College of St Marys of the Springs - Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 106 of the 1912 volume:

COLLEGE ST. MARY'S OF THE SPRINGS 1 Glnllvgr 51. iJ1Hm'g'n nf 1112 Svpringn 1- . Brat Ifinnk ig Qlnlumhun, flbhin 1 1211 1-1912 mpc Q yung Q Qwrc T gum? i :Wig Q Enya :Wie Null :Wig cdblt ot 6011161118 An Elfin Parallel--Mildred jobe .................. Braided Light and Shadow-Laura Gal- lagher ..................................................................... The Gamut of Friendship--Helen K. Dittoe ..................................................................... The Case Against Malvolio-Pearl Cable Alda Webb's First Appearance-Helen K. Dittoe .........,.................................................. A Trip to Highland Park, etc.-Edna Snyder ..................................................................... Bein' A Little Girl-F. Lillian Magruder The Daisy-Pearl Cable ....................................... The Fountain of Perpetual Youth- Mary Frances Moore... ...................,........... . john Bull, Paddy and Uncle Sam as Wits-Madlyn Augustin ........................ La Feuille-Laura Gallagher.- ....... ............ Resignation-Edna Snyder ................ ........... To a Little First Communicant ........................ Echoes---Lillian Hickey .................................. ..... A Bit of Filigree from Nature-Marjorie T. Campion .................... ............................ The Message of the Water Lilies-Man garet McAllister ............................................. My Lost Pony ............................................................... Dickens, the Teacher-Lillian Magruder Hosea's Advice--Mildred ,lobe ........................ His Last Leap-Mae Smith .............................. Dress Reform at St. Mary's-Blanche Dunlap .................................................................. Reunion St. Mary's Alumnae H9111 ...... Alumnae Notes ............................................................ Little Miss Goobergrabbler-Mildred Swafford .................................. . ...................... . Annual Retreat ............................ ..,......... Uniforms-Grace Thimmes ....... ........... Chronicle ............................................ ........... Programs ........................... ........... Honors Conferred .............. ............ Crowning our Lady .............. ........... In Memoriam ................. ........... Acknowledgments ........ ........... Locals ................................... ............ Catalog of Students ........... .........,. 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A Midsummer 1:ight's lireamn Lepresentsf ShatllEsriezHre's sargguine period. - --.. ., ,.., ., Q - s owing is exu erance o you u ove an ima mation: T The Tervrli-Eesti? a piefiod of fcallm sweetness and diiciplined T T ftdsf' T powers. e rst te s us o e ladsome 'o ousness of life, new, and filled with hopeful ambitions. Ii is light and fresh and playful, bearing numerous traces of the youthfulness of the author. After its production, came success, progress in dramatic art, fully realized ambitions. Then followed a time when life was a fitful fever, filled with bitter disappoint- ments and keen suffering. Through all this our poet's character was not marredg these stages of life but deepened his understanding, and brought him to a period when he looked on life with kindlier eyes-with sympathy and peace. The Tempest is a product of this last stage. It is in the fairy element of the two plays that this contrast is most clearly drawn, and the reader must feel the difference in the author's views. To begin with, the general atmospheres are strikingly contrasted. In A Midsummer Night's Dream the entire atmosphere is light and fresh, delicate, and truly dreamlike. We and Ourselves viewing a whole great sunshiny world of fairies where the bright sunbeams spar- kle and dance on the airy beautiful wings of the dainty little creatures. And in this marvel- ous and joyous world the mischievous Puck and his companions, by their merry pranks, set the whole company in tunesome harmony, the lady fairies' laughter, like the tinkling of many thousands of tiny silver bells, mingling with the deeper musical notes of the fairy knights. We watch the fairy as she dances o'er the green, dewing the orbs, painting the lovely blos- soms. and making all nature beautiful- these magic folks are the artists of nature. The 3 . H! M Ox ' gayety pleases and fascinates us--it is as if we were looking into a great crystal ball, and benoicung the wonders within. All is love and fun and laughter-such a world of happiness! Now 111 N1 he 1 CUIPCSV' there 15 H falfy world, but it is not the brilliant, laughing, comic fairy W0rld OI ine earner drama- Underlying the marvelous, there is strong current of seri- OUSIICSSS we Ieel Ull'0U8n0l1!1 that what the magic creatures do has an important and fixed pur- pose. l:..very action is to accomplish something, is directed toward an end, 'The fairies du not mt about in piaylulness and caprice, but are busily engaged in arranging the threads of the Clrarna. and ln aCCOIIlPllShlIlg the purposes ot Frospero. l-lere, Fairyland has for its represen- lHllVeS Ariel and ballDHn- 'lhey are lh0UShts more than imagesg the former beautitul and SnaCl0W.Y-lllie. !1n0U8h W1Se and lnlellecluali the latter, ugly, beastlike, and treacherous. Ariel has in everything the airy tint which gives the name-Caliban is gross in feelings and 1Ina8eSi he nee lnrelleelual powers, but not moral sense. Ariel is spirit without sense, Cal- iban is sense without spirit. 'il hese fairy creations make the atmosphere heavier and we feel lhelr POWer and Strength- While We learn I0 know well only these two creatures, we feel that the all surrounding air is hlled with the shadowy forms and shapes of which Ariel and Caliban are representatives. l Contrasting pictures illustrating the different atmospheres are the struggles of Oberon and Titania with Cupid and the shipwreck-one caprice and frivolity, the other a serious design. Oberon and Titania love. quarrel, and are reconciled, but there is no depth or serious out- come of the incident. ln it we feel the poet laughing, as it were, under his breath at poor human nature. How giddy! How foolish! we almost hear him say. l-low he smiles at idle love and fascination-at jealousy! The whole is a satire on man's weakness in the power of Cupid. Titania is capricious, breaks the law of the family, leaves her husband because he will not patiently dance in our round. She falls desperately in love with the hideous Bottom, a horrid brute. l-low truly blind is love! The gross clown does not appreciate her -her ideal perfection and love are wasted. Soon a reconciliation is accomplished between herself and Oberon, and straightway the clown is forgotten. Puck executes the deed-peace is restored, and the fairy laughter rings through the land again. Such is the seriousness of the fairy tale of A Midsummer Night's Dream. ln The Tempest Ariel causes the storm, scatters the ship's crew, and disperses them about the island. The sprite is sovereign over the powers of Nature, and directs the elements for the accomplishment of his master's designs. By Ariel's mysterious music, the lovers, Fer- dinand and Miranda are brought together. The final reconciliation is achieved by Ariel. I-le seems to know the action of the drama, and flashes out of the air instantly. Too, Caliban's conspiracy is felt throughoutg we know that he is plotting against his master. So the atmos- phere is evidently heavier and in remarkable contrast to that of the earlier drama. Another dissimilarity presents itself! ln A Midsummer Night's Dream fairy controls and influences man-in The Tempest, man commands fairy. The lovers in the wood near Athens are entirely at the mercy of the mischievous sprites who work upon them, deceive them, and lead them about by appearances. Man is the game and sport of the playful elves. They trick the lovers and then laugh at their success-at the discomfort of their victims who act not through their own intelligence and wisdom, but through the influences of their captors. l-low absolutely helpless they are! What comic discord and confusion Puck causes be- tween the lovers by anointing the wrong person! What sport for Fairyland! Certainly, this is not so in the later play. Ariel and Caliban and all their tribe are ab- solutely and entirely under the command of Prospero. They are his slaves, bound in obed- ience to him-he is the lord of the Spirit World. All the influences within his magic circle ' 4 ww Q ww . ww e ww . ww . ww 3 ww 1 wuz i ww are subdued by him. It seems that nothing within this sphere of ideality can resist him. Cal- iban's plans against his master are frustratedg he is helpless without the consent of Pros- pero- , l-low fine my master isl I am afraid he will chastise me. It is unmistakably evident that these sprites are powerful only in their service to Prospero. What lessons, what moral teachings do we glean from these fairy worlds? Are their marvelous happenings only to amuse and entertain? Most assuredly, Shakespeare has intro- duced the ethical element into the fairy tales of his dramas. Now, in A Midsummer Night's Dream the moral lesson is not enforced, nor is it distinctly clear. We must inter- pret its teachings ourselves-we must seize these shadowy forms and shapes, and force from them their lessons. It is a land of dreams, a world upside down, but, nevertheless, it is in itself, real and wondrously beautiful. These same dainty little creatures so fine and delicate. who love all things neat and sweet and beautiful, punish the lazy and slattern, and aid the in- dustrious. That bewitching little rascal, Puck, chuckles over the consequences of his errors. l-low he enjoys the weaknesses of humanity! My lord, what fools these mortals bel Certainly, this drama is an intrigue of capricious love. The mirror is held up to nature, but the one strong ethical lesson is not forced upon us, as it plainly is in the play contrasted. ln The Tempest there is an evident design for good. Ariel is the sole cause of right- ing the wrong done to Prospero. After having avened the WYODS done his master- thus ao' complishing poetic iustiee in the drama, his ministration does not cease: for he not only in- Hicts punishment. but brings true repentance upon the wrongdoers-uhearts' sorrow and a clear life ensuing. Having been a Minister of Fate. he is an Angel of Relfloollon-Ariel is Destiny in as much as his powers incense the seas and shores, yea, all creatures to requite the Quiltv act. committed against Prospero and his daughter, the fair. innocent Miranda. Clearly does this reveal the truth that when a wrong is done in our old world. the whole of nature is aroused to avenge it-to erase it. Such experience is S0 C0mm0nlv and oft-times re- peated that we are convinced that nature. herSelf. feels keenly the dreadfulness of wronsz- and seeks to I-,lot if our, The laws gf the Real World have permitted and concealed the in- iustiee. but Providence. Ariel. causes order and iustice to .be brought forth. The guiltv soul of the wanderer is brought back to a consciousness of l1lS evil. The guilt like poison be.-'zins to bite the spirits of the penitentsf' Forgwenoss follows- Such is the forcible lessen taught us bv the poet through his fairy folk. I , Truly are we convinced that the contrast in the lW0 Cfeellons 15 marked. is vital: vet from their composite studv. it is strongly revealed that the activities of nature and men take place by the instrumentalitv of the supernatural Hgeneles- n There must be 3 Producing cause. whether it be God, angel. fairy or demon-a Power suponor to 'laluro and moo- We efe aided to understand a little better, life. that study that vexee the Wlsesl and to fealile the noth- ingness and emptiness and vanity of its outward Pegeanlfy- And. like the baseless fabric of th1S VISIOH. The cloud-eapp'd towers, the Rorfleetle Palaeee, The solemn temples, the great globe llSelf, Yea, all which it inherit. shall dis90lVe- And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are Such Stoll . . A5 dreams are made Of: and our little life IS rounded with a sleep. MILDRED Joan, 'I 3. 5 ww g papa um: Lkwlc Q tuning a LNWI6 Q :WC P new Njlf . Braided Eight and Shade NE of the glories of Shakespeare's art lies in his ability to blend the tragic and the comic element in his plays. With exquisite N' f W ' nicety he weaves together the droll and the sublime, the ludi- crous and the solemn, the ridiculous and the serious. With him comedy and tragedy are not things incompatible, but are per- fusive and permeating ingredients of his make-up. He shows , us this, when, instead of separating the two, he simply places them in different relations and positions. What was back- ground becomes foregroundg what was under-current becomes if -I -X7 7 upper-current. He makes each more perfect by blending it with the other. In his tragedies he relaxes our minds and re- leases us from the intense strain of the tragic action, by conjur- ing up some unexpected fun and mirth which we enjoy all the more because it is a surprise. In the same way, in his comedies, he draws our minds to the serious things of life by some delicate touch of pathos. Our poet is with tears and laughter for all time, and he has so success- fully mixed the two that we would not be content with the one without the other. Of a truth we like best those tragedies which have a vein of humor running through them, and those comedies in which there is a serious thread. As You Like It, Twelfth Night excepted, may truly be called Shakespeare's gayest comedy: yet from the very outset, there is sufficient matter to create a tragedy. The Duke is deprived of his lawful right, his dukedomg Rosalind and Celia are banished from the court, and many good men, who remain true to the unfortunate duke are exiled. But do they complain about the ways of Providence? Instead they wear cheerful countenances and hopefully look on the bright side of life. Touchstone, the fool, is a great factor in aiding Rosalind and Celia to keep their spirits above the sinking point. But despite the good nature of these dwellers in the Forest Arden, there is one character who casts a feeling of gloom and depression wherever he chances to be. Jaques, the melancholy philosopher rails against all goodness and virtue in the world, and indeed, he believes the world to be as bad as he paints it. Virtue buf- feted, oppressed, and wronged is his special delight and forms the most salient point in his gloomy meditations. Still beneath all his melancholy, we cannot help but discern his clevemess. He is quite skillful in his art, but his ingenuity catches at the lowest phase of everything. In his one speech beginning All the world's a stage, we see, fully portrayed, his morbid character. His speech is the wonderful working out of a brilliant idea, but melancholy, as to its outcome. He sees nothing lovely in the helpless babe: his melancholy mind makes everything out disa- greeable- the whining school-boy, the sentimental lover, the soldier quick to quarrel, and so on until he reaches the climax by saying, ' ' ' ' v l ' . Last scene of all, l That ends this, strange, eventful history, ' Is second childishness and mere oblivion, , Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. 6 :src we We We e We I We . we We we le How terrible Jaques makes it to grow oldl Truly, with him, the world is no more than a stage, and his fellow-creatures are merely players. What a strange world it would be if everyone thought as Jaques. Yet he has his place and purpose in the drama just as shadows have theirs in a picture. As Jaques is the only character throughout the comedy As You Like it who causes us to feel down-hearted and depressed, so in the tragedy Hamlet, the Prince himself is the principal character who enlivens and freslrens our minds. There are, it is true, minor char- acters who furnish us with cause for laughter, but it is almost entirely in their relations with Hamlet, through whom a vein of humor runs, even in the sorest trials, adding depth and mel- lowness to his most passionate strains of eloquence. He makes a fool of old Polonius, who unconsciously to himself becomes intensely amusing. The elder man believes Hamlet to be mad and treats him accordingly. Hamlet tells Rosencrantz and Guildenstern that Polonius is but a great baby and when he puts in his appearance, Hamlet turns his every speech so that the old chamberlain is made to appear ridiculous. Another scene illustrative of this dual power in Shakespeare is the grave-diggers' scene. Here are men who are engaged in performing the 'most gruesome task who yet joke and laugh. At first they talk of things of great moment in the world, their speeches being the more ridiculous because of their attempted adherence to formal rules of logic: but soon they come down to congenial jest and banter, and finally end in trying to satisfy the gross appetite. One says to his companion, Go, get thee to Yanghaug fetch me a stoup of liquor. Waiting for his companion's return, he digs and sings a youthful ditty of love. While he is singing Hamlet appears and between them there ensues a lively struggle of wit. The man who has fooled and puzzled the whole court by his strange quibbles, is now beat at his own game. If we had not this light side-play, the action of the tragedy would oppress us. The poet, feeling this, surprised us by introducing it at a time when we least expected it. -So it is with his best tragedies. If there were no humor to relieve the intense strain of heavy action, his tragedies would seem to lack something. Because the humor is unexpected, it forces us to laugh merrily and unrestrainedly. Again in Lear, a great tragedy like Hamlet. we find the most perfect example of Shakespeare's art in blending the light and the serious element. How many heavy burdens have been lightengd, and weary hearts refreshed by the fool and his merry banter. He may seem to babble to no purpose. vet if we look cl0Sely, we shall see that his words always do some good. Throughout dark and pathetic scenes we follow him as we would follow. with our eye. a beautiful golden thread woven in some dark material. True, he is but a fool. and his part is to keep before us the original idea. but he plays l1lS Dart so well, and even though his heart is breaking. he iests and iolces in such a bright manner' that we needs must l0VC the pathetic little fellow. What would the old king do Wlfheut the merry b0Y who calls him mme1e'g Indeed- I- mfs me Wmgd seem strange without his fool to cheer him. But it is in the tempest Scene that We find the best mixture of the comic and tragic ele- ment- what a fitting atmosphere for Such a scene! All external nature in war, and internal nature in battle The king, once so haughty and strong is now but a weak and senseless old man. Here in the Stormlbeaten hovelu wirh the madness of Lear. the feigned madness of Ed- gar, and the Witty Words of the fggl, we feel ourselves strangely out of place. We cannot keen from bursting into laughter when Edgar. 1105108 as POOY Tom. SHYS- Bless thy five wits: Tom's a-cold, 0, dg de, do de, do de--Bless thee from whirl-winds, star- blasting and taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and there again, and there, and away goes the blanket-clad 7 ww j nw! , M1415 gzwrc funn: kxwlf QWIQ Q twig j QW45 ' Edgar chasing the imaginary fiend. Laughter breaks forth in peal after peal as we watch poor Tom. The storm still rages violently and Lear asks if E.dgar's daughters have brought him to this, and he asks it in such a pathetic manner, that as we laugh our throats catch and what was once a laugh is now a deep-drawn sob. At this point ofintense action in Lear is reached the climax of the play and what better place could the poet have chosen? But the perfect type of the blending of the two elements and the climax of the drama occurring simultaneously is seen in the Merchant of Venice. Here is a play which has often been called a tragi-comedy. The comic element bal- ances the tragic element. Gratiano and Gobbo, principally, furnish the humor, while An- tonio, Bassanio, Portia and Shylock present the tragic element. The point of great perfec- tion in the blending of the two occurs at the climax, the Trial Scene. All hearts are stirred now by fearful expectation and now by youthful hope. Everyone longs for something to happen which will save Antonio's life and relieve their anxiety, but as the Jew steadfastly refuses to be paid, even to thrice the sum loaned when he refuses to be paid. except by the pound of promised flesh, all hope dies. What a strange scene follows! Our hearts are in a peculiar conflict of emotions as we hear the court-room echo the different voices. Now the Jew, with sharp, spiteful snaps calls for his pound of flesh, refusing all offers of money. An oath, an oath, he says, I have an oath in heaven. Shall I lay periury upon my soul? . No, not for Venice. Now the room is hushed as Portia pours forth her musical eloquence. begging for mercy. Now the atmosphere becomes holv with Antonio's breathings of true friendship and love: now rings with the fierce words of Gratiano and his fiercer speeches of sarcastic mirth. l-iere Shakespeare uses a powerful weapon, one dangerous in the hands of another, but trenchant and effective when fully warranted. Gratiano, ridiculinsz Shvlock, jeeringlv echoes his words. He hates the ,few for attempting to take the life of the friend he loves and he hesitates not a whit to show his hatred. Vfhen Portia asks, V7hat mercy can you render him Antonio? Gratiano answers quickly A halter gratis: nothing else for God's sake. V Wliat bade fair to be a tragedy and what would have been one had a single mis-step been taken tums our to the satisfaction of all: and Gratiano. who wishes but the Welfare of his friends is happy as the rest. Wino but Shakespeare could thug have braided together the light and the shadow of life -could have made us laugh and sob in turns? Even todav as we drop a tear to the memorv of this man so great among his fellows we reioice in the thought of the blessings with which he has enriched his race. ' ' L LAURA GALLAGHER. 'I 2. QT iqxx 9 . S K, . na f' H '. ,xlq !tJlLJQ.::f it terms 8 CAMPUS ENTRANCE TO COLLEGE Wu will ww Q wwf , :wig . :swf 1 swf 5 :swf 1 N045 f the Gamut of Friendship N perusing the Shakespearean drama that which strikes the mind most forciby is the poet's ability to depict and interpret vividly 'X'X'W7f Wfm and accurately every phase of human life. Always a master, he is nowhere more markedly so than in dealing with man in that l noblest of relations-friendship. Shakespeare has treated friendship in its every guise and has left nothing untouched that . , would show us its beauty, sweetness and power when true, and 5- : ,, , iz? , ,, :A rf' and its danger when perverted. Thus at times the friendship is ska'-fsewfffif' .1 f 1 d ' ' ' - h T epgrgkgi, T presente as a se, I esignmg, cunning, at ot ers. as mercenary, T s BA? T self absorbed, self interested, or again as suspicious, doubting, distrustful. Then on the other hand, he has sympathetically dis- closed it in its true light, with all its channing attributes and has shown us how and when the loyal friendship is found and used. If we take the friendship presented in Cymbeline, we have an excellent example of the false type. Here to some extent the unworthy friendship is manifested in the queen's actions towards Posthumus and lmogeng yet more fully is the perfidious friend exploited in the per- son of lachimo. Keenly, cunningly he wove his web entangling Posthumus firmly within its silken threads. Posthumus not being of a doubting nature did not at all suspect the stranger, with whom he had entered into intimate relations, to be plotting against him Yet, this cun- ning friend after receiving in token of confidence the diamond, given as a pledge by Imogen to Posthumus, departed, secretly planning within his heart some unjust method of entrapping Imogen, the wife of Posthumus Iachimo led Posthumus to believe that he wished to place as implicit faith in womankind as did lmogen's husband, while his design was in reality to sever the bonds that held Pos- thumus so strongly to his consort and to destroy the husband's faith in human friendship and love. This design he craftily fulfilled. By bribing the attendants at the home of Cymbeline, lmogen's father, he gained what he wished, an entrance to the house, an interview with Imo- gen and the assistance of several of the servants to help him in his project. After thoroughly examining the sleeping apartments of Imogen and taking from her arm the bracelet, given to her by Posthumus, he returns to the husband and under the guise of deep friendship, adduc- ing his apparent proofs of her infidelity, he expresses his .seeming sympathy and offered words of advice. Yet, after all, what did his plotting, scheming and crafty cunning gain for him? As is generally the case, at first, success: but designing amlty having no foundation at all to support it, failed when the goal was almost attained and the coveted prize almost within its grasp. This is ever the grand finale of false friendship. Not far removed from false friendship. is the mercenary type. This devotion with all its feigned interest and assumed regard Shakespeare' has plainly unveiled Jin his tragedy, Julius Caesar, in the attitude of Caius Cassius to Brutus. The two men are friends throughout the play, but we feel that the affection of Brutus .is wholly sincere, while that of Cassius is largely assumed. Cassius needs Brutus, needs his influence with the people, his re- putation for honor and uprightness, to give weight to the COHSPIFHCY aSaiHSf Caesar and Sets about to win him over by flattery and protestations of esteem. I-Ie' succeeds only too well. 9 , nfl his ww . guy: pup: Q twig I time . guyz g guy: , NHC . :Wig . Brutus, though perhaps blindly, is led to the commission of a grievous wrong and finally meets his doom through hearkening to the counsel of an unworthy friend. The next form of imperfect friendship, presented is the suspicious. An excellent and enduring example of the ,untrusting friend is given in that sweetest of Shakespeare's comedies, The Winter's Tale. Here Leontes, the king of Sicily, furnishes the type. He suspects first his wife, then Polixenes, who has been his unseparable companion from youth. In the beginning of the drama we see Leontes in all the vigor and strength of manhood and we hold him as an exemplar to humanity, as the ideal husband, but when he entertains unjust suspicions of his consort Hermione and his loyal friend, he begins to lose in favor and by his jealous and distrustful nature he drags himself down almost too low to rise. Had he only trusted and loved as did his wife and friend, how very different would their lives have been! But when sus- picion has once effected an entrance into the mind, it is seldom that the one in fault realizes his blindness and injustice, until too late. Thus we see how very much better it would be to form no friendship at all, if it cannot be void of groundless and unreasonable suspicion. But behind these travesties of friendship vainly has been striving to appear the one and only friendship of the world-the true. Search where we may, nowhere can we find so true a type of the thoroughly loyal friend as in Antonio The Merchant of Venice. Here, the love that binds a man to one in particularamong his fellows, has its most beautiful exemplifi- cation, for Antonio was the truest, most loyal and self-sacrificing of friends. It was for Bas- sanio that he staked his life, and it was for Bassanio that he would have given it willingly and without a pang. No artful cunning, no self interest, no suspicions, prompted this free offering. No, nothing, nothing but the true and honest friendship felt by Antonio for his cherished com- panion motived this almost super-human act. Antonio shows, in the following lines, his deep love for Bassanio. Give me your hand, Bassanio: fare you welll Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you, For herein Fortune shows herself most kind Than is her custom: it is still her use To let the wretched man out live his wealth, To view with hollow eyes and wrinkled brow An age of poverty: for which lingering penance Of such misery doth she cut me off. Commend me to your honorable wife: Tell her the process of Antonio's end: Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death, And when the tale is told bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not once a love. Repent but you that you shall love your friend: And he repents not that he pays your debt: For if the J ew do cut but deep enough, I'll pay it presently with all my heart. Thus has Shakespeare given us friendship in its every guise. p He has shown us the wiles and the punishment of the false friend, the end destined for those who think only of self, the heart aches and wretchedness of those who are suspicious and the true and priceless worth of those who are loyal. HELEN K. Dl'I'I'OE., 'l3. 