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

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 3 LA LUMIERE 1923 Page Eighteen S. J. A. S. J. A., S. J. A., Prescott’s greatest pride—yea! yea! Banner Class as well you know. Now from out these portals go. Watch us climb o'er all that bars. Through all clouds, up to the stars. Rose and gray, rose and gray. Dear old S. J. A.! Rose and gray, rose and gray, High School days are bright and gay. We must leave these scenes of joy; Everv pleasure has alloy. Happily have these dear hours passed; Bright days cannot always last. Rose and gray, rose and gray, Dear old S. J. A.! Sisters dear, gathered here. Though home and friends are drawing near, We’ll chant our Alma Mater’s fame, Our voices raise in glad acclaim. Fare-thee-well! Dear memories dwell, Your mother-love we’ll proudly tell. Ring out old bell! Sound your knell. S. J. A. Farewell! —A ileen Pouters.

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 3Se »' LA LUMIERE 1923 35« Page Seventeen Senior Class History Officers President Vice-President Ranson Drew Marguerite Bridges Aileen Powers Kathryn Bianconi Secretary Treasurer It has been said that an accurate history cannot he written until a hundred years after the happening of the events. You ask me for a resume of the achieve- ments of the Class of 1923, but my usually eloquent pen falters and my most swashbuckling expressions but inadequately portray the glorious record made by this peerless Class. Descending upon the Academy like a meteor out of a clear sky, in the fall of 1919, the Class of ’23 struck the student body with awe and the faculty with admiration! Now that we are about to depart into the shadowy future, is it any wonder that this dismal announcement seems already to darken the countenance of our Alma Mater? Too numerous to detail are the triumphs and trophies proudly carried away by this grand old class. To none other has Alma Mater pointed, with pride, w hile exclaiming, “These are my jewels,” than to the banner Class of 1923. Gentle readers!—now that wre are to go out into the wride, wide world, leaving these classic halls desolate, tell me, who will lend priceless counsels to the faculty when some matter of moment is at stake? Our dignity as Seniors has been unqualified excellence. A word—or even a look— from us has been enough to quell anything of a riotous tendency in our inferiors—even the incorrigible Sophomores! In feats of brain and brawn, 1923 has not been lacking. Behold the medals for Oratory won by Roberta McDonnell and Marguerite Bridges; prizes for Expression by the same Marguerite, Opal Cross, and Aileen Powers. And what of the tennis record left by Kathryn Bianconi? Our standard of debating has carried off the honors, even though our opponents did give us a hard battle. Dear friends, witness the splendid achievements of that noble organization, a “child of our own brain,” the Dramatic Club, whose conquests are recorded elsewhere in this volume. And now that we have reached the end of our beginning, may we be permitted to voice the modest hope that those who follow us on our triumphal march may uphold the spirit, honor, and traditions of our beloved school and that the Class of 1924 may strive to make themselves worthy of the mantle of wisdom which we now let fall upon their shoulders. —Kathryn Bianconi, '23. Yell Rah! Rah! Rah! “The Rose and Gray” I ong live S. J. A.

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LA LUMIERE 1923 1(35BS Page Nineteen AWS, Honey, yoh all don’ know how positiv’ly tickled ah am to spruce yoli all up fo’ your gradyation day. Ah can ’member perfeckly how yoh ma looked when ah fixed her up fo’ her gradyation, and now I’se fussin’ you up for quittin’ at the very 'dentieal school whereat yoh ma quit. Dah now! Was yoh out tha in da gahden some one might pick you fo’ a honeysuckle, you’se dat perty!” Aunt Mandy talked on, all the while trying Hetty’s hair in different styles in order to find one which would be new and at the same time becoming. Finally she threw down the brush in dis- gust— “Seems today mail idees are like mah money—they jest ain’t!” Taking up the comb and smiling blandly, Aunt Mandy went on: “ ’Twasn’t but two yeahs latah that yoh ma had a visit from one of her friends what graduated with her; ’twas Miss Yirginny. But she warn’t Miss Virginny no mo’. She was Mrs. Denton. She’d done been married a month befo’ and was on her weddin’ tower. She was a June bride, she tol’ Miss Bobby. I alius was aimin’ to be a June bride if me an’ George Washington Jackson had a been married, but that po’ man up an’ went crazy. The fust ah knew of his unsamity was one day when he come a courtin’. He had a hatchet in his han’ an’ a funny look in his eye. He grabbed mah ahm in a iron grip an’ said in a low an’ turrible voice, ‘Mandy, they’s nobody here but you an’ me!’—I said, You’re wrong, George, they’s nobody here but you!’—’cause by that time I was gone. Ah ain’t nevah seen ’im since an’ ah ain't sorry. Ah sure was scared as a grinnin’ catfish. In mah mind’s eye, I could jes see mahself bein’ carted down the church aisle—wid mah friends walkin’ slow behind me. “Then, while yoah ma was down in Tucson, she write me that she seen Miss Opal in a Chau—Chau—, no. I’se not tryin’ to sneeze. Honey, I’se jest tryin’ to tell yoah’ll what Miss Opal is a workin’ in.” “Chautauqua, Mandy?” “Yes, Sugarlump, tlias it. How’d yoah’ll guess it?” Aunt Mandy stopped and gave all her attention to an obstinate curl that would not “stay put.” Betty broke the silence by speaking eoaxingly: “Don’t you know anything more about Mother’s schoolmates, Mandy? Please tell me.” “Course ah will. Honey. Why, not long aftah Miss Bobby write me, ah foun’ somethin’ in a papah that sure got a rise outa me. It weie a artickle about M iss Marguerite a winnin’ a prize for a bee-utiful pieksure she done painted. She done won a lots a money, too; it said so in the artickle. It sure made me happy. Miss Marguerite was the drawin’est gal ah evah see .... Lemrne