Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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

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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

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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