10 ww 1 ,wg f wg i .wg If r-we f wg t :wg :wg s W5 If l the Ease Hgainst malvolio - Ji? -fff VER since the beginning of the world, God has iven to some people the power of winning friends by their mega personality. 1. 7-LM They are pleasant, cheerful, sympathetic, making it almost im- possible for one not to like them, often even in spite of palpable faults and failings. Then on the other hand, there are persons of sterling virtuewho do not possess this magnetic attraction, but are afflicted with disagreeable peculiarities and have a faculty K X Q 1 of arousing antipathy 'in the breasts of .their fellow mortals. X ' Those belonging to this second class it is asserted, are often misjudged, and both in literature and in life. do not receive their just deserts. But after all, are these disagreeable qualities as a rule inseparable from personality? Are they not in nine cases out of ten under the control of the will? l A character much discussed in this connection is Malvolio in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Those who champion his cause urge that on account of his unattractive manner- isms, he has been misjudged by the public and unfairly dealt with by the poet himselfg that he is honest and trustworthy, upright and religious, and zealous in the performance of duty: that he meets with nothing but vexation and humiliation, and is the only character of the play not made happy in the end. Now how far is all this true? Is not Malvolio himself re- sponsible for his unlovely character and consequently for his misfortunes? Let us see what is to be said in support of such a view. One of the first things we have against Malvolio is his astounding ignorance of the wo- manly nature. If he had shown a little sense in this regard, he would have escaped any amount of trouble. To think that the Lady Olivia could love him was sheer madness on his part, nothing more. Even if, for some unaccountable reason, she had done so, she was too much the greatlady to lower her position to marry a steward, let alone one of her own paid servants. l , Again if Malvolio had truly loved Olivia, loved her for her sweetness and goodness and because he could not help himself. we might fmglve hlmv but to Want to marry ber for her money, there is no name for himl True an effort has been made to exonerate him from this charge. but he did, in fact, thirst for wealth,-lf Was bla Clllaf alms alWaYS Uppermost in his mind. He longed for power and position. That he did not really care for Olivia is revealed in his soliloquies whem he Plans his life after hls drea'Ped'Qf marriage with her: there is no mentign of anything but spending her money .and dommeermg over her household. This domineering Spirit is indeed one gf his most odious traits. l-le manifests it all through the play, and as for religious feeling... lie has. none. He is harsh and repellent and never loses an opportunity of showing that lie is a trifle better than most people. True Christianity teaches charity and meekness of heart. n I . l-le is iealous' too, and we get a delightful impression of his manly OJ character in that little incident where he tries to ridicule Feste, the clown, and show-off before the Lady. Well the Lady soon tells him what she thinkS Of hlm when She Says! . Oh you are sicli of self-love, Malvolio, and taste Wltll a dlafempafed aPPetlfC-H 11 ' tw., . ,,N .l ra ' T TJAT We e we a we a :wc a we a :wc we e :wc e we e In the drinking scene where he gets into trouble with Sir Toby, Malvolio is thoroughly in his element. He stalks into the room as though he owned the place and orders Sir Toby to keep quiet or leave. This is not the first time he has tried to show his authority with Sir Toby and the latter rebels, determining to have revenge. If Malvolio had administered reproof in the right way, it would no doubt have been received in the right way, but he ordered others around not because it was his duty to the Lady Olivia,-bless you, no,-he never thought of her comfort or interest, but because he so loved to lord it over somebody that he did not know how to admonish with tact and charity. Then as a direct consequence of the drinking scene, we have the letter scene, in which he finds the missive Maria has left for him. l-le might have known better than to believe its con- tents. because it was not at all in Olivia's style and with this he must, of course, have been familiar. Then, too, was it very likely that a woman of Olivia's ideas would drop a love letter in so public a place as that garden? Could not others besides Malvolio walk there? Noth- ing but inflated egotism could have been deceived by so transparent a trick. Some people nevertheless have called Malvolio sensible. Surely they must have lost sight of him waltzing up and down that garden path, pretending to wind a watch and practising his future behavior as Olivia's husband. If no other evidence were forthcoming, in this incident alone Malvolio would be self-condemned, for he shows he is conceited by planning for his future wardrobe. he shows he is revengeful by planning what he will do to Sir Toby, and he shows he is a fool for doing any of these things at all. l Following the garden episode, comes the sad scene which is the beginning of the end of Malvolio, in other words, that where he comes to Olivia rigged out in a manner no man of reason would want to be seen in by a woman, let alone, by the woman he wishes to marry. Had he ever had the slightest chance of winning Olivia, that would have ended it, for when she saw him in that costume with that sickly self-complacent smile on his face, she must have almost hated him. l'-le had fondly thought she would succumb at once to his irresistible charms, but suddenly his hopes were blasted: instead. being suspected of being a madman, he was hurried away in spite of all his protestations. to pay the penalty of his overweening vanity. And what was his punishment? Wherein was it bevond his deserts? No one laid hand on him with the intention of harming him. l-le was merely placed in a dark cell like a naughty child, and left to repent of his past follies. Nothing is better for a man than a place of solitude, a time for reflection and repentance. Malvolio never would have seen his foolish- ness unaided. so it was little short of an act of kindness for someone else to reveal it to him. After this who can sav he received no compensation for his humiliations? l-le was made to see himself in his true light, and such a lesson is well worth a few hours of suspense in a dark- ened room. PEARL CABLE, Special. 'SZ 'Si 'SZ N? QS 09 0 4, . els --as 12 a1+a.i+m+aa+sm.+na+L 4+Q1.J.+.nD+141Q+14+n D+c4+sJ+1 Hldd wQblD'S fll'Sl HDPQGYGIICQ . NE. evening in November when the last rays of the sinking sun Z X ' ' had disappeared, leaving the earth in that mysterious dusk, which preludes the dark, Alda Webb bounded up the steps of - her aunt's home, the only one she knew, and burst unceremon- iously in upon her aunt's reverie. The room in which Miss Tremont was seated was a large, old-fashioned one. Four low, broad windows allowed great Hoods of sunshine to enter during the day and gave wide views of the starry heavens at night. The floor was carpeted with a heavy brussels rug and the furniture was of colonial mahogany. Everything in the room bespoke taste and refinement, but the most cheerful feature was the open fire-place, with its massive brass andirons across which were several cedar logs burning briskly, giving an air of cosiness that only an open fire can produce. l Oh, auntyl exclaimed the excited child, did you think I was never coming? I was afraid myself that I'd never finish, but now all the decorating is over and everything is ready for tomorrow. We're going to have a glorious time, aunty. The recitations are all splen- did and there are many surprises in store for the babies. But, Aunt Gene, what's the mat- ter? suddenly broke off Alda, for her aunt did not seem to hear her lively chattering. Miss Tremont started. Why dear, I didn't hear you come in. You didn'tl Well really, Aunt Gene, I can't imagine what's wrong with you tonight, for you always said that you could hear me from the time I left school until I reached home, and I'm sure I made more noise than usual tonight, because I ran all the way home and fairly burst in here. 1 Did you, dear, was the only response. 1, Alda noticed that her explanation had fallen almost unheeded, so slipping to her knees she took her aunt's hands in her own and pressing .them softly asked, Please, aunty. what's the matter? Can't you tell your little girl just this time? Why, you foolish child, there's nothing the matter. You must be letting your imagina- tion run away with you, replied the aunt, trying to assume her usual cheerfulness. Now run along and change your dress. Aren't the girls coming down this evening? No, aunty. they're notg and please, if you don't mind, I'm not going. to change my dress. It's so very comfy here that I think I'll stay and try my method of driving away this dreadful case of blues. n u Alda glanced smilingly into her aunt's eyes and was greatly surprised to find in them the unmistakable traces of tears. I I . Oh please, please tell me, aunty? Have you been thinking again of that dreadful hap- pening that occurred so very long ago on a certain eighth of December? Yes, dear, I'm compelled to admit that it is the remembrance of that memorable day which causes me to forget myself tonight. . 13 ei' Fl ' gall!! s W 0 ww , ,Wu 2 ,Nui ,Wulf f ,milf L twill . ww 5 Aww . ww , And you won't tell me? I don't suppose I could make it any easier, but, you know, it's such a comfort to feel that some one else besides yourself knows and understands. Regina Tremont smiledg but the smile that was usually so cheerful and bright was to- night, in the scarlet glow of the fire, almost ghostly. No, little girl, not tonightg some other day. Perhaps when you're grown. Why, Aunt Gene, you know I'm fifteen now, and I can't see how a few years can make any difference. You just never intend to tell me. UYCS. Alda I will. 'Listen to me. Clear. for the girl had turned away with an aggrieved air- HTl'1e Hi8ht before YOU make YO'-11' first appearance in public I'll tell you the whole story of my girlhood. You know, it is my ambition to have you excel in elocution and win the first diploma given for Dramatic Art. S0 work hard for my sake and graduate soon from dear old St. Rose's. E Noi you can't bribe me that way. Aunt Gene. Remember it will be four years be- fore I can finish my studies in that course. You simply want me to work hard and win renown and fame before the world and I'm not going to. So therel just as this moment Alda's pet dog, Raggles, came up, and taking him in her lap Alda whispered audibly into his furry ear, Raggles there's someone in this room that I don't love and it isn't you and it isn't me. Come on, let's go down to the kitchen and see what ,Iane'll give us. But when Alda reached the culinary department, she found the usually optimistic Jane in a humor with which no one would dare to trifle: so taking her skates she wended her way to the pond. L There she found a crowd of boys and girls enjoying to the full extent the havoc Jack Frost had played with the water. - J Alda had just finished adjusting her skates when a number of the girls came up exclaim- ing excitedly, Oh, hurry onl The boys have an addition to their number tonight and have challenged us to a race to the mill. Won't you join? Of course, and mind, girls, we're going to win. We did last night and we will to- night, too. ' The girls then joined the remainder of the crowd, who were grouped around the fire the boys had built and Alda was introduced to the stranger, who bore the name of Wick Grey. All waited impatiently for the signal, which was delayed, but when it did sound, only three were ready, two boys and a girl. The boys were Wick Grey and Bob Ross, the girl. Alda Webb. ' Alda, being light and graceful, flew over the glassy surface with astonishing rapidity, and Bob seeing that undoubtedly she would win, gave up the contest, returning to the fire. But Wick redoubled his speed, and although he did gain rapidly, Alda reached the goal fully five minutes before he did. When Alda discovered that her opponent was the new-comer she skated on around to the other side of the mill and back to her companions. Wick followed, skating slowly. Putting his hand into his pocket he drew from it a dandelion he had found, earlier during the day. It's strange how this little blosson has lived through all this severe weather, he mused. How fresh it is yet. Who would think that such a frail thing would be hardy enough to resist these bleak November winds and snows. By this time he was near the crowdvwho were anxiously awaiting his return, for Alda had reached them and the girls were greatly elated over what they termed, our successg 14 ww . gunz 5 wuz Q mfg g QWIC Q :wif j ,wuz 3 ,wuz 5 ,twig 3 while the boys, Doubting Thomasesf' as usual, refused to believe Alda's statement, that she had won, until Wick should confirm it. Yes, he replied promptly, a gleam of admiration in his clear, honest eyes, I'm com- pelled to admit that Miss Webb won. It's the first time in my life I ever meta girl who could skate without the assistance of at least a dozen props. So if there's a prize, it goes to her and she deserves it, too. Oh, we don't give prizes, replied one of the girls. Well, we will this time, said Wick, remembering the flower he had found, and if you will accept this, he continued, turning to Alda and with mock courtesy offering her the dandelion, We shall extend to you our sincerest congratulations. Half an hour later when Alda entered the house, fearing her aunt had not missed her, she banged the door most forcibly, but the noise did not effect Miss Tremont who was still lost in the reminiscences of her girlhood. Coming to the conclusion that it was kinder not to disturb her aunt's reverie, Alda quietly slipped to her room, and as she removed her coat the dande- lion fell to the floor. She stooped and picked it up, then as if a sudden thought had seized her, carried it to her little book-case and opening a volume of l..owell's poems, laid it softly between the pages to mark the poem, To a Dandelion. H .. In one of the most beautiful residences of Newport, Phyllis Grey, a stately widow sat waiting for the return of her son, who had gone with his uncle to a distant city. At last she heard the well known quick, firm step of her boy. He ran lightly up the steps, opened the door, quickly disposed of his overcoat and hat and then crossing the hall entered his mother's boudoir. where he knew she would be waiting for him. Well, mother mine, he exclaimed as he threw his arms around her, were you anxious about me while I was gone? It seems ages since I saw you last and it has been a whole ten days. Truly, mother dear, there's no place like home. Mrs. Grey gazed fondly into the eyes of the handsome youth, and answered, Yes, dear, I confess that I have been a little anxious but since you are with me again, we'll not discuss that. Suppose you tell me of your trip. Was Uncle Frank's business successful and how did you enjoy yourself? Oh yes, motherl everything turned out just as uncle had hoped. The speculation proved to be greater than he had dreamed, so you see you were right when you said for him to trust to Providence. I'm very glad to hear it, but now tell me what you have been doing all this time? Well, mother, after uncle had transacted his business in Utica we went to a little village in Virginia, named Lorentia to see a friend of his. At the name, l..orentia, Ml'S- GYCY Started and turned VCYY white. Mother dearest, are you ill? cried the startled boy. ' Ne, ne, not in the least, you foolish boy, replied his mother, as she laid her hand caressingly on his head. The name Lorentia simply recalls a dear friend I once had who lived there. And where is she now, mother? ' I don't know, dear, we lost trace of each other after I had left school: but continue with your story, Wick. , I iiwell. when we reached the little town. 1111616 and I went to Ross s. They are charm- U18 People, and that evening Bob, their son, took me with him to the pond. There I met 3 15 ww . smug 3 M45 . :wif e Nui i ming , Wag , mug f :WC , crowd of boys and girls and we boys raced the girls to the mill, about a mile and a half disf- tant. Naturally the boys won. Oh, there's the rub, mother. We didn't. Only one girl raced with us and she fairly flew over the ice, reaching the goal a long time before I did. I suppose your felt your defeat keenly since you don't often have experiences of that kind, the mother smiled. , No, mother, somehow I didn't, Wick replied, changing the subject abruptly and omit- ting all mention of the dandelion. Now see how late it has grown. Come, it's time to retireg but just a minute, Wick, for he had moved towards the door, would you mind so very much if we should leave New- port? I somehow feel as though I needed' a change. Oh, no, mother, nothing would please me better. You know I hate Newport, so when ever you're ready to go, I am. Very well then. Just as soon as I can arrange it with my lawyer we'll leave here and go to Seaville where I used to live in my girlhood days, before I met your father. III Four years have passed and our little Alda, although only nineteen, is a most beautiful girl and by studying most diligently has, at last, realized her aunt's hopes of being awarded the first diploma in elocution, from St. Rose's. , -Miss Tremont and her niece no longer live at Lorentia, but have moved to Seaville where Alda expects to teach. It is the night before she is to make her first appearance, and as she takes her accustomed place at her aunt's side she asks, Do you remember, aunty, you promised, a long time ago, to tell me the story of your girlhood and of the incident of the eighth of December, on the night before I made my first appearance? Well I'm ready to hear it now and I know you'll keep your promise. g Yes, dear, I shall tell you. Turn the light low and come nearer. It's a long, long story of a school girl's foolishness. I-low often have I regretted that I allowed by temper and passion to rule mel It was twenty-four years ago. I was a Senior at St. Benedict's. Phyllis Doyle, the only daughter of wealthy parents, was my only companion. We thought the world of each other, dear, and had I not been of such a doubting nature perhaps we would today be the best of friends. But fate decreed otherwise, and I by my fiery temper, and quick tongue broke the bonds of friendship. I Why, aunty, I can't imagine you doing anything like that. Hurry please and tell me. Very well, if you promise not to interrupt. From the first day we met, we were excellent friends and one was seldom seen with- out the other. It was nearing Thanksgiving when one morning Mother Superior announced from the study hall that there would be offered a magnificent ruby ring to the girl who wrote the best essay. 'Having some little talent in composition, I vowed I would win, and it was to Phyllis that I confided all my hopes and fears. Finally the day for the writing of the es- says dawned. I never left my room, and at five o'clock handed mine in. 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Then my name was called, Miss Regina Tremont, average ninety-seven. l 'There was a pause and then Bishop coming to the front of the stage announced, 'We are proud of Miss Tremont and we have reasons to be 3 but in our school we have another aspi- rant to literary honors in the person of Miss Phyllis Doyle. Her average,' I held my breath, 'is ninety-eight.' After the applause Bishop continued, 'The contest was a very close one, but in several points Miss Doyle's essay is superior to Miss Tremont's, therefore we award the former this 'rin .' 8 What followed I did not hear. The demon of hate seemed to possess me. Ohl I thought is there no truth in the world? Is all mankind so deceitful? Could my ideal, Phyl- ls, be simply a wolf in lamb's fleece? I could see it all then. No wonder Phyllis was so interested in my essay. ' When she walked across the stage and Bishop slipped the superb gem on her linger, I could have choked her. After the awarding of the honor and an address from Bishop, we were to assemble in the refectory for lunch. I waited for Phyllis on the steps, and upon seeing me, she commenced smiling, 'Oh, Alda,' but the smile instantly changed to a look of perfect agony, for she must have read my thoughts. We had a terrible scene, dear. Phyllis protested, trying to explain somethingg but I was deaf to her entreaties and informed her that although she had deceived me once, she could never do it again. Just them Mother Mary Clementine sent for Phyllis. - A' 'Therel' I said, giving her a push, 'go and enjoy the triumph which you so basely ob- tame .' She left me and I never saw her again, for upon reaching Mother, she was handed a telegram telling her to come home at once. From that day I never associated with the other girls, but kept entirely to myself, hav- ing lost faith in human nature, because one seemingly so upright had deceived me. Finally my graduation day dawned. I had all the honors of my class besides which I was awarded the first diploma, in music, ever given from that Academy. That night as I sat in my room thinking of all that had happened in the past year, I was startled by a knock at my door. Upon OPCHIHS lf, I WGS Sreatly surprised to find Moth- er Clementine standing there. K 'I-lere,' she said, extending to me a package and note, these were put in my hands at Christmas by at friend of yours, with the request to deliver them to you on your graduation day. Good night, dear,' and with these words she left me. t Seating myself at my desk, I looked at the letter, and it needed but a glance to tell me the handwriting was Phyl1is'. I broke the seal and read the following, and Miss Tremont taking the note from her safe commenced. l u Dearest Regina--I am sending you this ring through Mother because I feel sure you would never accept it from me. Oh believe me, I never intended to enter the contest until the night before when Mother came to me asking me to try. At first I refused, but after argu- iF18 awhile, consented. I wanted to tell you the next day, but you kept to your room and after that I was in the infirmary, not coming out until the day OH Which the Prize WHS given- 17 AL A+s-3u+a+.u+x im. Amiuafp-fra xfm-.a.+s-mm Ask arm+M + u Am xmas Iunderstand why you feel towards me the way you do but please, please forgive me, even though I never see you again, for many things have changed since I left school. After leaving you on the steps that day, Mother handed me a telegram telling me to come home at once. I left the next morning and upon reaching Greenfield found that our home had burnt to the ground and my idolized father, mother and little brother had per- ished in the flames. So please accept the ruby, which I think is really yours, and even though you cannot bring yourself to Wear il, let it be 35 6 lHiiSman- to make it easier for you to forgive. Your always devoted, Phyllis. Many, many times the voice faltered during the reading, and then Miss Tremont, open- ing a Small box disclosed, to Aida, the most magnificent ruby she had ever seen. f Oh, exclaimed the girl, isn't it a beauty? Why didn't you ever show it to me be- ore? Because it reCallS SHCI! painful mCm0I'ies that I can't bear to look at it. But to con- tinue my story. That night asI read this note, I shall never forget it, every feeling of anger, every unkind thought seemed to leave me. ltried every means of locating Phyllis after I left school, but all my attempts proved fruitless. However, never do I allow a day to pass that I do not offer a fervent prayer that I shall see her yet. But now it's time for my little girl to retire. just one request, aunty. Please allow me to wear this ring tomorrow night? Oh, no, exclaimed the aunt. But she was too late to seize it, for already Alda had slipped the ring on her finger and was flashing it in the dull, red glow of the fire. Please aunty, for it just fits, and Miss Tremont, unable to resist the girl's pleadings, consented. ' Alda, upon reaching her room and scanning her programme for the next evening, dis- covered that she needed another recitation for the closing number. What should she give? She sat down, for an idea had come to her, and taking a pen and paper, she wrote hurriedly for an hour. When she had finished, she read what she had written with evident satisfaction and smiling to herself, said. Won't aunty be surprised when she hears me recite her girlhood stor ? - yF or Alda possessed something of her aunt's literary ability and the recital of the story had moved her so deeply that she wrote with unwonted power and tenderness. IV It was the evening of Alda's recital, and as Wick Grey scanned the headlines of the even- ing paper, his eye caught the following- Tonight! At the Hartman! Miss Webb makes her appearance in public. There was something familiar in the name. It called up recollections of a face whose sweetness had haunted him for four years, so that when his mother entered the room, without waiting to retum her greeting, he asked eagerly, Mother, have you an engagement for tonight? No, dear, why ? Well, I see in tonight's paper that Miss Webb is to give an elocutionary evening and somehow or other I should like to attend. I...et's gol Will you ii Certainly, if you wish. , 18 MN ,C -,,x,. N MI, , .