St Josephs College - Footprints Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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To My Mother and Father e r A Recompense O, for ihc voire of ti thuiul crnui c ittirtirt, Echoinc hack Earth ' s praises to (rod, Or the forest ' s hushed tribute of ( othir splendor, That I icho break this silence b my tread upon the sod, JJ ' hose voice is dro ' icned in eater ' s endless rushnuj, Mu ht make a silent prayer of recompense Or voice my celling gratitude. io}.:»

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To the FACULTY ' ,111-1 cl;is of nineteen twenly-eii ht L;(lC to lake its place in the proces- ion of the classes that have g ' one ' ' ' before. I ' or a year, perhaps, it will stand out as the last to leave you, but soon even its entity will be dinuned by the many that will follow. Soon it will be a hardly jier- cejitible division in the long- line of alunmae wending their way from Alma Alater. I ' nu years ago it came to you, clay bent but roughly into shape. To you was the labor of smoothing, of straightening, of luolding to a more gracious form. It was for you to reveal unexpected beauties in the common earth. At times the fashioning must have been difficult, the clay tenacious, the task- nigh unre(|uited. Whether this class ever will render to you the due that is yours, is -eiled in the slowly diffusing- nn ' sts of the years. That due is not the recom])ense you seek. Yet, whatever there is of beauty, of good, of truth, was wrought by you — it is offered as twenty-eight ' s tribute. ifflcee OXSoSC t ' ) H 33ffls a

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Follies I ' ROU HiL ' K In X ' anity Iviir all things are sold, And (|ueer arc- the tales by the venders told Of tollies and foibles, fad and frill. Of many familiar folk to fill A transitory hour; and oft The vender holds her dolls aloft For wrinkled age and grinning mjiuIi To gaze on at the Fashion Booth, 1-Aer shouting stridendy : — My dolls! They walk! They talk! Come, see! Thev dress in style, wear modish clothes, Affect |ueer speech and stunning jjose, Their ways familiar in sjjeech and gait, You ' ve seen them all — just gaze and wait. Come closer ; here are dolls from college. Watch them do-e— Youth— lM)lly—Kiio ie lge. Lady ( winding first doll ) This is Cora. Many abhor her In classes of manv or groui)s (jt few The Profs ' all injure her through and throu; Corn (. t tirst ilejecteclly, at length excitedl ) There! Fve wasted another period, ril never pass that course. I f I can ' t answer the first time, she keeps on calling on me the rest of the hour. 1 suppose there ' s no one else in tlie class she coul l pick on! If 1 just turn away a minute or start to write or talk— there she is ! Did vou hear that crack she made! Looked right ' at me when she said it ! i ' .esides, the other .kn- . . . . Lady ( i)ressing spring) . nd that ' s enough of her Dora you may ])refer. J oni ( i ' litling about, groans with grim gr;i Uy ) Oil. I don ' t think I am getting through anything tliis term. I ' ll be lucky if I don ' t get any condi tions. 1 iirobablv won ' t get a single . . My marks are terrible! When the cards conu— ( )h look! . nother excmi)tion! I never expected it. I wonder how 1 ever got it. 1 1 )■