and the man fell to the door. writhed a mo- ment. and then lay still. He had a wife and Hve children. UNO, no, I didnyt mean to. I didn't! He forced me, you were all witnesses. He attacked me. This was delivered in a high, strained voice by the Gen- eral. By Elizabeth M CN erney ii---'E -O-JP ei- 'Fi-Q---'P -'ki -O---lk. The men rose and moved slowly, silently, as one towards the bar. Hate, menacing hate, was in their eyes. All the things they had suffered under the Germans came into their minds, and the hate grew. The General stood for a moment and faced them. Then he began to move slowly along the counter. All the time his mind surged and churned in a fiendish chaos, fcontinued on page 563 Page Nine others Are lfVO1'ld81'fMl., 0 REN'T mothers wonderfull Donit you just love them! lnvariably when 3 young ,girl is asked, 'AVVho is your best friend T' She immediately answers, Uhly motherf' VVhy? Be- cause there's that something about them: the way they look. the way they talk, the way they walk, the way they love, the way they work, the way they pray. Yes, the way they do all these things makes a girl say, lily mother. When you awaken in the morning, it's the voice of your mother you first hear. And then she goes downstairs to begin her long dayys work-for you. You taste and enjoy her delicious and nutritious breakfast. And maybe once in a while you tell her in your little way how good it is, Not often, because you donlt think of it and mothers donlt expect it-theylre that way. Then there is the usual 'Aneed some money question that arises every morn- ing. Fifty cents won't break mother, but she would love a thank you . Does she ever get it? Not often. Klother reminds you to be a good girl in school and study hard, and with a quick kiss you're gone. There's mother closing the door behind you, and whispering a prayer of protection on you that day. The dishes must be washed, the beds made, your new dress she faithfully promised would be done for the dance must also be finished. So many little tasks that take all day. Her day lasts more than twenty-four hours. lt never endsg she doesn't want it to. She loves you and loves to work for you. After school the girls stop for a coke, so you do too. But now you're home and mother needs your help, She is putting in the hem of that new dress and the material is so dark and her eyes are so tired she can hardly see. But you need a little nap before dinner. Page Ten By -IEAN HATFIELD ,461 You're so tired from a hard day's work at school-just like a factory job you try to make mother think, You don't really though, she knows. And when dad argues that you donlt help mother enough, doesnlt she always say. Now, dear, she is just at that agef' Dinner's readyfl she calls. Attired in a quilted robe, you come and sit down at your usual place, as if you were a princess. Donlt you feel a little guilty? Such a lovely dinnerl Shouldnlt you have helped? How happy a ulflay I help you get dinner? would make mother be, just once in a while. There aren't many dishes, I'l1 do them, you hear mother saying from the living room, where you're already engrossed in the evening pape1'. You could help anyway, after all there are so few. Per- haps you could do them all by yourself. VVhen you help, donyt you think youyre wonderful? So does mother. llother just finished pressing the hem in your new dress and you're ready. Your date comes and mother's there to welcome him. Aren't you proud! VVell, why hurry off so fast then. You just can't waitg after all it is a big dance. And mother, well she'll be there when you get home. She goes to bed before you arrive, but can't sleep. She doesn't try--just lies silently whispering rosary after rosary for you until she knows you're fast asleep, Someone once said. A mother is a person who sees there are only four pieces of pie for five people and she says she doesn't care for pie. lsn't this true about everything a mother does! You really love her, don't you? Be- fore you fall asleep, don't you always promise secretly that tomorrow you'll show mother you really love her? Yes, aren't mothers wonderfull ature, the Artist AS there ever an artist so gifted as to compete with llother Nature in her lavish use of color? Consider the four seasons of the year. YVin- ter immediately brings to mind the snow, against which background are black silhouettes ol leaf- less trees. hid against the purple and red that marks the sunset or a winter's day. This is Nature in a somber mood. But with the coming of Spring her mood lightens, and we see everywhere the feathered greenery about which the poets write. As though to compensate for her sternness of the wintry season. she bedecks the wakening earth with flowers of all hues, which are again reflected in the rainbow which she hangs in April's sky. VVho can deny the beauty of an apple tree, pink with bloom or the delicate tints of the daffodil. tulips, and violets. which are spring's own special blos-4 soms? ' With the advent of summer. Nature becomes bolder with her color brush. The trees are of a deeper green and her garden presents a gayer air. The brilliant' shades of the rose and the poppy, together with the other summer llowers. bespeak her brightened mood, to match the sun, which now brings golden days as it shines from a blue sky dotted with Heecy clouds that float as lazily as one's thoughts on an August afternoon. Hut it is with autumn that Dame Nature endeavors to outdo herself. lt is for this season she has reserved her most brilliant colors. The Haming hills, drenched with gold, red. and browng the goldenrod and asters of her wayside garden-all these she has splashed with hues so vivid that she has no more with which to paint the earth, The intense cloudless blue of October serves to heighten the burning beauty which is Aurumn's eternal possession. lt is then one's mind recalls the words of the poet. ' Thy woods this autumn day, That ache and sag And all but cry with color. lt is then too that the genius of the Blaster Painter is plainly visible as He guides Xatures limning on the canvas that is earth. Soon after this brilliant display, Natures hand seems to grow tiredg the colors fade. and once more the somber hues of another winter appear. Her work well done, lmmortal Nature is content to rest and to dream. with mortal man. of the coming spring. -BETTY FERGUSSON '46 Page Eleven Bobbi Gal Q OMAYNE could see her moving about the inner office, her slim hands tucking letters into Bob Spencer's personal file-a job that once had belonged to Romayne. Sally An- derson, beautiful, blonde, and young, had been with the company for a month now. Romayne Watsoii was pretty but not beautiful and to top it all off, today she was thirty. This frightened Ro- mayne, because youth was slipping away and Bob Spencer along with it. Sally. her blue eyes laughing over some delightful secret, Came into Ro- 1nayne's department then. Romayne was fascinated by her. Once she had felt young and gay like that. 'Could I help you, Nliss Watsox1?l' Sally questioned as she perched on the edge of ROIIIZIYIICYS desk. I've nothing to do till the fBig Shot' gets here. K'VVhy yes--thank you,'l Romayne said as she handed her some invoices to check. It sounded funny to hear her call Bob a KBig Shot', But after all that's wh-at he was now. Romayne shifted uncomfortably. 'WVhat's the matter? Sally asked. Aren't you feeling well, lVIiss Wat- S011 :Nl 1'IVhy, l'in all rightf' Romayne an- swered quickly. She was all right too, only there was Bob. She had been in love with him for the last ten years only to have lost him. 'AYou1' eyes look tired, Sally stated. There was a pause then which Sally Anderson broke. 'fYou've been with the company a long time, haven't you, llfliss VVatson 7' f'Yes. for ten years. Then you must have been here when Klr. Spencer transferred to this office? 'KI came shortly afterwards, Ro- mayne explained. The girl was studying her between invoice checking, and Romayne felt un- Page Twolve -Rosa BIARIE DAUNHAUER '46 s 4 Q easy under the gaze of those direct young eyes. just then the door opened and Bob Spencer came in, tall, broad-shouldered, but very slim and youthful in his dark business suit. Good morning, Nlr. Spencer, Sally sang. Do you know this Wilsoii Pro- duce invoice is off fifteen dollars?', 'fWhose favor? UOurs,'l Sally answered, HShall I call their bookkeeper ? No, Bob said. They'll find it- and now will you excuse me I have some letters to writef' The door closed behind Bob and Sally, but Romayne could see them through the glass partition, though no one could tell she was looking. Bob was deeply attracted by the new girl. But then held gone with other girls off and on. Usually the daugh- ters of wealthy business men. Romayne had some reports for Bob to sign so she gathered them up neatly, turned and entered the inner office. She entered Bob's office and then re- treated a step, shocked at what she saw. There was Sally staring straight at Bob, her slim hands clenched, her face white. 'fYou are dishonest, a crook! she cried. You're a cheat and I won't work for you any longer. Sally turned -and then she saw Ro- mayne standing, shocked, in the door- way. And you,'l she said to Romayne, you're crooked too or you wouldn't put up with it this long. Bob was on his feet now and burst out. I must say, Rliss Anderson, this has gone far enough. The girl simply scorched him with her glance and turned back to Romayne. VVhy don't you get wise to your- self? she asked. You can carry a torch too long, you know. CContinued on page 361 H Death In cz Fruit Jar X TI-III poorest section of the town of Little Rock, Uhio, a middle-aged spinster owns a broken-down board- ing house. Her name is IXI1's. Slaxton. There are two boarders who occupy the boarding house. The older fellow. KIr. fXIurphy, is a carpenter by trade. The younger man, meaning myself, is a writer. if and when he's in the mood. lIy cognomen is Johnson. A few weeks ago, possibly two months, I noticed that 1Irs. Slaxton re- ceived a package of papers and a check from her brother. This happened every week. Once I heard her say to the postman that it was from her brotheids business, whatever that was. Ir was about a month after this in- cident that tragedy struck in this ram- bling, crumbling, boarding house. One fine sunny day about noon. I was awakened by a pounding on my door. At Hrst I thought it was thun- der, but when I glanced out of the cracked, dirty window and saw the blazing sun, I deduced it was only XIrs. Slaxton trying to collect another month's rent in advance, VVhen I thought of this, I decided I had better unlock the door. O lr was quite shocking to discover an officer of the Law standing outside my door. I imagine I surprised him even more by appearing in the doorway, robed in bed clothes. He quickly sup- pressed a smile as he took in my appear- ance at a quick glance and I glanced down at myself sheepishly. He then inquired. HAre you XIr. -Iohnson TI Yes-sf, I answered hestitantly. VVould you please get dressed and come down to the front room 7' Of course, I told him, but whats happened W' Your Iandlady's dead, and a 1Ir. Klurphy also. he calmly replied. And with that he left. I started to dress hurriedly, all the while mulling thoughts over and over in my mind. How did she die? Why did IXIurphy die also? Vvhy not me? As I reached the foot of the stairs, I asked the policeman on guard where the bodies were found. -Iust then an- other policeman came from the kitchen and convoyed me into the living room. I looked at his granite face and asked him no questions. I assumed I was un- der suspicion. In a few minutes I dis- covered my assumptions were correct. Q W. . '4' 4' 'l '.' ii' YW' 'I' 1 By Ruth Moore Q'--'O-4k4k.i1P-AF lf 41- PP!! 