--:.,.,.., .,.,..,.,...-4.,.. Q 4 .,, r. .. .. .I - - . . ' ' ' 1 ' A . x 4 V ., ,41 , at g NW? r :xml 'ww' 'Wi t ex 1 ww? ara..fnsstffaaxsfaa,ass-.afar ,f-mf.-.ss-.fame-.fafassffaas-.faat So that night found them, Wick and his mother, among the select audience at the Hart- man. They occupied the costly box to the left of the stage, while the one to the right had been reserved for Alda's aunt. Finally the curtain rose, and a hush fell on the audience as Alda crossed to the front of the stage. l-ler dress of white velvet was superb in its severe plainness and clung to the per- fect figure in lines of exquisite grace. The only jewel she wore was the magnificent ruby. Her auburn hair glistened and shone in the brilliant light and nestling snugly among the curls was a single white rose. With a thrill 'Wick recognized her as the girl he had met four years before. , From the first it was evident that Miss Webb had captured her audience. Encore after encore followed each appearance, until finally the curtain rose for the last time. The audience waited in silence and at last she appeared. Wick Grey leaned toward her, and as he did so, he caught for the first time the gleam of the magnificent ruby. i Oh mother, look! he exclaimed, but was checked before he could finish his sentence, for already Alda had begun her story. . 1 So feelingly was the simple tale related, so tender the voice, so eloquent the eyes, that the listeners were held spell-bound. . '. Mrs. Grey arose in her box, and it was only after the repeated entreaties of her son, that she reseated herself. - Aida was nearing the climax. l-ler eyes sparkled, she had been watching her aunt, who was regarding her with unfeigned affection and admiration, though with a great deal of excitement, when her attention was called to the lady in the opposite box. Why was she so agitated? The climax of the tale had been reached when Gene told Phyllis to leave, telling her also that she hoped never to see her again. Alda had even used the names, Regina and Phyllis in her story, so when she uttered these words, Mrs. Grey rose and in a voice of pleading entreaty cried, Stop! Oh, please stop. If the speaker heard, she paid no attention, but continued till the end, and when stoop- ing to accept a bouquet of flowers, again flashed the ring. My ruby! my ruby! cried Mrs. Grey, and hurriedly crossing the stage to where the bewildered and excited Alda was standing, took her hand and demanded, Tell me where you got it? I In the meantime Miss Tremont had come to congratulate her niece, but when she reach-- ed her, she stood as if petrified, for facing her was not Alda Webb as she had expected, but Phyllis Doyle, her girlhood friend. I Alda had presence of mind enough to step to the other side of the curtain and was greatly surprised to find herself again face to face with Wick Grey, whom she recognized as her opponent in the skating race. ,15 55 55 35 QQ 35 3 8 56 55 af' 36 55 8 95 95 56 3 Five months have passed, during which Phyllis Grey and Regina Tremont have renewed their girlhood friendship, thus enabling Wick and Alda to become better acquainted. What the future holds for them, who can say? for Alda Webb is no longer a little girl, and Wick Grey is years older than when he gave her the dandelion. HELEN K. Drrros, '13, 19 ww Q ww ,wuz f wud 1 mug 3 Qsvuf , swag ,ying . :wtf . H Crip I0 lilgbldlld Park with Sil' ROQQI' dt GVQYIQV X Cfxfjxx NE hot afternoon I sat in our pleasant library poring dreamily over my books, in the vain endeavor to keep awake long enough 'NW f mmm to finish my character sketch of Sir Roger de Coverley. Sud- denly I was attracted by the loud and cheerful voice of a strang- er conversing familiarly with the maid in the hall. A moment later, the door opened and who should enter but the good old L11 knight himself. I have a mind said he, after greeting me with 'Y 5F,,,Cgi':fw,,, his customary heartiness, to see some of the famous parks of your city. Glad to be of service, I at once volunteered to T I ik? i' accompany him to Highland that afternoon and telephoned to the garage for an auto. Cn the arrival of the machine I motioned my friend to fol- low me, but glancing out of the door, he exclaimed They haven't brought the horses yet, only the coach is there. Thereupon I explained as best I could that the auto was run by electricityg yet in spite of my entreaties and assurances he could not be persuaded to get into it. Finally having examined and given a vigorous twist to every fixture on the machine, he caught hold of the bulb of the horn which instantly produced a loud and unexpected hunk causing the good old man to reel with fright. I took advantage of his bewilderment to push him into the seat beside me, and we were soon speeding on our way. When he had some- what recovered his breath, he began to shake his head, declaring that there certainly was some witchcraft in these autos and that for his part, he much preferred to see the horses. When we reached the park gate and alighted, the knight attracted much attention by following his usual custom of speaking to every one he met. Seeing some wags making mer- ry at his expense, I whispered a caution in his ear, whereupon he forbore this exercise of his benevolence. After a row across the lake which Sir Roger found excellently pleasant, we came upon a sign reading Lyceum Theater, Admission Five Cents. My friend expressed a de- sire to enter, saying it had been years since he had seen a good show. Accordingly we went into the dark building and groped our way to seats near the wall just below an electric fan. After the first scene, the old knight leaned towards me and whispered that there was a bird or something on the wall that made so much noise he could not hear a word the actors were saying. I explained to him that there really were no actors, that the performance was a moving picture show. He seemed puzzled, but was soon all interest and attention. In one picture a lady of middle age was obstinately turning a deaf ear to her lover's importunities. Sir Roger seemed much affected and muttered to himself, She'll never have him, I warrant you. She's another of those perverse creatures that secretly rejoice in the admiration of men, but indulge themselves in no further consequence. At last the performance was ended and the crowd was Hocking towards the exit. Sud- denly I missed Sir Roger from my side. and in my violent efforts to overtake him, I awoke with a start to find my tablet lying almost blank before me. Fl R ml m EDNA SNYDER, 'I4 20 as I4 s as 44 358114 J ww I4 J N I4 4 N 44 f N 44 lg W 44, H141 . ' 4 w.v 'A'-v s.v v -is . mill' 6 llllllt Girl , ,as 1 tell you what, it ain't much fun if-'fl 1L,:f?: I To-jest as soon as supper's done, L Go right to bed and hear 'em all Laughin' and talkin' in the hall, While we little girls march upstairs A keeping silence after prayers. And 'tain't much fun to hear 'em say, Don't mind, you'll all be big some day,- 'Cause that what grown folks say to us- You mustn't cry and make a fuss, 'Cause children should be seen, not heard And jest obey 'thout a word. 'Course 'tain't much fun to have to walk Right past the big girls and not talk, 'Tendin' as if we didn't see Their 'lasses taffy plain's can be, And not look round as if to say, Wish I's was a big girl, too, to-day. It's fun, though, when we have a ball And dance down in the Study Hall: And wear our bestest dress and bows And look so nice in our party cloes That Mother finds it hard to say Who is the queen of Baby Day. And maybe you don't think it's fun To go out doors and laff and run And see the big girls lookin' sad, Jest like they thought it was too bad That big girls have to study hard While we eat lunch out in the yard. There's lots of things that ain't much fun, But just the same, when play is done, Our eyes keep winkin' slower an' slower, We put our dollies on the floor, An soon the tired dears shut their eyes An each one to doll dreamlandn flies. lt's then I tell you we are glad, If all day long we ain't been bad: 'Cause soon as we get into bed And all to God good-night have said, Our Prefect dear turns out the light , And comes and tucks us each in tight. And then she whispers kind 0' low At each white bed all down the row, God bless you, dear, and keep you His And that's the time-it truly is We're gladdest in our hearts to say, We're little girls at S. M. A. FRANCES LILLIAN MAGRUDER, Special --,,1.1L. --- , U92 Daisv Golden heart and snowy petals ' IV Of the free green lields and moors, Teach us lessons sweet and deep: ' D0 you know the three sweet virtues God's dear gifts to guard and cherish, ITTLE. daisy, starry blossom Y-L il -'. -limit! V6 God has set aside as yours? You are true and pure and humble. And your face so full of love Turns its trusting glances upward To the sunlit Sky above, Purity of soul to keepg Kindness on our way to scatter With a heart that feels for all, l-leavenward to turn our faces, Till life's closing shadows fall. PEARL CABLEQ Junior-Special 21 ml. .mai -A'l'QZlL- A-.L ii .Mmm A-Qi Jak ii Am Jim .A!'Q+l. Am clit Wllllidlll ot PQYPQIIIGI YOIIII7 6?,f Lf NE. of the most charming spots I have visited is Ponce de Leon Springs situated about fifteen miles from the picturesque Florida wwf Wfm village, De Land. We had been in this little rural paradise for about a week, when we determined to set out in quest of the much talked of springs. The day fixed for the trip dawned hot gl and oppressive, but this condition we accepted as inevitable and Ap! 1 ll began our joumey with philosophic, if with no other kind of cool- '5 I .... .,.. aw!! ness. QKWO: 'nf cada' f W ll - ll T' ':5,,g4wj.,-if 'T After climbing into a stage drawn by four sleepy horses, 'T X 5'3 7 we were driven for several hours through the pine woods, often actually creeping through the mammoth trees whose centers had been cut out to permit the passage of vehicles. The road over which we journeyed was of a peculiar, white, dry soil, reminding one of the sand of the sea-shore, and hardly ideal for a road-bed, so we lumbered along in two ditches made by the wheels of preceding coaches or perhaps by an occasional automobile. As we penetrated deeper into the woods, many lakes and ponds seemed to spring up. These were more or less swampy in character and dark, inky-green in color. Everywhere over the trees the moss Hung its graceful drapery with tantalizing suggestions of northern snow-wreaths. At last after a hot ride we arrived at the spring, which is in a grove of moss-mantled trees. A darkey of the real southern type hurried up to care for the horses, and during the time of unloading of the dusty stage, related to us the story of the naming of the spring. He had lived in this vicinity since boyhood, and had told every visitor of the place, as he now told us, that a Spaniard, who in our histories is called Ponce de Leon, had tramped wear- ily through the jungle in search of the Fountain of Perpetual Youth, which would make young again anyone who drank of its bubbling water and had at length found this fairy pool. We hurried to the Spring, which was as clear as a crystal, revealing in its depths hun- dreds of tiny white shells not unlike so many miniature looking-glasses. One curious thing about the water is that one part is lukewarm while another is icy cold. In the warmer portion there were several persons splashing and laughing, but noticing the arrival of our party, they started towards us and in doing so, came in contact with the colder water, a fact which they emphasized by sundry, piercing shrieks. Of course like everybody else, we were persuaded to drink of the wonderful restorer of youth, and departed hoping the charm would work well for us when need for its magic should arise. MARY FRANCES Mooizi-:, '14, 22 JODII Bllll, Pddd dtld UIICIQ Sdlll ZIS wits A Cf T and humor are the birthright of the race. Men of all ages and all nations possess in varying degree a saving sense of the swwf Wm ridiculous. For six thousand years, the world has rolled on the wheels of fun and laughterg and thank heaven that it is so, for what a dreary place this gray old earth would be without humor Q to freshen it as the dew does each flower and leaf and blade Li lui! of grass! W5 5 ,,,,,5t:w,,, Yet in. spite of its universality as to time and place, humor REV ' ' r varies in its character accordingito the proportion of the ingred- ients that go to make it up: and this proportion, in its turn, de- pendsupon character and temperament. Hence we must not expect pompous John Bull to laugh himself or to make us laugh exactly after the manner of genial Irish Paddy or of our own droll Uncle Sam. In fact John is not too much given to laughter himself, though he has furnished the world plenty of mater- ial for jest and mirth. ln other words, the English nation as a whole is not noted for wit. albeit its literature boasts many writers who have given us much that is sparkling in thought and ludicrous in character and situation. English humor, of course, like that of every other country, smacks of the soil. Its chief element is incongruity, but this is mingled with a kind of racy mirthful belligerency that causes the giants of English fun to lay about them with joyous and indiscriminate activity. As might be expected, there is little pathos, though Shakespeare, Lamb and Dickens may be cited as notable exceptions. Unfortunately a spirit of coarseness and licentiousness for years disgraced English comedy and left its impress on the whole body of humorous literature of the nation, so that John Bull's fun is open to more serious charges than that of mere heaviness. A character almost opposite to that of ,lohn is dear old blundering Paddy whose foibles and eccentricities furnish us such infectious and hearty mirth-whose very name is in itself sufficient to provoke a laugh. With Paddy, to be ridiculous is quite natural, and though he never tries to be funny, he succeeds all the more effectually and deliciously. His wit is a part of himself-individual, imaginative, simple- It is DOI an extrayagance, an exaggeration, a jugglery with words. Broad and wild it may be, but rather by inward idea than by out- ward excess. Above all, Padrly's wit is most pleasing from its spontaneity. It bubbles out like a wild mountain stream which is set free from its Prison of ice by the assistance .of the sun and which, in its mad race down the r0ClCY g0Y8e- takes with lt Pebbles' Soil. CVCYYYMUS it can carry, to lege them in the great river below. The lrishman like the haggard checks at every feather, he lavs hold of life's abounding opportunities for rest and merriment. l-le is not a mere blundeyer .into fun nor yet one who makes clever speeches at so much a word: but when the opportunity comes, Paddy is right there. l'-lis humor is of the sunny, happy kind. nearly always mingled with love and sympathy and entirely devoid of bitterness and personal spite. ln fact he laughs just as heartily when the joke is on himself as when it is on others. Though Paddy has a firm and long standing reputation as a humorist, still there is a rival following closely upon his heels, and this is our own Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam is a wide- 23 ' . . i . l .H -s, , T T ? make T WL SWL JAWL JWI. JWWil'WI!!WI!!'WHlt '4L1 a . 0 I 0 I 0 I. 0 0 0 1 up 1: . 5 'up , 'avi' -.gp iv' 'N' 'V i 'Sli' mrfz-1-asswtafz.Jsm+m+m+z.r+w.+1c4fa 2+KMfsw+zJ+Q+f.A+Q+KJvk awake old fellow whose twinkling blue eyes see every side of human existence, but especially the comic side. No matter how apparently serious the thing may be, he can invariably find something funny in it. The old scamp exaggerates outrageously and has a quaintness, a drollery, a waggishness peculiar to himself. His humor disports itself in caricatures, car- toons and colored supplements. It is more of the head than Paddy's, less of the heart, though not without an occasional gleam of tenderness. Often, it must be confessed with shame, Uncle Sam's fun is grossly irreverent, and this spirit, together with his fondness for exaggeration, he has imparted to all his nieces and nephews who never know when a joke has been carried far enough, and who regard nothing as too sacred for buffoonery. Unfortu- nately, too, they have inherited from their English fathers a tendency to coarseness and thus further disfigure much of their really fresh and delightful humor. If we were some modern Paris seated on the mountain top, and John Bull, Paddy and Uncle Sam should come along in an airship bearing a golden apple of Discord on which was inscribed To the funniest, and should ask us to decide the merits of their respective claims, we should be sorely tempted to award the prize to Paddy: for he knows best how to distin- guish genuine humor from counterfeit. To him fun has no kinship with coarseness, brutality, licentiousness, and profaneness, but goes hand in hand with purity, love, pathos and wide- reaching sympathy. Pick out of mirth, like stones out of thy ground, Profaneness, filthiness, abusiveness, These are the scum with which coarse wits abound The fine may spare these well, yet not go less. All things are big with jestg nothing that's plain, But may be witty, if thou hast the vein. lid 'ftlllllt E ta tige detachee ,,. Pauvre feuille dessechee, Ou vas-tu?-je n'en sais l..'orage a brise le chene Qui seul etait mon soutien. De son inconstante haleine, Le zephir ou l'aquilon Depuis ce jour me promene De la foret a la plaine. De la montagne au vallon. Je vais ou le vent me mene, Sans me plaindre ou m'effrayer: Je vais ou va toute chose, Cu va la feuille de rose Et la feuille de laurier. MADYLIN AUGUSTIN, 'l3. fTranslationJ fl!! Eta! U V! HERE, from stem dashed away, Withered leaf, dost thou stray? rien, fir-55 As to that, why I do not know. The storm, the oak has liven, Erst my sole support, and lol By fickle winds I'm driven. The northern and western gales Toss me about in their breeze O'er the plains and thro' the trees. From high mountain tops to vales. I go where the winds please, Without murmur or fear- Where everything goes, Where petal of rose And leaf of green laurel grown sere. ARNAUL-1-, LAURA GALLAGHER, '12, 24 5 -Q. N M RIMS? 1 On 0,3 l3' i WI 2 ' 231 . .'.x um u m . CAMPUS AND MOUND VIEWS U v S:-.19 x 'ef :ble W' , -.H ai' M ,gil Q03 ' Qgfig ' 12,5-25: , 3 f 51,5-vqr' 'a 96W wig fp' 5 if ' V- BNQHTQ AS obfhsk 't6,f.1-v 4 ' ,f 1' 3 YL +2 avi 953' f' gzfflsem w S lwa2',gg v-1 Wg- 2, 'T P ?fi?Lf's.1Q .- ,wry an 'W 7 1 In .v.-ww, 9 Y - Q, 2 Zgffe if A 72532143153 qi ' ' iff' mi A2425 S51 ',.,j,,gg,-,f ,L -'1 'Sim A 9Bvbv'i?E'?k3im' 9 Q- x X f f 1 -M, ww - ww wuz PWIC . twig 5 mmf ' time 1 :Wie ' NWI RQSigIldI!0ll csovbomore Editiom HERE is no class, however bright an clever, !Yffe1g But some slow girls are there! There is no teacher, patient howsoever, But does at times despair! We Sophomores are surely no exception, To universal rule, For many seem to lack that quick perception, Of so much use in school! We see but dimly through the wars of Caesar. Geometry's a blank, Our English teacher, never do we please her, Though we've ourselves to thank. cl From Junior girls and such, 'Tis difficult to get outside assistance, And even if we urged with strong in They could not help us much. sistence, ' So the air is full of compliments inverted, And blame both looked and said: And still the Sophomores are uncon No contrite tear is shed. Let us be patient, these severe correc Not from ill will arise, verted, tions But oftentimes the Sister's predilections Assume this strange disguise. We must not work too hard, through fear of failing, But take our time for play, Perhaps what seems but effort unavailing Will win success some day. EDNA SNYDER -1-i.i....i.-...Q to a time First Zommunicant W They seem like a field of flowers, Those childish forms in white. As they gleam through the golden showers Of the altar's shimmering light: And flowers they must be, surely. Entwined at the Savior's feet, Reflecting I-lis grace so purely In faces so clear and sweet. Ecce, the priest is saying Agnus Dei, comes soft and slow, As the anxious hearts are praying And the little heads bend low. There is one to me seems fairest Of all the happy group: The fairest and the dearest ln all the saintly troop: And in my daylight dreaming, lt seems to me that now The lights of Heaven are streaming In a halo 'round her brow. Before the altar kneeling She seems but a dream of grace With invisible angels stealing The lilies from her faceg To place, instead, sweet roses To nestle on each cheek, While each in a way discloses The joy that her lips would speak. Dear Child, forever o'er you May l-leaven's best blessings play, !..ife's rugged path before you With peace and contentment lay: May the joys that today you cherish Increase as the years wear on, And the woes that would ,cloud them, p Till all but the good be gone. 25 , 'l 4. erish :wig I' Quiz? g ,twig li gluing : LNWIC gzwff TWIC . guy! l Luang 4 Wa Aw-IJ 'NNNUW NHPF, I 4 day, dwells in solitary places, tone is borne aloft in the air, clam , N the vales of classic Greece, there dwelt long ago a wood- land nymph called Echo, one of the loveliest of the sylvan band that followed in the train of Diana. Oft she was called upon to minister unto I uno, and repeatedly offended that goddess by her blithesome, care-free gayety and talkativeness. But there came a time when a deep and lasting sorrow entered the heart of Echo and the once happy little nymph seeking out the solitude of the forest, pined away in loneliness and quiet, until the pitying gods, looking down upon her distress, changed her material frame into stone of the earth. But that spiritual essence which refuses annihilation and baffles defilement was ordained to wander over the earth, manifesting itself in her listless voiceg and even to this repeating the last cadence of every sound. When a joyous Echo repeats it in gladsome strain: but if a sigh is breathed in anguished whisper, she answers with a trembling moan. Oh beautiful story conceived over two thousand years ago by some uinglorious Homer, and addressed to a far-off people, yet telling us today of the tremendous, multiplied force of personal influence! Let the cynic smile at our childish credulity. but let the deeply reflective mind seek to interpret the wise old tale of pagan Greece, for there it will find concealed in allegory, the lesson of the enduring power of personality. Nor does it seem improbable that the ancient seer while writing this tale had in mind this thought, for pagan though he was, his soul may have yearned for truth just as the whole human race yearns for it. and in an hour of preternatural exaltation, he may have had a heavenly insight, such as makes prophets out of unlettered men, and this old tale may have been the offspring of that hour. Be that as it may, the legend should not be regarded from a merely esthetical point of view, but rather as an allegory, illustrating one of the noblest principles of Christian ethics. That the similitude between this ancient tale and the idea of personal influence today may be wrought out, let us consider the rebounding. multiplied force accompanying every human act. The poet in his sublime elegy tells us that Many a flower is born to blush un- seen and waste its sweetness on the desert air -a beautiful thought, and true, if we accept it literally: but if we interpret it as a figure of speech, meaning that many a man may pass through life without influencing others, then the poet sacrificed truth for beauty. A man can no more go through life without influencing others. than the little star away up in firma- ment can keep from shedding light upon the dark earth. Influence goes forth from man without his volition, without his even knowing it. We live in too close contact with our fellow men to escape influencing them, and, in our turn, emulating their example. Men to- day are consuming their life's energy in making new discoveries in science that they may assist in the upward movement of civilization. Blessed is he who dving. leaves for future genera- tions his inventions to lighten labor, yet thrice blessed is he. who dying, leaves a rich soul- capital as a legacy for those who come after him. The human soul is greater than any or all of God's material creations, and not scientific inventions. but uplifting soul, measures pro- gress as God willed it. i 26 ww 1 FHM: e guyz more N445 f mmf 4 pupc KXWIQ 1 NWI? Not only to mankind in general, but to each individual in particular, has the echo myth its application, for it is true beyond question that each man gets out of the world of men, the rebound, the increase, the development, of what he brings there. Thus it is that man shapes his own life and his own destiny for good or ill. lncontestably the principle of reaction is applicable to the evil man does, and the evil influence he exerts. The Ishemaelite goes out into the pensive quietude of the woods, and shouts a curse against society, and back from the distant rocks comes the echo of his curse. ln the same way a man wastes his early life in sin and wickedness, and after awhile the prin- ciple of retribution comes into power, latent with anguish and remorse, bringing troubled days and sleepless nights: and although the sinner may conceal his mental torture, nevertheless, it is there, else the God of the universe would be unjust. The law of physics, Action is equal to reaction, and the old fable have their exempli- cation, no less certainly in the good man does. The lives of numbers of holy persons may seemingly contradict this law. Many having spent their early life in deeds of loving charity, are apparently condemned to languish in poverty and wretchedness, but this is only the out- ward semblance: we are not admitted in to the inner courts of the soul, where an untroubled peace holds reign. The mind burdened with such mortal anguish rises above its sordid sur- roundings, and by every reason of its gifts seeks balm in the all-recompensing love of that God who likewise suffered, and whose redemptive love is an ever recurring joy in the midst of heartful sorrow. For just as the God of justice sends remorse in to the heart of the sinner as a power of retribution, so .the God of love comes in his divine essence into the hearts of his trusting, suffering child to comfort it with l-lis own presence. But while engaged in this mortal strife that ends with self, every human being is at work in the world influencing others for good or for evil. and it is this influence that lasts after death. Go forth into God's acre, and there view the corruption and mortality of the grave. All seems indeed ended. All seems buried with the poor handful of dust concealed in the earth. but in the presence nf death and the grave, the moralist speaks of the multiplied life that survives this our single life, that lasts throughout time and perchance throughout eter- nity. It was while dwelling upon man's enduling influence that Tennyson was inspired to write those memorable lines, Our echoes roll from soul to soul and live forever and ever. For iust as the Echo spirit of old could not he materialized, but continues to wander over the earth, so man's spiritual life, his words, his deeds cannot be buried with his body, but continues to exist incarnated in the lives of those who surround and those who follow him. Oh harrowing thought fgf him, who dying transmits a legacy of evil influence to those who come afte,-l would that that man might buildia mausoleum wherein to sepulcher his deeds, his influence, his whole life, when his p0Qr CllSlI1lC8l'alifl8 body is laid to rest! But our evil deeele live after us as a port gf the retribution for sin. Consider the despondency of Adam. when he had wilfully yielded to sin. By his own act he had darkened man's intellect, weakened man's will, and left him prone to evil, by that one act he had set the example to the whole human race, and so faithfully has every human being born into this world emulated that example, that even now after six thousand years, the echo gf Adamis sin is still loud and elamo,-ous having been multiplied in the lives of all who came after him. A reeont Writer Chews the compariggn between a beautiful vase and an innocent child. Scatter chaff, he says, on the vase while vet in latent lieafeanfl COOHDS if is flcfiled, but Place the vase again in the furnace and it COITICS out Pllfllled from the QTOSSCY Pat'llCleS- Speak evil to a child and the deed is irrecoverable, no act of ours, no act of God Himself could restore pristine innocence to that young heart. So in an after thought, let it be said that 27 xwlc 1 swf 5 :Wi 1 :wat L ,wud 1 swf . mpg V wg 3 QW? I the child will induce others, who in turn will induce still others to sin, until a chain of evil influence is formed, and he who holds the first link is accountable for it all. But fortunately the spirit of Echo is at work in the world, immortalizing the good as well as the evil. A man may perform a good act which he thinks ends, with himself, but a fellow man is looking on and is influenced by it, and in turn influences others, so that little deed, though trifling in its embryonic form, will, in the evolution of time, become mighty: and the doer of that deed, although he may be forgotten, is as truly a power as those for whom the world is now wreathing immortelles. We are told that great reform movements generally have their origin away back in the life of some obscure personage, who sought only to lighten the burden of his own little world, and who, perhaps, died, discouraged be- cause he failed to see the result of his laborg but the good deed was done, and its echo though low at first, kept reverberating, till in the multiplicity of its forms, it brought about the soc- ial regeneration of a whole continent. Behold the tremendous influence of one good deed! Great beyond all others and in striking contrast to Adam's sin and its lasting influences, are the atoning scenes of Gethsemane and Calvary. Here Christ dying, pleads for human weakness, and as Adam's sin hardened, so Christ's sufferings softened man's heart: and if the consequences of Adam's sin lengthen as time goes on, so likewise do the blessed fruits of Christ's death multiply again and again in millions of human hearts. Powerful, indeed, are the echoes of every human being, so powerful that when this life is over, when time merges into eternity, when the great judgment day has come, and God sends forth the Angel of Resurrection to summon man to that final tribunal, our echoes will become loud and insistent, resounding our plea of innocent or guilty at the bar of eternal justice. LILLIAN I-Iicxsv, 'I3. 