St Josephs Academy - La Lumiere Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

Text from Pages 1 - 24 of the 1900 volume:

ilcademy Chimes. Lditcd by Pupils of Si. Joseph’s Academy. PrescoH. Arizona. SAINT JOSEPH. BAREST patron ! every blessing, Unto us thy love (loth send, And we now, our trust confessing, Call thee counsellor and friend. In the years that pass so fleetly, All the joys of youth are ours, For thy guiding hand so sweetly Leads us through such pleasant bowers. F.very day on us bestowing Love and tender care anew ; Always for our weakness showing Strength and patience, firm and true. Thou wert the one who e’er protected The Holy Child from every harm, And when Herod fain would slay Him, Watched day and night with deep alarm. Thus to thee our gifts now bringing, Though our voices are but weak, Listen ! for thy praise is ringing, In the grateful words we speak. Accept our prayer, most faithful father, Lay it at our Jesus’ feet, Tell Him that our love grows stronger, When thy joyous feast we greet. Loretta Ford, ’oo. THE BETTER PART. IT was the first of May, a gala day for the pupils of St. Joseph’s Academy at N-----. The beautiful convent itself, with its broad piazzas, was embowered in honeysuckles, whose long garlands swayed gently in the breeze. There had been a solemn re- ception that morning into the Sodality of Mary, and the ceremonies of the day closed with a procession around the convent grounds. It was a pleasing picture ; the pupils, dressed in the fleeciest white robes, with sashes of heaven's own blue ; the pretty banners with floating ribbons fluttering over the white-veiled maidens, while the dark robes and veils of the nuns in the rear gave a somber background to the picturesque scene. The procession over, the Laudate concluded, and the pupils were soon enjoying a half hour’s recreation before retiring. Agnes St. Clair and Jeanette Martin were classmates and warmest friends. Agnes was a beautiful girl, with large, lustrous blue eyes, golden hair, and a “ peach and cream” complexion. When she smiled her whole face was radiant and there was a charm in the manner and in her soft, clear voice, 2 ACADEMY CHIMES. that at once inspired confidence. Hers was a retiring and amiable disposition ; every one loved her, for she was never known to offend wilfully, and her natural sweetness made her many friends. Jeanette was a frolicsome little crea- ture, full of life and sport, with a temper as sparkling as her pretty brown eyes ; the plague, yet the darling of all the religieuse ; bright, even gifted, neglect- ing her task until the last moment and then almost invariably surpassing her classmates. She hated to be still an instant and was always “ in hot water,” yet with all her imperfections there was about her a warm-hearted frankness that made her irresistible. Her mother died when she was an infant and when her father could make up his mind to part from the lovable child he took her to the good Sisters at N-----, saying to the nun who received them : “ Sister, try to make her a good woman. She has a sweet, affectionate disposition, but is so wilful and hates study or any serious employment. She seems to look upon all that as unneces- sary and imagines she has been created just to have a ‘good time.’ I could never teach her anything because she would not listen to me. Now I shall be at peace, knowing that she is safe with you under the convent roof, and what- ever you do with her I know will be right.” After all the liberty little Jeanette had been allowed in her own home it is no wonder that she found the stringent rules of convent life very irksome, and her tender little heart would burst forth in plaintive sobs. She often gave vent to some such saying as : “ This is the funniest old place I ever saw. You always have to do just what you don’t want to.” Jeanette had now been at the acade- my four years and had become warmly attached to her new home and to the good Sisters. In spite of her exuberant spirits there was in the heart of that little child a germ of piety which soon expanded in the genial atmosphere of the convent. She had inherited great talent for music and a beautiful voice from her mother and, as she loved her father more than any one else in the world, she tried to cultivate these gifts with a view of pleasing him. The older pupils in the academy were allowed to go to the music room after recreation for the purpose of practicing, so thither Jeanette Martin and her con- fidante, Agnes St. Clair, directed their steps just as the great clock chimed the hour of seven. This evening Jeanette was unusually serious and Agnes was not slow in ob- serving that traces of tears were yet visible. “ Now, Jeanette, you must tell me why you are so ‘ blue,’ so unlike my Bonnie Jean of other days,” said the gentle girl, as she tenderly caressed her friend. “ Aggie, dear, I am going to tell you something that I have never told any- one, and it seems strange but I must tell you.” Agnes cast an inquiring glance at her friend, pressed her hand and drew the little curly head closer to her. “This morning, Agnes, when Father placed the blue ribbon over my head and I pronounced the Act of Consecra- tion that made me a Child of Mary, a great desire sprang up in my heart to give my life to God completely—you know what I mean—to be a Sister. And you know, dear, you have always told me I am so impulsive, I wrote at once to papa, asking that instead of returning home after I graduate, he would permit me to enter the Novi- tiate.” “ What, Jean, you !” “Yes; I do not wonder at your sur- prise, dear, and I feel my unworthi- ness.” “ But your father, Jean, and Jack !” The girl raised her head and looked at her companion, while a flush of hap- piness mounted to her brow. “ Dear papa cannot know what a change has been wrought in his ‘ little nuisance,’ as he was wont to call me. Agnes, I have never known a mother’s CLASS IN PHYSICAL CULTURE. 4 ACADEMY CHIMES. care save such as I have found within these sheltering walls, and now I seem to hear the voice of One calling me apart. The sacrifice of leaving my father and all that the world holds dear is painful, indeed, yet the claims of the Almighty are above all human ties and I feel that I must relinquish the former to the latter; but were it not hard where would be the merit ? Sister has often told us that what costs nothing is worth nothing.” “ Now, dear,” returned her confidante, “ your father will, most probably and very properly, refuse his consent for the present. Indeed, to say the truth, it was rather a selfish request; your dear one has been for so long a time looking forward to the day that would bring you to him to brighten his home and make it attractive for Jack. Poor Jack ! He always said he hoped Jean would fall in love with some clever fellow that would be a good brother-in-law to him. You were certainly too hasty, dear, and should have broached the subject more prudently. Write at once to your father and cheerfully express your will- ingness to acquiesce in his wishes. Don't pain him, dear, by even alluding to the anticipated separation. If God really calls you He will give the graces needed to accomplish His will. Do you remember those lines we thought so beautiful in Faber’s poem, ‘The World,’ ‘ The more that yesterday hath loved, The more to-day can sacrifice.’ There’s the bell for night prayers ! Cheer up, dearie ; I want to see you smile and be my Bonnie Jean again be- fore I leave you.” The two girls passed out from the music room, through the long corridors to the chapel. Jeanette prayed more fervently than ever before and extraor- dinary grace and light flowed into her soul. Heaven heard her prayers and God spoke to her heart and drew her to Him with cords of love. The sweetness of a life of sacrifice, the joy of conquest over a world of sin, the nothingness of time, the bliss of eternity, seemed open- ing before her gaze. Commencement Day at St Joseph’s— the day of days in a schoolgirl’s life ! The day of anticipation and realization. Anticipated delight at the prospect of being soon with the dear ones at home, yet the day of parting has its somber side. It is the dividing line between the past and future. Jeanette leaves her convent home loaded with honors and passes out from girlhood’s golden gate of dreams. Mr. Martin and Jack, who recently won his laurels, too, were prominent amongst the immense throng that at- tended the closing exercises. The Right Rev. Bishop presided and con- ferred the honors, and at the close de- livered one of his masterly discourses. The stage was tastefully decorated with national colors, flowers and ferns. The class motto, “ Religion and Science,” was displayed in great gold letters on a blue back ground. The graduates dwelt with affecting pathos on the happy days of school life which had now, for them, drifted into the past. “Ah ! those joyous days are gone ! I little dreamed till they had flown How fleeting were the hours.” Jeanette’s father was fairly taken by surprise when his “ little nuisance” came forward to deliver the valedictory. In his eyes she was always a pretty creature, but now a vision of beauty stood before him. Her dark eyes flashed with light, her complexion was dazzling, her figure elegant and the bright intelligence that pervaded all made her really charming. His fondest hopes and most ardent yearnings had found sweet and full realization. On the following day Jeanette, with her father and brother, boarded the train for home. The house which had been closed so long was now thrown open to the warm summer sunshine and air. Great prep- arations were made for a glad greeting to the long absent. The spacious rooms were elegantly furnished; couches and chairs of rosewood and finely- wrought brass ; rich draperies of orient- al silk fell from the archways, while the golden sunbeams danced over the ACADEMY CHIMES. 5 richly-carpeted floors. In everything there was harmony of color and beauty of design. Jeanette’s boudoir was a very bower of loveliness, as her devoted father looked upon her as a precious jewel that should have the most ex- quisite setting. She was not insensible to all these attentions, and loved her indulgent parent with a new and grow- ing love when she saw how eager he was to contribute to her happiness. The next day brought gay young companions who were at once charmed with the beautiful face and artless man- ners of the convent girl, and ’ere long the young debutante was fairly launched into the sea of fashionable society. Time’s soft and silent footsteps passed on. True to the teachings of her loved Alma Mater, Jeanette had made the world a better place for having lived in it. It was she who welcomed her father to the breakfast-table each morning ; her hands warmed his slippers in winter and made his office bright with flowers in summer. Her voice led in the even- ing prayers, to which her father and brother devoutly responded. One evening, about a year after Jean- ette’s coming home, a cheerful fire was burning in the crimson-curtained library at the Martin mansion. The snow had fallen since dawn and now lay in glit- tering heaps beneath the dancing moon- light. Jeanette, arrayed in glistening white, looking faultless as any creation of genius, was standing beside her father’s great arm-chair, smoothing his silver locks and now and then pressing a kiss on his forehead with her wonted affec- tion. “And has this really been the happi- est winter of your life, dear papa ?” “ Yes : I shall always call it my ‘ sunny winter,’ Bonnie Jean. But what were you thinking of just then when you wore that bright smile ?” Papa, to-night Jack returns from his bridal tour, bringing you a gentle, fair- haired daughter to grace your home and be your comfort. Dear papa, you know my request a year ago ; we have never since spoken of it. My love for you is strong, else I could not have taken part in all these gayeties but to evince my gratitude. I long for the solitude of that dear old home wherein my heart lies buried and where my Heavenly Spouse awaits me. “Jeanette, my sunbeam ! No earthly spouse is worthy of you. My child, go, and may God bless you !” Kneeling, the girl breathed an act of thanksgiving. Heaven had granted her long-offered prayer. The merry jingle of sleigh-bells and joyous peals of laughter ring out upon the frosty air, and Mr. Martin and Jeanette spring to the door to bid a glad welcome to Mr. John Martin, Jr., and his fair young bride, Agnes St. Clair. =K Two years have passed. The convent chapel is like a vision of heaven. The lights are kindled, the fragrant clouds of incense rise, the soft, sweet voices of the nuns and the deep tones of the or- gan are blended in exquisite harmony. “All speaks of a joy too pure for earth, Of a joy that claims a heavenly birth.” At the altar railing kneels a girlish form whom we recognize as Jeanette Martin. Within the chancel sits the venerable bishop. The sacred vows are pronounced and Sister Marie Celeste rises from the predieu, a calm in her fea- tures and a spiritual look in her eyes that gives an inexpressible sweetness to her countenance. Earth’s fleeting charms are hers no more ; she has cast under foot all the glories of this passing life and is now dead to the world that so recently smiled upon her. The glo- rious Te Deum peals forth and “ Heaven has from this calm retreat Received a sacrifice complete.” Sister Marie Celeste passes her days in the enjoyment of that blissful peace which the world cannot give, and which is the part of the hundred fold promised 6 ACADEMY CHIMES. f- to those who forsake all for Christ. She exercises her rare abilities in the noble work of education—happy privilege ! wherein her life resembles that of our Lord, the gentle Teacher of Israel who wrent about doing, good. Her true and loving character and cheerful generosity of soul is manifested in a life of devotedness to the little ones” who are the special objects of her love and solicitude, for our Lord has said “of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.” Adele Hubbell, '00. THE TWO VEILS. XO ! my Guardian Angel Brought two veils to me ; One was bright and dazzling, ’Broidered gorgeously. Thick and dark the other, Strange the contrast seemed, Yet upon the dark veil Bright the sun’s rays beamed. Then my Guardian Angel Spoke in accents mild : “ Both of these are holy, See them now, dear child ! This one, bright and dazzling, To an earthly bride is given ; This unto the lowly, Chastened spouse of Heaven.’’ Then I fell in reverie, Low I bent my head, And unto our Savior, Tremblingly I said : “ Lord, Thou alone knowest What is best for me, When Thy loved Voice biddeth I will come to Thee. But oh, if Thou wouldst have me To be more closely Thine, Then Jesus, dearest Jesus, Be the dark veil mine !” THM few weeks after our return to school, early in the month of I September, the telegraphic wires J I conveyed to our pine clad and quiet mountain home the sad news of the death of our beloved and distinguished friend, the Rev. Eugene O’Growney. No little regret was ex- pressed by the pupils of St. Joseph’s for most of us remember the mild gentleman whose kind countenance we loved to watch in his daily strolls about the convent grounds during his months of residence amongst us. So distin- guished a character and so brilliant a man cannot be passed over lightly, or dealt with sparingly, and, though the daily papers have bestowed unmeasured praise on his literary productions, all of which exhibit warmth of soul and earn- estness of purpose, the writer with an appreciation of his merits and a realiz- ing sense of what is due to his memory, with on equal consciousness of her own inability to do justice to the subject, asks the indulgence of those who may ACADEMY CHIMES. 7 chance to read this imperfect tribute of love and gratitude to our highly gifted and lamented friend and father. Rev. Eugene O’Growney was born in Ireland in 1862, and early in life de- voted himself to acquiring the neces- sary education to fit him for entering upon the still higher and more extended duties required for the exalted vocation to which he aspired. After his ordina- tion he became deeply interested in the movement for the preservation and the extention of the Irish language. He devoted his life to a careful study of it and his efforts were crowned with the laurel wreath of fame, and distinction that entitles him to recognition as “one of the best masters of the Irish lang- uage.” His scholarly abilities were brought more prominently to the front after having succeeded the late John Fleming as editor of the Gaelic Journal His distinguished and remarkable work as professor of Irish at Maynooth Col- lege is a matter well worthy of record in history and his efforts at Maynooth are certainly entitled to more than a passing notice, since the task he started has outlived him. He always spoke most enthusiastically of any movement toward the advancement of the Gaelic race. His last literary work on record was the metrical translation of Amer- ica’s national air, “The Star Spangled Banner,” into Irish During his sojourn in Arizona he made many friends who mourn his loss and admire his virtues. His patience, while laboring under the grim monster Consumption, and his resignation to the inevitable, proved him to be not unlike Him who endured the thrust of spears and the crown of thorns. He was a friend to all and a consolation to those in bereavement, and a generous minis- ter to those in distress. His gentle manners, his words of kindness, and benevolence, his fatherly advice and wise counsel joined to his Christ-like meekness and devotion, will linger in the tender memories of those who knew him long after his unfinished work shall have been completed, moulded and fallen to decay. The merit of his life work is now the measure of his reward as he had in view only God’s honor and glory and the good of his fellow-men. Though he had been ailing for years yet his wonderful energy of mind and constant cheerfulness made it appear to many that the Angel of Death would yet delay some time before delivering the final message. He did not fear the end. Why should he ? Death has no terror for the truly Christian soul. It is not the end but the beginning of life. He saw beyond the grave the glorious sunshine of God’s presence. The final moment at last came and, and as the setting sun on a calm September eve sinks beneath the horizon, gilding the heavens with its mild yet glorious splendor, so did the soul of Father O’Growney pass to his God, leaving behind him the bright light of genius and virtues. How much could be said and said truly, were my pen and lips eloquent enough to proclaim his praise ! Love for God’s poor was a marked trait in his character. His generous nature and warm heart were ever moved by kind impulses and influenced by chari- table feelings as became his priestly calling. He was esteemed during life by numerous persons of all classes and denominations for his sympathies were as broad as humanity. May his soul rest in peace ! His remains lie in the cemetery in the “City of Angels” and though it is not given us to strew flowers on his grave yet we can give him love’s purest and best offering — a fervent de profundis for the happy repose of his soul. Priest of God, sweetly sleeping, May thy sainted spirit rise Up above, and in God’s keeping, Dwell e’ermore in Paradise. Anna Burke, ’02. 8 ACADEMY CHIMES. “OLD GLORY.” Each nation’s flag appears to be the most beautiful in the eyes of its people, so to every true American _ the “Stars and Stripes ” take pre- cedence of all other emblems of national existence. The flag that to-day waves o’er the “ Land of the Free,” is made from light material, capable of being extended by the wind, and serves as an assertion of national rights. An insult to a flag is an insult to the nation represented by it. The noble woman who made the first flag under General Washington’s in- structions, when told by friends and neighbors that the Tories might take her life if she persevered in her work, showed as much bravery and patriotism as did Washington or any of our heroes, by completing her task without shirk or fear. Originally our flag had thirteen stripes and as many stars and the plan was to add a new stripe for every State ad- mitted into the Union. This plan was found inconvenient as it would make the flag too large or the stripes too nar- row, so it was decided that a star, in- stead of a stripe, be added upon the introduction of each new state into the Union. In tracing its origin we find that to- wards the end of the year 1775, Dr. Franklin and two other gentlemen were appointed to consider the subject of a national flag. The result was one of thirteen stripes, alternate red and white, together with the King’s colors or Union Jack. When independence was deter- mined upon, this representation of the sovereignty of England was dropped. The stars were a natural symbol of the states. The first flag was made in June, 1776, when a committee of Congress, accom- panied by General Washington, called on Mrs. John Ross of Philadelphia, and engaged her to make amodel flag from a rough drawing. This was modified by Washington in pencil, he substituting for the six-pointed star one of five points. This was the first flag ever used on land or sea and, on June 14, 1777, Congress adopted the basis of the existing national flag. Old Glory has furnished a theme for many modern poets and composers. “The Star Spangled Banner” and “The Flag of the Free” are the most familiar. Our late esteemed friend, Rev. E. O’Growney, has awakened popular interest in his translation into the Celtic of Francis Scott Key’s cele- brated poem. The old flag of Freedom! It is the gift of the free. It droops o’er the grave of the hero, whether the mound above him be wreathed in laurels or shrouded in snow. It teaches us that worth alone is royal; that fame and honor open only to the faithful and the brave. Its red should remind us of the blood shed by our nation’s heroes, that we might live in the land of the free. It is an emblem of peace and speaks of defiance to our foes while it tells of valor and courage. The spotless white of the beautiful stars means peace, purity, and inno- cence. Its blue is for truth eternal and is also an emblem of faith. It should keep us true and loyal to our country’s honor. Its stars should enlighten the world and prove to every one that our people can be trusted with the boon of liberty. Its stripes mean justice sure to fall on all offending foes. Children should be taught to love their flag. This is done effectively by telling them its origin and victorious ACADEMY CHIMES. 