'I' ku The coroner said she died an acciden- tal death, Klr. Xlurphy had died the same way. They had both eaten some food that was poisonous. Inspector Klulligan of the 47th Pre- cinct asked me the routine questions, which I answered as truthfully as I could. This took about an hour, after which I made plans to move to a Page Thirteen boarding house at the other end of town. I had to wait there until they removed the bodies and then was grant- ed permission to leave. Upset and nervous as I was, I found I still had an appetite. I ate a hearty dinner in a small restaurant , as the sign read. Upon leaving, I slowly walked to my new abode. A few weeks later I came home from a jaunt to the bank and went to my room, hardly expecting to be confronted bytwo burly men who said my presence was requested at the Police Station. Upon recovering myself, I said, Hsurely, Ifll be glad to -accommodate you, gentlemen, but would you mind if I washed up a bit first ?!' They looked at each other and gave a silent approval. I smiled at them warmly. I took my leave and walked to the lavatory -at the end of the hall, silently locked the door and got my-! But what is this? Someone rapping on the door. f'I'll be through in a minutef' I called. Unlock the door a minute, Johnsonf! answered the voice on the other side of the door. Then, and only then, did I know that I had been discovered. I grasped a razor blade, and quickly slashed my wrists again and again, Then my ankles. Hurry! They'll be getting help. Oh! Things are beginning to get hazy. They're at the door again! Too late! Crash!! The door gave way to faces bobbing in front of me. f'Too late! I screamed at them, 'ftoo late! YVhen I regained consciousness, my wrists and ankles were swathed in ban- dages. and there was an armed guard sitting outside my door, and one stand- ing -at the foot of my bed. At first I wouldn't tell them why or how I had done it, but then I knew I was going, and I wanted them to know just how clever I was. Here is the story: One night I discovered quite by acci- dent Klrs. Slaxtonfs secret cache of money. I had been dozing in a chair and when I awoke, it was well after Page Fourteen dusk. I reached out to turn on a lamp, and because I couldn't see very well, I knocked it to the floor. As I fumbled around to reach it, my grasping fingers encountered some paper-a wad of pa- per. I anxiously turned on the light. A roll of one-hundred-dollar bills glared up at me invitingly. I stuffed them into my pocket, as I heard footsteps in the h-all. Whats the matter. called Nlrs. Slaxton. Did you drop something? UNO, I lied, I only bumped against the lamp.'! I sauntered into the kitchen and talked to her for a short while, and then, because I could no longer stand the money burning in my pocket, I went upstairs to my room, closed and locked the door. I stumbled to the dresser, turned on the light, and pulled the money from my pocket. I nervously counted it-one thousand dollars. I fell back on the chair, stunned. I had no idea it was such a large amount. It was then I remembered an article I had read in an old magazine about food being poisoned in .a natural sort of way. I hunted through the pile of magazines on the stand. Ah! Here it is! Here's the page! I mused. Botulism is poisoning from eating meats, fish, or vegetables in which a specific bacillus has developed. This can happen, espe- cially in home cooking, when you do not cook the food and pack it in jars immediately!! The dangerous thing concerning botulism is that it does not change the color, nor the odor of the foodf' I concluded half aloud to my- self. Then I proceeded to think of what would happen if I did exactly what it said not to do. I knew IXIrs, Slaxton had canned a few pints of tomatoes from her meager garden. Yes, I murmured to myself, now you are using your brains. gn Y! I took a stroll that afternoon and passed a small, weather-beaten farm. A fence, or what looked like the re- mains of one, enclosed a- Well, of all things, I exclaimed, 'fa lovely little tom-ato patch! Arriving at the hotel later in the day, I cautiously inquired of Nirs. Slax- ton where llr. Nlurphy was. She said that he was in his room, sleeping, and she was about to do likewise, because she added a few more pints of tomatoes to her already plentiful store. UAm-azingf' l whispered to myself, Hand l thought crime,-No, I must not say that. Well, what is it then?y' l argued aloud to myself. ln the kitchen, on a small roughly built table. stood six beautiful, gleam- ing pints of tomatoes. I Carefully extracted the tomatoes from my pockets, and found a knife in the table drawer. After peeling them, I opened one of the pints. l thought of what l would do with the tomatoes in the jar. After a meal of only tomatoes-the good ones--l Carefully packed the others in the pint jar and sealed it. l then retired for the night. llrs, Slaxton served her first jar of tomatoes two weeks later. I ate corn instead of tomatoes. VVell, that's all to tell. That's the way it happened. I only wanted Nlrs. Slaxton to eat them, but old glutton Klurphy had to eat also. 'fSay, l gasped weakly. how did you find out? 'fYou were seen taking tomatoes from lllrs. Swartz's garden, and the poison- ing came from the tomatoesg so we came to the Conclusion that you were the one. I moaned. and said weakly, Hthose rotten tomatoes. they -- .H Dead, someone said softly, dead. BECAUSE I mics li'?ZL'ZL' a man who zvas oId and gray, IIO 'zcas jmor and clothed in rags, 11nd ht' tald me the story of 'why it was so- Of zrhy hr was dothffd in rags. II Izvn I was young, I was greedy and mid, And had nothing to do with the poor. I never had time to say a hind word, Or pray for the sich a cure. I 7lt l't'7' smiled at little children I hmficx flnd I rzvwr tcm! out of my way, To sand flowvrs to those who were IanvIy, Or say thanhs for II favor one gafuefi Nou' I'w last mifrything and have no jwlarv to go. rind nary a friend do I fad. I'm afonv in the tvorld, and the reason zt'hy- Is hvfvzzzsv I 'zcas never hind. So I Ieaw you this message: Never For- aft! That the best things in Iife are free. For a song, a s1niIe, and a hind word shared, Illahe Iifv a s-zveet symphony. -ANN Loisizt '46 Paga Fifteen 'Twas Heaven T 0 Be Young 9 O ATTENIPT will be made here to compare or contrast the two English poets chosen for this study. Each will be treated separate- ly-the unity being achieved by dealing with their common interest, children- since some of the greatest flashes of their inspiration were enkindled from their attraction and love for the littlest ones in the kingdom of man. f'Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very Heaven l This VCl'SC was written by one of E n gl an d ' s greatest poets, Williain VVordsworth. C1770-18505. It no doubt would be surprising to some peo- ple to have their attention brought to the fact that some of the greatest mas- ters in versecraft actually spent hours writing fanciful verse about the delight- fully entertaining episodes of childhood. It is noticeable in the above-quoted verse that VVordsworth writes with a childlike perceptiveness, lndeed at times he has even been accused of being too consciously childlike, some critics make the indictment that in his desire for simplicity he allows the chatter and baby talk of the child to insinuate it- self into his incessant pen, so utterly engrossed is he in his subject. It was possible that VVordsworth had hoped to settle in France, but the Con- tinental disorders and the war between France and England in 1793 upset his plans and he returned to England, sad and disillusioned. Late in his thirties, he married Nlary Hutchinson, by whom he was blessed with four children. S0 intrigued was he with his offsprings' every living H10- ment, so observing of their whims and artihces, that his father-heart urged him to set down in verse their every belief and action. Thus he wrote of his daughter, Catherine. Loving she is, and traitable. though wild, Page Sixteen 0 And Innocence hath privilege in her, To dignify arch looks and laughing eyesfl The very close propinquinity between father and son gave VVordsworth an excellent opportunity to express his feel- ing concerning this filial bond. Having experienced the same, he wrote in L'An- ecdote for Fathersfl- HI have a boy of five years old. His face is fair and fresh to seeg His limbs are crest in beautv's mold, And dea1'ly he loves mef, Although life may run smoothly. one cannot expect to pass along its winding road without stumbling here and there. Into VVordsworth,s life death stalked, taking two of his children, thus caus- ing him much grief and sorrow, In reflecting on his loss, again the desire came to verbalize his emotions. It seemed to relieve his mind and heart of the poignant sadness which tortured him: Departed child! I could forget thee once Though at my bosom nursed: this woeful gain Thy dissolution brings that fn my soul Is present and perpetually abidesf' 'Q' 'U' '? 1 .' 'U' 'TQ' '. l .' 'lfiff' By . Betty Gerken L-Q-4 -1-ll'-'fl-'lf' 'M' 'll' 'fl-JP 'in-Qui So was the life of VVordsworth-one of delicate understanding and sympathy as a father to his much-loved children. In his works he shows true genius in revealing thoughts that occur to all men but who do not possess the ability to express them. 0 i-.. o Children, their charm and simplicity engaged the pen of another great Eng- lish poet, Francis Thompson. As was stated before. the two poets cannot be compared. as there is really no analogy in the salient points of their lives. Vvordsworth led a quiet and successful life, while Thompson tasted the dregs ot the bitter side of life. lfrancis Thompson, however. did lead a rather pleasant life as a child, which fact probably gave him the inspiration for his many writings in later life. :Xtter his father died. lite cruelly turned upon him: watched him strive avidly tor the joys which were generally shared by most normal human beings. but which fate seemed to deny him. Une thing. however, could not be snatched away-his Catholic faith. His tenacity in clinging to it was the most important guide in directing Thompson in his paths, which at times were most difficult to travel. After disappointing his family by failing to persevere in the study nf medicine, Thompson left for London. where. after slumming for months. he was received into the home of XViltred and Alice Kleynell. publish- ers ot the periodical. Mllerrie ling-V landuawriters and poets in their own right. He became very attached to the younger members of the family. sudier- ing their every pain and sorrow as if it were his: Yom eleven years, was't not, or so? Wvere just a child, you know. :Xnd so you never said Things sweet immediately and wise To fnterdict from closure my wet eyes. But Thompson did not restrict his love to the Kleynell children only. The village children too Came in for a goodly share, :Xn excellent example ot this is a poem written to llaisy. a little village girl, whom he had met one day while he was strolling through the country- side. 