28 ix , Muna 1' ' A ' H Bll or filigree lfelll nature . fWritten without notes or preparation from list of subjects assigned in classroom., fifswikkkw AVE you ever spent a day or half-day with someone whom you X -4 N' W greatly reverenced or admiredg some noted author, some far- famed artist, or some great composerg and do you remember the happiness of that day, and the satisfied feeling with which you now look upon it? Now, it is not everyone who can boast of intimate acquaintance with sage or poet, with earthly poten- Ef3'Z'!7 ' 1555 l -3 lip, W. . .gn 'glib Maker. And for what great tate or kingg yet no one need feel himself debarred from the noblest of associations. Whoever he may be he has a friend, one of the most true and loving and inspiring, in God's great universe, if he only knows where to look. Let such a one turn to Nature, and there, see all that is best and most beautiful, the most perfect creation of our great er bliss could one wish than to be in close communion with Nature, not for a half day, or all day, or even a week, but always? She is perfect in all her various forms and phases. Every flower with its daintily molded stamens and its petals of delicate hue, every leaf with its carefully cut edges, every blade of grass with its scarcely per- ceptible, yet faultless central vein, shows the nicest of workmanship. The towering mountains in their imposing grandeur. the deep valleys with their verdant greenery, the great forests, the open plains, all are perfect in their own way. Nature is always beautiful, yet, in each successive season, she seems more exquisitely lovely than in the one just past. In the morning of a fair spring day, when all outdoors is fresh and teeming with new life and spirit, when the sun is just kissing the tops of the hills, and bathing the dew-laden flowers in his rosy lightg then. everything seems to rejoice in the very fullness of its exist- ence, and to say: It's good to'be alive. The dainty violet bravely rears its fairy blossoms above the parent earth, and the delicate wild rose runs riot over all the other bushes. Dande- lions dot the hillsides, making it seem as if a bright, warm, yellow blanket were thrown over the slopes to give a cheerful glamour to the whole landscape. The daisy-filled meadows re- mind one of a waving sea which glistens and ripples in the sunshine, while from down in that waving sea, the chirping of Robin Redbreast sounds cheerfully through the morning stir. Now, a flash of living fire, darting through the air, betrays the welcome presence of His Eminence, the Kentucky Cardinal, all the more fiery. because of the tender green of his background. Everything feels new life springing up within it, a fresh vigor, and the joyous- ness of youth. Then sweet spring merges into radiant summer and: What is so rare as a day in June? ' Then, if ever, come perfect days, Then, heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. Whether we look or whether we listen. We hear life murmur or see it glisten. 29 KWIQL g l4l!l wuz I wuz li m r swag wma I W ' f' ' lx 1, W N :J KVM 'WVIJ 'lvl' , N pr. . 'KVI' f N lv , N VJ iff? , frK-5MQi,fri:b'+?4lrfsi:-E+?-ilffrivfi5'+1ii,fris59+'f4'frx. ?f+'s1sfri45!3.i,frx45d.fsi,frirl Life is glowing in its maturity, but everything is more quiet now than when we last viewed the scene. 'While the robin still chirps, his is now a busy song, for his mate and little ones must be provided for. Still, vivid flashes of red and blue are seen, and often snatches of a merry song are heard, but things seem filled with a quiet of responsibility. All troubles and cares can now be forgotten in the. soothing balm which Nature offers. Lying on the soft grass amid the flowers, in the cool shade of some tree, with face upturned to the azure sky, one could almost imagine himself dreaming away the hours in Arcadia. Again we view the same scene in autumn. A misty, purple haze enfolds the higher hills, the sun rises in clouds of red, and the east wind blows over the place. making the gor- geous, many-tinted trees rustle like proud dames in their rich silks. The dandelions, which before made the hillside so warm and cheery, have grown old and hoary-headed in their efforts to liven up this sinful old world. Still, here is busy, happy existence. The squirrels and other furry denizens of the forest are bustling about gathering stores for the coming winter, and the caw of the rooks and merry chatter of the blackbirds are heard, while above all. like a benediction over God's world. spreads the soft, calm, blue of the auttunn sky. Now, winter is here. The landscape is softly, warmly wrapped in a white blanket, in- stead of the yellow one which so recently enveloped it. The sun rises in pale colors, the palest violet fading into gray, orange blending with a faint rose-pink then deepening again, while each crystal of the dazzling whiteness, reflecting the sun's rays in many colors, is in itself a tiny rainbow. Each tree and bush wears Uermine too dear for an earl. Each twig bears its light burden, and with every motion of the limbs, the soft masses fall, once in a while half- burying some unlucky cottontail who goes scurrying away, convinced, like Chicken Little, that the sky is falling. A deep quiet pervades the whole atmosphere, and soothes the spirit of any weary mortal who may seek out his Mother Nature, and in pale letters across the still paler winter sky is inscribed the word Peace, The poet says, Happy is he who holds communion with Nature in all her varied forms. She is a teacher who approves our worthy actions and who reproaches our guilty consciences in her gentle and kind way, a friend, sympathetic in joys and sorrows, a mother in whose arms we may rest, and into whose willing ear. we may pour forth our inmost feelings. When troubles assail us, we feel nearer to our Creator when near to Nature, imbibing her quiet, unobtrusive teachings. She tells none of our secrets, betrays none of our confidences. They are safer with her than with our dearest friends, and until we earn a place in a far better land, and win far better friends, what more responsive and sympathetic comrade than Nature can be found? She is sufficient and powerful for those who would associate with kings, but more than sufficient, more powerfully sustaining for those who go humbly acknowledging their own ignorance and seeking to leam. Wfio will reject a friend like this? She is waiting just outside your door. Go, and find her and let her take you whithersoever she will: abide with her, until something of her own gracious spirit blends with yours, and spreads its sweetness in lives made better by your presence. l MARJORIE T. CAMPION. 'I3. 30 Wu 1 wing p ,mug PWIQ li Qsvuf :snug V mac mug 1 N415 lg UN IIIQSSGQQ Of fl, I And I knew not cared not, where. N my little craft I drifted, ED ' 1 And I was happy, so happy That I lived in a world so fair. l-low long I drifted I know not, But a perfume divinely sweet Was borne on the balmy breezes And I sat erect in my seat. Then I saw bright lily faces Peeping over the water top: And a sudden intuition Made me know they bade me stop. the wdltl' lIilitS O lilies, I said. why stop me? Won't you make me some reply? I have felt your sweet attraction, Shining lilies, tell me why. Then spake the tallest lily, ln a voice of music rare, We stand for all that is purest, For all that is good and fair. From the slimy depth of the water, Our stainless blossoms grewg Then learn that your soul's pure whiteness Rests not with your lot, but you. MARGARET MCALLISTER, 'I 5. l.,-l...-.-1-1 i,-l...-.l-i-i mv EOS! Ponv I HAD a little pony and a classic name E51 'Q I he bore, And he carried me quite safely for a Through old Gallic fields I wandered where Great Caesar once had pondered Many a daring plan of battle, many a wile. I loved my little pony with his back of glossy brown. And I kept him out of sight of prying eyesg But at last came one who spied him, Though I'd tried so hard to hide him, ' And she calmly took away my cherished prize. Now I plod with drooping spirits through that dreary Gallic land In the footprints left by Caesar in the soilg But the ground seems very stony and I miss my little pony. And the days are full of weariness and toil. 31 Dickens, the teacher The real teacher, like the real poet, is born, not made. His sphere of influence may be the classroom, the lecture hall or that great unwalled auditorium whose dome is the blue vault of heaven, but wherever it is, he labors under a kind of divine necessity of bearing to his world a personal message, he must give forth the truths he has made his own, or life for him has lost half its significance. Such a teacher was Charles Dickens. Story telling was as natural to him as song to the nightingale, and the teacher's instinct was no less a part of his natural endowment. Environment, too, added its impressiong the tragedies of his childhood were a training schoolg and so Dickens' works while full of interest and charm, are also replete with lessons in that art of arts--right living. The burden of Dickens' message to the world is: Be good for gooclness'sake, for the joy and happiness to be obtained from goodness. This is not high spiritual doctrine, to be sure, and has fallen under the severe strictures of no less a critic than Doctor Brownsong but after all is not Brownson sometimes an extremist? The public for whom Dickens wrote was not prepared for a more exalted doctrine, and loftier lessons would have fallen on unheeding ears--moreover the novelist does not deny the efficacy of supernatural motivesg and his attitude towards God is distinctly one of reverence. Human character and human institutions, both good and bad, furnished Dickens with material for his lessons. His teaching on its destructive side had wide rangeg wherever he saw an evil which he was capable of correcting, he did not hesitate to exert himself to the utmost to bring it to the bar of public justice. ln Nicholas Nickleby, for example, he bent the entire strength of his mighty pen to the exposition of the horrors of cheap boarding schools. lVlr. Creakle, the master of Salem House, was but one type of the brutal schoolmaster of his time. The description Dickens draws of the classroom may have owed its origin to certain similar scenes in the author's own childhood which was anything but happy. Nicholas not only shows his contempt for the Squeers' school, but his righteous indignation against its authorities by thrashing the teacher and in a very Dickens-like manner defending the poor, half-starved Smike. So effectual was the lesson here taught that half a dozen school prin- cipals threatened to sue the author for libel, but he calmly retorted, lf the cap fits, you may wear it. The villain of Dickens is not in the story to be a character, he has a lesson to teachg he is there to be a danger, a ceaseless, ruthless uncompromising menace. As a general rule, he is not only made black, but re-coated until there is no mistaking his evil shade. Yet the great novelist did not teach the doctrine of fatalism, for if he had, old Ebenezer Scrooge, the mean, miserly character of the Carols, would have ended very differently. On the con- trary, if Dickens can discern the slightest gleam of goodness in one of his bad subjects, he works and worries until he had devised some plan for removing the evil that is obscuring the soul'slight. Thus in the case of Scrooge, he charges three spirits to lead him to Christmas, Past, Present, and Future. The scenes called up have such a great effect upon the miser that he becomes a good friend, a better employer and a nobler man. Here Dickens enforced that beautiful lesson that we can extract sunshine from life if we only take the trouble to lift up the curtain that surrounds each others' lives. I 32 VIEW FROM VERANDA-WEST VIEW FROM VERANDA- EAST However, not all the novelist's lessons were imparted through the medium of the wicked. If in Oliver Twist he exposes the abuses of the poor house system and the training of boys to crime, in Our Mutual Friend, he deals with prosperity and its power of expanding natural goodness: and dozens of his characters have for mission to teach men the beauty of virtue, One of the most interesting of these last is the lovable little cripple, Tiny Tim. Dickens did his best with this little lad to reveal to us the loveliness of patient suffering, and it is a stern-hearted reader who can swallow the lump in his throat when Tim tells his father on Christmas Day, that he hopes the people saw him in the church because he was a cripple and it might be pleasant for them to remember who made the lame beggars walk and the blind see. ' We cannot read these lines and agree with those who accuse Dickens of being devoid of religious feeling. Indeed, if ever the thoughtless world's attention was called to God's goodness and mercy, it was in his pages. As Dean Stanley said, He taught the world over his grave in Westminster Abbey. great lessons of the value of generosity, of kindness, of un- selfishnessf' His motto was one that could well be adopted by everyone, Don't stand and cry: press forward and help to remove the difficulty. Of the many hundreds of people who have been aroused to a better comprehension of life and its blessed possibilities through the pages of fiction, there is not one who is not glad and proud to celebrate the centenary of this great teacher of our race, or who does not feel that he is personally indebted to Charles Dickens not only for some of the pleasantest hours, but also for some of the best inspirations of his life. LILLIAN FRANCES MAGRUDER, Special. -....t...i.1.-3,1 .ii p Bosews Jldvice SEQ HE. world ain't half so dreadful For you can't suit everybody, As lots of people sayl You can only 80 One Way 3 limit IHS just the way you take it- Some ll talk about you ever: Why life'sjust what you make it- You can never please 'em, never- Smile, and the world's your mirror any day. They'd blame aholy angel llyin' their wayl What if the gossips knock you .lust let iem- tfflk and rattle. At their visits duly paid, And SQ Whlstlln' OU YOUY WHY- When you're tryin' hard to please 'em? Be straight, be square, be steady: Well, if lemons come, just squeeze 'emi Mind YOUT CQUSCICUCC- PTOUIPY and ready. With sugar, you can make a lemon aid! And don't mind too much what other people say. MILDRED Joan, '13, 33 ww . warg I wg g wg .wg r :wig 5 wg wg His East lleap ,.,,f ff-f HE night was almost past. The moon, now but a faint disk of light in the west, was fast blending into the rosy tint of the wwf www morning sky, and the still, frosty air was soon filled with sounds of nature awakening from her slumbers. How beautiful she was on this November morning in southern New England where the frost in silver arabesque on tree and shrub sparkled under the first rays of the genial sun. The fields, too, were not with- - . ,, , r , ,, . out their charm. for, peeping from among the shocks, were bright Quia f.-qnyiqigdawf H k. . . . . . . T .,.,,gCM5,-.Q T ye ow. pump ms, giving promise of Thanksgiving and its many T X 'UNT ' T festivities. V This season of good cheer, which should fill the heart with gratitude to the author of all prosperity and blessings, had no significance to one who considered himself an outcast from all society, the most wretched and despised of mortals. Slowly arising, from his bed of leaves at the roadside, Tony Saunders once more faced the stern realities of life. He was a man of perhaps fifty years, and rather unprepossessing in appearance, though well-built and athletic-looking. His clothing, thin land insufficient, was old and ragged, and the Sl0l1Cl1 hat. which he W0rc, was pulled well over his straggling locks of gray hair. In his younger days. TOIIY had been an acrobat, travelling with a small circus, where he had distin- guished himself by his daring leaps. Those feats were now only a memory. He was too old for performing, and since leav- ing the circus, his few savings had gradually diminished, leaving him almost penniless. His heart was steeled against the world, and from the depths of self-abasement into which he had sunk, he cherished for all humanity a hatred that was slowly becoming the ruling passion of his life. Even the keen, bracing air of the morning had no effect on his melancholy spirits, and he pursued his way, little dreaming of what Fate had already in store for him. His route lay along one of those picturesque country roads in the hilly section of south- ern Maine. Not many miles ahead of him just on the outskirts of the village of Westbrook, lived little Marie Anderson with her father. She had assumed the care of the household, and had been the sole companion of her father, since her mother's death, two years before. Marie was now fifteen, slight, fair-haired, and of a sweet and sunny disposition, which won for her the love of all who knew her. She was an affectionate child, and her early responsibilities had mingled with her lovely nature, a touch of sadness, and a thoughtfulness for others, rarely seen in a girl of her years. ' The Andersons were not wealthy, neither were they indolent, and the well-cultivated little farm now brought them a comfortable income. With her own hands. Marie had planted the garden, supplying their wants during the summer months, and had trained the vines which grew in such wild profusion, that the cottage was almost hidden from view. She was a wise little counsellor, with whom her father consulted on nearly every matter of importance, and generally, Daddy was obliged to concede that her advice was best. This morning she had arisen earlier than usual, for the next day would be Thanksgiving, and she could think of little else than the good things she had yet to prepare. What a won- 34 Bs . ss. is 1 UQX I' Fl ar! . - 1 j swf ,lx 1 .lx 1 ,pu gpxwr j derful feast they were to have! The rich fruit-cake, she had baked a week before, and it now reposed in its covered brown jar on the cellar floor. She had had splendid success with her pumpkin pies and cranberry jelly, and the shining rows of fruit cans filled with every kind of preserves, waited patiently on the top shelf of the pantry. The most perplexing prob- lem of all was the turkey. It still remained to be dressed and stuffed and roasted to a crisp, delicate brown, the way her father had always liked it. Then, too, she must not forget the Reeds, they were a poor, unfortunate family, living on the farm adjoining theirs, for whom she had planned a surprise, which would bring sun- shine into their dreary home for a day at least. j While Marie was yet engaged with her preparations, she was somewhat startled, by a loud knock at the kitchen door. Her heart almost stood still, for she was quite alone. Who could it possibly be? Surely her father would not want to frighten her, and if it were any of the neighbors, they would not wait for her to answer the knock. Summoning all her courage, she went to the door, and cautiously opening it, found her visitor to be an old man, very poorly clad, and with a grizzled beard almost covering his face. It was Tony, looking every inch the tramp, he was. t Sorry to trouble you, miss, he said in rather a gruff voice, but could you give a fellow a bite to eat? I've come a long way, and. it's pretty hard when ,you're cold and hungry, too. A Recovering from her surprise and fear, lVlarie's tender sympathies were at once aroused, for she could see that the man was really in a pitiable condition. Why, yes, she replied at once, compassion overmastering fear, I haven't very much to offer you just now, but I can make you some coffee and toast-bread. Do come in by the fire, you must be dreadfully cold. Thus saying, she hurried about the kitchen, spread a :goth on the table, and soon prepared quite a tempting little meal. Saunders ate ravenously an when he had 5niSheCl, impelled by the unwonted sympathy shown him, became a little more talkative. . ' He told her of the roving life he had always led, and how he had become an orphan, and practically alone in the world, at the early age of ten years. He had wandered about: liv- ing here and there, selling papers, shining shoes, and doing various other things that would earn him a few coppers. Then the circus had come to town, and he had joined itg Hrst in the capacity of a helper, later of a performer: finally unfortunate circumstances had brought him to his present state. His whole story was told in such a bitter, resentful way, that Marie was greatly impressed by his despondency, and at once resolved that here was a work for her to do in brightening the life of this lonely creature, and convincing him that the world was not so heartless as he thought it. t While he still sat musing by the fire. Marie asked very gently, Have you always felt that you were scorned by all of your companions, and are you sure that it was not due to imagination on your part? t Well miss, he said, at last, It was this way. The boys were all right so long as I had money, but that was a long time ago. We had a good time, they helped me spend what little I had, but luck was always against me. . But did they not share with you, 'were they not liberal as you had been? Don't you think it, ma'am,'f he said, every one was only for himself, until one day the boss came to me and said: Tony, Youife too Old fOr this business now, you'll kill Yourself one of these days, and then I'll have to pay the damages. I ll have a new man on the job, tomorrow. So from that day to this, ma'am, everyone's been against me. When I 5 35 W ww s ww a ww 5 ww , ww ,Wu , ww ww Q ww 1 go to a house, cold, and half-starved to death, it's the same way. What do they care if a man dies for want of food? They only say he is better off out of the way. But you, miss, have been different from the rest, and I sha'n't forget it. I am only a poor beggar, but if I can ever help you, I will, and be glad to do it. He then thanked her for his breakfast, and started toward the door, when a bright thought came to Marie. She would ask him to share their dinner tomorrow. Surely her father would not care, and might be able to find employment for the man. Tony was very grateful for her generous offer, and thanking her again, promised to return the following day. Thanksgiving day dawned bright and clear. The sun was just peeping above the east- ern horizon when Marie awoke, and hastily dressing herself, hurried downstairs to get her father's breakfast early, for so much depended upon her today. She was so impressed with the importance of it all, and so anxious that her dinner should be a grand success, that her face wore a very grave look which greatly amused her father. After breakfast, he was told very earnestly that he must not come near the kitchen that morning as she had a great surprise for him, and if he found it out everything would be spoiled. He obeyed quite meekly, after which she securedly locked the doors, to make sure there would be no intrusion. She hurried about the tiny kitchen in a high state of excitement, for work had begun in earnest now, and her father must soon see what an accomplished little cook she had become. At length all was in readiness, and Mr. Anderson, fairly loaded down with a large bas- ket, had been dispatched to the Reeds', so that their own dinner might be ready on his re- turn. In the meantime, their rather odd looking guest appeared and was given a comfortable chair by the fire in the cozy little sitting room, by far the best he had seen for many a long day. Marie had succeeded in interesting her father in the unfortunate man, and he had indul- gently submitted to receiving him as a guest and even promised to see what could be done for him, provided that he was honest and could be trusted. Soon Mr. Anderson returned, and the three sat down to Marie's long anticipated Thanksgiving dinner. It was rather an ill-assorted company, but a cheerful one neverthe- less. The table was bountifully spread with dainties of every description, to which they did full justice while, the praise they heaped upon the result of her labors, quite compensated Marie, and her mirth became so infectious that it even made Saunders forget his troubles for the time, at least. The afternoon passed quickly. They sat around the cheerful log fire, where Mr. Ander- son with kind words of encouragement and plans for the future, continued the good work his little daughter had begun and succeeded in inspiring new hope in the heart of the lonely stranger. It was almost dusk, and the glowing embers were just beginning to cast fitful shadows about the room. when Saunders took his departure, a far happier man than he had ever dreamed he could be again. Before retiring that night, Marie sat musing for a long time before the fire, thinking how eventful for her had been the past few days. She could not help feeling that Cod had been very good in permitting her to share her many blessings with others less fortunate than she. It was nearly midnight, and everything seemed peaceful about the little Anderson home. The father had fallen into a profound slumber, and Marie too, had forgotten for the time the lonely creature she had so befriended that day. The latter, meanwhile, had strayed only a short distance from her home, and had taken refuge for the night in a barn close by. Sleep was impossible for him after such an encounter, and it was only natural that he should think of the little girl who had shown him one ray of light after Years of darkness. 