9 record in days of peace and of cruel war, and also by keeping a flag on every school-house. We can never show too ranch defer- ence for the flag of our country, that has ever been the symbol of liberty and justice. The New York Times gives an interesting incident of how this truth was impressed on a number of boys. When the American flag is flying in the play-grounds of a certain private school for boys, one notices that all the lads who approach it take off their hats. This pretty custom, which sends a thrill of patriotism through passers-by, grew out of the following incident: During a general frolic one day a young and heedless student threw a stone through the waving Stars and Stripes. His companions started an outburst of approving laughter, which was suddenly hushed by the grave aspect of the approaching principal. Pointing toward the ugly rent he asked in an awe stricken voice: “Who has dishonored his country ?’’ The culpit hung his head. “ I am willing to pay for the damage.” he be- gan hurriedly, w'hen he was interrupted with— “ What price could pay an insult to an American flag?” “It’s just an old piece of bunting,” the boy insisted. The stern gravity of the principal’s face increased. “ An old piece of bunting when it is of red, of white, and of blue, star- spangled,” he said reverently, “becomes the spirit of American institutions. To insult that ‘old bunting’ is to insult your country. When there is no love of country, there is not a good citizen.” As the principal spoke he moved nearer the flag-staff. “Hats off!” he ordered. At once every head was un- covered. “ And now on your honor as good American citizens, let no one of this company ever again approach that banner except in love and reverence.” With it in beauty no flag can compare, All nations honor our banner so fair; If to insult it a traitor should dare Crushed to the earth let him be. Louise McKinney, ’02. THE BEAUTIES OE NATURE. “ The works of God are fair for naught, Unless our eyes, in seeing, See hidden in the thing the thought That animates its being.” nature means “Created by God.” All nature is beautiful in the eyes of the pure, though noth- ing so perfect in form as the human body—this “ Temple of God,” which is the dwelling place of the soul. Its elegance of outline, deli- cacy of mold, and beauty of color dis- tinguish it from all other objects in nature, and also this peculiarity, that man’s reason is placed above his pas- sions to be the director of his will. Nature is to be studied with the eyes of the heart as well as with the micro- scope, and ever so scanty a knowdedge of its laws helps us to feel that the realms of nature are very near to the human heart and its sympathies, and that the truth of nature is a part of the truth of God. How the heart of man blesses flowers. They are wreathed ’round the cradle, the nuptial altar and the tomb. Witness the love of nature expressed by Words- IO ACADEMY CHIMES. worth in his “ Ode on Immortality,” when he writes : “ To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that often lie too deep for tears.” When the everlasting gates of morn- ing are thrown open and the glorious lord of the day begins his state, the morning glory is the first of the flowers to greet him ; then others come to bask in his smile and remain until the day is far spent. Now the four o’clock opens and remains to receive his good-night caress. Before the return of spring come nature’s darlings, the birds. We wel- come the song-sparrow and our hearts glow with renewed life as he sings to us from snow-powdered trees, for he has many familiar songs in his repertoire. The buds begin to swell and that tells us that it is nearly spring. The birds sing in ecstasy. The trees again put on their robe of green, and the lord of day looks on approvingly, with ever increasing warmth in his smile. The dainty flowers peep up timidly to catch a glimpse of him and grow lovelier in doing so. On summer evenings we love to watch the broad crescent moon drop slowly down into the west, pouring its wierd light upon the sleeping world. How beautiful is autumn ! The time when all the promises of spring are ful- filled ! Apples are growing upon the orchard boughs ; the monarclis of the forest stand arrayed in robes of richer dyes than the fairest hues of the orient. Birds of passage have sought their southern homes; all except the robins, who remain, and even they are strange- ly silent. How tranquil are the days ! Nature’s work is completed and she stands calmly beholding the autumn land ’ere winter, the magician, shall turn her gorgeous landscapes into scenes of glistening white. What si- lence ! The cold has changed even the waves of sound and the new-fallen snow muffles the echoes. How it sparkles in the moonlight like so many diamonds. Nature slumbers under her jeweled mantle while we are celebrating the most blessed of all the feasts—the birthday of our Maker and hers. The new year, which brings us such serious thoughts, we know will bring us the springtime, and neither birds now flow- ers will fail us. The winter books of nature hold as many bright, fascinating and wonderful stories as do the spring and autumn volumes. Let us dwell for a moment on the pleasures created especially to please each of the five senses. First—The grand scenery to delight the eye, the beauties of summer, the dazzling glories of winter. Second—All the musical sounds to charm the ear; the ripple of the brook, the note of the nightingale. Third—The fragrance of God’s flower- garden. What would the rose be with- out her fragrance ? No better than the rose on “ my lady’s hat.” And the sweet violets would lose half their love- liness by losing their delicate odor. Fourth—Touch. How thrilling to lay one’s head upon the mossy bank and listen to the stories the tiny rill tells as it makes its journey to the mighty ocean. Lastly—Taste. There are so many things pleasing to this sense, and the tastes of people so vary, that in view of such facts it is natural to fall back on the trite proverb, de gustibus non disputandum, used by rhetoricians in contemplating taste in its metaphori- cal application. Let us be exquisitely alive to the beauties of nature and whilst enjoying them remember that they are but shad- ows of the glories and joys prepared for us above, for God has said, “ Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man what things God hath prepared for them that love him.” Thus we shall learn to look through nature up to Nature’s God. Nettie Hawkins, ’oi. ACADEMY CHIMES. 