Blessed Sacrament High School - Zephyr Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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Page Eight THE ZEPHYR Out of the Harbor Into Deep Waters CLASS HISTORY CHAPTER I EPTEMBER 4, 1924, was the day set for sailing. A group of timid girls were boarding the sturdy vessel B, S. H. S. which lay at anchor in the harbor of Youth. With a splendid crew and the pilot Perseverance at the helm, we felt quite secure, even though other voyagers were for the most part strangers to us. The shrill whistle blew a loud blast and we were off!!! The first few weeks out at sea were days of bewilderment. The algebraic at' mosphere and the Latin winds did not agree very well with the intellectual health of a few of usg but the crew was so encouraging and helpful that in a very short time we became quite seaffearing. The Pilot lured us on until we soon steered into deeper seas of Education. CHAPTER II We were now ready to weather rougher waters, and with optimism as our mariner's compass, we steered ahead. We had added two new crew members to our group-they looked rather nautical-having had a year on other waters. Mary O'Donnell came from the ship H. A. A., and Catherine Yambra from the N. Dakota. Rough gales occasionally came our way, and then a great calm would ensue and we had smooth sailing. Mary thought we had encountered a geometric squall for a while, and Lois and Evelyn became suddenly enlightened that we must be somewhere near Gaul or Britain, for they scented tracks of Caesar. In spite of it all, we drifted along quite peaceably for the year and patted ourselves on the back for the poise we had acquired after two years of cruising. CHAPTER III Ship Ahoy! Matt Peasley did not have us outdone after our seamanship had been tried and found worthy. Many notable events took place on board during the third year in junior Channel. Here the waters were quite treacherous in places: but with Enthusiasm as First Mate, we were protected against the dangerous rocks and storms. The greatest difficulty was that the phantom of Physical Laboratory Island took possession of one end of our ship. Many nightmares haunted our otherwise happy days, but we Hnally awoke with the realization that it wasn't so bad after all. We had become enlightened on many curious questions as to the behavior of things, such as the expansion of springs, the intensity of density, and the negative acceleration of Seattle thermometers in winter, or of Dorothy's old flivver most any time of the year. Probably Effie was dissatisfied with our endeavors in general, to become experf ienced mariners, because somehow, she suddenly agreed with Tennyson that the old order should change, yielding place to new. For some reason she failed to get any recruits and her endeavors passed into oblivion. For further details apply to Mary O'Donnell. To our surprise, we learned that one of our best sailors discovered that she had acquired quite sufficient experience in seacraft and having reached a very satisfactory place for disembarking, she was graduated in 1927 from the B. S. H. S. Thus we parted with Evelyn Kahl, after a lovely banquet on board in her honor. CHAPTER IV Many storms and calms having been encountered, we unfurled new sails, set our faces windward, and the dear old ship plunged ahead into the rough waters of Senior Deeps. Ahead we saw a light craft tossing on the billows. Receiving an S. O. S., we cast out and rescued Claire Calhoun, Elvera Nelson and Helen Morgan.