36 ww N541 5 N541 2 KXWIC 1 ,twig V' LKWIC j 555546 255545 QWIQ, His thoughts still of her, he looked from a window of the barn in the direction of her home. Imagine his horror, when he saw sparks flying in the air above the little dwelling, and giving sufficient light to enable him to see that smoke was curling from beneath the low eaves. What could he do? Out in the country as they were, he knew there would be no way to fight the flames. The Andersons were evidently not aware of their danger: he could alarm them at least, and this he must do as quickly as possible. Having reached the door of the barn, he set off with his utmost speed in the direction of the house: and as he came nearer and nearer, the fire seemed to gain more headway with his every step. It seemed ages to him before he could reach the burning structure. Meanwhile he tried to collect his thoughts and decide just what he should do first. His duty was immediately pointed out to him, however, when he heard the frantic screams of the terror-stricken child, as she leaned from her upstairs window. Tony gained entrance to the house, by a window which, fortunately, was unlocked, and rushing into the room. was confronted by a cloud of smoke so dense that it fairly blinded him. Reaching the stairway, he groped his way up the steps which even now swayed from his weight upon them. lVlarie's cries had not ceased, and he could hear her calling her father. She was un- answered. The thick, black smoke had suffocated lVlr. Anderson and when she at last found him he was lying insensible on the floor of his room. At the top of the stairs, Tony called to Marie, and instantly recognizing his voice, she begged him to save her father first. l-le was loath to do so, but at her earnest entreaties, he lifted the unconscious man, and carried him down the already burning steps, and out into the air. He had just succeeded in reaching the head of the stairs a second time, when with a loud crash, they gave way, thus cutting off their only means of exit. By this time the house was fair- ly enveloped in flames, which were bursting through the roof and windows, their lurid glare illuminating the sky and surrounding country. i Imagine the feelings of the terrified girl. standing as she was, in the midst of smoke and flames with scarcely a hope of escape. She, at last, grew sick and dizzy, her brain reeled, and she sank to the floor, as unconscious as her father had been, but a while before. A few minutes more and it would be too late. Fearlessly making his way through the dense cloud of smoke, himself nearly exhausted, Tony at last found her. l-le hesitated a moment. Life seemed dearer than ever before. There was something to live for, after all: he had just dis- covered it, and why must he relinquish his claim so soon? But Marie must live, life was be- fore her, while his was almost spent. Too, he had no one to mourn his loss, neither was there anyone for whom he would so readily sacrifice himself, and he determined to do it. So gath- ering her apparently lifeless form securely in his arms, he placed one foot on the charred window sill, and in an instant it was accomplished, he had leaped some thirty feet to the ground below. i , Neighbors arriving on the scene found Marie only slightly injured. Her rescuer, how- ever, was in an almost expiring condition. I-le lay there motionless, breathing heavily, but with an expression of exquisite joy on his wasted countenance. They lifted him tenderly and bore him to the nearest Cottage, but just as the first gray shadows of dawn were stealing over the earth the brave spirit of Tony Saunders winged its flight to a better world and he had taken his last leap. 1 MAE Smm-1, 'I 3. 37 -A NWI6, i :WIC :MQI6 5 XWIC f SMH: Q :WIC Z Xwlc BWI: XWIC Q Dl'QSS RQTOYIII df Sf. mdl'V'S 5 ,ff A X N HE. world is constantly undergoing changes. Reforms, polit- ical, social. moral, are being ardently advocated by the gen- Wwf 'Wm eral publicg but especially pronounced just now is the agitation on the question of dress reform. The crying, if not howling, need of some variation from the present styles is patent to all. One has only to stand on the prominent street corners of our - large cities and watch the absurdities and monstrosities that are 'rs . X'-if .' 7 constantly buzzing, shuffling or flitting by to be convinced that 5 :VI fc QVCUNZ2 i N GT we have almost attained the height of the ridiculous in the mat- 7 ik' 7 ter of fashion. This article, however, is not intended to excite a dress reform. .nor even to serve as an indictment of prevailing fashions: it is a history, pure and simple. It owes its origin to the fact that the dress reform movement, spreading daily over more extended areas, at last penetrated the calm and repose of our peaceful convent life, and set in action the cerebral springs of our legislative body: so that while magazine and newspaper editors were spending their vital force in unprofitable talk, those that guide the destiny of St. lVfary's of the Springs, Shepard, Franklin County, Ohio, two and one half miles from the city of Columbus, not only advocated and attempted reform, but actually carried out their views and designs, as the student body will vociferously testify. , This Renaissance of Simplicity began in the year 1910-I l, and was completed most completely in the present year of grace, 191 I-IZ. In its early stages, the reform was of the suggestive kind-coaxing and persuasion mingled with mild ridicule and gentle reproof were the means employed: but as time wore on, more drastic measures were resorted to. Last year it was, Will you do it P This year it is You will do it. The warfare first began against the rats. The battle was fast and furious, but finally terminated in favor of the wagers of the crusade. The banishment of the rats resulted, of course, in a sudden drop of pompadours, What once had been a lofty tower, all at once became a wide-spreading bungalow. As a solace for their woe caused by the sudden decrease of these puffs of hair, the young ladies resorted to the wearing of a comb in their small pompadours, thus pushing the hair down over their f0rC heads. and producing a charming vestibule effect, the fringe of hair doing dutv HS H portiere. Just at this stage official decrees passed from the negative state of prohibition, to the positive state of injunction. A regulation was made requiring everyone to wear her hair skinned back tight and hanging down her back. No matter how hot the day 01' i10W Stupid the lesson, there was no inclination on the part of HHYOHC to Ci0Z6. 33 the tightness of the hair made the closing of the eves a difficult. not to say, an impossible undertaking. The.second clause of the decree. if unwelcome to the pupils, gave great satisfaction to .the Sister in charge of the study hall. who congratulated herself that it would n0W be P0SSliJie I0 distin- guish the young ladies from the rear of the room bv the length fmcl thickness of their hail'- This means of identification would obviate the difficulty of having I0 perambulate up and down the aisles in order to find out iust who waS miSSing and who was performing antics suffi- ciently droll to cause all shoulders in her immediate VlCm1tY to shake convulsively. But the 38 Wi m nfl R if H EWWL SWL QRWL KWWL Us 'fllllli' Mm WIHRWL U ul flx'lNf 'fNflmf 'aff ,xii L . v- N .. - 2 .. 1 Q .. 1 2 .. svgjr.. sv: .. :VA .. sv! .. 3-rw-FQ-fiQ+L fZ+1c.J.+Q+w+Q1+Q+i+ic Jmwsi J.+Q2+w+M1+Lm+L dismay of this official may be imagined when she discovered that a girl who on Monday had only a wee wisp of washed-out-looking hair, appeared on Tuesday with a rippling, riotous, luxuriant mass of dark brown or golden-hued curls. Several days pondering on this phenom- onen of nature afforded no explanation. Stands were diligently searched for bottles of mar- velous hair restorer, but to no avail. At last one night, the Prefect, having occasion to enter an alcove after the retiring hour, caught sight of three or four long, black, hard looking ob- jects. No amount of scrutiny gave a clue as to their composition. Finally it was necessa- ry to question the occupants of the alcove. Why, Sister, came the ready response, that's my switch done up in old ribbons so's it'll be curly tomorrow. So here was the solution of the mystery. An amendment was forthwith added to the original decree, and ere long switches were laid side by side with the vanquished rats. The hair question disposed of, a vigorous campaign was opened against the tight skirt. Who will ever forget the day when the Inspector General made her review of reviews? Just one week was given to the unfortunate possessor of a tight skirt, either to insert panels in the front, back and sides, or invest in an entirely new garment of sufficiently wide proportions to meet requirements. Fringe was absolutely tabooed on these expanded creations. Pupils from a distance were facing a serious proposition, for how could they obtain an entire new outfit in a week? What were they to do? Visions of themselves garbed in bed spreads were but transient, as the presence of fringe debarred these as a make-shift. Next a box-pleated skirt was prescribed with pleats several inches apart to give room for the insertion of voluminous gathers. This particular mode was selected as a precaution for the preservation of the lives of the young ladies while out on their daily constitutional along the macadam boulevard south of the institution, which highway is not infrequently infested with autos going at a rapid rate of speed. The dimensions of these skirts give the wearers thereof free and unimpeded motion, which greatly conduces to a hasty removal from the path of the speeders. Though hair-dressing and skirts were the leading questions at issue in this twentieth cen- tury reformation in a teapot, minor details of the toilette were not overlooked. Collars evoked a standing regulation-apologies would not be accepted. The prescribed height was 9 3-8 inches in the back, gradually sloping to 9 6-I6 inches in the front. A special contrivance was invented for loosening this neck environment when throat expansion became necessary., Sleeves were to be long, extending at least to the second joint of the index finger. Shoes, too, came under the executioner's ax, but contrary to conventional form the winged heel and not the sole took flight. Even those little aids to nature which we so inno- cently used to enhance our charms and which we took care not to display too ostentatiously on our dresses were always found missing. Turn where he would, there was never means of escaping Fashion's avenging Nemesis. Such then has been the radical dress reform effected at St. Mary's this memorable year: rats, heels and cosmetics have decreased: collars, sleeves and skirts have increased, and in the midst of this contraction and expansion, this action of opposing forces, we find our- selves. not disturbed or tossed about, but in an attitude of stable equilibrium towards our Alma Mater and the fearless stand she has taken on a vexed question-an attitude of pro- found respect and devoted loyalty. BLANC!-IE DUNLAP, '12, 39 ww NWI 1 ww ' pw! ji ,Wu f NMC N016 P ,Nui 1 Wig 5 RQIIIINII of SI. mdl'V'S Hlllllllldt flSSOCldIl0ll T FOI' l9ll N ideal June day, in l9l l, found many old pupils eagerly as- sembling in the halls of dear St. Mary's, to renew their school WWW WW friendships and repledge their loyalty to their loved Alma Mater. At half past nine in the convent chapel, the day's pro- gram was fittingly opened with a high Mass, sung by Rev. D. Pendergast, assisted by the convent choir. At the end of . , . the mass, a business meeting was called, presided over by the Wf Alumnae president, Mrs. Rose Leonard Byrne. Mrs. Byrne z, - addressed the members present, with her usual quiet charm, T welcoming in the name of the Sisters, all old pupils to the scene of their bygone school days. The annual election of oflicers was held, resulting in the re-election of Mrs. Byrne, as presi- dent, with the following assistants: First Vice President, Mrs. Mary Lawler MacNamee: Second Vice President, Mrs. Olive Leonard Roberts: Third Vice President, Mrs. Sophie Dill Burwell: Recording Secretary, Mrs. Fannie J. Harmon: Corresponding Secretary, Miss Madge McCarty. At one o'clock, a luncheon, charming in its appointments, was served in the artistically decorated dining hall, made more beautiful for the occasion through the efforts of the girls of nineteen hundred eleven. Mrs. Grace Henderson Orr, very gracefully, presided as toast- mistress, giving the following toast, written especially for the occasion: PNIOQIIQ When mighty Greece. in splendor bright, Held sway o'er all the Aegean Isles, Her fabled gods, in marble halls, Set high on proud Olympus' height. Gave forth their knowledge to the sons of men,--- 'Tis thus the legends say. Music there was, whose chords divine, Falling like dew on the souls of men, Made them to feel the joy again That comes of life and living. And too, there came from that same source, The mighty wisdom of the starry course, That gives to men the power to trace The myriad worlds through trackless waste. Or yet foretell upon what hour The sun shall slip his brightness off. And day by night be shom of power. 40 1 AQWX .lllif ' ' uv, . ,, .yro ' ' Xhpgk 'H-' Jvigfr' Wg SOUTHWEST VIEW OF COLLEGE A RECEPTION ROOM N041 us II KNQQII pw!! V PWIC a NWI! f XW46 2 lzwlg WHA There, too, were taught the useful arts, The power of speech, whereby the hearts And minds of men may be so moved, That in themselves they see the things That other men have been and done,- The wondrous power of make-believe. And one there was. whose constant place It was, to so unfold the plot, That all might know each actor's part And all the story's sequence. So I, like Chorus, in the days of old, Stand here before you in that self same partg Our hearts shall here again unfold The drama of our early lives. To marlc each act and entrance here, Shall be my part, and you shall be The actors and the audience,--all in one. I pray you then, be ready, for the act is on. SCQIIQ l The first to come before you and to claim The sweet attention of your hearts and eyes. Is Madge, and she with magic skill and power Shall wave her wand and lo! behold! The mask of years shall drop away, A miracle shall come to pass,-- For age and youth shall so confounded be, By her strange, subtle power, That those whose years do bid them pause Shall be as children, in this very hour. untold Response to Coast--- Reminiscences of School Davs ml'S. mddQC 0'DOIllI2ll Cl7lIl1lllQS After all Alma lVlater's most careful training. I find myself prefacing this--which l hope to be my masterful effort-by a transgression against the usages of good form and against the canons of good literature. With an apology to Oliver Wendell Holmes for this parody on his celebrated alumnal poem. l rush madly on: ls there any old girl In this gay, giddy whirl? Ifithere is lead her out, With small fuss about: Hang the Almanac's cheat And the catal08UC'S Spitei Old Time is a Liar. H We're eighteen tonight. 41 We f 1-We li We lc Wa we :We We lf :Wa We You young girls, with the--Beyond the Alps lies Italy, over the sea is Spain,-lighb of-promise-in-your-dreamy-eyes, are wondering why your beautiful vision is blurred by the appearance of an older one trying to act a gay and giddy part, and she, the mother of sevenl and the oldest a l9l l graduate of her own Alma Mater. But she would have you remember, O Youthful Maiden, that the woman heart is perennially young. But there, we did not come here to preach nor to teach, but dutifully to respond, and our dearest wish is, that your school days at old St. Mary's contain half the happiness that these reminiscences are bringing back to us. ' 1' Here you are, with your eighteen-year later curriculum, your Paris styles, your many pleasures, and splendid opportunities, and I know very well that the first thing you will do will be to make fun of my graduating gown. ll was cream colored and made with a basque! but in one way, it excelled yours-it had a capacious pocket in it. You with your vacation time crowded to the utmost, with motoring parties, house parties, bridge parties and dancing parties, are smiling at our holiday time--jogging down on the Sugar Grove road behind old Dobbin, our picnics, our euchre games and our occasional parlor dance. You may even think our course of study old fogy, but we practiced our music just as unfaithfully, conned our Latin exercise just as faultily, read the great English masterpieces with the same misunderstanding as you yourselves, and as all careless girlhood have done. But the study of Church doctrine, the ethical training which made for Chris- tian, Catholic womanhood-these have remained to be our guide and defense long after the accomplishments have been gone from our minds, busy with the weighty cares which life in its fuller meaning brings to us all. I came here today to do something really splendid. When I received word that I was expected to respond to a toast. all the dormant vanity in my nature was aroused, and I made up my mind that the brilliant, witty, scintillating remarks which were to fall from my lips would be quoted both by word of mouth, and in St. Mary's Year Book for ages to come. But alas, the words, so brilliant, so witty, so scintillating would not come. They seem so easy to say, when one is buoyed up byi vanity. And as if to help out unkind Fate, Mark Twain's words came to my mind: By an error in the planets, things go wrong, end first in the world. Invitations. which a brisk, young fellow should get are delayed. and impeded, and obstructed, until they are fifty years over due when they reach him. When I was a boy in Missouri, he remarks, I was always on the lookout for invitations, but they always miscarried, and went wander- ing through the aisles of time, and now-they are arriving when I am old and rheumatic, and can't travel, and must lose every chance. Young women, I am not fifty: neither am I old nor rheumaticl I remarked previously that I did not come to preach, but this patronage of St. Mary's is so overwhelming, and like Banquo's ghost will not clown, so that when I failed to be witty, I tried to be wise: but failing in both, I am back with you, dear old Convent girls, to join in the march of the hopes, the ambitions, the joyousness, the purity, and the loveliness. timed to the heart beats of glorious eighteen. I Illltfllldt It hath been said for was it but a dream, That Music, that hath power to charm, Is not a common earthly thing. 42 --M ls '4 l1I ' '4 li 'L I1 -'X' '4 li '1 li '4 ls N 4 ls We A kc 4 L . 4 new :ru L. A A A as., 4. A A+asYu-PL. 4+m+m4+1sr.4+k?a4+Q.+m4+.Q-PL But like ourselves, doth own a soul Whose essence light cannot be merged in clay, And so doth wander through the air, And with our souls, doth sweet communion make. 'Tis then we most do feel sweet music's self, Its soft embrace doth lend a sweet enchantment everywhere. Efen now with l-lelen sweet. it doth abide, And she with us her treasure now shall share. S0ltg- LUdlllllQ mrs. Helen llawler Gallen Scent ll The scene doth change, and Anne, who now hath charge. Shall lead us far from childhood's happy hours Into the busy world at large. And she shall tell, how, in the noisy market place. Where men and women buy and sell Their very souls for golden gain, We, too, must take our places and must play our part: In marts of fashion and in haunts of pain: Enjoy the sunshine and endure the rain, Take up the burdens that do come with life, And by o'ercoming, end the strife. .Htl HPOSUOIMC FOI' tht ZOIIDQIII Girl . texpanaed bv requcsti ' mn. Halle oiliaff mCZOfmiCli ffffkiik'-9ffTe ?S T a time when women all over the world are seeking new modes of self-expression, when home-makers are realizing that in order E25 ' to attend to their traditional business of preparing food, pro- viding raiment, protecting children, their interest must extend far beyond the household: there iS growing up a new and wider sense of woman's responsibility to the world. There are some of us who believe that the woman of today needs larger respon- K M , 1 sibility to save her from a dangerous irresponsibility. Time was u -li f when the home drained all her energies, when it was mill and f v X loom, cannery and factory, school and theatre. ln those days she had all the domestic arts and industries in her own hands- and she found them an adequate reason against reaching out for any other activities. lf she stood for those cloistered graces and virtues which we lament today, it was perhaps because She had no time for anything but the seclusion that represented the home idea of yesterday. At present the home is neither secluded nor self-sufficient. New industrial and economic con- 43 W .. is . f fdx T ' wud 5 wud stung 1 mug 3 mug 5 :wif 5 :wc 5 :swf mmf ditions have made it simply a dispensary of manufactured commodities. and the modern woman finds that either she must go out into the world to look after her old interests or sink within the home into a state of idleness, frivolity and corrupting discontent. The best use of the released energies of woman has become a very vital problem of contemporary life. In that restless groping and striving known broadly as the Feminist Movement, we have in effect a whole generation of women looking for work-work not for the hands alone, but for the hungry mind and the yearning spirit, insufficiently occupied as the consequence of the industrial invasion of the proverbial woman's sphere. Personally, I believe this search for activity to be a much more wholesome and womanly attitude than that of those quite content to be left without itg and I should like to believe that the agitation for broadening the influence of woman is not left in the hands of leaders who forget the sources and secrets of her power. For though conditions of living change, the substance and end of life remain immutable. The home may have a broader hearthstone today than yesterday, but it must still be warmed with the same fires. Woman is always the custodian of the spiritual, the vestal who keeps burning the sacred flame on the altars of man's aspiration. Whether she is the mistress of the self-contained household of former times or of the socialized home of today, which to rule wisely she must be wisely free, her task remains the same. The world was never so much in need of women with wise heads and wise hearts. It was never so much in need of women trained in schools where the spiritual is not lost sight of in the development of the intellectual. The new times, in a word, demand women of the type of the convent-bred girl: and in addressing the alumnae and pupils of St. lVlary's-nurs- ery of all our best faiths and highest dreams-it may not be out of place to wonder what they are doing in the world to justify the exalted spirit in which they were sent out to meet it. In an age whose profession-more often than its practice-is service, there are so many ways in which they are fitted to serve. From all the open fields which invite their energies-not excluding what the stump speaker designates as as the arena of politics-I wish it might be permitted me to single out one which appeals to me as particularly needy, and almost pre- eminently worthy of cultivation. I believe that convent girlS. HS Part of their spiritual minis- try to the world, ought to feel a special responsibility for the encouragement of good current literature, especially of good Catholic literature. Now it may be objected by those who read much, and especially by those who read little, that current Catholic literature is not equal to the literature that is non-Catholic. While this objection is not so true as it seems--if it is true at all-let us admit for the sake of argu- ment that in the large and popular sense we have not a great contemporary Catholic litera- ture. Who is responsible for that? There can be no question that we had a great Catholic literature in the past. If we have not in the present, the chief reason is because we have not a great Catholic reading public. Until there is a large, a responsive, an intelligent body of Catholic readers, there will never be a representative Catholic literature. Why should any man of talent devote himself to producing something for which there is no demand? So far, all our expression on the subject has been negative. Ws say we don't want wishy-washy Sun- day school talesg we don't want endless volumes of poor sermons: we Cl0n't want flowery little manuals of devotiong we don't want gilded subscription atrocities on the glories of the Catholic Church. Now perhaps we might be much better employed reading poor sermons and subscription books illustrated with clamorously colored lithographs of the Holy Family and the Popes than in absorbing the 'crude appeals to sentiment in secular magazines, and feasting our eyes upon the pictures of actresses and chorus girls. That, of course, is a question 44 ,+k.-wmv-,+L-+4.