'She knew not those sweet words she spoke. Nor knew her own sweet way. Hut there's never a bird so sweet a song Thronged in whose throat that day. Uh, there were tlowers in Storrington On the turf and on the spray But the sweetest tlower on the Sussex hill. XVas the Daisy tlower that dayfi As religion was the most vital factor in Thompson's lite, it was not surpris- ing that he employed much of his poetic genius in writing religious poetry. As he was devoted to children, it was not strange that he would combine these two loves into a dedicatory piece to the most Adorable of all children, the ln- fant Alesus, his most loved and popular child-poem: 'Al,ittle -lesus. wast Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? :Xnd what did it feel like to be Uut of Heaven, and just like ine? YVordsworth and Thompson both thought childhood important enough to write poems about. They expressed in poetic form the thought and experiences which undoubtedly have occurred to most of us but which languish be-times for want of an interlocutor, until a stranger from Parnassus seizes upon the idea and sets it down for the enjoyment of all men. Page Sevenieen x.fniunuu.w. lui cnc ui.-L nun in inou-v years. to its full membership ot seven- ty-a Christmas gift made to the whole Catholic world-it inspired vvorld-wide rejoicing. For weeks and months peri- odicals and newspapers. both secular and religious. carried articles commenting on the significance of the Supreme Pontiffls appointments. As Toledcfs Bishop Alter pointed out. this gesture on the part of the Pope uintensihed and demonstrated the fact that the Church is trulv a uni- versal and international society, for the Red Hat now covers the entire globef, Popes Nlessage To use the l'ope's own words. talcen from his lil-li Christmas message: The Catholic Church, ot which Rome is the center. is supranational by its very nature. This has two implications. one negative and the other positive. The Church is a mother-a true mother. mother ot all nations and all peoples. no less than ot all men individually. :Xnd precisely because she is a mother. she does not, and cannot. belong exelusivelv to this or that people. The Red Hat this time. passed awav in Ireland as he was preparing to return to his see. Cardinal Stritell The Diocese ot Toledo has just refi- son tor joining in this world-wide re- joicing, tor its former bishop is now numbered among the Popes counselors as one ot the Princes ot the Church. Cardinal Samuel Stritch came to To- ledo as its second bishop, succeeding the late Archbishop joseph Schrenibs. and tor nine years was its Chiet Shepherd and l,eader. Toledo begrllclginglv gave him to Klilwaulcee in l03U. Ten years later he was appointed Archbishop of Chicago. and enthroned in the Cath- edral ot the Holy Name bv the Klost Reverend Amleto Giovanni Cicognani. Apostolic Delegate to the limited States. Vlvith these thirty-two cardinals. the highest number ot new appointments made at one time has been reached. Ot special interest to the Catholic world is the appointment ot Thomas Tien. vicar apostolic of Tsing-Too. Shantungf Province. China. a native Chinese. who belongs to the Society of the Divine YVord. the only member who belongs to a religious order. Chinal: first Cardinal. ln addition to the l rench-speaking v 1 .A rs i 1' x 1 Covers the Globe 0 gary and Poland are also included in the new appointments. Forty-six-year-old Archbishop Ber- nard Griffin of VVestminster, England is the youngest appointed Cardinal. Archbishop jon de .long of Utrecht, Netherlands is the first Dutchman to receive the Red hat since the Reforma- tion. Only four of the cardinals are Italian. The Italian hierarchy no longer constitutes a majority, now being forty per cent. The Sacred College now has twenty-eight Italian and forty-two non- Italian cardinals, this being the highest number of non-Italians in the history of the church. History The word 'fcardinall' is of very an- cient origin. It comes from the Latin word, HCHITIOH, meaning hinge . In early times every cathed1'al church was known as a 'lcardo , because it was the home of the Bishop, upon whom the whole diocese depended. The term was applied primarily to those clerics who were attached to the cathedral church itself and who composed the cathedral chapter as it is known today. There- fore, the word at an early time took on the meaning of principally or more eminent priest, because it was the duty of the clerics assigned to the cathedral church to assist the bishop in episcopal services and diocesan administration. Even though many of these clerics bore the title Cardinal, the formation of the Church at Rome and its districts was the model for our present college. It was not until 1567 that Pope Pius V forbade this title to be used by those other than cardinals themselves. Three Ranks s The Sacred College, before the eighth century. consisted of three classesg Car- Q dinal bishops, Cardinal priests, and Cardinal deacons. In late centuries the Pope united them, gave them certain duties and privileges and made a set number of seventy, which to this day has never been changed. The duties of the Cardinal depend on whether they continue as bishops or archbishops of important cities, or whether they hold office at the Vatican. Among the privileges granted to the Cardinals is the hearing of confessions at any place in the world and of ab- solving from all sins and censures. with the exception of those that have to be forgiven by the Holy Father' himself. They may bless rosaries and other articlesgof devotion, attaching to them all the indulgences usually granted by the Holy See, and may themselves grant 'iff' 'OYWU' 'l 7ii' 'O' 'Off' 5 By Anne Quinn .1 'fl 'P -5401--'P 'IMJP 'Q' 'Q' ki- i-'14 an indulgence of 200 days. They may celebrate lNIass at sea, and solemn pon- tifical lflass in any cathedral church outside Rome. The outstanding privi- lege which the Cardinals enjoy is that of participating in the election of the Pope. - In appointing these men, the Pope had but one purpose in mindg namely, to bring about a more united world, not just for Catholics. but for men of all faiths. Page Nineieen Spring F estifva 4 HE Spring Festival of Fairchild High School was an annual event of great importance in the town of Galli-ard, Ohio. A theatrical ven- ture presented by the students, it offered the only live entertainment the citizens enjoyed since the Chautauqua Circuit was buried with VVilliam Jennings Bryan. Students grew gaunt and hag- gard from the hours of rehearsalg teach- ers got circles under their eyes like spare tiresg and education took a good licking, for classes were practically discontinued to accommodate the constant practicing. The show had gone along with only minor mistakes: the second gradels rhythm band had somehow or other gotten off the beat until it sounded like nautch dance music-which hadn't been heard in Galliard since carnivals were barred by a city ordinaneeg a fourth grade minuet had unfortunately crossed signals and the resultant bumping and tumbling looked like a scrimmage be- tween varsity and scrubs. But the high school department had gone rather well. There had been a minor flurry when the reading of the winning essay in lfnglish Composition produced a glar- ing grammatical error, unnoticed the judges who made the award. But nothing really serious had developed and the last act was now under wayg in fact. nearing its close, This final act was a bit of drama written by the Latin teacher, Nliss Humphries, a teacher of manv years in the Galliard system. Every four vears she produced a star pupil, and Galliard gained another pharmacist. This was one of her years. The scene of this sketch was laid in the Rome of the Caesars, the action revolving around the figure of .a Roman schoolmaster who risked a fatal end as lion-food by in- sisting that his students adhere to the rules of syntax and grammar. His students being the sons of Roman sen- ators. this was a daring thing to do- so the play went-for complaint to any Page Twenty Q of the fathers by his pampe1'ed students would have secured a new teacher and fed one more lion. Love interest was supplied by the passion of a senator's daughter for the schoolmaster, and the schoolmaster's true feelings for a Chris- ti-an slave. lt all ended very happily with the suicide of the patrician and the joyful union of teacher and slave-with starving lions off stage. The climax of the scene was the speech of the schoolmaster thundering in defiance, and cowing the students in- to parsing verbs in meek voices. This role of schoolmaster was entrusted to a senior named Gregory Thompkins, who rehearsed faithfully until he gave a faint imitation of a skinny llussolinig for Gregory was the frail, intellectual type in appearance. if not performance. Even at the dress rehearsal he had to be prompted so many times the act sounded like an echo. The part ,of the patri- ci-an's daughter was given to the most beautiful girl in the Senior class, and the part of the slave went to an A-stu- dent. This was the greatest example of miscasting since W. C. Fields played Hamlet at a Lamb's Gambol. All of Kliss Humphries, impassioned lines fell --v-.-..m.r+-.--V+-+-++ -.---.nv By Patricia McCarthy Q- -+40-4 -0- 'PH4'--4-JUP4 flat-Galliard just didn't believe Chris- tianity had that much pull. Somehow the scene creaked along with many promptings to Gregory until the mad turmoil of the speech to the students, The students cowered at their desks, before them raged Gregory Thompkins-and suddenly he went up in his lines. Then, with arms raised over his head shaking clenched fists, he waited despairingly for the prompter to rescue him. The prompter had turned nw fl! . is yt U if ll Nt llaqj lf ' .ffl l f jiu lk lk ll! ! Lf fe' i !fT? fV ! ! ! P' ' i f ffE3e , .gzVf' all ' s ' 6437521 . fps Gia two pages of the text and hurriedly leafed through to the end, seeking- seeking-seeking . , . Gregory's mind whirled like a coun- try boy at a city dance: VVhat did l say last? . . . 