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THE ZEPHYR Page Seven Class Will NOW all men by these presents, that we, the Senior Class of 1928, of Blessed Sacrament High School, Seattle, Washington, declaring our' selves to be of sound and disposing mind and memory, and realizing the certainty of our departure from this institution, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament. FIRST: To our dear Alma Mater we leave our fondest memories and appref ciation for the great part she has played in our education. SECOND: To the faculty we leave our love and reverence for the patience and wisdom with which they have guided us through our school years. THIRD: To our devoted Pastor, Reverend Father Lewis, we leave a cherished remembrance and deep sense of gratitude for all he has done for us, his spiritual children, these several years. FOURTH: To Reverend Father McDonnell, our Principal, we leave a most sincere appreciation for his zealous endeavors in behalf of our welfare. FIFTH: To Mother M. Guilelma, our revered Provincial Superior, we be' queath our love and appreciation for her untiring interest manifested so graciously toward us and our school. SIXTH: To the school in general we leave our super-mentality, our dignity, our never failing graciousness, and monopoly on everything worth while. SEVENTH: To the Juniors we leave our poise and dignity, and the title of Sen' iors. We sincerely hope to hear of no violation of these worthy bequests. EIGHTH: To the First and Second Academic Classes is extended our ambition for consuming knowledge, hoping that they will carry the spirit through their scho- lastic years. Upon further thought we deem it advisable to make the following personal bequests: I, Helen Morgan, leave to Evelyn Hayes my melodious voice. Use it to advantf age, Evelyn, and for any further advice, I give lessons Tuesdays and Thursdays. I, Audrey Hyde, regretfully leave my prized front seat and the honor of an' swering the door to Genevieve Smith. You have looked so depressed, Gen, since moved to the back of the room, that I thought this would cheer you. I, Claire Calhoun, leave my ability for making excuses in the Civics class to Pauline Fagan. fWe seniors admit that there are some most original ideas, so you will really profit by the gift, Paulinej I, Mary O'Donnell, leave my sense of good humor to Verna McCann. Verna, be sure you appreciate this rare gift. I, Catherine Yambra, leave to Beatrice Benoit the privilege of pulling out the organ for choir practice. By doing this as faithfully as I did, Bee, you too, will in time become a sturdy senior. I, Lois Richards, leave to Agnes Flaherty my imagination. just imagine what you are now, Agnes. I, Lorene Noser, leave to Edna Lally my slightly worn out uniform. I hope it will serve you as faithfully as it did me, Edna. I'm not so sure about the length, but there's a wide hem: so don't worry. I, Kathryn Towey, leave four inches of my hair to Nellie Kelly. I hope these few inches will enable you to do your hair up next summer, Nellie. I, Elvera Nelson, leave my editorship to the Junior found the most worthy and my bookkeeping set to Helen MacNamara. You may be able to use at least the trial balances and adjusting entries, Helen, when you are in a pinch. IN WITNESS WHEREOF we have hitherto set our hands and subscribed our seal this first day of May in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty Eight. fSig'nedJ The Senior Class of 1928. Witnesses:- by Elvera Nelson. Mammy Ross, Miss Merrill.

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THE ZEPHYR Page Nine Kathryn Towey, who had fallen overboard and drifted to San Francisco a year be' fore, was also with them. Another, in the person of Lorene Noser, who had left her own ship, the M1929 S. S. Victoria and taken a tender to catch up to us, be' came a member of our devoted crew. In the spring we decided to give a show for all on board, so we staged the Senior Play, The Ninth Promise. From all reports we must have pleased our audience very greatly. To our great regret, we will not be able to bequeath the senior mirror, old facefulf' to the Juniors. Lois stepped on it one sunny day in May, and Catherine Yambra is saving the pieces for solemn interment on class day. We hope that at least a few of our book reports and bibliographies will be left around in a convenient place so that passersfby will know how much we adored English VIII and compliment us thereon. We are not positive, but we are hoping that Mary O'Donnell and Kathryn Towey have profited physically on the half pints of milk they have so zealously drunk every day this year. For proof positive, ask the janitor how many times he had to carry the bottles back to the milk station in the lunch room. Early in june, we arrived at the Port of Destiny. Should we disembark? Had four years passed since we boarded our dear B. S. H. S. ? Alas! it is only too true. At the thought of leaving the old ship we find ourselves wishing that we who have spent so many happy times together, could sail together always. But no. The time has come for us to pilot our own crafts on the sea of Life. No more as a class, will the dear sisters warn us of the inevitable rocks and shoals. Instead, their coun- sel will ever be our compass and we place our future trust in our Heavenly Pilot- Jesus, our Savior-who will ever guide us to the port of our Heavenly Home. Audrey Hyde, '28. Hymn to Saint Agnes, 0. P. St. Agnes, virgin pure and blest, Whom Mary's Holy Child caressed O might we bear Him like to thee, Within our hearts one day to be Among His Saints in endless rest. The flowers that sprang in beauty rare , Sweet Saint, about thy place of prayer, Have taught us of the Love divine That burned within that heart of thine, The fragrant virtues blooming there! In silent prayer, to all unknown, Thy life was spent for God aloneg White dew He sent in mystic shower, It shadows forth the gentle power Of humble prayer beneath His throne. O may His grace, in gentle showers, Bedew our souls till virtue's flowers Spring forth in beauty and in love To draw all hearts to Him above, Until His heavenly home be ours.