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

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LOGUS Love peace after pam Love quzet after stram Love clouds dnftmg by Love stars m the sky Love fragrant deltcate and rare Love a mazd with a rose rn her hazr EMILY Lxrruz CB6'eAU'T'Y Beauty owers m all thezr splendor Beauty musrc sweet song bwds render Beauty meadows zs mountams hrgh Beauty the moon m a starry s Beauty the ocean deep and blue HANNAH Locus 38 SILVER SANDS HOCPE Hope sunshme after mght Hope daybreaks glowmg lzght Hope as Apnl s breezes warm Hope as somethmg that can brmg From out the frost a breath of sprmg JAN BT SWEENEY SFWUSIC Musac the smgmg breeze Musrc the swaymg trees Muswc a dream soothmg possessmg Musrc the ram cool and re reshmg Muszc love m search o a word And only by love us :ts real meamng heard MAME MCNULTY 38 'YOUTH 'Youth as spun rn franlest weave 'Youth as wise and yet natve 'Youth as ree as bzrds as sea T1s eloquent szmplzmty Thxs one bnef hour of fantasy O unaualgened ecstasy Mfuunj CAVANAUGH 38 23 is ' , is ' ' , is ' ' , is ' , is . ' . . is . . . . I , '38. is fl ' ' , is ' f ' . is I. . . , is ' ky. 'S ' is , 'S ' Beauty is a dream come Hue' Hope as shelter from the storm, , n 1 ' . . . Q , 40 . is , . J . is . J ' is , ' , ' . ' is '. , f ' : ' is ' f , 1 S I f ' - Q ' 1

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MADGB Do you doubt It? Now what IS the mat If only I were home and could take those long tramps through the country wrth Bob as I used to do MADGB So Its Bob agarn IS It? I suppose hes been advertlsmg the wonders of marrred hfe as usual LAURA Must you get cymcal every txme you mentron Bob? I mrght as well tell you now Ive de crded to marry hmm MADGE Laura' How can you poss1b1y give up a career In New York for a dull smug self satlsfied husband that wrll never get anywhere? You ll be stuck In that h1ck town for the rest of your lxfe' LAURA Lrsten to me please and try to under stand I want to be stuck as you call IC In that luck town for the rest of my hfe Bemg a good wlfe IS the only career Ill ever want I dont care If I ever see New York agaxn' MADGE QAghastj Not see New York agaxn' motwes Forgwe me If Ive made you unhappy ID tI'I1S last year I m sorry really I am LAURA You havent made me unhappy Madge ever It was my problem and I had to solve lt alone MADGB If I only thought you understood my reasons Thrs room the stalrs the d1rt they ve just been steppmg stones a budge I had to cross to get to that sought after shore I have to reach that shore' I must' Its as essentIal to me as your dream house 15 to you LAURA Our Ideas of success may not be the same but In thrs year we have dlscovered the 1ll11S1V6 embryo of happlness It was the most Important year of our lxves because It was the year In Wl'I1Ch we found our selves I understand that much at least You wxll come to see me often wont you Madge? ter wxth us anyway? Here we are gettmg senumen tal and exchangmg theorxes whxle the irst good dm ner we ve had In months awalts us It may be our anmversary celebratxon but we ll make It our fare well dmner too Well drmk a toast to Laura the successful wlfe' LAURA Oh I d1dnt mean that Ill come every trme you re In a new play and I hope I know they ll all be the seasons best MADGE fStrangely movedj I guess I have been rather selfish Im so wrapt up In my own career that I never took tIme to study anyone else or her LAURA And to Madge the successful actress' P6cu1C6 You are water touched to my laps In a burnmg desert of sand 'You are sweet sleep m the mght To soothe my fevered brow 'You are a lake crystal blue In far of land And an my solztary lonelmess you Come to me now 'You come to eager hopeful youth As calm upon a sea 'You come as moonbeams on Water m a. sslvery path of lnght 'You come to blossom In my heart After love s ecstasy 'You come as dawn In radzant glory From dark and shadowy mght. CATHERINE T WILSON, '38. 1 - u 1 ' ' 1 1 . , , . . g I a ' - 9 ' , ' ' 9 9 I ' D , . 1 1 , : ' - 5 5 . s ' 3 2 . . . . . n ' ' 1 Q - . , . , ' W ' 9 U ' 0 ' ' 9 I . Q , , 4 Q , 1 . , 9 9 9 , 5 ' 4 I 0 S ' D 1 - ' : , . I I I I , I I I the I I I I 22 SILVER SANDS

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I f you're looking for gripping drama or stirring thrills don't read . . . IT WAS snowing and the flakes on Elijah's clothing made him look like a sugared gumdrop-a licorice one, for he was shiny and black and sweet. In the late afternoon light he stood wearily piping, Payfpuhs, buy youah pay'puhs, payfpuhs, payfpuhs, pay-puhs . . . payfpuh, mistah? Now, at last, they were all sold and Elijah started homeward with lagging feet. Usually he hurried be' cause the soles of his shoes were almost as thin as his ragged little jacket, but tonight even the slush seeping through his cracked boots couldn't hasten him along. Spot was gone and Elijah would never feel the same again! Every day the muddy mongrel had stood close to the boy while he sold his papersg every day the pup had shivered with him, run with him-had even gone hungry with him. For Elijah was poor. Although his mammy took in washing and his pappy sometimes suffered spasmodic working spells to visit him, often the stew wouldn't stretch or the bread couldn't be cut thin enough. Now, tonight, the cheery jingling of pennies in his pockets was the only happy sound near Elijah. Of course, he didn't cry. All the tears he had ever held fell fast when he saw the dog catcher put Spot in the wired cage and drive away. He hadn't saved one to shed now. His little throat felt dry and cold from sucking in his breath so much. That was a habit he had when- ever his stomach was empty or his heart full. To' night, though, his tummy would feel warm and happy 'cause it was pay night for Mammy. Pay night meant bean soup-not thin, watery soup, but rich, heavy broth with brisket and a bone for-No! Spot wouldn't have a bone tonight, nor any other night. Now Elijah was running fast so those dry, hard sobs couldn't catch up with him. He stood for a long time before the rickety clapboard house with his little chin quivering and his brown eyes lusterless. Finally, he gave the paintless door a shove and shuffled into his home. It was a bare dwelling, but spotlessly clean and glowing under the leaping light of an open fire. The combined living room and kitchen held a sweet, soupy smell and was filled with the rhymthmic beat of Aunt Dilcey's contralto. 'Lo, gulped Elijah to the portly figure of his aunt rocking to and fro in a sagging cane chair. Hel-lo, 'Lijah honey, cadenced his aunt, did yo' papuhs all go slow today? Yo' is mighty late. Yo' mammy am sortin' de wash an' yo' pappy choppin' up some mo' pine sticks fo' de hah. 24 ELIJAH,