St Elizabeth High School - Elizabethan Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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ELIZABETHAN NINETEEN-THIRTY Fabiola Crreat is the City Eternal. The blood of the saints and martyrs, Shed in the clays of her glory, still leaves a stain on her honor- Leaves a stain through the years, of blood shed in causes heroic, Shed by Pagan Rome, with power in hand like a plaything, Deep in the hidden caverns, the true Church flourished and grew, Called to her people oppressed, called them to worship in secret. ln a Patrician home at the foot of the Quirinal hillside, Set amid garden of splendor, dwelt a Patrician maiden, Fabiola, famed for her beauty. Scornful and cold she appeared, and weary already of pleasure, Longing though still in the darkness, for the light of the truth which she knew not. One there dwelt in her household, Syra the faithful slave-girl, Who, though forsaken by fortune clung to the faith of her mother, And together with Agnes, the cousin, prayed for Fabiola's conversion, Prayed that Our Lord and His Mother might give her the grace of the faithful. The worldly possessions of Agnes were given at her death to Fabiola, Fulvius, the brother of Syra, maddened by greed of the money sought out this noble lady. When she refused his demand, he drew out his dagger to stab her, But Syra rushed in between them and received the blow of the dagger. Grateful, Fabiola attended the wounds of the faithful Syra. Teacher and pupil were they, Fabiola eagerly learning All that the other could teach her of the doctrines and truths of the Faith, At last came the time of her baptism and she entered the fold of the faithful. Rome-O thou city eternal! Where now is thy pomp and thy glory? Only one honor remaineth, thou art the citadel chosen, To uphold to the world the true faith, Out of the pagan shadow the church now emerges triumphant. Her glory is thy glory, O Rome. Thora Beaubien '32. .-2Qi

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ELIZABETHAN NINETEEN-THIRTY devoted to each other and to their two sons, Borys and john. The critical period just before the World War found them in Conrad's native land. After many mishaps and weeks of misery unofficially interned in the enemy country, they finally reached Italy and thence sailed to England. Some of his books were at times slow of reception in literary circles, but to this he was utterly indifferent, and would continue with another volume. And yet his wife says, he seemed oddly jealous if one book had a better reception by the public than another. He died suddenly in August, l924, sincerely mourned by his own circle and by many noted men of letters, his contemporaries, john Galsworthy, Cunning- hame Graham, Richard Curle, and others. As a writer he worked hard at his profession. ln spite of personal impulse and inconsistencies, he loved his family and friends deeply, he seems to have had a fine understanding of England and her people and manners. The Rescue , Lord jim , Typhoon , and Tales of Unrest are a few of the most popular of his many books written over a period of thirty years. Lois Le Doux '30, '4 The Optimistic Freshman The Sophs disturbed his peace from morn till night, Ah, sad indeed was this poor Freshman's plight: They plotted in deep conference for his fall And sold him tickets to the study hall, They made him wear a hat of brightest green, And for half a term he might be seen Sauntering all unknowingly to class A note pinned to his coat Keep off the Grass . Did he despair and on this brood? Not he, but rising struck an attitude Which nobly said, Though thorny be my way, A noble Senior, l shall be some day . Arthur Fisher, '32. -23-

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ELIZABETHAN NINETEEN-THIRTY An EngIIsI1man's Observation on the Works of Congress I HAD THOUGHT the Hon. Edward Powell-Blythe to be lion shooting in the interior of Africa, and therefore when I encountered him in the Senatorial gallery at Washington, D. C., I was agreeably surprised. He seemed a bit dismayed because I had found him. In fact he rather gave me the impression of a small boy who had been discovered in a motion picture theatre when he ought to have been, by rights, in school. So you come here occasionally, too, do you? I asked. What do you make of it all? Congress? Frightful mess. Powerful expression, Blythe, I said mildly. Hardly as strong, old chap, as l'd like to make it, was the astonishing reply of this equally astonishing Briton. Humph, said I, not so mildly. You seem to know an awful lot about it. I suppose you're pretty well qualified to write on the subject. Oh, I wouldn't say that, said the Honorable Edward, but I could write something. I will-if you like. Forthwith: I can't seem to grasp the workings of your American Congress. Perhaps, though, the fault doesn't rest entirely with this august body. Perhaps my own stupidity and thick-headedness is to blame, though I doubt it. I am not given to boasting-subtle boast--but in fairness to myself, I must say that while at Eton, and later at Oxford, I received higher marks in my subjects than did any of my mates in theirs. At-, too, while with the R. F. C. studying aerodynamics, a course which, any of your own wartime flyers will tell you, is not exactly, so to speak, a cinch, I was especially brilliant. So, you see, therefore, I imagine I possess, at least, an elementary intelligence. But to continue: To me it seems that the American Congress is patterned after the British Parliament, inasmuch as each has an upper and a lower house. Your worthy Speaker of the House, However, denies that this is so. He claims that the House of Representatives is entirely on a level with the Senate. I won't question the truth of his statement. He must know what he is talking about or he would not occupy the position which he does. I often go to the Congressional galleries. There is no admission, here, one can learn much or nothing, it is a novel form of recreation and a splendid waste of time. But I made the statement that Congress often seems a fright- ful mess , and I must back it up. American patriots don't like to hear their Legislature referred to in such a manner, but, if they have studied their civics, they must admit that the assertion may be true. Why do I think it is a frightful mess ? Oh, for a number of reasons. There seems to be a great deal of mock courtesy, much sarcasmg the ability of Con- -30-