Catholic High School For Girls - Silver Sands Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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SPEAK wlth FEELING proving that the Immortal Bard was one o the mznor proph ets as well as one o the major phzlosophers when he sazd, Who steals my purse, steals trash CU have heard the real 11151116 story of how Donald Duck came to be a character of how M1ckey Mouse rose to fame and the story bchmd the murder of Cock Robm You have heard the 1n Slde story of the Detent1on Room and the marvelous procedure behmd the expresslonless face of a clock but have you ever heard the real 1ns1de story of a pocketbook7 N07 I thought not A pocketbook lS a decept1ve thmg It may be at tract1ve on the outslde but oh the artlcles you w1ll fmd w1th1n Wxthout a doubt m1ne IS the worst I have ever seen for It 15 the nearest example of a rum mage sale I have yet had the m1sfortune to bump 1nto There 1S everythmg 1n lt from a mov1e t1cket to an Enghsh compos1t1on Once a practxcal joker enclosed a l1ve turtle to shock me I wasnt surpnsed least a good three feet square of table and plenty of elbow room Perhaps I could g1V6 you a fa1r 1dea of th1s collectxon of m1ne by enumerat1ng some of the th1ngs I found the last t1me I set as1de half a day to perform thxs plece of manual labor Enclo ed was a smaller purse contammg a few COIHS I do mean a few and perhaps a score of bobby p1ns The pocketbook proper conta1ned a founta1n pen penc1l red PCHCII a pack of lead my A A card sev eral notes hastlly scr1bbled between classes a small case conta1n1ng some wonderful m1rac1e worker that IS guaranteed so It says to stop the run a com pact a small song sheet a pocket comb file and mxrror a souven1r of Crabs 1n the water Beach or some such place several letters a card telllng me that my l1fe would be changed 1f I would answer the ad and sell some marvelous do dads to my fr1ends ffor merely accommodat1ng the advert1ser I mrght earn up to S75 per week they knew a man who d1d pamphlet from the Frankhn Inst1tute last years bas ketball schedule a very flattermg fortune wh1ch some 12 By ELIZABETH DONLON 39 puppet could have gotten just as eas1ly by standmg on a scale and deposltmg a penny a few snapshots a bracelet a book of cloth samples a l1brary card a lapel watch wh1ch hasn t been runn1ng s1nce last year when I dropped lt IH a bowl of lemonade a pockc d1ct1onary several blotters a few postal cards and but I could fill another page telhng you all the rest ThlS ought to g1V6 you a fan' 1dea of the contents The trouble w1th my pocketbook IS that the cleanmg process ends w1th the replacmg of all the contents I put everythmg back agam w1th Oh I need that Maybe I had better keep thls and see 1f I can use t So you see there 1snt much use of cleanmg 1t out That IS why I go about the momentous task once 1n a blue moon My pocketbook has a hard l1fe of It Inev1tably I lose It every other day Durlng th1S per1od of sep aratlon poor old pocketbook knocks about t1ll I come to recla1m It The bumps and bru1ses lt ICCCIVCS are too cruel to relate It has even been burned and one sad day It fell down a whole fl1ght of sta1rs but e only notable 1r1Jury bes1des be1ng badly shaken up was a broken collar bone From ICS expenences 1n e cafeter1a lt has tasted more than one sauerkraut dxnner Th1s possesslon of m1ne 15 very temperamental All true gemuses are After I have lost 1t or 1f lt has rece1ved bad treatment It behaves ternbly Apparently 1t has a mlnd of ICS own It refuses to shut as a consequence many tlungs fall out When the sp1teful thmg sees somethmg fall to the floor a l1feless grm comes from 1ts gapxng mouth for revenge 1S sweet When I try to replace the fallen artlcle do you th1nk the revengeful creature w1ll ICCCIVC 1t7 It wxll not It jams all the contents to the top and pretends there 1S no more room Now of course th1s deportment 15 not to be tolerated but what can I do? It has re cerved so many bumps lf does not respond to a slap and scold1ng doesn t do one b1t of good I certamly have a problem on my hands Although I have con sulted Anne HlfSt as yet I have recelved no reply Perhaps from th1s descrxptlon you w1ll get the 1dea that my pocketbook IS a very dxsagreeable char acter It really 1snt It merely loses IIS temper some SILVER SANDS Q l n I I I I I . . ,, . . 1 . 5 5 ,, I 9 S I ' . , . . ' ' . fo- , lf - - I ' 9 s 9 1 , . . , . 9 I I I ' Q 5 3 9 or . . , . ' as . . . . . . 1 ' 7 7 I , Y , I I I . . , ' . . i g . I , . I , When the mood strikes me to clean, I require at I . . ' h ' . I S . . . . , 2 LL 15 ' , . 1 A 3 ' . . - . . . , 3 . . . . . r , , 3 3 9 ' ' 5 . . . . A , 9 . . . . ' ' L5 97 I I i 3 9 1 , , ' 1 1 2 S Q D ' ' I 1' a f 7 ' I 9 I . . ' s 5 7 . 1 - . . . . I , l , 2 Q l lg 3. 2 s , , . . . . , . , . . '

