St Josephs College - Argus Yearbook (Emmitsburg, MD)

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I Q' on I Q I x!! .J 'im' of '45 B I I 1 Aura'-X-AH-AYlinlgwgkzgjiuF-wk.--K- l'vg:mV-Mm --'-- ,H 'Q , w0mu.qHF'-W?-,Y JQQI 'J I ig- I lf' 5' ,Q Q35 '-if-fig' . 'I 'A A ' ' 'ft 'N i w Y F 'I ffmsf, 'f7T7f7f1fIf7T ?fFTf s,-at 1 H lt A R c U .s I X-I. .L L q inf, Ilace Iceirfcollce Francais 'gin , I Y fi i , I I Q, uFrench Circle? A A K, , ' uWhy yes. Why not?7' pm uBut I've never heard of it.'7 Qin 'uThere are more things in heaven and earth, you knowl Mais ouig it's the QQ! IQ dernier cri, here, pour 31IiS1 dire. And it's called Le Cercle Francais. If you were , I10:1i2'iIl:1115,6lSCWl'16I'C tonight, Iahem!J, Miss Alumna, we'd love to have you come . I ' 5 an 1S en. H . ' 'L E rg, MThank you. I, IQ-I . f 0 Youl know, it was thought of and approved last year, but this is the first year 0 o its rea existence. 1 s ' ' Q HI-Iow lovely! Tell me some-+ ' A knock. A voice. HIt's time to get upf, nUm-m-m. W'as I dreaming? - 9 uW'hat? ! Hi 'Ere Cleircle Francais! Goodness I must have enjoyed myself last night, to dream I ' 1 e t at a out it. ' O SD :R f As I dressed I reviewed the events of the evening before. The Cercle was over li ij I for the year. Over for us-forever. ' ' uWell, I sighed, it was really worth while. I LQ? How much French we have rlearned,,f and the songs we've sung! Tiens, I'll I. never be on time if I meander on thus in my thoughts. IAnd all the same I con- 'dj - . tinuedj f ' ' ji It was glorious last night. The Marseillaise was sung so patriotically. The N pageant was most interesting, the music, exquisite, the Hymne a Jeanne d,Arc, all A I that our Teacher herself could have wished. By the time we dispersed I felt equal I ' to fight windmills. ' And this morning! Gracious! The Cercle was begun by our class, may it be J ' I' carried on bravely by the classes to come! Why should I think sadly of the fun tl we had singing uSavez-vous planter les choux?', or aFrere ,lacql.1es'?', Why should I aga-in think of the cccastetsi' we7ve done and long to do more? However that may :- -1 be because I7ve always had a penchant for cross-word puzzles. - So my thoughts ran on the morning after ale dernier Cercle de liannee 1928? - ' Incoherent, no doubt. But then my thoughts are always incoherent. Indeed, I fear I became a little dramatic towards the end. But I was sincere-I still am: ,J ' . I There are things I am prepared to forget here, I can't remember 'them all. ' But I will never forget le neuf mai, I will always remember the night we grouped f ,XTX around Sainte Jeanne herself and sang '40, Jeanne, ton supplicefi Neither will I yi' forget the night we had ulimonade gaseusen-nor the night we heard Cyrano say uNe pas monter bien haut, peut-etre, mais tout seul!,' II climb, not high, it may 4 ' fy be, but alone.D Above all the night-those nights-in other words-je me sou- 9 viendrai toujours du Cercle Francais-Et vous? R. C9 y 5 X If X9 i ea fVj: 'f g C' aft are A A y ,I . A f 1 ., Jpfiifi Milli? ,, I '02 ff I I I I I 1 I I I I I I I I . I I . J I I -I 5 i III I I It I I I I ...I

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