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

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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

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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

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MRS. FLORENCE MAGRUDER GILMORE MRS. JULIA MILLER 'IUSSING PRESIDENTS OF ST. MARY'S ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION MRS. ROSE LEONARD BYRNE.