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be thrown to them. They were gigantic in size and beautiful in color, some being black, others brown or white. Our attention was then diverted by a village built for the domestic animals. It is complete to the nth degree. These domestic animals are a recent acquisi- tion at the zoo. They were placed there at the request of the many city boys and girls who could see the wild animals present at the Gardens but who had never seen a cow chicken rabbit or other residents of farm life The most intriguing sight of the day was a baby kangaroo with its dear little face looking out from WE WENT 4. 27 its mother's pouch at a. strange world. Many times have I seen pictures in story books of the mother kangaroo and the loving care she gives her young, but never realized that I would one day see it in reality. On the path going out we looked back wistfully toward the wonders we had seen. It was getting late and the giraffe had gone inside its house-all that was visible was its long thin neck. There had been much to see and we had seen it all even to the oldest inhabitant which a placard indicated had been living there half a century If you are looking for a thrill do go to the zoo THE 9 1 I ' Y - 1 ,QAX G. ll iii? 1. 11? ,' A l :jx , ff I f pf .Wax .I I ww.. .X ..., l , . . , , .. Hp 5 lil. ,wn 0 ' .dl i , 1 A lv -X I - e i Ll' fy I E Q . li, 4 S N Rx . Q lil Q 34 M 2 - VL.. . . E 42' 5 i'-- U' 3 Y I I . .. Q . -- . . l. ' V ' 'i - ' V x f A-. - ' ' 7 ' . 'x T17 R 1 Q f 4 I- . . 1 ' ' A x' , , il . . XX f l t 'qi ' if 5 fl' All Ll ll . l l N' 9 f All fl , 11' ' '51 - 1 -1-Il' QS ' ' -ii' ul-1 5 All . r ,nf . I ,N .4 i 'plan' pf' .J ............. .........3 ' LL! SILVER SANDS A 'QW 11

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tlmes and smce we all do that you must overlook its bad flults for lt hrs some good quahtlcs I IS my constant compamon th It IS except when xt takes xt 1nto 1tS head to get lost When the pocket book rs 1n a good humor lt 15 very oblrgmg and wxll go to any amount of trouble to find room for just one more artlcle It 15 very sympathetrc When I am 1n trouble 1C seems to know th1s and behaves admlrably as all good l1ttle pocketbooks should For mstance one mght I got on the street car and when I looked for fare to my dxsmay I found I had forgotten xt It was the stop before my destmatxon and I was almost embarrassed to tears when the hero stepped 1nto the p1cture m the form of my poCk6t book It took advantage of the next turn and fell ln the a1sle spxlhng out all the contents but what drd that matter? There stlckmg out from a folded paper lay 1 dehghtful sweet l1ttle welcome token After th lt thz1ll1 rt ue no pruse rs too hxgh for It Now you have the ups and downs the tmumphs and fallures the character and the real 1ns1de story of a pocketbook LIKE U N'T0 Q4 SSVIILE Plac1d Madonna of what do you thm Alone an the chapel there? Some say at s sorrow some say tts lore But somehow I thm It zs prayer Sages have hazarded guesses lzke these But none o them seem just rzght Once I thought you were gomg to tell When the sun sprayed your lzps wlth :ts hght Im wamng here or the sun to come Perhaps you wzll tell me then It should arrzve any mmute nou Ive sounded my last amen Lzttle chrld I heard you spea And rt made me want to tell Wzse men have guessed but none ever as ed Me where my thoughts dzd dwell When jesus was a httle box ust as small as you He used to bnng me gay bouquets Fresh wxth the shmmg dew Summer or wmter He always ound A blossom petal sweet To show no to en o Has love Would not find day complete SILVER SANDS One trme twas near the sun s descent And strll no gt t He brought But when the urld brrd reached its nest Has lzttle hand mme sought Mother whzspered a muted bell Today I ve a dz erent gr t I dropped my ace down close to H15 And He Hrs own d1d hft He zssed me then upon my lzps And held my mantle lzght It wasnt lz e Hrs good day rss Nor yet Hts fond good mght Majesty was there and gnc And sacnfice and prtde Son and Father God and Prlest I trted my tears to htde And so my eyes do glzsten now On canvas o a man Who felt the message He conveyed But couldnt understand 'Its not mv thoughts that shape my laps Wzth thus guess wrse men mass And st ll they azl to pzcture there Hrs beautl ul sacred :ss MARY Rmx HBYDEN 38 13 1 1 - 1 2 , 2' ' I 1 '. Il , 1 1 Z ., . ' ' ' . . . . , Q , a 1 1 . 5 . . . 1 . . 4 . 1. , , , . , , I .ng bt. , re' x - ' 9 1 1 1 1 1 ' - ' R 1 Y Y 1 1 1 .1 ,, U y. , I . 1 1 - AV 14 11 . I l f . - l 1. 1 n . . . I , 1 Y . . . . 1 , . . ' l ' li ' li 1 . , 1 . f fe . -- V . . , . . v ' . -1 - I .I , f . I Y 1 . .. , . I f 1 . . , 1 1 1 f , li f 2' 'f 9 , 1