'You dolts, you geese, you worse than little clods' . . . clods . . . clods . , . thatls hunks of mud . . . dry lllllil . . . wet mud . . . well. anyway. mud . . . most likely dry mud . . . wet mud would be wet . . , yes. dry mud . . . and then what? . . . Oh. this is awful . . . am I sweating! VVhat'll mother think! . . . VVhat will the old man think! What'll the people think! . , . lly arms are dead . . . if they only were not over my head . . . l canlt keep waving them much longer . . . theylre dead . . . but they had to be over my head for the next line pulled them down . . . Nliss Humphries said it was the most important gesture in the act . . . but do I pull the mud down over me? . . . that,s not it . . . what DOES come after the clods? . . . a broom. a vacuum sweeper . . . Oh! Oh!!! my left arm has sunk down. ltls numb , . . Oh, thank God, the curtain is down, and my arms are down, and l'm down-and l've got to live in this town all my life!!! . While this was going on in Gregory's mind, his mother sat in the fourth row, center, and slowly went down for the third time under the waters of despair as she watched the downfall of her child as a Thespian. She was calm and un- moved in appearance as if viewing ob- jectively the failure of a perfect stran- ger. But her mind was racing: Go on . . . go on . . . go . . . on! Emphasis? , . . lfmphasis doesnlt demand that long a pause . . . A pause? . . . Rather an intermission. VVe could go home and return in this time . . . He's forgotten . . . he's forgotten . . , lvhy not be truthful with myself? . . . He just hasn't got it . . . Those love scenes . . . Ligh! . , . wooden as a hobby-horse . . . just like his father . . . all the fervor and Ere of a cook book . . . lf he keeps waving those arms any longer l'll scream . . . Uh! the audience is begin- ning to laugh! Somehow l must smile . . . grin . . , grimace . . . Oh! one of his arms fell . . . like a log . . . hels exhausted . . . Oh! there goes the cur- tain . , . Thank God! Thank God! . . . l'll have Greg fire that Humphries hag . . , hre her. . . Ere he1'! . . . fire her!! . . . fire her!!!!! ln the wings, Bliss Humphries lia- bored over the Christian slave. trying to improve her makeup so that the audi- ence would not abandon completely all belief in the pull of Christianity, VVhen Gregory forgot his lines, Kliss Hum- phries couldnlt move. For the life of her she could not move. She stood with a rabbit's foot dripping red powder, one arm firmly holding the Christian slave. Go on . . . go on . . . 'You think to pit the might of Rome against the power of the mind' . . . go on , . . go on . . . Prompt hi1n! Prompt him! . . . yell it at him . . . walk on stage and put it in his hand to read . . , Oh, the prompter has lost the place . . . look at the goose , . . leafing. . . leahng . . . leafing . . . Find it, you loon, find it . . . don't let him stand there . . , Oh, his arm is wavering . . . it's down . . . he's going to faint . . . Oh, whv did l ever pick him , . . just because his father is Pres- ident of the Board of lfducation . . . Ring down the curtain . . . the cur- tain!! . . . Oh, thank God. the curtain is down!!! The Spring Festival of the Fairchild High School was over. Inge Twenty-one From Cousin Laura 6 WON'T argue about it, llother. I just won't go if I have to wear a made-over dress. She knew she wasn't being fair at all to Nlom, -and that lXfIom's allotment checks went just so far and no farther. But this time was too important to be fair. But Sue, it won't be a made-over dress. If only yould put it on, you'd see that it fits you perfectly, lt's exactly what you would choose and it must have cost at least . . . Here Rlonfs voice trailed off. She certainly was no expert on expensive formals. Sue could remember when she actu- allly looked forward to those big boxes. sent every so often by wealthy Eastern aunts. Every box contained the usual assortment of clothes: a few drab un- appealing dresses that Nlom would cut down to fit her own slender figure -and a bundle of Cousin Laura's things, the lace and ruffles still fresh and pretty. But now at sixteen, Sue loathed these boxes because they contained the bar- riers that held her from exciting shop- ping trips. True, they provided her with things to wear, but nothing she could call her own. She almost loathed Laura. the unseen cousin whose Hour- grownsu she had worn ever since she could remember. And now one of the bundles had arrived just in time to climax the disaster of the junior dance. As if things weren't bad enough. Darling, please try it on. Cousin Laura has your coloring, and this shade of blue is just right for you. I'll press it and hang it in your closet. l know how you feel. but of course youlll go to the party. That was the last strawl How could lylom know how she felt about this tall-important dance. If she did, she wouldn't try to make her wear that dress. She just wouldn't do it, and thatls all there was to it. Don't bother, Nlom. Put it any- Page Twenty-Iwo 0 where you want. But you can't expect me to go to any formal in some one elsels dress. Sue was sorry the min- ute she had spoken, sorry over that cold tone. sorry her mother didnyt know the whole story. But she walked away with the air of having given up her heart's desi1'e to a cruel tyrant. Of course. she'd already made up her mind not to go to the dance even be- fore the box came. Chris Larsen asked her weeks ago, before she could think of any excuse for refusing, and Chris was well known as an Uodd number . She'd probably be stuck with him all evening, her only hope of cut-ins being to wear a knockout new dress. She didn't even glance at Cousin Laura's Hold rag , hanging in her closet. And on Xlonday she began her explana- tion to the gang. Of all thingsfy she spoke out in the middle of her soda, it looks as if my father might get a furlough Satur- day. Natuually it's not definite, but l'd like to be there if he does. f'Really, Susie. you don't have to 'QYifil' 'O' 'I' '4 lf'4' ? O 'vlr1lfi l By Mary Pat Brunner make excuses for us, Golly, lid sure hate to be stuck with that big Swedefl That was her pal, Barbara, who could afford to be generous since she was go- ing with the class president. HOh, l don't mind about Chris, she said in a tone that implied that was just what she did mind. After all, Chris Larsonls folks were foreigners and nobody knew them. He was queer too, spoke perfect English, better than most kids. He seemed to be in good standing with the boys but never paid much attention to the girls. She knew she was going to break the date with Chris, and the sooner, the better. She caught him Thursday on his way to the art room. He was quite good in arty he had even sold some of his works. 'iChris, hey, Chris, wait a minute! I want to talk to you about something importantf' Hello, Suelll He turned and waited for her. Come into the art room with me. I want to get the key to the supply room before Sister leaves. Sue had to move quickly to keep up with the tall boy. HGoodness, Chris, what I have to say won't take long-, but somehow she couldnlt be curt with him. I know, but I've been wanting to talk with youd' She tried to break in but he went right on talking. I think it would be nice if we could get acquainted better before we go out Saturday. I wanted to take you for a soda and to meet my parents. but some- how I never could find you. You bet he never had a chance to nnd me, she said to herself. And what was this funny thing Hmeet my parentsn? VVell, she didnlt want to meet his parents and sheld tell him so right now. But would she? He was odd all right--if a nice odd. Sue fol- lowed him into the art room. Chris, I want to tell you about Sat- urday night. Golly, this was going to be hard. He held his brush in mid-air and was looking at her intently. He was odd, not at all like other boys. Older. somehow, Sue realized she wasn't talking-just st-aring. Chris broke the awkward pause. And I want to tell you about Satur- day. I'm glad I'm going with you. Sue. I had a hard time trying to bring myself to ask youf' He reddened a little. The boys she knew never would have talked like that. But none of the boys she knew had been born in a for- eign country -and had gone to school in :mother country or could paint or work or were quite like Chris. 'iThere's one thing, though, Sue. Riost of the boys are wearing tuxedos. I haven't any. But my father is happy to let me wear his good blue suit. Do you mind if itls a blue suit of my fa- ther's ? Of course, I don't mind. I donlt mind a bit. She knew what she'd done and couldn't help,it. 'lI'm glad. And another thing. You must tell me what kind of flowers to send you. In my father's country, a young man always sent Howers to the girl he was taking to a dance. Nly' father told me about the flowers-to send them, I meanfl Sue was silent for a minute. Nobody sends flowers to girls for this kind of dance, but she didn't tell him that. His father might be hurt if he didn't take his advice. and Sue knew how it was to hurt a parent. Besides, Chris was terribly proud. No, it wouldnlt do to tell him. It was so unimportant some- how. Sue slid from the stool, moved closer to watch him work. She touched his arm timidly a11d started for the door. Quickly, she turned back to the boy who was watching her, We'll have a lot of fun Saturday, Chris. And about that suit thing- you know most of the boys borrow tuxes from their fathers or older broth- ers. lXIy dress is sort of borrowed too!-it belonged to my cousin back East. Nobody thinks about things like that anymore. And as she waved good-bye, Sue suddenly knew it was true. Ki if ,ly fi I ,ig rmx ., g il s,:ff. is -1 ,, fill Q W 'ex af- ers, vff4,am2f' , 1 , 'f -12.343 +212 1 , ff- ,fa -ff I Q 6 Q L Q. . E if -. fs ik: i :rg - - iff,--v'g11'3', fdifo rials --- Au'Revoi1' But ot Goodbye HE Class of 1946-bidding farewell-cannot st1'ike a tragic or saddening note. The happiness of the four years spent in St. lfrsula's halls far outweighs the minor tragedies experienced, Regret at leaving is more than tempered by the knowledge that we are not severing all connections with our school. Nlany will go on to hlary Klanse, and the great majority-wherever their future studies call them-will return to Toledo to live. So-a formal farewell can be for us no Gothic tale. VVC are sorry-true-that the four years are overg but the class of 1946 has a treasury its members can draw on-the richness of old memories. Klay these sus- tain us in close association with St. Ursula's Alumnae. And to the world. we say Lok l,'f'hVl '19-16 ' h' ' h ' 0 out. , 01 t L c ass of is coming to elp out in t e reconstruction to make ours a better, more peaceful world. -PATRICIA RICCARTHY '46 si g .