Academy of the Holy Angels - Angelus Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Where Girls Meet Girls A place where every hallowed corner reeks With mem'ries quaint: where happy school girls oft Communed, or listened for enlightenment. As scholars famed, of God or fine arts spoke. The drama too. they viewed in pageant bright. Of youth and beauty. And how oft they thrilled. Themselves to find before the footlights gay. In classic music, or in drama great. And when in future years some hours we spend In peaceful reminiscence o'er our book. What joy to see ourselves and schoolday friends All wreathed in smiles, because our hearts were glad! And this dear place so cherished by us all. Will call up mem'ries sweet of bright school days. —Louise Reese. 12A. I 12 1

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Where We Meet Our Silent Friends It is the silent voice of book friends that calls us to the library. Mute, cultured friends, who have knowledge deep and great. From early childhood the lure of these noiseless comrades held our girlhood days enchanted for hours and hours of day and night. Our first childish fancy was attracted to fantastic fairy tales and wonder stories. Our schoolgirl fancy was enraptured by thrilling romance and fiction. Our more mature longings are for the highest type of literature in prose and verse. Books are our most entertaining, most trusted friends. With them we are awed by Milton s mighty Heavenly conflict, we are enthralled by Shakespeare's m3gic dramas as they are enacted before us. and we walk with Dante and Beatrice in Vita Nuova. In our beautiful, growing library, we find all types of books that a girl may desire. We go forth from our dear school enriched and ennobled by our inspiring book associations, and with cherished memories of profitable hours spent in the quiet of the library. 1 11 1 —Dorothy Helm. 12A.

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Ode to The Seniors Well, there you are. my classmates fond and dear: I smile on you. yet try to hide a tear. That I was halted in the joyous race. And forced by fate, to slow my quickened pace. You are my dearest, sweetest schoolday friends: But now. I fear, your graduation ends That closer touch of friendship that was mine. When, side by side, we walked toward learning's shrine. And as you stand on brink of other life. I pray the future holds no pain nor strife. Goodbye! Farewell! since we are forced to part: One fond request I ask you from my heart— When thoughts of dear school days come to your mind. Remember one whom you have left behind. I 13 1 —Mary Storch, 12B.