15 basement, where I came in contact with many clumsy tools, of which the hammer was my greatest enemy. My new owner, too, persisted in “ sitting on me,” an abuse that any one will resent, whether we use the expression in a literal or a figurative sense. The next evening quite a number of his friends assembled in the basement at one of their club meetings, which, as I soon found out, was a newly organized body. I felt rather distinguished, as my owner was president of the club. Soon they took up a collection and I heard him exclaim : “ Well, boys, I lack one cent to make the amount due.” Then a bright idea struck him. He remembered the cent he had put on his work-table. He took the lamp and with his companions searched for me. I was readily found, but as they looked me over, they were rather dubious as to whether I’d do, but finally they agreed that I could be put in the collection box on the condition that he (my owner) would give a substitute for me at the next meeting. I was placed in a bag made of chamois skin, which the treasurer kept under his mattress. Here I remained for about two months, when one day they decided that they would have the pennies changed for silver; thereupon we were all taken to the drug-store, and the ever-accommodating clerk, in exchange, gave them two silver dollars. The soda-water clerk then took me out of the drawer and gave me to “ a sweet girl graduate.” I may be pardoned for judging, but I quickly concluded that the young lady in ques- tion was not the clerk’s sister, though it is quite likely that she has since told the poor boy, in soothing terms, that she would be a “sister” to him, when he tried in vain to picture his life without her, and each time produced only a blank. Trials enter into mortals’ lives as well as into metals’, and mine had only commenced. The dear girl gave me and four other pennies to a street car conductor, who handled me rather roughly and looked me over before taking me. I was very soon given to a washer-woman on the car who was taking home a weekly washing, and now I began to realize that the world was a hard place to live in. While in this poor, humble dwelling I learned many lessons of sacrifice and resignation. I was next given to a peddler, who placed me in a dirty leathern bag, but he got rid of me pretty soon at the house across the way, where the servant girl was a little uncertain as to my worth. That night I was taken to the post-office, and the girl purchased some stamps with my companions and my- self. There I was placed writh a pile of pennies, but being on top was soon given to a shop-girl and went as far as the elevated railroad station with her, where she paid one-fifth of her car fare with me. The conductor accidentally dropped me on the floor in the super- intendent’s office and I stayed under the desk for weeks, till one day I was rescued by the office boy and put into his pocket, which was full of tobacco, etc.—anything but a pleasant abode. He did not seem anxious to part from me. I was put into his “Sunday suit ” pocket, and dropped in the collection box at church. After the services I was transferred to the pocket of the worthy clergyman. I was happy here, and sel- dom disturbed, felt quite at home. Hav- ing remained about three weeks, I thought I had at last ended my wander- ings. One day his house-keeper came into tell the good Padre that one of his very poor dependants was at the door asking for money. My heart was in my mouth for fear I should at last be disposed of in charity. My suspense was soon at an end when, much to my chagrin, the good pastor poured the contents of his pocket into the woman’s hand and, of course, I went with the rest. She expressed her gratitude and went on her way rejoicing. She took us through a crowded street and into one of the shabbiest houses, up the rickety stairs to the fifth floor of a tenement house, where she turned to the right and opened a door. Inside all was cheer- less—the room absolutely destitute of furniture, with the exception of a bed i5 ACADEMY CHIMES. in one corner, a starch-box on which was placed a candle-stick and a few cracked dishes, and one chair without a back. The word “ poverty ” was written everywhere. On the bed, which was spread with clean but poor covering, lay a child about two years old. The poor little thing was pale and wan and looked as though his life was ebbing fast. My heart went out in sympathy to the young mother, for she appeared as though she had once been accustomed to different surroundings. She tenderly lifted the babe and kissed and soothed him as well as she could, speaking to him in baby language. Very soon a man came in and I jumped at the con- clusion that he was the child’s father. I will pass over those sad weeks of the child’s illness. The Angel of Death hovered over the desolate home, but the little life was spared and one day, when he was convalescent, his mother gave me to him. He took great delight in me. I was his constant companion and only plaything. I grew to love him, and, indeed, I love him yet, though I have marks on me made by that young rascal’s teeth. After a time, his mother noticing his fondness for me, told her husband of it and he bored a hole through me and drew a string through it, and I hung suspended from that urchin’s neck for months. Many a time my life was in jeopardy as the horrid boy dangled me over the porch railing, yet I esteemed myself happy in being the only treasure he possessed and was content to remain in that com- fortless home for ever—if needs be. One sunny afternoon the little fellow dropped me out of the window into the street and I was carried away with the rubbish. A Chinaman passing by, with a bundle of clothes on his head, spied me. Ching Lee put down his load and looked cautiously around, but there was no one in sight. Assured that the coast was clear, he uttered a cry of joy, sprang forward and picked me up. “ Me fin’ him out! ” he exclaimed exultingly. “ No likee oder Chineeman know. Heap good place. Heap plenty money in dirt pile. Me know vely fine place fin’ money. Takee him glocely store. Me come back to-molla, Fliday, Satu’day.” So saying he set out for the “ glocely store ” to dispose of me for some opium or some other equally odious stuff, but the shrewd grocer re- fused me in my present mutilated con- dition, and I shall doubtless spend the remainder of my days in Ching Lee’s pantaloon pocket, and as long as he keeps me there he will never be out of money. Inez Morrison, ’oi. EMPLOYMENT 15 ENJOYMENT. Labor is Heaven’s great law for human improvement. Honest, earnest, willing work is not only a duty, but it is the only road to success in any path of life. Men of leisure have never conferred great blessings upon the world. Regular labor drives away evil thoughts and prevents evil deeds, while it incites good thoughts and develops power to perform good deeds. It makes men in- dependent and self-reliant and secures real contentment. Work, whether com- pulsory or of choice, is a blessing, and every one should select some field of labor as the theater of his improve- ment. Every day observation shows us that no idle, selfish person is as happy as a busy, energetic, unselfish one. Let us look around the class-room. Which pupil is happiest? Surely she who ACADEMY CHIMES. 