-.. Toledo 's Cultural Advance ANY Toledoans are so busy looking to New York, Boston, and other metro- politan cities. that they fail to realize the many cultural advantages of their own city. To1edo's Nluseum of Art erected in 1901 is world famous for its collections of paintings, sculptures, glass, workbooks, and manuscripts. It engages the country's finest symphony orchestras, and on Sunday afternoons there are free concerts which are presented by different choral societies within the city. Art classes for children are conducted on Saturdays. Our beautiful Queen of the Holy Rosary Cathedral is the only Cathedral in the world whose architecture is plateresque, .a development of sixteenth century Spain. The Rose VVindow is twenty-eight feet in diameter--a huge but dainty rose. Above this beautiful window is a vast mural frescoe, depicting the Creation of the VVorld. The seating capacity of the Cathedral is twelve hundred. ln 1940 the building which houses the present Toledo Public Library was con' structed and is acknowledged one of the most complete and modern of its type. Accession lists show that there are 415,033 volumes in the Library at the time of this writing. - The Town Hall Theater, the newest addition to Toledo's cultural advances. is the only theater of its kind in Toledo and is devoted exclusively to traveling road attractions. The zoo, erected in 1875, with its thirty-three acres and eleven buildings. is internationally known as one of the largest in the world. Despite the fact that we are not the largest city in the United States, we have many cultural advantages to which we can point with pride. -IXIARILYN ROHEN 146 Page Twenty-lou: The Hope of the World O RESTORE as far as possible the honor of the woman's and the mother's place in the home: that is the wiatchword one hears now from many quarters like a cry of alarm, as if the world were awakening, terrified by the fruits of material and scientific progress of which before it was so proudf' Such was the keynote of the speech given by Pope Pius XII, in a recent address to the Christian women of the world. It is intended to impress upon the young woman of today the important role which she has to play in the coming years. It would seem that his message is most fitting for us, as most of us will some day have the responsibility of raising a family. VVorld XVIII' II has been the source of many social evils. Its aftermath has been to turn ours into a mechanistic existence, taking mothers from their homes to work in factories, leaving the children to be on their own. VVhat kind of a society is their generation going to develop? There must be something we can do to prevent this. First of all, it will be our concern to endeavor to restore the sanctity of the family circle, to make everyone realize that God is the most important factor in keeping this so greatly desired unity. In recent years it has become very evident that home life has been almost discontinued. Klost amusemeuts tend to lure the family from the home. The importance of this phase of Catholic Action is self-evident. If we sincerely desire to help straighten the web in which the human family is entangled, we must start with the home. Pope Pius XII has placed a challenge before the women of the world. VVhether it will be accepted or rejected depends in great part on the good will of the hundreds and thousands of fine young Christian high school graduates-the fixture mothers of America. -BETTY CTERKEN '46 Clmff and Wheat HE secular press, in its own way, claims to give its readers the whole, unpre- judiced truthg yet many of us are forced to read between the lines. Are you, the Catholic laity, able to detect the falsities in every instance? Can you expect to find the truth in these Communistic and Free-Nlasonary controlled and edited papers and magazines, which strive to attack the Church either directly or indirectly? For example, when the Red paper in hloscow accused the Church in her designation of Cardinals, of a sort of political policy, she made the front page. However, in a dispatch from the Vatican defending this accusation, the article was quite minute and found in a most obscure corner of the same paper. You ask what can be done? VVell, read your Catholic literatureg discuss current topics with the Catholic view. Express your opinions to the editor. Surely, if the editors of our secular press were confronted with letters from our Catholic laity they could not ignore them entirely. The Legion of Decency, which was organized to curb the production of indecent movies, has been very successful. This is just one example of what can be done. VVe have Christ's own words for it that He is the Way, the Truth, and the l,ight, Yes, Christ is the Truth. He founded His Church on this Truth. Where could we find a better source for truth than this Church founded on Truth itself? The secular press molds the minds of easily influenced persons, who read nothing else and thus form their opinion along with those who are ignorant of the truth, or choose to believe what they wish. The Catholic press does give you the truth as it is and does not leave you in doubt. Page Twenty-live 0 Bit 0 Antigone and the Tyrant Stage Review By Ioan Riopelle '46 0 6 Page Twenty-six' OLEDOANS were greatly honored during the past season by the appearance of Miss Katharine Cornell, one of America's fore- most dramatic actresses, in Antigone and the Tyrantn. The play by Jean Anouilh, the French dramatist, came to the Town Hall Theater under the joint auspices of lifliss Cornell and Gilbert Niiller. It is a freely adapted version of the Sophocles tragedy and is a blending of Greek and modern drama. The play is presented in the Greek tradition against a background of plain drapery and with the Greek Chorus to provide the necessary details. Niiss Cornell saw the play in Paris while enter- taining American servicemen in Barretts of Wilia- pole Streety' and immediately decided she wanted to present it on the American stage, It was sche- duled to open on Broadway sometime after the Toledo performance. The st-ar plays the role of Antigone, whose two brothers kill one another over the throne of Thebes. Their uncle Creon, excellently portrayed by Sir Cedric Hardwicke, renowned actor of stage and screen, becoming king, orders Polynices left unburied as a traitor. Antigone decides, at the cost of her life, to bury him to give peace to his soul. She steals out to cover Polynices' body and summons Haemon, played by James Nlonks, Creon's son and her fiance, to bid him f-arewell. She rejects Creon's pardon, preferring to die in the tradition of her father, Oedipus. Antigone and the Tyrant provides Katharine Cornell with her fourth classic part since she became Americals only actress-manager in 1931. the past plays being Lucrece , Romeo and Juliet , and Herod and lWarianne . Miss Cor- nell, as Antigone, again proved her great acting ability in this stirring drama. REAT Sonu, a character novel by Edna Ferber, is a chronicle of four generations of a Seattle family, the Nlelendys. It begins in 1851 with ninety-two-year-old lVIadam Exact Melendy, the clear-eyed, stern matriarch of her family and cityg and ends with her great grand- son, Mike Nlelendy, the daring, quick-witted .boyz who is typically representative of this unpredict- able generation. Leisu e 0 Great Son departs from bliss Ferber's usual procedure by dealing with the upper class, the very rich, instead of her usual portrayal of the more common homesteader. But her setting remains the same-the great expanding western plains of a young and lusty America. Nliss Ferber, writing again in her inimitable, natural-born style, has added another book to her growing list of best sellers. She has written not only of the roaring YVest but also of the llidvvest in So Bigng VVisconsin, in l'Come and Get It 3 and lllississippi, in Show Boatw, Her achieve- ment is said to have stemmed largely from the vitality and belief she has in the so-real people which she lovingly creates. While the novel does not reach the heights in good writing that her other writings have attained. it is nevertheless Edna Ferber, and that is well worth reading. S THE introduction points out, 'Alt is no ex- aggeration to say that the columnists and commentators have more influence than any other factor in molding the opinion of adult Amer- icansfl With this in mind the editor gives us a series of essays, originally printed in The Sign magazine. of fourteen prominent newspaper columnists and radio commentators in book form. This reviewer would classify the subjects of the sketches as Hfair, good, best . The best could legitimately include Paul hflallon, Walter Lippmann, Westbrook Peg- ler, Sumner Welles, David Lawrence, Raymond Swing, and George Sokolsky. John B. Kennedy- political scientists, statesmen and philosophers of history as well as commentators. Dorothy Thompson, Gabriel Heatter. H. V. Kaltenborn and Fulton Lewis, Jr., constitute the goodly These give the emotional public what they want' and the way they want it, more often than not, allowing the heart to lead the head. In the last class, Drew Pearson and VValter VVinchell carry on a twosome-one perhaps toler- ating but not trusting the other. The delivery is vivid, sparkling, and sincere-- the reading of which is a pleasurable experience. Great Son By Edna Ferber Book Review By Constance Durliat ,46 9 Q Holders of Opinion Book Review By Barbara Krabach 346 Page Twenty-seven The Saints That Moved the World By Rene Fullop-lliiller Book Review Hy Mary Ellen Nagle '46 0 0 Friends of Music Concert Review By Mary Ellen Nagle '46 Pu ge Twenty-eight CCORDING to the author of this group biography, each of the five saints treated in the book strove to perfect one aspect of Christ, the Perfect Klan: renunciation, intellect, love, will power, and ecstasy. The author, a non- Catholic, displays in his Writing a deep attraction to religious things, not so much by personal con- viction as by experimentation. He combines the ideological principles of psychology and science-- the approach being clinical. The will of God is manifested in many ways through many different means. To Anthony, a young Egyptian of the fourth century, the gospel at Sunday Nlass conveyed the words of self-denial and renunciation which he followed until his death. It was not until Augustine' Was thirty-three years old that he abandoned his sinful, ple-asure-seeking life and was baptized. Augustine used his brilliant mind and learning to defend the Church. No other thinker, except Plato, has influenced Westerii thought as Augustine. St. Francis, the p0ct of love and the troubadour of God, saw in nature the power, greatness, and goodness of God. Lady Poverty became his rule of life, which thousands have followed since. St. Ignatius Loyola, the foun- der of the Society of Jesus, gave his followers his rule of life in the Spiritual Exercixcr, concentrating mainly on the strengthening and the control of the will. From Avila, Spain, emerged the great mystic reformer of the Carmelitenuns, St. 