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

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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

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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

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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