+L T+L- A+su+m+L MQ-PL. 1+w+.Q'l+L+.a+ 44+LJ2fLJ+L of taste. At any rate, if we desire something better than we get from Catholic writers and publishers, it might be more effective to ask for what we do want instead of repeating what we don't. Negative arguments never produce positive results. Let us say that we want strong fiction, human and vital and true, broad in its themes and sympathies as Catholic life itself. Let us say that we want real poetry, the kind that has eyes not only for the beauty of bud and flower, but that sees every bush aflame with God, the kind that looks upon the sunset and the stars as lamps lit from that Light that never was on land or sea, poetry varied in its inspiration as love and truth and beauty and hope and the high vision to which the lowest of us lift wistful eyes. Let us say that we want biography that shall charm and lure us with its literary grace to read of saints and scholars, great teachers and men of action. Give us history that shall tell truth as brilliantly as the history that has perpetuated falsehood. Give us books on every subject of human interest that shall stir and fill us with an appreciation of our educational achievements, of our artistic and architectural supremacy, of our music, of our charities, of those gripping social problems in the S0lUtl0l'l of which. if we do DOI lead the world, we shall inevitably follow it to an- archy, to infidelity and to destruction. There is no subject in the whole gamut of the interest or aspiration of men on which we do not need great and vital books. Where are they? They are waiting to be written until we are ready to read them. The importent question is whether we really and sin- cerely want them. . If we do, why is it that the Catholic writers who are producing real literature-and not only real literature but real Catholic literature-poets like the late Francis Thompson and Lionel Johnson, essayists like Bishop Spalding, Agnes Repplier, Alice Meynell and Louise Imogen Cuiney, historians like the Abbot Gasquer, even humorists like Mr. Dooley -why is it that writers like these, creators of the best literature of the day and generation, find their chief encouragement from the non-Catholic reading public? Do we reject Catholic literature in that knowledge of it, because we have heard once or twice thatit is feeble and pious? That word pious, strangely enough, is the most damn- mg if adjectives 50 a Catholic reader. Or is it because what we really want is something wea ers and cru er. than the weakest andicrudest output of Catholic writers at its worst? Is it because our literary tastes are fashioned by the English of the daily press by the popular magazine, by books-save the mark!-like the fiction of lVlacGrath aiid Mc- Cutcheon and the rest of the best sellers? Sometimes I think that is the true answer to the question. We might let it go at that if it were merely a question of literary taste. But it is a question of conscience, of the very survival of spiritual ideals. ln an age drenched in world- liness, intoxicated by its own pleasures and conquests, hideously self-sufficient, terribly satisfied with the present, every true Catholic is a voice crying in the wilderness. That speech of spiritual things which is the natural mother tongue of all humanity is almost a foreign lan- guage in the world today. The fostering of the literature of truth is not alone, therefore, for own self-expression. It is not alone that we may nourish the knowledge of our heritage of faith and culture, of sanctity and world-leadership, and that with this knowledge we may assume the erect and royal bearing among our fellows that befits the daughters of kings and scholars and saints, the children of those who have carried the truth of Christ uncorrupted through the centuries I It is for these reasons, and it is for a deeper reason still. It is because not in the pulpit or in the school or in the cloister, but in the world. in the mal'kCfPlHC6 and the shop and the 45 ww ww I ,wuz , ,wuz j 2:5906 f :wif j' Nui A mmf wud f office and the factory, must there be heard the voice of those who speak the speech of God amid the clamor of worldliness. Unless we can speak spiritual things strongly and sincerely enough to dominate the din of many conflicting voices, the spirit must be conquered by the world. We are the torch-bearers amid the fogs of unbelief, of discontent and deepening despair. Unless we speak of God, surely, Clearly, uncompromisingly, His name shall not be heard in I-lis world. You may ask me what a handful of convent girls can hope to do in their little corner of the world to Conquer its Spirit and Overcome its tendencies. But have you never noticed what even one vivid, purposeful, believing soul can do to vitalize any number of the slug- gish, the indifferent, the sceptical? In a society of doubters, it is faith that leads. The trouble with many of us is that we seem to think that it is a crime to be different from others. whereas we must be different to be ourselves. And if we are ourselves, we cannot help being the leaders of the world. It is only when we try to follow that we are out of place. Who is the woman who shall lead in this new crusade for broader opportunity, fuller life? I think it is the woman who is satisfied with nothing less than the best, the best thought as expressed in literature, the best standards as exemplified in her daily conduct. It is she who knows that the soul and not the body is the precious life she must first feed and expand and beautify: she who does not fear the world because she sees beyond it: she who enriches herself before striving for richesg the woman who thinks, who works, who prays-who dares to be what she is, who dares to do what she believes. llllifllldk Again let music with her magic art, Steal in our souls and fill each heart ' V With thoughts of roses and the shining flowers, That waft sweet incense from the leafy bowers, And so beguile us that we may forget The world and all its dread entanglements. Make us again, Oh music, so to feel That sweet endearment of thy gracious self , . That we shall clasp thee close and close enfold Our souls together in a bond so strong, That life shall be the harmony of one grand, sweet song. Be thou, sweet Mary, Music's voice, - And sing to us thy heart's own choice. Song- II I were a Rose miss mdtv Dtllligdlt SCC!!! 'Ill Last scene of all, and by fair Lydia's grace Our hearts shall rest, and our last thoughts shall be Of sweet St, Mary's, her enduring charms 46 3t9?l!!fSR92'l!!S9?l!QM!wtt2UQf3tt?l!!i3'2l!!I3 Z'l!il SW!!! . v iv i+w+ Q.+mr+Lia+a +a J+a-'ws-1+Li.a+a r+M+.Q+M.+r. hmm Shall travel with us, though our paths may stray To far-off countries and in alien lands,- She still shall hold us, and our hearts shall beat In sweet accord and unison. St. Mary, do thou guide us on And be our rest and comfort, ' Till the day be done, and all our work be finished. Response I0 coasl-HSI. mCflj,S miss llvdia Banlv When the secretary of the Executive Committee wrote requesting me to respond to a toast here today, I accepted with such alacrity that my presumption might have reminded her of the small boy who waved his hand frantically when his teacher asked for a sentence in which the word pendulum was correctly used. The youngster's response came, Light- ning was invented by Pendulaim Franklin. In order that I might not be 'so wide of the mark, I chose St. lVlary's as a theme, realizing that if there be any subject which could bring me inspiration it must be this. Shortly after receiving your secretary's letter, in looking over some old books that dealt with the early history of Ohio, I found in one dust-covered volume, the following note under the heading, Somerset in l846, - There is, in the town, a nunnery to which is attached St. Mary's Seminary. This institution is well conducted by the Sisters of St. Dominic, and many Protestant families send their daughters here to be educated. It was established in l830 by Bishop Fenwick, first bishop of Cincinnati. This is uninteresting enough to the ordinary reader, but what a Hood of thought and emotion it brings to you and to me. Unfortunately, those of our number who remember Somerset are growing yearly fewer, but we all know that this grand institution to which we pay homage today is just old St. Mary's rejuvenated, or possibly the change has been from youth to maturity. We all know that after some years our chronicler put down his pen. There was a fire--one of those blessings in disguise perhaps- then a generous gift of broad acres near our capital city, and St. Mary's, new indeed, yet old in her traditions, identical in her principles and ideals, arose again on the fair hills of Frank- lin County and has been rising ever since, until I fear some of her graduates will have to get airships to keep up with her. Truly we rise on stepping stones of our dead selves to higher things. just as the traveler in a strange country is first concerned in finding out which is east and which is west, so we, amid the ever changing horizons of life, must stop now and then to get our bearings. The poet speaks of the kindred points of heaven and home to which we may look for guidance. May not we who are assembled here today add St. lVlary's as the Mecca of our prayers? I think it is one of the greatest privileges of our lives that we can meet here every year and spend a wonderful day in this ideal environment among familiar scenes and old friends. The tie that binds us to St. Mary's is one of the purest, because it takes us back to OUT Youth: it is one of the happiest, since it binds us to the days when we looked forward rather than backward, for in hope there is no touch of regret while in retrospect there is always the sadness of autumn. Yet, after all, the past is our PYCSCHI l0Clay. Memory is king and as we gaze tenderly, regretfully upon girlhood haunts. we sing in our hearts: 47 ww s wuz 3 :wc . :Wg i NWI: 1 mpc Q ,swag sung :Wg z l..inger O Radiant Time, thy power Hath nothing else to give. Life is complete. But let the happy present hour by hour, Itself remember and itself repeat. Summoned by sweet traditions, this hallowed spot holds us as her own today. Un- speakable memories fill our hearts. We rejoice in the very changes which make our Alma Mater like St. lVlary's of old. We find her richer by the acquisition of many fruitful yearsg more vigorous, more bountiful, her spacious halls ever growing amplerg her influence ever widening and deepening, and although some of us may not recognize many old land- marks-for even within the memory of the youngest of our number St. lVlary's has made wonderful strides,-the presence of these Sisters reassures us. As long as we are welcomed here by these changeless friends, we shall never feel like strangers within her walls no matter what magnificence they may take on, as long as they remain, there shall forever linger here for us, upon these hills and vales and around these walls, the light that never was on land or sea, -the consecration of the poet's dream. . It is a real inspiration to come back here today and find that St. lVlary's has advanced so rapidly and that progress is not incompatible with the highest ideals of womanhood, that one does not need to be a suffragette, but even may be so old-fashioned as to adhere to the German adage expressive of woman's rights, Kuche, Kirche and Kinder, and still take to heart all the lessons which this age has inherited from the masters of the past and bequeaths to us as we sit humbly at the feet of Time. Then, here's to St. lVlary's, the home of our girlhood, the pride of our womanhood,-in aqua pura let's pledge our name. EDil0Qllt The play is done,--the players take their way. Poor Chorus, of her part bereft, must say Farewell, ere all have left. I pray you for a little while, Bear me in mind and heart as I will you. I now bespeak for each of you A life of joy and happiness, Until we meet again. Ancl now, fair ladies, may God treat you well, And so I say Farewell, farewell. Our Right Reverend Bishop made the afternoon unusually pleasant by his gracious pres- ence, and addressed the assemblage in his fatherly way paying a beautiful tribute to the true woman of the convent school. At half past four, Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament was given by the Bishop, thus closing one of the most delightful of all alumnae meetings. 48 MRS. FLORENCE MAGRUDER GILMORE MRS. JULIA MILLER 'IUSSING PRESIDENTS OF ST. MARY'S ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION MRS. ROSE LEONARD BYRNE. N N' WV' V' ,,Q1,f+r.,,, .pxqbgl-5-lsviv +evff+N,. . + -?fJ+k,.. e.J+w59+ -iff+N,.5+e15f+ws-f+Qf+wv +-ew-'+R Hlumnae notes The Columbus Chapter of the Association held three highly successful meetings during the year just closing. The first was a delightfully informal gathering at the home of Mrs. Minnie Brent Anawalt, the evening being devoted mainly to the discussion of Italian art. In the second, which occurred in the month of December, Miss Mary Marzetti was hostess and entertained her guests with a programme of appropriate Christmas song and story, an espec- ially charming number being a recitation by Mrs. Gilmore, of one of the tales of her talented daughter. The third, an open meeting to which two hundred invitations were issued. was a musicale held at the home of Mrs. D. W. McGrath. All the selections were rendered by members of the Alumnae Association and were not only thoroughly enjoyable, but really fin- ished and artistic performances. The Columbus Chapter is certainly doing its share in foster- ing a spirit of comradeship and loyalty. The Alumnae Association extends its warmest felicitations to the following members who were married during the past year: Miss Edna Kearns to Mr. Ralph Edgar Moeser, Miss Louise Vance to Mr. Ralph Wheeler, Miss Florence Hudgel to Mr. Frederick Antrim Caskey, Miss Marie Brushart to Mr. Edward Russell, Miss Lucile Bishop to Mr. Joseph Baker, Miss Maybelle Murphy to Mr. John A. Alburn, Miss Anna McNulty to Mr. I-lenry Keiner, Miss Marguerite Stump to Mr. Ralph Laning, Miss Geraldine Ritson to Mr. H. Bingham Ballou, Miss Seraphine Kane to Mr. John Flanagan, Miss Dorothy Irvine to Dr. F onsa A. Lambert, Miss Elsa Eick to Mr. George Carenbauer, Miss Virginia Swearingen to Mr. Edward S. Thatcher Jr Miss Nellie Lamb to Mr. Chester Sherman, Miss Hilda Koos to Mr. Peter Lannaii and Miss Edna Shiel to Mr. Perry Christler. Congratulations are likewise offered to the following members, whose homes have been made brighter by a wee baby boy or girl, Mrs. Dolly Griffin Sherry, Mrs. Helen Lane Gar- nty, Mrs. Faye Christy Bigelow, Mrs. Florence Schilder Mutchler. We sincerely regret the deaths of two members from our circle. namely: Miss Agnes Miller of Lancaster, and Miss Mollie Magruder of Columbus. The latter was among the first pupils at the academy in Somerset and her beautiful life ro cl th h ' had been in noble and efficient hand p ve at er early training s. The annual meeting of the Association for l9l2 will be held on June, the tenth. g MARY M. Drrrois, '08, Rigs' QTY iw f T L. X fvs' f 49 xwlc :wif , WIC . :Wil . guy: . swf swf r ww your p llittle miss Goobergrabbler at St. marv's Little Miss Goobergrabbler left her home in the sunny South to live at St. lVlary's where it snows, and blows, and rains for six months every year, When she entered on Sep- temher ll. l9l l. she theught She W0t-ltd never find herself in such a big place, but when all the girls got in, there wasn't any too much roorn for her. The first great trouble there was making her bed and dressing her hair. With the prefect's help, she soon learned to smooth 0Ut the wrinkles and tangles. Of course she got homesick, but she swallowed her tears, for she did n't want anybody to know. It seemed to her hCllS Were fttl8h18 att the ttme 'c0nvent'bells, school bells, door bells and 'phone bells-it all made her think of a piece in her Language Book, about bells, The man that wrote it could write more about bells, if he lived at St, Mary's, Geehergrahhlel' get three things at SCh0od-squelchings, deductions and measles. She deserved all the squelchings, although she did not feel them so very long and did not get so very many. Deductions hurt on Assembly Day, but this was soon over. Perhaps, though. when Little Goobergrahlvler is Mrs- Somebody and brings her little girl to school and somebody tells about those deductions, they'll Count hard. Measles hurt worst and lasted t0D8C5t- Eight Gifts had to Stay ill H Ct-ark Y00m and have measles for two weeks. The red- Ctel' they sol- the maddet' they felt, until they were mad all over. But they found there are some nice things even about measles, for everybody was good to them and they got the best of everything. Reading, writing and arithmetic are the same North and South, but some teachers are more particular. Little Goobergrabblefs Writing when she came was enough to scare the witches, but after she sat up to the desk and made rolls of smoke and rows of strokes and other things on a hundred sheets of paper, she got l0O per cent in writing. Although she hated the failures and the work, success came at last. By this time she had learned that everybody has to work hard if he wants to get along. The Sisters are always talking about character. Goobergrabbler hopes hers will soon be formed, as she would like to know what she will look like when she gets it. They say it is all inside, but it will show in your actions. The books don't say anything about it, but there's many things besides studies at St. lVlary's-there's dancing parties, plays, concerts, musicales and especially there's retreats. Perhaps these things make character some way without just saying so. Little .Miss Goobergrabbler was eleven when school opened in Sep- tember: when it closes in June she will be twelve. The longer she lives, the wiser she gets. MILDRED SWAF F ORD, Sixth Grade. 1 slr' 5' ' f:-1191 ' X S sl 50 uf jwll will Wulf , NSW U NWI! e jwll i WW 7 N444 UN fllllllldl RCIYQGI This year the three days before Palm Sunday found us in retreat, and certainly no time 'could have been better chosen for prayer and meditation than these three days pre- ceding that sadly-joyful feast that heralds the passion of our Savior. Our minds and hearts turned easily then to things spiritual, and we felt a ready zeal to practise what was enjoined. Silence, of course, was profound, and it was indeed edifying to see a hundred or more merry, if not noisy, girls so sober and recollected. Father M. J. Foley, O. P., conducted the exercises, and it is our belief that had the Sisters searched the world over they could not have found a more interesting or more sym- pathetic instructor. He seemed to know and appreciate the temptations which a young girl continually meets, and, in his conferences, always had the right word in the right place on the ways to avoid these pitfalls. There were four conferences daily. and though of all thirteen delivered, no two were alike, all centered on one theme: To be good is to be happy. None were long enough to be tiresomeg in fact we usually drew a disappointed sigh at the close, so short had the time seemed. It is safe to say there was not one girl present who did not come out of retreat with a firm resolution to correct her faults and do all in her power to attain the stand- ard of womanly virtue held up to her by this zealous and broadminded Dominican Father. Former pupils who attended the retreat were: Misses Margaret Anawalt. Bernette B0ylan, Mary Magruder, Marie McGrath, Neva Newark, Helen Robinson, Mary Morath, Gertrude Connors, Eileen Connors, Gertrude Rauch, Nellie McGowan, Evangeline Wol- fel, Mary Brosmer and Stella Lawler. HELEN LEWIS. ' I 3. 1-1- . ullll'0l'll1S Come aid me. Muse, this day to sing The banishment of everything That us did individualize. Apart from lineaments and size. That liat who would ever guess That made us uniformly dress? . Necks high, sleeves long, skirts amply wide Dame Fashion's laws quite set aside. Yet troubles were not ended there, Next came the orders 'bout our hairg Rats scampered off and hid away ln exile 'till Commencement Day. Initiated only knew How on each head long curls soon grewg The metamorphosis was done: Our student body was as one. Time was when we each other knewg Now we must stop to ask. who's who. For everyone looks yust the Same- We thank our stars weve each R Hamel GRAcE Tl-IIMMES, 'I 3 51 ww 3 mmf f ,mug V Qwff 5 ,twig rising 5 :wif ' fixing f wwf - y r Zbronitles Uisil of the Seniors to the Home of mr. In. S. Zonnors The visit of the Seniors to the beautiful new home of Mr. M. S. Connors on the thir- teenth of October was the first of the pleasant social happenings of the year l9l l-IZ. The weather was idealg and shortly after dinner, the party set out in two divisions, one for a brisk walk through the bracing autumn air and the other for a no less exhilarating ride in which the class president, being from the country, had the privilege of driving the spirited steed Maud. From some unaccountable reason connected with horse or driver, the occupants of the vehicle and the pedestrians reached their destination almost at the same moment. They were warmly welcomed by the genial host and hostess and given free range of the beautiful house and grounds, an advantage of which they were not slow to avail themselves. After a consider- able time spent in the ballroom, the guests started on an explorigation tour of the exterior. They tried all the swings, petted the horses and dogs, and examined the vegetable garden: they made the acquaintance of the wonderful white Orpington chickens and heard all about their pedigree, their eccentricities, and loving little traits of character. By the time these things had been investigated, the remaining members of the Connors' family had congregated, and when everybody had met everybody else, Mrs. Connors invited all to the dining room where a dainty luncheon was served. Full justice having been done to this, it was time for St. Mary's Seniors to h omeward wend their unwilling way. For those who had walked the wending had its compensations, as Mr. Connors placed his auto at their service. Of course for days afterwards, the Seniors talked of the happy event and rejoiced in it as a good augury for the year. Q f '7 5 BLANC:-in DUNLAP. 'I2. BGIIOWYQII DJIICC Hallowe'en was as usual celebrated with one of the big parties of the year. The Seniors were in charge of the affair which was distinctly successful. The festivities began at six o'clock with the customary banquet. After this, all repaired to the study hall which had previously been cleared for dancing. The orchestra furnished excellent music and at the end of the sixteenth dance, all responded to a welcome summons to the lunch room to be regaled with cider and ginger-bread. After this diverting intermission, dancing was resumed and kept up until a late hour, when all retired with voluble thanks to their hostesses for a very happy evening, and with no less fervent inward gratitude that the morrow being a free day would be a fitting occasion for a long sleep. P475 ' BLANC:-ua DUNLAP, ' I 2. BJDUSIIIS What do you desire? Will you be baptised? Your name il . Thus were the three little aspirants to the Catholic faith interrogated by the convent chaplain, Father Pendergast, 52 ww . ww will ' PWC L .IWC QWQ , QWC QWQ - PWQ 1 on the eve of December eighth. The night before this great feast of the Immaculate Con- ception was selected as a fitting occasion to administer the Sacrament of Baptism to the three little Hamilton sisters, Josephine, Maxie and Elizabeth. The eamestness of the eldest, Jo, the straightforwardness of Max. and the winsomeness of Baby Bess won for them an addi- tional fervent prayer from all those present. Sisters and girls alike will never forget the solemn and impressive scene and will always beg that the Baptismal robes of these specially favored children may never be sullied. ,- Br.ANcr-na DUNLAP, '12, rsh Hmmal visit of mr. Z. E. W. Grittitb Mr. C. E. W. Griffith paid his annual visit to St. Mary's on January tenth. His sub- jects for interpretation, which included Twelfth Night, Henry IV and Henry V, revealed new aspects of his versatile talent. It is no exaggeration to say that more of the humor of Twelfth Night was gleaned from Mr. Griflith's single reading than could have been ex- tracted from a half a dozen laborious studies of the play. ln Henry IV and Henry V the reader was at his best. ln the former no comment was needed to prove Falstaff the King of Revelersf' nor to point out the magnificent contrasts of the drama. As strikingly beau- tiful and pathetic as the mirth of the earlier scene had been uproarious was the interview between Prince Hal and his father, revealing as it did that the young prince, in spite of all his waywardness, was at heart thoroughly manly and worthy to be his father's son. This impression was, of course, deepened by the nobility and spirituality later brought out in the character of Henry V. VVhen Mr. Griffitlfs dramatic performance came to a close, the auditors somehow felt that they had heard a powerful sermon. Mama SHANAHAN, 'I2. 