17 studies faithfully and willingly and per- forms her tasks in an intelligent, con- scientious and cheerful manner. Now glance at her sleepy seat-mate. School life for her is dull and dreary, and the idler folds her hands and indolently waits for something to turn up or, if she rouses herself from her ennui, it is to write or speak in sympathy with “The Man With the Hoe,” or “The Girl With the Mop,” or some other pessimistic theorist. In the school room, if any where, the old adage applies in all it force—“Labor ipse voluptas.” Throughout the past few months we have felt the stimulus arising from a united and generous spirit of labor. We have realized that we can never succeed until we learn to love our work. What seemed an utter impossibility to us at the beginning of the academic year has by earnest effort and dint of perseverance, become not only possible, but an accomplished fact. When the wide prospect of an immense field of labor confronted us in Septem- ber we almost dispaired of ever accom- plishing such a vast work. Yet we have advanced steadily day by day, and what seemed well nigh hopeless has been achieved. To-day we gaze with the deepest emotion retrospectively upon that portion of the field we have already reaped and garnered, and draw much pleasure from the knowledge that it is with the Divine Assistance, due mainly to our own industry. “ Nothing,” says Reynolds, “ is denied well directed labor, and nothing is to be obtained without it.” There is dignity in labor of the hand as well as of the bead, in labor to provide for bodily wants of individual life, as well as to promote some enter- prise of worldly fame. Labor clears the forest, drives the plow and scatters seeds, reaps the harvest, grinds the corn and converts it into bread, the staff of life. Those who are tempted to cease from labor and trust to luck should remember the following proverbs : Luck is waiting for something to turn up. Labor, with keen eyes and strong will, will turn up something. Luck lies in bed and wishes the post- man would bring him a legacy. Labor turns out at 6 o’clock and with a busy pen or threaded steel lays the foundation of competence. To feel that we have a great deal to do is a cause for thankfulness, and it is a mistake to think that we could do better work if we had more time to de- vote to it, for it is generally when we are busiest that we do our best. The less one has to do, the less he wants to do. He who is willing to give himself to a noble work, whether it be intellect- ual or menial, who is ready to sacrifice himself in all that his avocation de- mands, has the reasonable assurance that, by diligence and earnest devotion, he is contributing to the stability of this grand republic. We, who are standing in the day- break of a new century, must remem- ber that the young people of to-day are determining the issues of coming generations. The various activities of life call for the brain, muscle, nerve and virtue of the young as never before. Strength of mind, heart, life, character, soul, are demanded. Let us, then, go forward. Let us see that this great ordinance of Heaven be not broken down. Let us glory in the hard hands that have been scarred with service more honorable than that of war. Toil of the brain, of the heart, or of the hand, is the only true nobility, the secret of success and an inexhaustible source of contentment and happiness. Loretta Ford, ’00. i8 ACADEMY CHIMES. THE SNAKE DANCE. 71 mong the many marvelous feat- ures of sunny Arizona, one of V I surpassing interest is the Snake J | Dance of the Moqui Indians. This wonderful religious cere- mony has often been described but no description can possibly do the subject justice. Last summer I witnessed it for the second time and, during my stay in the Moqui village, was forcibly im- pressed by the romance, history, and strange doings of the so-called “Snake people.” Our party of eleven, including Rev. Father Anselm, O. S. F., and Rev. Father Vuillard, left Ganado, the Navajo reser- vation at sunrise on Monday, and a two days’ ride brought us to our destination. The Moqui snake dance occurs every year in one of their villages. The best Snake Men are said to be those of the village of Walpi, which is situated on a mesa about six hundred feet high, in the northern part of the territory. The Moquis regard the snake with reverence as their maternal ancestor belonged to the “snake people.” The Snake Dance is therefore a prayer for rain and the ceremonials used are con- sidered necessary to propitiate “ those above ” who control the elements so that refreshing showers descend upon the otherwise barren fields. The men who take part in the dance fast for three days previous to it and devote that time to snake-hunting. Deadly rattle-snakes are captured from the fields, and, as they are to take part in the prayer, they must undergo a pro- cess of purification. Hence, a few hours before the open air dance, all the snakes are washed in the underground kiva. In this way the terrible reptiles are prepared to engage with their “ younger brothers,” the Moquis, in the petition for rain. Very few have ever witnessed this ablution as it is a secret proceeding—those only who belong to the Snake Order are supposed to be pre- sent thereat. The performance begins at four o’clock in the afternoon, generally in the month of August; the place where it is to be given having been previously swept, branches of Cottonwood trees are placed against the quaint structure near a wonderful pillar of erosion called by the Moquis the “sacred rock.” In front of these branches is dug a deep hole and some boards firmly fixed over it, so arranged that when one steps on them a hollow sound is pro- duced. When everything is in readiness, the Antelope Men (a minor order of the Snake Men) come out, some with sacred meal, others with rattlers, still others bearing large feathers; they follow the priest who carries a basin of water which he sprinkles around the dancing grounds. The procession moves in front of the Cottonwood trees and the dancers stamp their feet on the boards so as to notify the spirits of the under- world of their presence. They file up on each side of the trees and await the coming of the Snake Men. In a short time is heard the unmistakable tramp which heralds their approach. They appear looking fierce and warlike. They walk rapidly pass the Antelope Men for some distance and back again in front of the trees; then stamp their feet as the Antelope Men did and draw up in line directly opposite them. Now they are ready to begin the Dance which consists in raising the right foot and swaying the body from side to side, beating time with a feather or a rattler and accompanying these strange move- ments by a low monotonous chant. These preliminaries occupy about ten minutes. Now comes the most exciting and in- teresting scene. One of the men stoops, lifts the snakes and distributes them to the men who handle them with freedom and readiness that seems astounding. Some are. seen with two or three snakes in their mouths and the ACADEMY CHIME . i9 sight is “ as thrilling as it is hideous and as exciting as it is repulsive.” Some two hundred snakes are used in one of these dances, and examination has proved that the fangs and poison - glands are in a normal and deadly con- dition both during the washing cere- mony and at the close of the dance. They proceed in double file; one man holds the snakes and the other attracts the attention of the monsters with the feather he carries, this acting as a charm keeps the snakes from biting the one holding them. There are, generally about ten Moqui girls standing on one side of the enclosure, holding baskets of sacred meal, and every time the snake- men pass them they scatter some of this meal. This has been repeated several times when the leader of the Antelopes makes a ring of the meal and sprinkles