'Teresa. Concerning the author's craftsmanship, the long involved sentences tend to make the meaning in- coherent in places. Criticism has been launched against the absence of references and the almost Hagrant use of generalizations unfounded on fact. HE local Friends of liusic Orchestra began their third concert of the season in Ursuline auditorium with the playing of Henry Pur- cell's f'Trumpet Voluntary . Mr. Georges Nliquelle, distinguished first cell- ist of the Detroit Symphony Orchestra, was solo- ist. His interpretation of the Boccherini Concerto in B-Flat llilajoru, featuring the cello with accom- paniment for two oboes, two horns and strings, proved his outstanding musicianship. The performance was under the direction of Nlr. Edgar Schenkman of New York City. Besides the aforementioned solo, the program carried the Barbirolli arrangement of six dramatic movements by Purcell, and the modern Quiet City by Aaron Copland. The hiozart B-Flat Symphony con- cluded the concert. URING the late winter season, high school students enjoyed the privilege of hearing Dimitri Nlitropoulos conduct the llinnea- polis Symphony Urehestra in the Young Peoplek Concert in the Art Nluseum Peri-style. Xlr, Nlitro- poulos presented an interesting and varied pro- gram for young listeners. The first selection was six movements from the well known Handel-Harty VVater Nlusic Suite . This was followed by two movements from Hllozartional' by Tchaikowskj, and three movements from Brahms' Fifth Sym- phony. The Polovetzian Dances , from Prince Igor, by Borodin, was the final number, and this. l think. appealed more to young listeners because of its spirited rhythm and scintillating tonal qua- lity. Brilliant technique and depth of feeling were displayed by the orchestra under Klr. Klitropoulos' capable direction. Witiiessiiig the artist's unusual method of conducting, that of using neither baton nor score, was -an enriching experience in itself. He seemed to live with the music, using his whole body to direct, rather than his hands, although their grace and delicate artistry caught the listen- ers' eyes. N THE stirring movie, 'The Bells of St. 1Iary'sl', Bing Crosby is again cast as Father O'KIalley. the lovable and considerate priest of Hfloing lly VVay'lg and Ingrid Bergman as Sister Benedict, the Sister Superior of St. NIary's parish school. As the story opens, Father Olhlalley has just become pastor of the financially run-down parish. For some time the sisters have been praying that the newly erected building adjacent to St. h'Iary's would be given to them by its millionaire owner. The genial Father O'lNIalley is instrumental in great part in bringing Klohammed to the moun- tain-the Sisters get the new school. The conflict between Father O'KIalley and the Blother Directress, the reconcilation of Patsy Clallagher's estranged parentsg and the final cul- mination of the well planned scheme for the acqui' sition of the building-all add humor and senti- ment to the picture. Bing Crosby and Ingrid Bergman both live up to their reputation as the screen's best-loved team. Their separate interpretations are more than convincing. joan Carroll, as Patsy Gallagher, gives to her fans a glimpse of her potentialities as an emotional actress, which might provoke the query: If this at twelve what about twenty?'l Minneapolis Symphony Concert Review By Elizabeth McNerney '46 0 0 The Bells of St. Mary's Nlovie Review Hy Margaret Ann Beechey '-I-6 Page Twenly-nine Junior As I See Him 0 UNIOR is my little brother. He can at times be nice, but these times are rare. For the most part he is troublesome, always in the way, and fm-eve.-' playing pranks. just the other night, big sister Mary had a date with George Kearns, who was without doubt one of the most popular and handsome young men in town. Mary has had a crush on George ever since he first came to Cen- tral High in the middle of the year. And now he had finally asked her for a date. Blary was thrilled beyond words. VVhen the big day arrived, lVIary was fairly jumping up and down with ex- citement. Had she but known what was to happen before the day was over, I am sure she would not have been so happy. Upon arriving downst-airs, lwary heard her mother saying, Come right in, Doctor, he's upstairsf' lVIary tried to talk to Nlama. Doctor! Who's up- stairs? N0 one in our house is sick, unless-No Nlamal Nothing's wrong with Junior, is there? sy Yes, I'm afraid so, but don't bother me now. I have to take the doctor upstairsfl . But NIama'l-hlaryls voice tr-ailed away as mother and the doctor disap- peared on the stairs. lfiary ate break- fast, feeling not quite as happy as she had when she first awoke, Oh well, there probably wasnlt anything seriously wrong with Junior. He had probably been eating green apples again. After the doctor had left, Mary again started questioning mother. 'fDid the doctor say what was the matter with Junior, Nlama? yy Yes, he did, lfary, and I'm 'afraid we'll be quarantined for a week or so. lVIary just stood there, not saying anything, but turning pink, then red, Page Thirly -KATHLEEN BEELER '47 Q and back to white again. When the full realization of the awful tragedy dawned upon her, she started crying. Mother, misunderstanding why she was crying, said, There, there, Mary. It isn't that bad. Junior wonit die. Lots of children get measles and they all recoverf' i But NIama, I'm not crying because he is sick. Don't you see what this means? I'll have to break my date with George and helll wonder what kind of house this is that I have such a puny little brother who catches the measles the first time anyone looks at himfl Several weeks passed and Junior re- covered. Mary forgot about George, but junior she could not forget. He continually annoyed her. If she wanted to go to the show, Junior had to go too. It wasn't that lVIary minded tak- ing him, but he always insisted on hav- ing a bag of popcorn and blowing up the bag and breaking it during the tens- est moment of the show. If they were getting a soda in the drug store, he always had to have the last drop in his glass and suck on the straw until it made a loud noise and people would stare at them. it all was that actually laugh! At home it him to wash his to scold, plead, If this did not And the worst part of he would laugh. Yes, was impossible to get face. Papa would have and beg him to wash. work, then more effec- tive methods were used. He absolutely refused to use a comb on his hair, 'fonly sissies combed their hair, and to use a tonic to keep his cowlick down was unheard of. Now you can imagine how amazed I was when yesterday I chanced upon him, laboriously combing his hair, and. mind you, freely using hair tonic. I was dumbfounded. There was only one conclusion. Junior was in love, Washing the Dog -ANN SUDEK '47 I Today I washed my dog. This was not his first contact with water. for often, while watering the lawn, I watered him also. He remembered these incidents with a vengeanre and when he saw the tub of water into which I was to submerge him, he wiggled out of my arms and was gone, like a Hash, up the stairs. Quickly, I dashed after him but the only thing I got was a skinned knee. Deciding it was time for strategy, l seized from the table a bone which was attached to a small steak. Finding him crouching under the sofa, l coaxed, teased. pleaded and threatened, but to no avail. Remembering the steak, I dangled it tempt- ingly a few inches from his nose. Suspecting something, he looked questionablv at me but sensing I had given up the silly idea of washing him, he walked slowly toward the steak. Wfith a shriek of triumph I pounced upon him and carried him, still struggling, to his bath. After it was hnished and he was snow white, wearing a huge red bow, he strutted around. as proud as a peacock, as if to say, See, this was all my idea. All I have to say is-Never again! Page Thirty-Iwo to a stop Em and waxfei-tor it-to sfreet she was still stroking the tire. tllrll. I dreaded this, for I knew Carol For all I know she may still be there, would have to shift gears. When she because I never saw her again. i-1 . 1 - A Mgmgrablg -VIRGIXl,,A TIGHE '49 When my cousin Jeanne asked me to be godmother for her small son, I was delighted. Only the very great honor came to my mind but I soon discovered there were other things to consider. What in the world do you do if small jimmy starts to cry? Oh, horrors! Suppose you suddenly become tongue-tied and can't recite the Apostles Creed or maybe even the Our Father? Surely the godfather, who has fought years in the Pacific, won't be afflicted with this stage-fright. Certainly he will be able to recite the prayerg then, all I will have to worry about is what to do with Jimmy when he criesg that is, if he cries. Perhaps my Guardian'Angel will become ia Career Angeln and take care of that little item. Then again he might even catch Jimmy if I should let him drop. Oh, please, Dear God, don't let that happen. Please! Oh mel the fateful day is here and I am suffering from nervous prostration. Now, isn't this silly. Jimmy slept through the entire ceremony and I could recite the Apostles Creed and the Our Father. Isn't it grand to be a godmother! 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I I I Some people believe anything you tell them-if you whisper it. I I I In the gym the other day l saw :1 very interested group of girls gathered about a freshman who was telling a story that went something like this: The aunt of a Benedictine nun had received the sacrament of Extreme Unction after which a priest offered her a few words of encouragement for her journey. He told her and the members of her family that he knew she had led a good life. and although she might have to detour a bit. he was sure she would soon be in heaven. At that the lady raised herself Page Thirty-four and spoke vigorously: Detour noth- ing,'l she said, 'Tm going straight throughfl I I I Since the end of the war a remark- able change has taken place in styles, especially in our high school set. Not long ago the gals were sporting dirty saddle shoes and sloppy-joe's. Auto- graphed reversibles, with their pockets bulging, and plaid shirts, arms too long, were popular. But now that the war has ended there is a remarkable ch-ange. The well dressed girl today is well dressed. She sees to it that her clothes are strictly neat. New hair-dols accenting that well brushed look is the latest style. The girl today sees that her skirt is pressed and shoes are shined. But, why the sudden change? It couldnlt be that the men are coming home, or could it? Yes. l9-46 has been a full year. The seniors especially will remember it vivid- ly because of all the extra activities that go with the last year at Saint Ursulais. They are looking back at all their happy memories, while the underclassmen are looking forward to the joys ahead. YVonderful years - these last four. Those who have gone before say there's no time quite like them. UVVe'll be loyal to the gold and blue. My Notebook-Dearest Treasure -LOU ANN KOERBER '47 I do not think that it would he an exaggeration to say that my notebook is almost as widely traveled as I. Each night I carry home from school an armful of books, which rarely consist of the same books every night, with the exception of my notebook. which is always at the bottom of the pile. It is probably the most valuable and certainly the most useful book that I own. It contains among other things. clean paper, my assignments, my much-coveted ruler and blotter, plus my smaller English and Latin books, and some stationery. VVithout it I would be at a loss, for all of these things are essential to a day in school. Between seven o'clock in the morning and five olclock in the evening my notebook accompanies me everywhere. Once when I discovered that I had lost my notebook, the first thing that entered my mind was, How can I possibly replace its contents which I have gradually col- lected during the school year? Horrified at this thought, I promptly set out in search of my lost U'C2lSLl1'C. Finally finding it, I heayed a sigh of relief, and vowed never to let it stray from my arms again. ,. oncealing A Hole 'In My Stocking -CHARLINE Mokiussisv I47 There I was practically at the door, when zing-a run in my stocking. Not a decent narrow run. Oh no! I had to get a great big hole and on the night of the dance. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been inconspicuous, but it was in the back-in open view. How could I conceal it when I was so con- scious of it myself? For ia quarter of the evening' I sat the dances out, man- aging to look extremely busy talking to the older women or else feigning to be bored by the whole adolescent affair. When sufficient courage had ebbed its way slowly back to my spine, I edged my way along the wall to the refreshf ment table, where I stood for another quarter of the evening, nibbling away as if to disperse the pangs of a week's starvation, Every time I saw a pros- pective partner coming my way. I stuffed my mouth and managed only a shrug of the shoulders. Since the hostess began to look at me in a strange manner, I decided to slink away when crash! bang!-down I went on all fours. And there I lay, the big gaping hole in my stocking open to public view. After I had been picked up and brushed off, the hostess exclaimed, Oh, my dear, you've torn your stocking! What a shame! Come with me and we'll see what can be done. Ten min- utes later I descended in a pair of bor- rowed stockings, with all the poise and grace of a movie queen, no longer slinking about, trying to conceal a hole in my stocking. Page Thirty-ihree An Afternoon Wiyth 0 HERE are times when I wonder what goes on in llotherls mind, especially when she decides to take my spare time in her hands. One of these times occurred recently on a tree day. I had slept late and was looking ahead to the afternoon down- town with the girls. At breakfast I was nibbling away at a piece of toast and lost in a serial in a magazine when Xlother came into the kitchen. She got out the vacuum sweeper and started for the living room. l'Rosalyn,l' she said as she turned to mc. lXIrs. Jones lea1'ned you we1'e free today and asked if you would stay with little Jimmie. I said it was all right for her to plan on you. I hope you don't mind. I glared at Xlother, dropped my toast, and nearly fell from my seat. KIother.l' I cried, not all the things you could do. I've planned to go downtown with the girls this after- noon. Xow. dearfl she said, Hall you have to do is to get someone else to stay with Jimmie and it will be all right with Klrs. Jones. l wilted as Klother left the kitchen, and tried to think of someone to call. After about a half hour's thinking, my list of availables was still blank. I just couldn't disappoint KIrs. Jones either. Finally. I went in to ask lNIother's aid in finding another girl, but no luck. Foiled. I phoned to the girls and ex- plained my situation. Promptly at one o'clock I arrived at the Aloness. Klrs. Jones gave me in- structions about giving Jimmie his bot- tle at three and told me to dress him and let him come downstairs. She left immediately, leaving me with my little charge. I sat down and was deep in a good BOB'S GAL CContinued from page 123 She turned then -and left the office. Romayne went back to her own office to sit and think things out. Everything became clear all of a sudden. Yes, she Couldnit work here any longer. She had to quit. She was out the door before Bob could recover. In her own small apartment, she sat wearily, her heart gone out of her. Half a dozen times she went to call Bob but something -always stopped her. Bob didn't Call either. She had thought he might but when five o'Clock came and still the phone was silent, she knew he wasn't going to call. Romayne finally went to bed and cried herself to sleep. It was the telephone that awakened her. and only half awake, she stumbled into the living room to answer it. Number pleasef' Central asked, and Romayne mumbled something and hung up. The bell pealed again and it wasn't the phone at all but the door, She rushed to open the door and there was Bob in the hall. Romayne,', he said, 'fyou know why I'm here. You oan't do this to me. She started toward him and the voice of Sally Anderson reechoed in her ears. You can carry a torch too long, you knowlu Romayne stopped. She had carried her roch too long, and had been badly burned. ' 'flym sorry, Bob, she said. 'fRomayne, he begged, I want to start all over, make a new beginning, and only you can help me. Bob,y' she said, HI eanyt do it. I never want to see you againf' I thought maybe I could get you baek if I quit the job. He had no job so he wasn't asking her back to work. He was asking her to marry him. Bob, you don't mean- But I dof' Oh Bob, she whispered, as she slipped into his arms. Sally told us what happened, he said, 'ASally told both of usll' 0 Class Patroness .... 1 946 f L77 Rf Wk W e f . iw Our Lady, Queen of Peace ' Q. f se.en at-5 KVM Virginia Bevington Industrious . . . secretary . . i St. Catherine Loquacious . . . pharmacist Oh, rfally . . no, O'Riely. Page Thirty-eight 1946 0- Ruth Blank Treasurer Cesu Jane Agner Refined . . . lawyer . . . I d07llf fare. Small and mighty . . . music... IVhat's the mood? Q K ki 3 it , 2 L. ' i Margaret Beechey St. James l Birdlike voice . . . advertiser... Oh, my heavens! 5 Marv Bohn Rosary Cathedral - Big-hearted . . . scientist . . IV011ldn't you knofw il. Betty Boyce Tl111t'.f slzarjvf' 19 46 Marv Pat Brunner St lereSa VK msome xx as tree surgeon .. . Gaily gumdmps. Joan Clegg Leadership ability . . . mortician f- vu ,loan Corcoran St. Teresa Simplicity . . . interior decorator . . . IFJ just adorable! Q I 3 , Y i Han Calaw Rosirx Cathedral Rommnncm prnate secre j . . . By George. o e 'Wane Cassldv St. Agnes Quick-witted . . . live in New York . . . fflwll . . . gn, Barbara Czarrlecki kid, St. Hedwig Conscientious . . . nurse... .l lzmfvens. Page Thirty-ni ,lean Dibling St. Rose, Perryslmrgf Staid . . . Nurae . . . lVfll, I'l'1'f. H Page Fox-ly l 9 46 0 Beverly Diethelm Gesu Rose Iarm Daunhauer Aristocratic . . . journalist r. Catherine U1 He c . . . secretary . . I 1161190 ' ,loan DeSl1etlcr Rosary Cathedral Explosive . . . secretary . Biff rival, Carolvn Doyle St. Rossi Perrysburg Short and shy . . . pharmacist . . . Off, rwzllyf' Constance Durliat St. Louis, Custer, Ohio Sweet sincerity . . . travel . . . No, not thai. Good deal. 9 Joan Eihen besu Betty Gerken Naive . . . composer . . . Do Rosary Cathedral th: .mmf for me. Alluring . . . travel to South America . . Isn'f if ffffiff ?,r Jacqueline Gilford Vice-President Gesu Titian beauty . . . interior decorator . . . Sorry, I flaw' to lIlfl'f Doa Betty Fcrgusson Good Shepherd Optimistic . . . teacher of Amer- ican History . . . HCIIIIV MII. WM Mary Catherine Flanxgdu St. Francis de Sales Goodrhumored . . . nurse . Oh, lily!!! Rosemary Gouttiere Sr. joseph, Maumee, Ohio Sparkling appearance . . . lang- uage teacher . . . Old Nof Page Folly-om 1946 l Rosalyn Grothjan Our Lady of Perpetual Help Quaint interior decorator H1 there Marilyn Hofmann Rosary Cathedral Petite . . . stylist . . . Be go bye now. at 3 Marilyn Hellrung Gesu Stately grace . . . psychiatrist . . . Hi, ya. Page Forty-two Jean Hatfield St. Thomas Aquinas VVistful . . . nurse . . . Big lime. Beverly Jacob St. Catherine Expressive eyes . . . actress . . . Oh, rally. Virginia Kaufman Rosary Cathedral Generous spirit . . Latin teacher . . . fire you kidding? 0 Kathleen Keil St. Charles linselfishness . . . nurse Oh, my goodness! 9 46 Patricia Kincaid Proficient dancer . . . commercial artist . . . Off, sl1am:.'. Noreen Klippel St. Agnes Helpful . . . chemist . . . Oh, grmlf' Carol Kenney St. Ann Originality plus . . . nurse . . . IlH0ll65f1j'.ll Agnes Kiefer Sr. If1hI1 Barbara Krabach Vigorous . . . Secretary . St. Rose, Perrysburg Off, 1lI'll1J6ll5.,U Sophisticated . . . office personal . . . I thongfht 111 die. Page Forty-ihxee 1946 0 Elizabeth Ann Lavey St. Anthony, Milan, Ohio Truly feminine , . . secretary I said if and I'm glad. 4 . H' I Eunice McCaffrey St. Francis de Sales Capable . . . psychiatrist No fufure in it. Mary Lennon Gesu Radiant blush . . . dentist assist- ant . . . nllfdll, I do. 1 Yzf l Ann Marie Loisel Rosary Cathedral Attractive . . . pilot . . . Lowe l JJ Page Forty-leur Patric' 4 tel we , . JI, gf f' zzz. New . . . . rtising . . . Joyce McDonough Rosary Cathedral Sincere . . . model . . . Nlfffffl' late than m?fvt1'. -0 19 Patricia Mcflreer Rosarv Cathedral XX illnwy . . . telephone operator . . . Il'l10? Hill? 46 Barbara Mariner Rosary Cathedral Vnassuming . . . singer . . I1mfL'e1z5, I flo11't larzrmcf' Mitzie Mathis St. Rose, Per1'yabu1'g Captivating ..., i 0Lll'IHlllSl . . . See - - - - Jeanne A1111 MeKeown Rosary Cathedral Buoyant . . . finger . . . f'1t's tflv same tillfl'Il'IlIf' Ellzabeth McNerney it R , ' C th rl .I mari 3 e M Mary Joan Medford Determined . . . radio advertis- Rnsarv Cathedral ,Q ' ' 7 hal 5 may wma-V' Fun-loving . . . private secretary . . . Enjoy life. Page forty-five 1 N 1946 Dolores Hiller St. Thomas Aquinas Cungeniul . . . musician . . ily flUfldllI'5S.-V Eilvcll Nluriagll Gesu Appreciative . . . nurse Hffflllll' un, kids. Ruth H0010 St. Mary Wmy . . . nurse . . . Cl11't.w' run! um kms. Geraldine Murphy xldlf llluese lllycrs bt. lhomas Aqumas Dcmulr . . . dental I6f'l'lIllCl4lll . . . I,nl.s of. llary Ellen Nagle St. flilIl'1k'l'lllt' Secretary Persrvering . . . music . St. Francis de Sales Agile . . . actress . . . Oh U---UU Page lforiy-six 'A 1f'f11af'5 ffn' qzxfslimz ? 1946 xlcll gale! Palka Sf. Tlzomas .Jquinas bpnrklxng smxle . . . Jaxrlme Anne Quinn stewnrdess . . . Natrh' X beau ' - lrish beauty . . . nurse . . I' ' ' K Could bf. 'l'l1vrvs0 Raymond St. 'Iul1n's - I.i5.:ht-hearted . . . teacher . Huf1. Hari? Claire Pallinger St. Stephen lnfectunus giggle . . . certified ,via n1f15?'y llargarvt Powers :accountant . . Aflllj' tax Rmury Cklrhedral 101111 Riopelle Loyal . . . llllfbf' . . . Bf'!!4'I' GCSU lair than 1le'1'fr.'J Qurenly Ntnture . . . to travel Pr0l1af11y mf! Page Yoxly-sever H President ,lean Sheehan Sr. Agnes Sf- Cafhefille Sunny disposition . . . illustrator Effervescent , . . air-stewzirdess . . D ffjyhat may 1 do? . . . Holy l1eafvens. ' Page Forty-eigh! l9-46 or Gladys Smith . Rosary Cathedral Marllyn R0ll6ll Happy-goflucky . . . nurse C 5 lem Ifnrg1of. Friend to all . . . serretary . . Call llIl'.u Patricia Schoen Uesu Gay spirit . . . nurse . . . I .vupjm.ve. Mary Spieker Gesu Impulsive . . . air-stewzlrdess . . . Really Mary Stalder 1946 Mary Colleen Stallkamp Rokary Cathedral jovial . . . social worker . . . This ,vlzouldrft lfappnz lo a dogfl lrcne Tolnali Sr. Stephen Serene . . . housewife . Yrs . . , yes, Arlene Wlelch Rosary Cathedral Chit . . . secretary . . . Naffl1. Mary Wersell Rosary Cathedral Zestful . . photographexk model . . . ll'z'l1, ulzafya k11ou. ' Page Tony-ni 0 1947-0 Top: Xlitltlle: liottom Page Fifty Nancy Meflough. Dolores Rinnnelin, sloyee lleQuillen, Xlary Lou. Schlageter, Colleen Myers, Mary XIeAvoy. Nlary Agnes llagrinn, Patricia Ryan. -loan Manion. Charlene Klorrissey. ,lean Ann Stein. Aleanne Roberts Rita Stapleton, Caroline Klyers, -loan Klariner, llareella Reno, Sylvia Moburg. llareia Pair. Ann Suclek, Alane Purcell, Therese Pullen, Elsie VVaxyrzynieC. Aloan Scott, -loanne Saaltielcl, Peggy Sehoen Xlargie Klayers. Nancy Notnagel, Betsey Lynch, Rlargaret XViley, Hannah P. Klooney, Klary Raymond, Alane Schmitt, Roinaine Sitter, Klary Alice Niese, llernadine Xlareinialc, Catherine Triponli. Patricia VVagner, Carol Vvasserman Top: ylo Ann Hughes, Klarie Therese Kirby, Nlargaret Brennan l,'lfllLll. lxll Corse, Xlargaret Collins, Carol Cready, Agnes Kranz, .laequeline D llll'0ld Helene liruen, Tina Klosquecla, Betty' Beer, Betty llinlenhlugh ut Lehnert. .lean liappus. Nancy Bauer Xlimltllez Klareia Hofmann, Rosalie Greenwoocl, Virginia