7375 - Elllnldlllllltlll GW!!! W the EIOCIIUOII ZIASS On the twenty-seventh of February the elocution class presented two brief social farces The Kleptomaniacn and All on Account of an Actor. The intricacies of the plots were well brought out and the interest of the audiences held throughout the performance. Most of the roles were very well sustained. ln the first, Mary Clough, as leading character-a ner- vous and excitable society lady, was especially good, as was likewise Mary Bowser in her impersonation of a veteran reporter. Alice Henry, as a young bride who continually drags Charlie's unlimited virtues on the scene was natural and amusing. ln the second, Helen Dittoe in the role of a negro servant was heartily applauded and Averil Fowler in that of an old maid with mincing gait and bobbing curls and primly folded hands. more than once sent the audience off in a gale of laughter. Little nervousness was displayed beyond what was necessary for the situation, and any chance forgetfulness of lines was adroitly concealed by extempore tums in the conversation. LILLIAN MAGRUDER, Special, FFS m0lld IM UCSIGI The most beautiful and inspiring dramaticipreformance in years at St. Mary's was un. doubtedly the presentation of Mona the Vestal on March twenty-first. Many things com- 53 bined to invest the play with peculiar interest and to fire the ardor of the youthful actorsg first it was to be rendered in honor of Bishop Hartley: second, it dealt with the heroic clays of Erin, the feast of whose glorious patron had just passed, third, it was the composition of that pioneer of Catholic fiction in the United States, Mrs. Anna Hanson Dorsey and had been dramatized by her granddaughter, St. Mary's beloved Prioress, Sr. Stephanie. By means of ferns, palms, vines, and rustic chairs artistically disposed, a very pretty and appropriate stage setting was secured. Much time and labor had been spent upon the costumes which were really very graceful and beautiful and suggestive of the age in which the scenes of the drama are laid,--Erin in the days of St. Patrick. The plot of the drama is briefly as follows: two noblemen, Clotaire of Bretagne and Ulric of Heidelberg in pursuit of learning are placed under the care of the Bard Abaris. Clotaire when engaged in the chase saves the life of a Vestal of Nerf called Mona. He be- comes enthralled by her beauty, but is compelled to conceal his love since the maid is a Vestal of the Temple. The Bards and Druids celebrate the solemnity of the Baal-Fire on the plains of Magh-Breagh, and while there, hear of Patricius and his marvelous conversions. The noted preacher is summoned before the estates of Tara to explain his mission. His efforts succeed in converting many of the pagan nobles and even their king. Mona, who has been declared drowned has been rescued by the Christians and finally receives the waters that change her from a Vestal of Nerf to a Vestal of Christ. Her hiding place is discovered by Clotaire who likewise has become a Christian. He pleads his suit earnestly, but is told that she whom he loves is pledged to be the Bride of Christ. Meanwhile Count Ulric who is hostile to the Christians and who has become the mortal foe of Clotaire, betrays Mona to the Druids. In the pursuit which follows, she takes refuge in a cave which she mistakenly sup- poses to be that resorted to by the Christians and is drowned by the billows of the rising tide. With such a plot there was ample opportunity for the display of histrionic ability, and as a matter of fact, the acting was for the most part excellently done. Averil Fowler who took the part of Mona the Vestal. has a winning stage presence, enhanced by a sweet and sym- pathetic voice. and entered thoroughly into the spirit of her role. Altogether the performance was one long to be remembered by the students of St. Mary's. l..lLI..lAN MAGRUDER, Special. rw-1 the Sophomore Ball While the bunny and his historic egg were still in vogue and Eastertide had hardly be- gan to ebb, the Sophomores re-ushered their older companions into the giddy whirl of social festivities at S. M. A. The stage of the study hall had been converted for the occasion into the dearest of cozy corners: gay pillows were tossed carelessly here and there, and com- fortable seats of all kinds rayed out a genial welcome. Shortly after seven o'clock, ten girls arrayed in holiday attire,--a beautiful living rainbow,-entered the rear of the study hall, greeted Mother Vincentia and the Sisters, and then followed by their companions, formed the grand march. This ended in a two-step followed by dances, old and new, the quaint varsovienne, the Oxford minuet and the skating schottische, alternating with waltzeg and two-steps. As a form of diversion, guessing games were introduced and prizes awarded later in the refectory. When the supper dance was finished, the door of the dining room were thrown open, and the girls were greeted by a beautiful sight. The class colors, lav- ender and gold adorned the Fables, and amid merry laughter the guests consulted the little 54 ww ww ww V www 2 ww I gww wuz any ' swag . hand-painted rabbits, which each bore a name. When all were seated and duly admired the jaunty little chickens perched on the rim of each glass, and the pansy napkins, they set in with hearty good will to dispose of the tempting viands. After supper and the conferring of diplomas, the remainder of the evening was spent in dancing. When the last notes of Home, Sweet Home sounded through the hall, it was a tired, but happy crowd of girls who went to bed, declaring the Sophomore ball was one more red letter mark in the scale of good times at St. Mary's. LILLIAN MAGRUDER, Special. f49'5 cfip of U72 Eighth Gfddt I6 tht 0lll0 lldmlldl Bdllli After seven months of strenuous efforts and unremitting labor the Eighth Grade suc- ceeded in winning the banner awarded to the class having the highest general average. As such an event had not occurred in years, it was only fitting that it should be signalized in some extraordinary way. The reward in question was a trip to the Ohio National Bank. At about half past one on the afternoon of April the tenth, three touring cars gaily decorated in St. lVlary's pennants made their appearance and were soon speeding to the city with the happy Eighth Grade. Arriving at the Ohio National, the class was cordially welcomed by Mr. Stein, who kindly conducted them over the great building. The automatic adding ma- chine, the immense safe with its linings of galvanized iron and its twenty-four massive bolts. the safe deposit vaults, the beautiful grandfather's clock,-all awakened the keenest interest. A stop-off at the Busy Bee on the way home was a very important and pleasurable feature of the afternoon's programme. Since the trip the Eighth Grade have determined to be more than ever mindful of their motto: No victory without labor. ZELMA MCCONNELL. 'l6. YNVQ Che llittle Girls' Ball Cn the afternoon of Wednesday, April the seventeenth. the girls of the Junior division f th Academ entertained with a delightful little party followed by a luncheon. 0 ist three oyclock three bells were rung and the smlzgl host-:essles asigmbjed intthewfttxhdy Hall, where awaiting them were the Chaplain. the ev. at er en ergas . o er Vincentia and the Sisters, the parents of the little girls and the members of the Freshman Class-all uests of honor for the occasion. ' i The Els were dressed in white, wearing pink or blue ribbons: while the stage formed a Suitable bgckg,-ound to thg scene, being decorated profusely with ferns, and giving all the appeElf'al1IhcErgtfni?ri1rl:Einqiii the program for the afternoon's entertainment was a Grand March led bv the small Misses Margaret Nutzling and Bess l-lamilton. .Theligures were beauti- ful, the little ones proving themselves quite as graceful and accomplished in the art of dancing as their older companions. Immediatelb' after the Grand Malfch began a semis of pretty little dances: among them the Varsovienne, Mlnueto and Others. Interrupted by frequent visits to m0ther'5 side for a Word gf praise, which was fully merited. So perfectly familiar were the little ones with the dances, that there was scarcely a false step' at least If there were any, 55 wg g .gwfg i 'wg i 'gwfg , wg 5 wg 5 .wg 1 gwfg f wg they were quite imperceptible and it was evident that the older guests were quite as well en- tertained as the children. After the luncheon, which was served at five o'clock, the guests departed and each tired, happy minim declared that of all states of life, the happiest was that of being a Little Girl at St. lVlary's. V A ' KATHERINE WILSON, 'l5. ff? litdllft W fdllttl' 7. H. GMTIIQV, 0. P. Sublimest danger over which none weeps. VVhen any young wayfaring Soul goes forth, Alone, unconscious of the perilous road, The day sun dazzling in his limpid eyes To thrust his way,-he an alien-through The world of books. With these beautiful words of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Father Gaffney, on the evening of April eighteenth, opened his lecture on indiscriminate Reading. After stat- ing the purpose of his address--to warn his hearers of the literary pitfalls they would inevit- ably meet with on leaving school, he proceeded to enumerate the special classes of books to be avoided and books to be sought. These he discussed at some length, showing the baneful effects of the former on mind, heart and character and the uplifting power of the latter. The Reverend lecturer concluded his remarks by quoting freely from the Pastoral Letter of the Third Plenary Council of Baltimore, Brother Azarias' Books and Reading, and Bishop f-ledley's Christian Inheritance. The lecture was both interesting and helpful and was listened to with marked attention. , I-IANNAH WATTERSON, 'l4. FV5 IICCIIIYQ bv fdllttl' li. 0'ZOIIll0l', 0. P. One of the most entertaining and instructive lectures of the school year was given on Wednesday evening, May the eighth. by Father J. B. O'Connor, O. P., on his Trip to Alaska. Listening to his vivid description of scenes he had witnessed, we felt ourselves transported into that region of ice and snow. and experienced with him, the dangers and pleasures attendant upon such a journey. From the moment we embarked with the lights of Seattle twinkling in the distance, until we had safely landed at home again. the trip was one great panorama of beauty. 'Carefully winding our way about the edge of some treach- erous canyon or gorge, we heard that mighty roar of a great waterfall when in a leap of several hundred feet, it crashed down upon the rocks below where its spray was turned into thousands of gleaming pearls. With dazzling rapidity we passed in imagination from the deserted Indian village abounding in totem poles, those strange records of the past, to the rich region of the Klondike and back again to Vancouver, our final destination, nearly convinced that we had actually taken the trip ourselves. In fact, Father O'C0tlI10l'S Power of word painting, his animation and enthusiasm, his clear sonorous voice, combine to render him one of the most interesting of entertainers. , ' 2 . I - MAE Swim-1, 'l3. 56 LIBRARY STUDY HALL YL HWL JWl!!IWL ilk'-XWL il'-WL !'lWl!iI'WL SJW L .I 1 1 , f L l ' A I 5 f islzl ilslzib .Q Tlx ii 11 -Q ig 11 le islzl .Q is 11 .Am me me mmm .A+m.+rc 4+m+.c. .mmm me me me A .Am w e A Il Recital W mlSS Zilllltllllt wdlltl' September the Nineteenth, Nineteen Hundred and Eleven. l. A Boarding School Problem ...................................... .......,..................................................... D orothy Dix The Fate of the Other Dr. Ingram ............ ................ E dward Everett l-lale Patsy, from the story of Patsy .... ........ . . ................ Kate Douglas Wiggins Selections from the Poets. A Doctor of the Old School, from Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush ......... ...... l an Maclaren Short stories in dialect. --1-T.ii..-...1 -.-i.- . e Dfdlllallc EXDl'6SSi0ll Kemal October the Nineteenth, Nineteen Hundred and Eleven. I-- Che m0llSQ clap william Dean howells ' CHARACTERS. Mrs. Amy Somers ............. .....,...................................,..... ............. F r ances Halliday Mr. Willis Campbell ...........,............................................................................................................... Blanche Dunlap Jane ............................. Q ...................................................,....................................................................... Margaret De Maro Callers.Vesper Price, Margaret McAllister, Margaret l-lartley, Madge Kinsey, Helen Dittoe ll- Che Backward Zllildn 11 Sketch bv Pauline Phelps and mation Short The Governess ........................................................................................................................ Mildred Bigoney The Child ......... ...........................................................................................................,............ M argaret Hartley Ill- Che engagement Ring H Sketch bv B. marshall Iiocke Miss Lavinia Torrington .......................................................................................... ......... M argaret McAllister Miss Dollie Wilton ............... ......................... ................... M a clge Kinsey 57 e Pliilmlldiliedll Societv November the Fifth, Nineteen Hundred and Eleven. .Hn Evening with Sli' waliif SCN' Discussion of Current Topics ....................................... R. Hanks, M. Macklin, E. Snyder, E. Seely Reading-The Wizard of the North ............................................................................................. V irginia Kolp Selection from Lay of the Last Minstrel ...............................,.................................................... Lucille Kaelin Song from the Lady of the Lake fAve Marial .................. ..............., M ary Magdalen Davin Paper-The Historical Interests of Scott's Novels ............. ..................... C atherine Leonard Recitation- Lochinvar ................................................................................ ................. M arjorie Campion Paper-Scott's First Love ...................................................................................... ....................... M ildred Jobe Reading with Piano Accompaniment- The Earl King ............. ............... M ildred Bigoney Critic ................................................................................................................................ ....,..,...... L illian Magruder Evening in Honor ef Sister Stephanie February Fourth, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve. Holy Night-Chorus ................................................................................................................... ............... C horal Class cablfall of the naliviw Blessed Mother ................... ..................... , ......................................................................................... R egina Pucketts St. Joseph ............................................................................................................................................. Josephine Hamilton S 'Trip U0 Elll'0D2 -3 Sher! mllfoltdl ZOIIIQCW Prologue .... .................................................................................................................................................. K atherine Maloy CAST OF CHARACTERS. Aunt Sue, the chaperon ..................................................................................................................... Margaret Wright Dick, an uncertain fellow ............................................................................................................... Madge Kinsey Babies, indispensable encumbrances.. ................ Mary Hanlon. Jane Cable Nursemaid .................................................. ...... ................................................. R u th Gordon Captain of Steamship ................................... ..........,...................................................................... 1 .... I Isabel Moore Custom-House Officer ........................................................................................................................ Lillian. Magruder Girl Tourists ...... Mary Magdalen Davin, Agnes Dittoe. Mildred Bisoney. Averll Fowler, Katherine Maloy Boy Tourists ...... Helen Hoag, Frances Halliday, Vesper Price. Marie Shanahan, Marguerite Griley Sailors--Lucille Kaelin, Cora Pergrin, Juanita Thompson, Laura Gallagher, Elsie Weber, Madlyn Augustin, Nina Hohl 58 Pl?ll0llIdIl7Qdll SOClQlV February the Twenty-fifth, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve. .ml EVCMIIQ with Sl?dli0SP2dl'Q'S ucwklfllt night The Atmosphere of Twelfth Night .................................................................................... .................. I-l elen Lewis The Theme of Twelfth Night .............................. ............... M adlyn Augustin The Comic Element of Twelfth Night ............ .............................. M ildred ,lobe Viola and Olivia ..............,................................................... ......................................... M ae Smith The Treatment of Malvolio fDiscussionD .............. ........... H elen Lewis., Pearl Cable Critic ......................................................................................,............................... .......................... L illxan Magruder first Dramatic Class On Tuesday evening. March fifth, nineteen hundred and twelve, the First Dramatic Class presented the one-act comedy Kleptomaniac and a farce, Just Like Girls. fbi KlCDIOIIldllldC'f margaret Zameron CAST OF' CHARACTERS. Mrs. John Burton .............................................................................................. ..................... M ary Clough Mrs. Valeria Chase Armstrong ................ ,,,,,,,,,,,, K atheyine Wilson Mrs. Charles Dover ..................................... ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, A lice Henry Mrs. Preston Ashley ........,.....,............. ............... E leanor Bland Miss Freda Dixon ................. ........................ P earl Cable Miss Evelyn Evans ......... ............................................................... ................... 2 ...... M a ry Bowser Katie .................................... .......................................................................... .............. L 1 llian Hindershied f'IlISl Glflsn CHARACTERS. Adelaide ,,,,,,,,,, .............................................. .................. C o ra Pergrin Eunice ---.... .................................. ............ A U drey McCloud Lucille ............ ...... -----'-----' M a fgafet Hartley Aunt Ellen ....................... --------------------' A Veil Fowler Mrs. Green .......................... --------- M a1'8aI'Ct McAllister Mr, Green, a vgice '.-.-.....-..-... ............ ............................. - -. Pearl Anabella Johnson ,,,,, ...........,........... .................. H e len Dittoe 59 i M45 li M445 .1 BWI? li was A M945 I gwwu fwfr ww - wuz . mllSiCdIQ Given bv tht Columbus Zbapter of St. marv'sHlumnaeHssociation St. Patrick's Day, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve. Chorus--Spring Song ................................................................................................................................................ Pinsuti First Sopranos: Mrs. Harmon, Mrs. Gallen, Miss Bergin, Miss Magruder. Second Sopranos: Miss Anawalt, Miss Lawler, Miss Wolfel, Miss Dunigan. First Altos: Mrs. O'Shaughnessy, Miss McGrath, Miss Connors. Second Altos: Mrs. McNamee, Miss Snyder, Miss I-loffer. Pianoforte Solo-Valse Caprice ........................................................................ ......... G rieg Miss Bergin. Vocal Duet-There Let Me Rest ....................................................... ............ G reene Miss McGrath, Miss Connors. Pianofore Solo--Die Fruhlingzeit .................................................... ............ B ecker ' Mrs. Harmon. Reading-Oleander. - - 1 Miss Fahey. Pianoforte Duet-Country Dance ............................................................... .......,. N evin Miss Brent, Miss Gleason. Violin Solo--Romance ......... ................................................................... .............. W 1 Cl'll8W8lCl Miss Thimmes. Reading-The Family Photograph. Miss Fahey. Song-My Little Love .......... .................................................. --------- H 8 WICY Miss Dunigan. Chorus-Barcarolle ................................................................................................... ........... O ffenbach - Violin Obligato-Miss Holler. Pianoforte Accompaniment-Miss Gleason. 60 OUR BISHOP m0ll6. Ibt UCSWII Presented in Belief or Els Lordship, the Reverend A James J. Bartley, D. D. March the Twenty-first,xNineteen Hundred and Twelve. cAs'r OF CHARACTERS. Clotaire, Count of Bretagne ................................................................................. ............. M argaret McAllister Ulric, Count of Heidelberg ........................................................................... ................... M adge Kinsey Laogare, King of Erin .......................................... ................ F . Lillian Magruder Semo, Arch-Druid of Erin ............................................ ........... L aura Gallagher Abaris, Bard and Brother of Lord Eadhna ...... .......................... H elen Dittoe Dubtach, Arch-Poet of Erin ....................................... ...................... .............. M a rgaret Hartley Erc, a Chief of Erin ....................................................................................... ........... J uanita Thompson Moriat, an aged Druid .................................................................................... .............. A nna Hoffman Lord Eadhna, Prince of Munster and Lord of Innistore .,............ .......................... L ucile Kaelin Segnan, an Esquire of Innistore .................................................................. .............. M argaret Hartley Malcho, a Boatman ....................................................................................... .................... A gnes Dittoe Lesnon, a Druid ............................................................................................................................. . .................. Alice Henry Margaret DeMaro Celtus, a Druid ................................................................................................................................. Patricius, a Christian Bishop and the Ambassador of Pope Celestine ............ Margaret Wright Benignus, his Disciple ..................................................................................................................... Lillian Hintershied Finian, a Christian Priest ............................................................................................................... ------- Stephen, a Christian Fisherman .....................,........... .............. M ary M. Davin Mona, a youthful Vestal of Nerf Naom ............ ................. A veril Fowler Dairene, an older Vestal of Nerf Naom ............ ................ M ildred Bigoney Lady Bernice, Consort of Lord Eadhna ....................... ............ ........... ............. F r a nces Halliday Aileen, pagan attendant at Innistore ................................................................................................... Pearl Cable Lena, her Christian sister and wife of Stephen ..............,......................................................... Mildred Jobe Princes, Chiefs and other nobles-Hannah Watterson, Marie Shanahan, Edna Snyder and Juanita Thompson Pages ............................................................................................. Katharine Kinsey and Anna Marie Johnson Directed by Catharine Walter. 61 N015 f swf, i ,twig Q Milf 1 7 5 1 su ww ' ,Wu ww, mllSlCdlQ n Wednesday Evening, May First, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve. PROGRAM. Schubert-Cal Staendchen ............... - ....................... ......... O rchestra fb, Am Meer. fc, Militairmarsch First Violins: The Misses Gallagher, Van Arsdale, Thompson, Griley. Magru- der, Maloy, Wolfe, Gordon, Hoster, Helen Macklin. Second Violins: The Misses Burwell, Kolp, Moore, Sanoma Phalen. Violas: The Misses Shanahan, Bowser. Cellos: The Misses Halliday, Sheridan, Kinsey. Drum: Miss Jobe. Pianos: The Misses Weber, Augustin, F inck, Wright, Cable, Wilson, Dodson. Lillo-Greeting ................ .............................................................................................................. V oice Ensemble Choral Classes. Ravina--Tyrolienne Variee ....................................................................................... Pianoforte Trio Ensemble The Misses Shanahan, Wright, Gordon: Weber, Thompson, Jobeg Dittoe, Leon- ard, Kinsey: Hodson, Kaelin, F owlerg Augustin, F inclc, Griley: Hohl. Smith, gallcrfrtlllisterg Bradley, Burwell, Moore: Lewis, Dodson, Patton: Cable, Kolp, err an. Ellmenreich-Spinning Song .......... l ......................................................................... Pianoforte Solo Ensemble Josephine and Mary Hamilton, Annetta Dubiel, Pauline McCaul, Mabel Henry, Marie Eppinger, Gertrude Koeble, Dorothy Batchelder, Gertrude Goings, Aclelia Baker. . . j . ', 3 Williams-Processional March .............................................................................. Pianoforte Duet Ensemble Lillian Hintershied, Zelma McConnell: Eula Dill, Macllyn 'Tl10l'IlP50U5 li.-e0ne Carton, Marguerite Griley: Flora Richter, Agnes Brosmer: Helen Skeele, Margaret Hartley: Mary Clough. Ruth Finck: Virginia Kolp. Hennetta Smootz: Isabel Moore, Clara Wolfe: Alfreda Bradley. Margaret McAllister. Gilchrist-The Lord is Thy Shepherd .................................................................................... Q uartet Ensemble fPrayer and Praise., First Sopranos: The Misses Halliday, Davin, Fowler. Second Sopranos: The Misses Dittoe, Kaelin, Hoag. First Altos: The Misses Wright, Cable, Leonard. D Second Altos: The Misses Hanks, Griley. Helen Dlttoe. 62 we i we I we l11W'6 li-IW I W we e we a we f Godard-Second Waltz ............................................................................................. Pianoforte Solo Ensemble The Misses Davin, Cable, Kolp, Macklin, Wilson, Finck, Van Arsdale, Hoster, McConnell. W Bohm-Glissando Mazurka ........................................... ........................................... Pianoforte Solo Ensemble The Misses Jobe, Augustin, Smith, Dittoe, Siegel, Lewis, Finck, Leonard, Mc- Connell. Moszkowski-Spanish Dance Op. IZ, No. I .................. .. .............. String Ensemble First Violin: Miss Laura Gallagher. Second Violin: Miss Beatrice Van Arsdale. Third Violin: Miss Marguerite Griley. Pianoforte: Miss Elsie Weber. Gottschalk-Miserere from Trovatore ......................................................... Pianoforte Solo Ensemble The Misses Thompson, Shanahan. Weber, Bowser, Maloy, Burwell. Mattei-Valse Brilliante ........................................................................................................ 1 ......... Quartet Ensemble First Pianos: The Misses Jobe, Weber: Bland, Kinsey: Kolp, l-lohl: I-loster, Macklin. Second Pianos: The Misses Thompson, Shanahan: Smootz, Van Arsdale: Maloy, Bowser: Kaelin, Hanks. Hatton-Music of the Night ........... - ..................... .,.. ......................... ........... C horal Song Senior Choral Class. Suppe-Pique Dame .... .. ........... .. .... ,..... ........ .. ......... ........ ............................................. Pianoforte Duet Ensemble The Misses Siegel, Shanahan: Weber, Jobe: Augustin, Thompson: Burwell, Bowser: Wilson, Halliday: Dittoe, Leonard: Cable, Smith: Maloy, Lewis: McConnell, Finck. Ascher-Andante et Allegro Marziale .... .. .......................................................................... Quartet Ensemble First Pianos: The Misses Weber, Thompson: Jobe, Finck: Dittoe, Lewis: Mc- Connell, Clough. Second Pianos: The Misses Shanahan, Burwell: Bowser, Maloy: Augustin, Smith: Siegel, Halliday- Lejeal-May Song ....................... ....... .... .... ............................................... - ........... V oice Ensemble Senior Choral Class. Rossini-William Tell ....................................,......................................................................... ...................... O verture Solo Pianoforte: The Misses Weber. Th0mPS0H- Ensemble Pianofortes: The Misses Shanahan, Burwell: Bowser, Maloy: Jobe, Wright: Leonard, Davin: Dittoe, Lewis: Macklin, Pmck: Halliday, Augustin. 63 ' Pldll0l0l'IQ llttlldl l llll Zillldltldlw lOl' JlllIl0l' GOIG mtddl Marie Shanahan Juanita Thompson Katharine Maloy Elsie Weber Mary Bowser Loree Burwell Assisted by Preparatory Intermediate Students in Voice and Pianoforte. Tuesday. May Twenty-eighth, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve. PROGRAM. Rossini-William Tell fby request, ............................................................................. ...................... O verture Solo Pianoforte: The Misses Weber, Thompson. Ensemble Pianofortes: The Misses Shanahan, Burwellg Bowser, Maloyg Jobe, Wrightg Leonard, Davin, Cable, Wilson. Graben-Hoffman-Boat Song ............................................................... ............. V oice Ensemble i Senior Choral Class. Milcle-Andante et Rondo, Op. ll ............................... . ....... ............ P ianoforte Duo Ensemble The Medalists. MacDowell-Witches' Dance, Op. l7, No. 2 .......................................... Pianoforte Solo Ensemble Miss Juanita Thompson, assisted by the Misses Shanahan, Weber, lobe, Au- gustin, Smith. I-lummell-Hunting Song ................ ............................................ . ..... --.---------- V 0 ice Ensemble Choral Classes. Sinding--Rustle of Spring, Op. 32, No. 3 ................................................... Pianoforte Solo Ensemble Miss Katharine Maloy, assisted by the Misses Shanahan. Bowser. F inclc. Smith, McConnell. Reinhold-Impromptu, Op. 28, No. 3 ............................................................ Pianoforte Solo Ensemble Mass Lfree Burwell, assisted by the Misses Weber, Thompson. Bowser, Lewis, mc . A ' 64 CONSERVATORY OF MUSIC ST. CECILlA'S HALL - - ' '1- , Weber-Invitation to the Dance, Op. 65 ...................................................... Pianoforte Solo Ensemble Miss Mary Bowser, assisted by the Misses Burwell, Weber, Maloy, Finck, Mc- Connell. Strelezki-The Birds That Sang in May ....................................................................................... Voice Duet ' Miss Marie I-lofman, Miss Marie Kimball. Godard-Valse Chromatique, Op. 88 ................................................................................. Pianoforte Unison The Medalists. Eilenberg--Andante und Variationen, Op. 24 ................,...... ............. P ianoforte Duo Ensemble The Meclalists. Schubert--Erl King ............................................................................................ ............... V oice Ensemble Senior Choral Class. Father: Miss Wright. Son: Miss Halliday. Erl King: Miss l-lofman. Erl King's Daughters: The Misses Kimball, Davin, Kaelin, Fowler, Cable. The Medalists at the Pianofortes. Gottschalk-Miserere, from Trovatore, Op. 53 .......................................... Pianoforte Solo Ensemble Miss Marie Shanahan, assisted by the Misses Thompson, Weber, Maloy, Bowser, Burwell. Ralf-Polka cle la Reine, Op. 95 ........................................................................ Pianoforte Solo Ensemble Miss Elsie Weber, assisted by the Misses Shanahan, Thompson, Maloy, Burwell. Bowser. Lambillotte-O Gloriosa Domina ..............................................,. .............. V oice Ensemble Choral Classes. Liszt-Rhapsodie Hongroise, No. 2 .........................................................................'..... Pianoforte Ensemble First Pianos: The Misses Weber, Thompson: Shanahan. Maloy: Jobe, Finck. Second Pianos: The Misses Bowser. Bllrwelli AUSUSUH. Halliday: Macklin, Lewis. 65 4 4 x I v V me-H+AJu+L.-3.4+Hume-'A+9-1+m.4+sL1+Li.4+Q'l+L4.4+M-lrQ+L ibm T+L-Qr+L Rtdtlillg Rttiidl Monday. June the Third, Nineteen Hundred and Twelve. Monolog ........................................... ........... M ayme Bitney Getting Father's Consent ....................................................................... Lillian Hintershied. Aunt Tabitha and l ............................................................................... The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story ....................................................... Margaret de Maro. The Little Scottish Martyrs .......... .......... The Housekeeper ....................... .. Virginia ............................... Knee-deep in June ............ Old Mother Goose ............ A Love Lyric .............. Rock Me to Sleep ............ an--...ua--.-...-........-........................ Averil Fowler. .1 u..-...nn--.--.n... ----..n............ Margaret Hartley. .-.....H...H-.1....-.-.........-nu...-..-... .....ne-........---.U....-......-.nu.-.---.-...--.... Margaret McAllister. The Tenor .......... .. ............................. ..... A Man's a Man for A' That ............ Crossing the Bar .................................. Helen Dittoe. Accompanist-Ruth Finck. 66 Anon Oliver Wendell Holmes ..............Joel Chandler Harris Anon Berton Bealey ..........Thomas B. Macaulay ames Whitcomb Riley ............Elizabeth Stuart Phelps ............James Whitcomb Riley Elizabeth Akers C. Bunner Robert Burns Alfred Tennyson , .3 . v 1 15.4 Ki 'A ' 3 , K ' ' 3,-Zz' 1 JUANITA THOMPSON BLANCHE DUNLAP FRANCES HALLlDAY MARGARET WRIGHT LILLIAN MAGRUDER LOREE BURWELL MARIE SHANAHAN ELSIE WEBER LAURA GALLAGHER KATHARINE MALOY MARY BOWSER Wu ww Wu ww 5 ,warg f mu w w - pw: wwf Eigbtv-Second Hnnual Zommencement Wednesday Afternoon, June l2, l9l2. The Mermaids Song-Oberon fVoice Ensemble .................................... ........... W eber Senior Choral Class. Andante et Allegro Marziale ...................................... ....................................................................................... A scher First Pianos: Elsie Weber, Juanita Thompson, Mildred Jobe, Ruth Finck. Second Pianos: Marie Shanahan, Loree Burwell, Mary Bowser, Katharine Maloy. Reading-A Lesson. ................................. ............. M argaret McAllister Crossing the Bar fVoice Ensemble, ................................................................................,...............,..... Neidlinger Frances Halliday, Marie Hofman. Averil Fowler, Catherine Leonard, Madlyn Augustin, Mary Magdalen Davin, Lucile Kaelin, Helen Hoag, Jane Cable, Margaret Wright, Marguerite Griley, Marie Kimball, Rowena Hanks, Clara Wolfe, Helen Dittoe, Isabel Moore. Reading-Story of a Bishop ........................... .............. H elen Dittoe Choruses: fa, O Cloriosa Domina ...... ............ L ambillotte tbl Hunting Song ............................................ ............ S tuart Choral Classes Conferring of Honors. Address .,....,,.,, ................. .............. R i ght Reverend James Hartley, D. D. .X 67 :wg s :wig I :wg fixing Q swf A M5146 j milf r mimi l ,wut BOIIOYS Z0lIfCl'l'QCl dl lbt Eigbtv-Second flillllldl ZOIIIIIIUICQHICIII ZOIICQC Sl. mdl'V'S Of lbs SIJNIIQS Wednesday, June IZ, l9l2. His Loans:-uP. THE RIGHT R1-:vast-:ND JAM1as J. HARTLEY. D. D.. Pnaslnmc. Gold Medal for Ladylike Deportment, donated by Mrs. Julia Miller Tussing, Colum- bus-Merited by Margaret Wright, Marie Shanahan, Juanita Thompson, Mary Magdalen Davin, Virginia Kolp, Helen Dittoe, Agnes Brosmer, Hannah Watterson, Mary Hanlon, Helen Hoag, Emilie Hoster, Zelma McConnell, Leone Carton, Pauline Walker, Margue- rite Griley, Helen Gallagher, Mabel Henry. Ethel Reither. Awarded to Helen Dittoe, Mary Hanlon, Leone Carton, Helen Gallagher, Mabel Henry. Gold Medal for Good Conduct, donated by Miss Saxton, New York City-Merited by Lillian Magruder, Margaret Wright, Catherine Leonard, Virginia Kolp, Agnes Brosmer, Helen Dittoe, Emilie Hoster. Helen Hoag, Lillian Hinterschied, Marguerite Griley, Helen Gallagher, Zelma McConnell, Mabel Henry. Awarded to Agnes Brosmer, Zelma Mc- Connell. Premium for Superior Merit-Awarded to Helen Hoag. Gold Ring for Shakespearean Study, donated by Mr. Joseph A. Egan, Columbus- Awarded to Mildred Jobe. Gold Medal for English Composition, donated by St. Mary's Alumnae Association- Awarded to Jane Cable. ' Gold Medal for Christian Doctrine--Merited by Lillian Magruder, Marie Shanahan, Ruth Gordon, Helen Hoag, Ruth F inck, Elizabeth Lawler, Hannah Watterson, Mina Hohl. Awarded to Lillian Magruder, Elizabeth Lawler, Ruth Finck. The Sister Gertrude Leonard Memorial Medal for F rench, donated by' the members of the Leonard family-Merited by Juanita Thompson, May Smith. Virginia Kelp. Awarded to Virginia Kolp. Gold Thimble for Plain Sewing, donated by Miss Saxton. New York City-Awarded to Marie Shanahan. Gold Pin for Artistic Needlework-Merited by Elsie Weber, Fay YOURS. .Katherine Wilson, Elsie Seely, Isabel Moore, Margaret Wright. .IWC Cable. Edna Snider, Etta blues, Loree Burwell. Mary Hanlon, Virginia Kolp. Emilie Hoster. Awarded to Fay oung. Gold Medal for Daming, donated by Mrs. Lillian Breaden Conklin, Greenville, Ohio -Awarded to Mary Bowser. - 68 :Wig QWI6 I :Wie I QWIQ, 258,16 NWC I hwy kxwu fxwu V Gold Medal for Improvement in Pianoforte, donated by Messrs. Joseph Krolage 8: Co., Cincinnati, Ohio-Merited by Margaret Wright. May Smith, Madlyn Augustin, Margaret Macklin, Catherine Leonard, Katherine Wilson, Ruth F inck, Zelma McConnell. Awarded to Margaret Wright, Margaret Macklin, May Smith, Katherine Wilson. The Sister,Borgia Taggart Memorial Medal for Highest Attainment in Pianoforte, do- nated by members of the McShane family--Awarded to Mary Bowser. Gold Medal for Improvement in Violin, donated by Mr. B. F. Iseman, Washington. D. C.--Merited by Laura Gallagher, Marguerite Griley. Awarded to Marguerite Griley. Cold Medal for Improvement in Voice Culture, donated by Mr. B. F. Iseman, Wash- ington, D. C.--Awarded to Margaret Wright. Gold Medals for Instrumental Music.-Awarded to Mary Bowser. Marie Shanahan. Juanita Thompson, Katherine Maloy, Loree Burwell, Elsie Weber. Gold Medals and Diplomas-Awarded to Marie Shanahan, Juanita Thompson, Kath- erine Maloy, 'Blanche Dunlap, Laura Gallagher. . Zl'0Wlllll9 0lll' Eddy f UST as the sun's rays glisten thro' Ancl heav'nly guard'ans hover near, And tint the chapel many 8 hue. Wee Bessie stops as if thro' fear. 'WP We SCC OUT Queen S White throne I-ler childish heart is filled with love, difaplayed As tip-toe, raising hands above, ' In wondrous light and Howers arrayed. She gently crowns the Queen of May, He' gentle hands She wide, oubspreads' Who smiles her thanks. and seems to say: 'gud on the throng rare 5'3'l'if shi Sheff God fill your hearts at this blest time Aasrtliazmigl fzgrrgnbm Ereeer nee' With heav'nly love and joy sublime. Gm My up the . ?1.M?.lil :':s'.:z::33 Which leads to Mary's throne so fair. T y h h h y P d ' And there amid a silence deep. Cac us todpriay as t ou ast Sraye Vlfhile cherubs thro' the incense peep. BY love an my ever swaye ' A d 1 h ' ' - ' Till we shall see thee face to face n ange C mrs their voices raise And hail thee gladly Full of Grace. In melodies of love and praise. Sunday. May fifth' MARY ROWENA HANr-is, '13, 69 ' ill mtlllvfidlll To record any death, even that of a stranger, brings with it a feeling of sadness because of a natural sympathy with those who are left to mourn that death: but when the record tells the loss of one whom we loved, then, indeed, the inscription casts over the human heart the shadows of the Valley of Sorrow. We felt the truth of this during the past year when God in Hisprovidence willed to take from this world one who had endeared herself to all by the amiability of her disposition and had made herself specially useful to the community by her rare gifts of mind and heart--Sr. Mary Charles lseman. Sr. Mary Charles entered St. Mary's community in IS99, and from the time of her entrance to her death on December I4, l9l l, she labored with earnest zeal for the good of others and for her own sanctification. Her skill as a violinist was well known, and her entrance into the convent was considered by the musical world a great loss. But God called her to give up the passing glory of worldly honors and to dedicate her time to His service: she heard the Divine Call and responded to it with loving generosity. For the twelve years of her religious life her gifts were used only in the service of the Master in the community which now mourns her loss. While we cannot but regret her death, yet our faith teaches us that God calls His chil- dren Home when it is best for them to go, and so we bow in humble submission to His Holy Will, trusting that He has rewarded with eternal rest the soul of our friend and Sister. During the past few years Our Lady has taken to Heaven during her month one of our Sisters. This year she claimed dear, old Sr. Mary John Ryan, her devoted child and client, who died on May IZ. l9l2. r g One of the oldest members of the Community, Sr. Mary John faithfully labored dur- ing her long life, and several generations of Sisters and girls can bear willing testimony to her self-sacrifice in the interests of the Community. During her closing years she was not on active duty, but spent her time praying and doing little acts of kind thoughtfulness for the sick Sisters, and no doubt those whom she served and who preceded her to Heaven gave her a glad welcome to that happy Home where the Divine Master Himself is her reward forever. It is often said that words mean nothing to those whose hearts are wrung with grief, yet surely this cannot be so, because, after all, words are but the voice of the heart and must sooner or later find an echo, though perhaps faint in some other heart. We cannot indeed hope that our words will in the first hours of any grief bring comfort or peace to the sufferer, but we can and do hope that they will be an assuranfle of our sympathy-a 70 XS! If M! ll M If N! If U N! I, I NM I4 ui MQ IL ul MMM MMM l gi9Q1.l!Isw9Ql.l!ldMl! . .p .. Jmegil, J 1+LA+Q'1+Ic4+k+u+1Cm+L 1+m.4t+m-li .A-I-L. Jewry, lm-y,4+g, ,+Q4+M-are mi pledge of our desire to lighten the burden if we could-and surely even this must be some comfort to those who have reached a Gethsemane on life's rugged way. It is in this spirit then that we offer our sympathy to the bereaved family of Rose Snider, whom God took from this world on October I5, l9l l. On the border-land of youth, life no doubt looked to her full of joys to be attained. of hopes to be realized through many long and happy years. And shall we think that these hopes will not be realized-these joys not attained? No, we cannot think so, for we know that in the etemal years of God's wondrous kingdom we shall enjoy things which Eye hath not seen nor the ear heard, nor the heart of man even conceived. Could we then wish that this child, beloved as she was by her devoted family. had been left longer than God saw lit to leave her in this world of sin and sorrow, of struggle and temptation? No we could not wish it-and so while we sympathize with those who mourn her death, yet we rejoice with Rose that she is safe in that beautiful Home where Faith becomes vision, Hope realization and Love the life and happiness of the soul forever. Wi O il ' ' ' . flCkll0WlQClQlllQl1IS St. Mary's makes grateful acknowledgment of the following gifts received during the scholastic year l9l l-IZ: P From the Right Reverened J. J. Hartley, Bishop of Columbus: Large, handsomely framed oil painting for the gallery of the new art building. From Miss Mary Saxton, of New York City: Alb of Brussels lace, Tissot's Life of Christ, three volumes: Tennyson's Poetical Works. six volumes. From Mr. Joseph Egan, of Columbus, Ohio: A number of valuable Victrola records, etching of Shakespeare. From Mrs. Luke G. Byrne, President of St. Mary's Alumnae Association: White l-louse Gallery of Official Portraits of the Presidents. From Mrs. Catherine Henry, of Columbus, Ohio: Four volumes to library. From a Friend: Pair of Italian marble pedestals. AWARDS. Gold ring for Shakesperean study, donated by Mr. Joseph Egan. Gold thimble for plain sewing, donated by Miss Mary Saxton. 72 V 0 Q? , ,M- gg, ,,.-.f it WG 15.5 MN ,I A ,xml 1. V.: A :ii A, . . W., f f . Ty , .- A -33 V . Eng , lygalfgm -.. 2 3? ,, .. fg- .W , X ill Ni Q N Q JM U! E , E ' 'QW ' 'ml ' ,u f M v ' Q 3, 'M X-.N W. N.: A ,ff vw' . ff. - M , ,:. 5, 5 Q Awmv,,W.fR ggi! It ' W N X C259 , , .X.. .-, . N ' 4 245, 'M - mx 0 4' v 2 If MTW 'if' ' 1 fx Y X' 43? A , .rf 2 -. , X 'x lm , S, XXI. sig? . My '14-.zl , g., 'ggi aka Q-'-1 x 1 A' Q' Ps. 'x . 1. .'. 15 0: X164 P' Qi 'M N V311 X L5-'O 61 A SECTION OF PHYSICAL LABORATORY V V If WV ll N14 U VN' I4 W' 1, I Nt Il I Xt ll U Xl! ll, NWI! + Ulm +4y+Q-+ Ji-L +evfJ+L +C +L + J+k, +Qy+m +-vu, +-vy+x i:0CdlS . F RESHMAN QUERIES. If Madlyn Augustine sent a telegram, would Jane Cable fcablel? If Kate Wilson were too weak to stand, would Marion Burkholder fhold-herb ? If Mina l-lohl were blind, could Madge Kinsey fseel ? If M. Frances Moore couldn't solve the-riddle, would Bessie Guess Cguessj ? If Helen Dittoe's sister died, would Anne Hodson fl-lod's Sonj ? If Mary Lewis had a cold, would Margaret Coffey fcough-el? If Madeline Thompson were in a hurry, would Mary Tarry ftarryj? If all chickens flew the coop, would Alice Cher? Henry fheneryl? If Velma Ludlowis ill, is Loree Burwell fwelll ? If Laura Gallagher is white, is Catherine Brown? If Elizabeth Lawler is half, is Mina l'lohl fwholel ? If Annette Dubiel rowed across the river, would Mildred Swafford ffordl? If Mary would hurry, would Virginia Tarry ftarryl? Junior-I hear Lillian Magruder got a quantity of plaster in her eye. Senior--Yes, we are very much worried for fear it will form a cast. M. H.-Madge K. is so broken out with measles that you would never recognize her. E. L.-Now isn' that a rash assertion? t L. K.-Gracious! I got some tooth paste in my eye. R. H.-Doubtless your eye tooth will be improved then. Kate VV.-Vvhy does Elsie Weber peel her peaches? Lillian M.-Because she is so foolish about Fuz. Lillian H.-VVhat is Mary Lewis' favorite poem? Mae S.- My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose. Velma L.-I don't like her because she is so cold and snappish. Mildred I.-Kind of a Chili sauce, isn't she? Elnoya B,-XXlhy do you always use writing paper with a red edge? Ma,-ga,-et D.-S0 that the Directress won't read my letters. since they are already red. Prefect--Mildred, give an account of yourselfg you are late for mending. Mildred J.-Why, Sister, its never to late to mend, is xt? Elnora B. fin geometry?-Sister. I don't know the theorem, but I Call 8iVC Proof. Sister-Your statement is quite sufhcient without proof. You may be seated, 73 - xi ll H ll N I4 W 44 N I1 M In N541 I my lgjmllxwglll L 4 ?+'cJ+K-3' +G,-!+w-'+w+k Www NQK '+G.w!+L www +c +x.s.'+g-Q-f+x W vb! Frances H.-What kind of band are you going to have on your hat? Juanita T.-Well, nothing loud, certainly. Mary B.-l'm going to have a string band on mine. Maud A.-Why doesn't Mary Lewis show ,more energy in getting her lessons? Jane C.-Because Elsie haswoven a web fer, 'round her. Elnora B.-Why is Dot McCloud always late for morning prayers? Grace T.-Because she's naturally poll? ky dot, I suppose. Sister--Gertrude, in what room did you practice? Gertrude G.-In the room next to the one where the plumber was fixing the piano. Frances H.-The instrument must surely have been a pipe organ. Mildred J.-If the hair receiver and the hat pin holder, will the stand splasher and the nail buifer? Q 74 QGIGIOQIIQ or SIIIGQIIIS l9ll-l9l2 Arbuckle, Dorothy .............. Augustin, Madlyn .............. .............Ohio .............Ohio Batchelder, Dorothy ................................ Baker, Adelia ..................... Bigoney, Mildred ............. Bland, Elnora ............ Bowser, Mary ............ Bradley, Alfreda ....................... Brosmer, Agnes ............. 4. Brown, Catherine ......... Burkholter, Marion Burwell, Loree Cable, Jane ........................ Campion, Marjorie ........... Carton, Leone .................. Clough, Mary .................. Coffee, Margaret ................. Davin. Mary Magdalen ........ De Maro, Margaret ................. Dittoe, Agnes ..................... Dittoe, Helen .................. Dodson, Juanita ..... . Dubiel. Annette ...... Dubiel, Dolores ............... Drmlao. Blanche ............ Dill, Mary .................. Enpinger. Louise ...... Evans, Elizabeth ......... Ferguson, Harriet .............. Finck, Ruth .......................... Finneran, Mary .......................... Fitzgerald, Elizabeth .............. Fowler, Averil ....................... Frazee, Madeline ........ Fussey, Besse ...... .Ohio New Jersey .New York ...................Ohio .............Ohio .............Ohio ..Ohio ,............Ohio .............Ohio .............Ohio .............Ohio .............Ohio ............Ohio .............Ohio ,............Ohio .............Ohio ............Ohio .............Ohio .............Ohio ,............Ohio .............Ohio Ohio .............Ohio .............Ohio Ohio Ohio Ohio Ohio Ohio 75 Gallagher. Laura .... .................Pennsylvania Gallagher. Helen ..................... Pennsylvania Goings, Gertrude .................. West Virginia Goseman, Grace ....... ............................. O hio Gordon, Ruth .............................................. : .Ohio Griffin, Martha ......,................. West Virginia Griley, Marguerite .. ...............Panama Guess, Bessie ................ ........................ hio Halliday, Frances ....................................... Ohio Hamilton, Josephine Hamilton. Besse .. ............West Virginia .West Virginia Hamilton, Maxie .................... .............West Virginia Hanks, Rowena ....... ............................. O hio Hanlon, Mary ........................... West Virginia Hartley, Elizabeth Hartley, Margaret Hinterschied, Lillian Henry, Alice ................ Henry, Mable ....... Hickey. Lillian .... Hoag, Helen .......... Hodson, Anne ....... Hoffman, Anna .... Hoffman, .Clara .... Hohl, Mina ................ Holden, Pearl ............. Hoster, Emilie ........ Iobe. Mildred ............. Johnson, Marie .......... Jones, Etta .............. Kaelm, Lucile .............. Keenan, Margaret .......... 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Main 984: Residence, Citizens. 4906 WE INVITE YCU TO VISIT :2'. Y, :flirt If POR N g I'1enw'v!omen. -- 2 ff j Eg I ramona mana ' N' 'H' 'I T' if' Ill To men and women The largest Bank, in the who know-means Finest Banking House in Central Ohio. , , , ----+ quallty and artlstlc- rnaunm pagina! Bank clothes of highest ally shaped. WHOLESALE RETAIL WALTER L.vLILLlE BEAUTIFUL PICTURE FRAMES Dealer in CHOICE PICTURES Bm, 387 Citizens, 3387 184 South High Street 1 COLUMBUS, OHIO ARTISTS' MATERIAL WHITE CHINA MIRRORS e - Ie - 0 lndla Geylon Tea Is scxentxfically blended from the cho1cest products of the finest plantatlons m Indla and Ceylon Use half the quantity and get twlce the quallty of any other Tea Sold only ln sealed packets to lnsure cleanlmess and to preserve the aroma and strength TAKE NO SUBSTITUTES Importers Packers and Wholesale Distrxbutors COLUMBUS OHIO I k D. KELLY COMPA v J L Y EQQQDEHEEMZQEEHDEZQEEQEQQEEQZEIf1?,'E39fSf2 324 'QQ S23 Q 3 E. at c. 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W 8 Wg H, 0 5 '1 - O Q U' ar - co 'Q': 34'Q?N'5' :F ,h QJQEYQQ.-?:iNfY Q 1- mv- av N 1 -Qvf?+av1i'evfFa is ,ik !m EHHMHHHH HWWHEHEH I5 The Livingston C0 114 North High Street gui Garden Field and Flower Seeds Plants Bulbs and Cut Flowers y C S b dt ft thgy N0l'tIl' High street A A f A HMWHHWHWHHWH a n wg HMHHHHHHHEH BOTH PHONES ESTIMATES CHEERFULLY FURNISHED O O ' john N. Schlllmg ill - - Architectural Galvanized as 3 Iron Work fg ii . . . N9 Slate, Tile, Metal and Compositon Roofing 5' wmzm AIR rummcns ' ' - - f o r 5 Public Buildings and Residences N9 W lo! E E gp Repairing Promptly Done S 3 ill I93 Grant Avenue COLUMBUS, OHIO 94 Q! Q! B! Q! Q ll! tl! ll! !l! Q! I! Qi! W if QI! if W! B! Q I Qi! ll! U! il! E W if if Q! QI! il! ll SACRED HEART DORMITORY DINING HALL THE SHEPARD SANITARIUNI A quiet, restful home for the treatment and care of those suffering from chronic or nervous diseases. Located at Shepard, in the suhurh of Columbus, Ohio. Twelve acres of beautiful grounds. ldeal for rest and recuperation. Equipped for treatment with Electricity, Massage, Vibration. Diet, Rest Cure, etc. Street-cars from Columbus to the grounds. Terms moderate. Write for descriptive booklet. ' Address, DR. W. E. POSTLE, Supt., Shepard. Ohio Glnllrgr St. Hlargla nf thr Springs ilinr Girlz Cllnlumhum, fmhin DRUGS AND TOILET GOODS CANDY, BOX GOODS AND BULK The Finest Soda Fountain in the Finest Drug Store in the United States uGcz'r'r's cnocourrss. THB swuzrzsr sromr even TOLD. sos rounn 1 ,.. , Q-1-.1 63-67 EAST 163 NORTH LoNc srnnsr ' A HIGH STREET - 0 , . . cNALLY, e e l'- '-....'I'I-1E..........'-'-l J. J. Snider Lumber Co. MANUFACTURERS OF ....AND DEALERS IN.... LUMBER SASH, DOORS, BLINDS, ETC. Inside Oak Finish and Flooring a Specialty FIGURES CHEERFULLY FURNISHED Taylor Ave. and P. C. C. 8: St. L. Ry. COLUMBUS, ---- OHIO - . - . A id. , ,, ,, , , .. , f . EF I . . I New First National Bank Sf Capital, Surplus, Profits, 5878501.25 .Resources ...... Six Million Dollars eo IT IS OUR DESIRE TO SERVE YOU AIVIPLE CAPITAL---BEST FACILITIES I SAFE. DEPos1T Boxlas FoR RENT . . M -- Columbus Clearing I-Iouse in W Clearings for six months ending December 3l, l9ll Neiv rant National Bank ---- 525.263, 100.00 M Q Ohio National Bank' ----- 21,928,400.00 W Hayden-C-lmton lflatlonal Bank - - 20,510,600.00 W Commerc1al.Nst1onal Bank - - 1'1,916,500.00 W Siltlllfiitiifilfiniink ' . ' - lSjS621533i33 . 81 National B k f Commerce - 7,570,500.00 . City N f 1 B k - - 5,273,400-00 . . W CBDHJ I C W B If ' 2.474.900-09 M W M8l'k6f2E ll E B li - ' - 2.203.700-00 W 'll ' ' OFFICERS: ' ' 3 CHARLES R. MAYERS, President A. D HEFFNER V P ident W CHARLES R. SHIELDS, Cashier HENRY PAUSCH JR A t C h W EDGAR L. ABBOTT, Ass't Cashier DIRECTORS: Nl W Chu-lg, R. Meyers Nicholas Schlee James Kilbourne E. W. Swisher W Henry C. Werner A. D. Heffner E B GW. H. Jones ' ' Charles M. Wing . . ages' ll 33 5 Bonds accepted by the U. S. Government as security for Postal Savings Bank De os- ' ' ' I class we offer. Instead of the 211927 the Postal anlcs pay tliese W its are the on y I . b A E Bond, will yield from 4511, 10 4276. No soecu ative on s o ered for sale. Boncls m l . supported by the taxing power are the only hlncl we recommencl. ll! WRITE FOR FREE CIRCULAR is S5 NEW Fuzsr NATIONAL BANK Dept- 00. Columbus, Ohio M iii , , ,................ N9 ?333333353333?35f35f!f3flfiflfi35fi5fi5355fl3G O Established J.'M.8zW.WeStwater Established li M N 141 and 143 North High Street U worcester '15m'celam 1 -- 4- -.,..,.,,B m,, ee-he C - - Dinner Services V A. D. Coffees Breakfast Sets A Sagad gets T S ?'g'fjh5,.- 'E 'f e -, eel? is egouillons 1: 'y 1 ' cfle: Cups and Saucers Chocolate Sets ' Chop Trays Service Plates -- Muffins Covered It is impossible for the customer to flx in his mind's eye the remotest idea of what the new and unique scheme of decoration which came as an inspiration to the Royal Worcester artists really looks like-they must see it. Will be glad to show you. W 'l ff'77 'lIlIIIlIll lllllll' Hl lIl P231 g I 571, fl ,lf all 1 Ma' '15 Il 5'wJn1f1fff?iL E - My I it ll nl Il llllllllllmll 1 3HQ1f.,' .. um I P' X l H... ff uf ll my I gg, IIIIII I Ill Illllll Illlllll WI! l,:,m.IlIIllIllIllllI , 4 e II Buylng Cut Glass 1B no longer a lottery either as to quality good style or excel lence of deslgn The Llbbey trade mark-on every piece absolutely settles each problem named ql t lyLlbytl e J M 8: W Westwater Ill -- 'I 1 l ll ' II I pl'--1 I W, . K. Illllllllll X 'Mir l, X ll' 4 In 1 4 ,ll Ile uv f 1- :et 1,1 . 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