it with water. All the men now throw the snakes into the ring and the women cast the remainder of the sacred meal over them. All make a “grab” for the snakes and, taking as many as they can hold, run down the mesa. When they reach the base they fling the snakes in every direction and a general melee ensues. On their return from their race down the hill they drink of a medicine pre- pared by the women, and also bathe themselves with it. The medicine is of such efficacy that, in case of a bite hav- ing been inflicted by any of the rattle- snakes, it serves as an anTldote. How and from what it is produced is known only to themselves. Many, I believe, have vainly endeavored to force the Moquis to disclose the secret ; it would be a benefit to humanity to possess a remedy for rattlesnake poison. After the performance, the Snake and Antelope men adjourn to their respec- tive kivas and there await the women who are to bring them the much-needed food. Every woman from the three vil- lages of the mesa contributes something and they feast themselves to satiety. A Moqui Indian will never kill a snake. There is an ancient tradition among them that they received their language from the snakes which prob- ably accounts for their reverence. The morning of the Snake Dance, Rev. Father Vuillard celebrated Mass in the village of Walpi, the first time the Holy Sacrifice had been offered in that place for upwards of two hundred and fifty years. Barbara Hubbell, ’00. ALUMNA NOTES. Miss Elva Haskell, ’96, is teaching at Cottonwood, Arizona. Mrs. Bennet, nee Fannie Lindsay, ’94, of Jerome, visited the Academy a short time since. Miss Maddie Freuler, ’94, who was obliged to discontinue teaching on ac- count of ocular trouble, is now in San Diego under medical treatment. Miss Dollie Butler, ’97, has accepted a position with the Sunset Telephone Company. Her sister, Josephine, stud- ent, ’90, is teaching at Skull Valley. Miss Cora Lindsay, ’96, after an extended sojourn at the seaside, re- turned to Prescott and will make her home with her guardian, Mr. W. O’Neil. Miss Alice Campbell, ’98, after spend- ing a year in Washington, D. C., has returned to school for a post-graduate work. Alice is our exemplary gradu- ate. Ever regular in attendance at Sodality meetings and promptly on hand for First Friday rehearsals, her bright example is one well worthy of imitation. She manifests her affection for and her loyalty to her Alma Mater by rendering cordial assistance to all who are “ eager to drink at the foun- tain of Knowledge.” We welcome you to the class-room, Alice, for your pres- ence awakens sweet memories of “Ye olden time.” Barbara Hobbell, ’00. 20 ACADEMY CHIMES. ACADEMY NOTES. Louise McKinney still insists on play- ing the entrance march tempo di cake- walk. Nettie has been pronounced the champion of the class in Word Analysis, though the word is sometimes inaudible. Loretta is giving her undivided atten- tion to the study of “ Voice as an acoustical phenomenon.” We await the announcement of that Bass Solo, Loretta ! Unique class pins have been present- ed the graduates. The emblem, Owl and Laurel Wreath, enameled in class colors, Sea-green and White, are com- bined most artistically. Louise is is our botanist, and now, that gentle Spring in all her surpassing loveliness has come, she may be found at peep o’ day with spade and bag in earnest quest of the Flora of Arizona. It is really cruel for those amateur amanuenses to display their intellectual superiority over some of us by circulat- ing so freely slips of paper covered with stenographic characters. Quid scribis, dulcissime f Etta has won for herself the enviable title of “Sub”; her average at the late examination was the highest. Let her success be a stimulus to others less fortunate in the fray and her example one for them to emulate. Inez, in the recent controversy on Century Question, proved herself elo- quent with pen and tongue. She de- bated the question skillfully and forcibly and her opponents, unable to “ prove an affirmative,” were forced to sur- render. The cupola is a popular rendezvous for the astronomy class on starry nights where the enthusiastic students view the “ Forget-me-nots of the Angels,” and with the aid of an opera-glass, in lieu of a telescope, read the heavens while meditating on the desolateness of space. Per aspera ad astra ! Some of the seniors who are aspiring to the delightful task of “ teaching the young idea,” have given manifest signs of a special aptitude for that profession. Sylvia agrees with others that the school-year has been “ one unbroken flow of rythmic bliss,” but a moment later pronounces the editorial board unkind for making our blunders an institute of their success. Our “ intensely literary girl, who idolizes Caesar, wears glasses, abjures bangs and caramels and ice-cream,” astonished the Rhetoric class the other day by her enunciation of the phrase, marched into Bellisle. Ask Barbara about it. Nettie is spending all her leisure pre- paring a very interesting article entitled “ Reminiscences of a School Girl.” As the pupils of St. Joseph’s form the dramatic personee we are most anxious to review it and hope to have it ready for publication in our next issue. Mary Day was the recipient of so many congratulations on the manner in which she recited “ The Widow’s Son ” that she fancies herself a Mary Ander- son in embryo—nor need she be cen- sured if she now walks and talks and brushes her hair with the airs of a heavy tragedian. Our “student,” nothing daunted by her failure to reach her usual high per- centage in Algebra, studies with in- creased diligence. Inez possesses the happy faculty of seeing the optimistic, not the pessimistic, side of school-life, and knows that the port of Success is made only by the ship called Venture. Anna Burke’s gentle countenance is missed from the class-room; on account of serious affection of the eyes, she was obliged to rest from her studies and is now in Phoenix under the oculist’s care. Anna has made rapid strides in the path of learning since September, and we trust she will soon be able to resume her work. ACADEMY CHIMES. 21 Dame Rumor, with her thousand tongues, says that the Juniors are pre- paring an Operetta to be produced at an early date. Mamie Francis declares that things are beginning to assume a more couleur de rose aspect since tire much-dreaded examination is over. With her usual good nature Mamie gives us an account of her latest escapade, in a stage whis- per, every morning at 8:30 as she passes to her place in line. Grace, Ollie and Sylvia have a mania for statue-posing during class recita- tions. Be on the alert, girls ! Adele, with her kodak, is watching her chance to “snap” you. She attempted to photograph electricity the other day but the picture failed to materialize. It was a “ negative result.” If Civil Engineering on Surveying were a profession wherein the gentler sex could triumph, why, dear old St. Joseph’s faculty could, at some future time, proudly say : “ This accurate engineer or excellent surveyor is one of our graduates.” For any information in higher' mathematics we give Adele as a referee as she, doubtless, pos- sesses the power of abstraction requisite for apprehending geometrical concep- tions. The Musicate tendered recently by our pupils, notwithstanding that it was quite an impromptu affair, was very artistically carried out. The young