lieil, Nlaiian Rael- Patrieia Deviney, Ann Kelly. Pauline Bond, Kathleen Heelei Nancy Huepenbeelcer, llargaret Hornyak. Prudence Cony, Xlny Downey -losephine Goulet, l.ou Ann Koerber, Klary Sharon Greene Bottom: Rosemary Austin, Dorothy Geiger, Patricia Baker, llaibair Callanan Nlarianne Gilstlorf, Blarney Hinde, ,lane Clifford, Helen Lupxnski Patricia Hoyle, Alcan Hadley, Xlary Ann l,avey, Dolores Def-Xngelo Nlalx Ruth Hartnett, Dorothy Koslcy Pa trans Q Abele Funeral Home Mr. and Nlrs. joseph Acker i H. C. Albring Co. llr. and Xlrs. Larry Algeo American Hank, Port Clinton, Ohio Atlas Bridal Shop Babcock Dairy-Safe Xlilk for Rabies llaltlufis Bakeries Xlr, antl Mrs. Fretl A. liargmann Hugh sl. Bartley Realty Co. Bayer Supply Co. Beauty Spot Dr. and Hrs. L. J. lieckler liellman's Fruit and Vegetable Dept. Xlr. and M rs. J. 1. lievington Mr. and Xlrs. Clarence Rilil Helen Blanchard M r. and Kits. VV. bl. Blanchartl Dr. and Xlrs, Hugh P. Blake Xlr. and Nlrs. YV. lf. Blank Blessed lfartin Shop Richard and james Bohn lluettner and lireska Printers Mr. and Klrs. F. il. Brunner C. R. Buntlt Co. Hrs. Klargaret Rush llutltlies Lunch System, Inc., lntlustrial Caterers liuckeye Paper Co. XI r. and Kits. Frank Buckley llr. and Xlrs. C. P. Calaway Casey-Sullivan Realty Co. Mr. and lllrs. Frank Cassidy Central Catholic High School Cherry Appliance Co. Chinese Village Restaurant lllr. and Nlrs. Clarence Christen The Fred Christen and Sons Co. Dr. L. I. Clark Frank Clegg XV. VV, Clegg Funeral Home Dr. and llrs. Frank C. Cliffortl Cincinnati Time Recorder Coca-Cola Bottling Co. Collingwood Radio Shop The Commerce Paper Co. Klr. and Kits. W. Conklin Comte Construction Co. Conoltl Truss Co. 0 llrs. -lames Connolly, Bliss Delia Sharkey Mr. and Klrs. Roy Al. Corcoran Frank Corns Insurance Agency Klr, and Klrs. Lemuel Ci. Consino YVilliam .l. Coyle Crilly Coal Co. Dr. antl Klrs. Thomas ll. Crinnlon George ll. Crosby Ur. Margaret Cross Ur. antl Nlrs. C. Czarnecki Hr. ancl Klrs. Ollie Czelusta Nlisses Klargaret Ann antl lllary llayica Nlr. anal Klrs. Harry Detzer, Sr. Mr. antl Mrs. lftlwartl Dibling Klr. antl Xlrs. Klartin Diethelm, Sr. Ur. antl Mrs. llartin XV. Diethelm, .I r. Dr. and Hrs. Rudolph A. Diethelm Nlichael V. lJiSalle Ur. and Nlrs. Leo P. Dolan Dolphin l'aint antl Varnisli Co. Hr. antl Hrs. Tetl llonoher Hrs. NV. F. Donovan Xlrs. R. l.. Uoyle Llya Uucla Klr. antl Xlrs. lf. llnrliat .lohn Xl. Durliat lJyer's Chop House lJamschrotler-Berry Co. Hr, anal Klrs. F. C. llaunlianei Sam C. Farley Co. Ur. Louis lfliller -lznnes F. Fgan XII: antl Xlrs. Howartl A. lfiben lfrie-Thomas Pie Co. The lftchen-l.utz Company llr. -loscph P. Fakeliany Dr. and Hrs. Frank -I. Farber lftlwartl KI. Feeley Box Company Klrs. George Fergusson Nlr. anal Klrs. illichael Fioritto Hr. antl Mrs. VVilliani A. Finn Xlr. antl Nlrs. james li. Flanigin Rt. Rev. Klichael Flanigan Florian-l,aux Company Mr. anal Nlrs. Robert I.. Floytl Foth antl Son Funeral Home Gallagher Cleaners Harvey l.. flarclner Nlortnary Page Fifty-three Dr. C. F, Gebhardt James J. Gerity, Sr. hlr. and hlrs. T. R. Gerken M r. and Nlrs. VV. C. Gifford Dr. J. E. Gorman Pic, Franz N. Gonttierc hir. and lXIrs. N. F. Gouttiere Gordon lblfg. Company Urban Gradel Coal Company Groff-Karnopp Inc. Walter A. Gronau lNIr. and Nlrs. D. D. Gross Dr. and lylrs. C. A. Grothj-an Hagemeister Shoe Company Theodore NI, Habib, President Toledo Junior Chamber of Commerce hlr. and lNIrs. Norman Hartman Mr. and lNIrs. R. G. Hatfield Healy Coal Company lf. Conrad Hebel Rev. J. F. Hebbeler L. and L. Hellmann hflr. and hlrs. lyl. A, Hellrung Hi-Carbon Fuel Company Linus R. Hillebrand Mr. and lVIrs. Leo. S. Hillebrand lblr. and Nlrs. A. T. Hinde Hines Printing Company llliss Beth Hoerter Mr. and Nlrs. V. F, Hofmann Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Hoppe Mr. and lVIrs. Joseph Hornyak M r. and lylrs. C. W. Houck H. NI. and R. Shoe Company Hubbard-Leslie Optical Company Lt. llary Frances Hunter Nlr. and lyirs. D. Hurlhut Huron Auto Wash Dr. and Mrs. J. D. Huss Chester J. ldczak, Ph. G. Ideal Laundry Ideal Restaurant and Cocktail Bar hir. and lylrs. Harry J. Jacob hir. and Mrs. YVilliam J. Jacob Hubert G. J-ansen-Sun Life Insurance Company A. H. Jamra-Home of Schrafftls Chocolates Johnson Coal Company Mr. and Nflrs. David Kaufman Nlr. and lkfrs. Patrick J. Kearney Nlr. and lVIrs. Joseph Keil Page Fifty-four Louis Keil Mrs. illary Keil Mr. and Mrs. D. H. Kelly hir. and Mrs. John P. Kelly Dr. and Mrs. Raymond C. King Kirschner-Wideman Insurance Co. hlr. and Nlrs. Peter Klippel M rs. Frank Krabach Nlrs. Amelia Krabach Kranz lnsurance Company Dr. Paul Kuebler Kuhlman Builders Supply Company Lagos Food Klarket Lanning Drug Store Robert E. Lawless Mrs. Francis Laudenbach Leader and Grand Dept. Store Nlr. and Nlrs. Thomas A. Lennon llr. and Klrs. Clem Less Liberty Highway Company Lillies Flowerlane Little Flower Parish Paul Loesser's Pharmacy Bliss Florence lVIcCaffrey lN'Ir. 'and lylrs. James hIcCarthy Dr. and lVIrs. P, McCarthy Dr. and Mrs. E. J. lN'IcCormick Dan H. lN'IcCullough V Dr. L. A. lIcDermott Mr. and lylrs. Norman H. lN'IcDonough Lt. Robert E. lVIcGuire, Lt, Gale R. Shiffler, Sqd. l, Civil Air Patrol M r. and lVIrs. Leo lVIcKeown lXIcKie Electric Company lVIr. and hflrs. John lX'IcKinstry lXIclN'Iamis-Troup Company Xlr. and Nirs. Francis lWcNerney H. lXIcNerney Nlac's llotor Clinic Mr. and M rs. Edward T. lyliaclden lfSgt. Charles hlahaffey, Sqd, l, Civil Air Patrol Dr. G. hi. Mariner Mr. and Nlrs. L. T. Marryott M r. and Mrs. Gus D. Markos lylr. and M1's. E. F. Martin Xlary hlanse College Nlary Manse Alumnae Association Mary lylanse Tea House M, ld. and S. Nfarket M. and R. Lunch System Klather Spring Company lllr. and hirs. J. Pi. hlathis Nlaumee hlalleable Casting Company M-aza Drugs Nl r. and Nlrs. Bernard Pl. llcdford Xlelrose Lane Day School lXIeng's llusic Store lllercy School of Nursing Klr. and llrs. Herman lyliller Louis F. Kliller lXlille1 s Food llarket llr. and Klrs. Alphonse llliller Nlrs. hlarion hlills Dorothy and Ruth Nloore Rev, Lawrence Nlossing Joseph A. Nlnenzer, lyl. D. James E. lllullen, Xl. D. hflr. and hirs. Ray A. hlurnen VVilliam lylurphy, James Nlnrphy, and Paul Schausten Rlr. and lllrs. H. P. hlurphy lllurphy-Roach Klortuary Arthur hiiurray Studios Nlr. and lllrs. Carl H, hlyers Blr. and lllrs. L. H. Notnagel National Aviation Airport Norton Hardware National Cleaners and Dyers Hrs. George Norcross, lYIrs. Catherinc Donahue John Naumann and Sons, lnc. Nagle Brothers lllrs. F. OlConnor Joseph E. O'Donnell and Co. Dr. D, O'Leary llrs. Anna Oast Oblate Fathers Ohio Clover Leaf Dairy Sam Okum Produce Company Dr. Robert J. Oswald Rev. James OyToo1e Our Lady of Perpetual Help School Page D-airy lXfIrs. Louise Page Rev. Paul Palka Klr. and llrs. David L. Pallinger Paramount Beauty Shop lfthelyn Nl. Patton Dr. L. E. Payne Dr. John R, 'Philips lvni. T. Phillipps and Co. Mrs. lllarcia Pilliod hlr. and Nlrs. VVilliam L. Powers lllr. -and Klrs. Joseph A. Quinn Rosary Cathedral School Xlrs. Blanche Raymond W, C. Reber Company John A. Reger Catholic Supply House A. Rensch and Company halts. Eugene Rest, Tyler, Texas Dr. F. G. Restivo Dr. R. A. Restivo Blr. and llrs. Waltel' R. Riopelle Klr. and llrs. lidward Rohen Klr. and lXIrs. R. B. Roller Romanoff Electric Company Nlr. and llrs. B. Romatowsik Dr. Edward Rooney Rupp and Bowman Company llr. and llrs. Harold T. Ryan St. Agnes School w St. Angela Nlerici Hall St. Charles School St. Francis deSales Parish St. Francis deS-ales School St. Hedwig School St. Rose School, Pcrryshurg, Ohio St. Teresa School St. Ursula Academy St. lfrsula Academy Bookroom St. Ursula Orchestra St. Ursula Alumnae St. Vincent School of Nursin John Savage Frank C. Schmidt I llr. and Klrs. Frank C. Schmidt Nlrs. HC1'IllHl1 Schlatter Theo. Schmitt Company, Walter E. Schmitt, Sec'y. C. A. Schoen Construction Company Schoen Asphalt Paving Company Schoen Brothers Pharmacies Schorling's hlr. and lltlrs. Frank Schramm Klr. and hlrs. C. J. Schultz Klr. and llrs. Edmund Schuster Klrs. Dorothy Senn Nlrs. Kladeline Sheehan Slager Aviation School-Nlunicipal Airport Nl rs. Arthur Smith . Dr. YV, L. Smith Xlrs. hlary Snyder Al Sohh Auto Service Blelvin Solomon Page Filly-five Spangler Company Speed-D-VVash llr. A. G. Spieker Spot Cleaners llary E. Stahl llrs. E. ll. Stalder 1112 and lNIrs. Raymond H. Stallkamp Roy C. Start Drug Co. R. O, Stevens Insurance Agency lXIr. and Nlrs. Harvey G. Straub Suder Florist Qlohn Sullivan Swan Creek Lumber Company lVarrant Officer R. E. Turritten. VVar- rant Officer Frank Casey, Sqd. l, Civil Air Patrol Mr. and Blrs. Tschirret, lllr. and llrs. Danny Thomas S. Tobakos Toledo Office Equipment -lohnny Thomas-hlarkets Business llenls Club Toledo Towel Supply Co. llr, and llrs. Arthur Thornton Truehatt Brothers Toledo Typesetting Company lllr. and lllrs. Emmett C. Tierney Toledo Gardeners Tivoli Klrs. lrene Tobak Unitcast Corporation Universal Studio Ursuline Nuns, Tiffin, Ohio Van Nest Supply Company Mr. and lylrs. Walter Varmuth Vonliwegen and Witgen Pharmacists VValt's Dog House A. C. Walter Funeral Home Mary A. Wtariiiiig Florist Paul G. Welles, D.D.S. VVellington Roemer Insurance Company Xlrs. Henry VVersell VVonder Bread Klrs. S, Earl Yates Nlr. and lllrs. Joseph Yeager Rufus Young R. H. Younker Coal Co. Nlr. and lNIrs. Victor lf. Zang Zahnle and Schramm lfortuary .1-ll. . S, 'AND THIS DAY . . .' CContinued from page 93 I have heen wrong-wrong, They are not stupid. lt is l. l who have shown stupidity. liut whyw-why is this? Can it be that all l have been taught is wrong? That old nurse, what was it she used to tell me? About mercy'- The quality of mercy is not strained it-it dropped as the gentle rain from heayeny'-yes, that was it. lint now. l must escape-How? How ? He turned and addressed the slowly moving mass approaching him. gaining on him. Stop, have-have mercy! At this a short laugh was heard and one of the men raised a pistol. The young man stepped forward, and held up his arm. '4VVait, he is right. YVe must show mercy. VVe are a just people. Hear himf' Again the short, barking laugh was heard and a swarthy man with beetling eyebrows stepped forward. XVhy.y' he queried, should we show him mercy? Has he ever shown us mercy? lih men. what do'you say- mercy or justice! A low murmur began and rolled Page Fifty-six L. . . over the young man and the General. The young man looked at the General and quickly looked away, as it ashamed to see a manls naked soul looking out of such fear-tortured eyes. Again the short man spoke, Arc ye with me? ls it justice? The silvery glint of the pistol was seen as he waved aloft. The crowd rumbled and the rumble grew to a roar-'hlusticell' Remember Kurt! cried one, UNO, shouted the young man. Hut-too late. The pistol barked as he sprang forward and caught the Gen- eral in his arms. The General coughed and spoke with an effort. g Ult is just. They are-in the right. lt's justice. I-have been-wrong. Oh-God-be merciful-sinner. He coughed once again and his eyes rolled heavenward His head lolled on the young maqnls arm and he slept. The young man looked down with pity-stricken eyes and murmured: And this day, thou shalt be with me in Paradise. i 1 4