pianists did splendidly, playing with an ease and assurance creditable to more advanced performers. A feature worthy of special mention was the “ Miserere ” from Verdi’s II Trovatore, by Barbara Hubbell at the piano, Adele with man- dolin, and Etta Puntenney as guitarist. We hope to be favored again, and soon. A complimentary entertainment was given on the Feast of Our Lady, by the boarders, to the faculty of the Academy. The young ladies appeared to an excel- lent advantage in the different roles, affording, as they did, opportunity for the dis Jkyjng of their varied talents. Misses DeKuHn and Puntenney did “ particularly well ” in impersonating Maggie Donovan and Katie O’Neil, and the abundant applause and warm con- gratulations that followed testified to the pleasure of their teachers. The pro- gram was interspersed by piano solos, the whole forming a pleasing entertain- ment and certainly a delightful surprise. The following was the program : THE CHAMPION OF HER SEX—Drama. CHARACTERS: Mrs. Duplex, a widow with money and a mission,...............Nettie Hawkins. Mrs. Deborah Hartshorn, her mother, ........... ..........Lovilla Brown. Florence Duplex, her daughter, .......................Barbara Hubbell. Caroline Duplex, her step-daughter, .....................Nina Greenwood. Rhoda Dendron 1 , , , . Etta Puntenney. Pollie Nay, } her fr,ends' .Adele Hubbell. Katie O’Neil, the cook ,..Ollie Puntenney. Maggie Donovan, the chambermaid, .........Sylvia DeKuhn. Musical number, “ The Russian Army,” .................. Academy Pupils. Recitation, “ Legend of St. Teresa,” ....................Miss Adele Hubbell. P'inale, “ O Virgin Pure !”.. .. .Chorus. The Literature class spent a few hours with Longfellow on February 15, and though ‘‘the day was cold and dark and dreary ” yet all the more did his spirit hover over us throughout the afternoon. The simplicity, grace and refinement that characterized the poet, were vividly portrayed in the essay, “ Longfellow.” Quotations then were given by the class that stimulated all who listened to “ nobler habitudes of thought and living.” This was followed by the recitation “ Mr. Finney’s Turnip,” from which object it is said that Long- fellow drew inspirations for his first poetical production. “ Maidenhood.” recited by Loretta Ford, and “ Beatrice,” by Louise Camp- bell, were well received, while Adele Hubbell gracefully delivered Morituri Salutamus. Inez Morrison departed a little from the high literary order of the program in depicting, with her usual ease and naturalness, the “ unquenchenably in- ACADEMY CHIMES. 2 2 effable college girl ” on her return to her country home. The recitation, Youth's Pleading,” by Anna Burke, was a source of pleas- ure as well as of profit. Barbara Hubbell recalled us to our subject by reading “ The Bells of San Bias,” Longfellow's last poem. The incidental music was furnished by Loretta Ford. The program was un- usually good and gave the new pupils a very favorable introduction to the work of the class. Vivat Acadaviia ! A. M. C., ‘98. SECOND QUARTERLY EAArtUSATIOIS. (February sth-gth.) GRADUATING CLASS. Gen. Average. Adele Hubbell.......................91 Barbara Hubbell.....................92 Louise Campbell.....................84 Loretta Ford........................84 senior class. Etta Puntenney.................... 96 Nettie Hawkins..................... 94 Inez Morrison.......................87 Mary Day .... ......................78 Anna Burke ........................ 93 Louise McKinney................... 95 Mary Francis........................85 Sylvia De Kuhn..................... 82 Ollie Puntenney. . .................83 Grace Dearing.......................85 INTERMEDIATE DEPARTMENT. Katie Fitzgerald....................94 Ruby Loy............................92 Gertrude Diskin ................... 92 Lida Sines..........................89 Belle Rodgers.......................88 Nina Greenwood..................... 83 Louisa Duff.........................83 Fern Robinson...................... 83 Katie Burke ............... ... ... 82 Clair Stone....................... 81 Vera Greenwood....... ............. 79 Lovillie Brown......................79 Maggie Francis..................... 79 Lillie Campbell .... ...............79 Mary Hickey.........................78 Mary McDonald.......................76 Jessie Burnett......................67 Clara Ritter........................58 JUNIOR DEPARTMENT. Mary Burke ...................... 78 Mary Duke..........................84 Viva Head..........................72 Felicita Contreros.................70 Martha Thorbecke...................73 Alice Fitzgerald.................. 80 Josie Zanetti......................88 Reba Stephens......................70 Annie O’Sullivan.................. 60 Erin Morrison......................89 Norine Derr........................80 Edelmira Martinez..................75 Katie Hickey.......................48 Ellen Barrett.... 62 Maggie O’Sullivan................ 65 Beth Block.........................92 Alice Edens........................80 Lucy Monrial.......................70 Marie Derr.........................80 ABSENTEES. May Hudgens, Mary Baker, Francis Michael. A SWARM OF BEES WORTH HIVING. 15 patient, B prayerful, B humble, B mild, B wise as a solon, B meek as a child, B studious, B thoughtful, B loving, 15 kind, B sure you make matter subservient to mind, B cautious, 15 prudent, B trustful. It true, B courteous to all, 15 friendly with few, 15 temperate in argument, pleasure, and wine, B careful of conduct, of money, and time, 15 cheerful, B grateful, B hopeful, B firm, B peaceful, benevolent, willing to learn, 15 courageous, B gentle, B liberal and just, 15 aspiring, 15 humble, because thou art dust, B penitent, circumspect, sound in thy faith, 15 active, devoted, B faithful till death, B honest, B holy, transparent, and pure, B dependent, B Christ-like, and you’ll be secure. ACADEMY CHIMES. 23 w U I $t.3o$epb’$3 5 Academy tlonbucteb bs tbc Sisters of St. Joseph Prescott, Arizona c his institution is a boarding and day school for young ladies and girls. The course of instruction em- braces every useful and necessary branch of edu- cation. It proposes a care- fully graded system of studies, beginning with the rudiments of every branch. At their entrance pupils are examined and classified according to their abilities and previous attainments. The scholastic year is divided into two sessions of five months each. The first session commences the first Monday in September and ends the last day of January , the second session commences the first day of February and usually ends the last Thursday of June. Pupils are received at any time during the year. No deduction made for temporary absence. Pupils of all denominations are received. The con- scientious convictions of non-Catholics are never interfered with, but for the maintenance of order, all are required to conform to the external discipline of the house. TERMS. (Payments invariably in advance): Board and Tuition.............................. 2o0° P« month Laundry Work..................................... 200 Music on Piano or Stringed Instruments......... 5 Painting ....................................... 4 °° Stenography and Typewriting..................... 500 Spanish or German................... ........... 3 °o DAY PUPILS. $1.00 per month. 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