Dominican Convent High School - Veritas Yearbook (San Rafael, CA)

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In the course of years the little school deteriorated, and when I left the village the school had been sold, and the two sisters had moved away with their aged mother. I wonder what has happened to them now, those two old maids, who were not, after all, so very old, and who kept up the little school so bravely in the face of the dreary difficulties that are the lot of so many superfluous spinsters. Without children themselves, they endeavored to teach the children of others the essentials of honesty, truth and beauty, and perhaps when they get to heaven, they will teach the Cherubs that were so often compared to their earthly pupils. l A RENDEZVO US MARGARET HARRISON, '40 I spoke to Him that night. . . Beneath the halo of a pallid Jtar. The earth was drenched in misty midnight hlue. I heard ity drunken mockery from afar. Hespohetome... A The crarh of .rtreamlined Jteel, the frantic dayh Of cowardr, drowned Hir rpeech . . . I heard the futile cry Of perrerution rip a trembling shy. I hirred the woundx upon Hir Sacred Feet, All hare and hleeding. . . It reemr a Jilver tear had lost its course Without my heeding. THE APOSTA TE MARGARET HARRISON, '40 He saw the tall spires of a cathedral glimmer in the solemn night. He stood . . . cold . . . dirty . . . vile, an object of scorn to the world that passed by. He was hlled with a loathing disgust of all humanity, yet at the sight of the cathedral, a certain feeling of awe and trembling respect made him walk on . . . on to the Tabernacle of God, a God, Whom he had cursed for an eternity of years. He remembered Sunday School when he was a little boy 5 how he had hated it and dreaded the day when he must don a clean shirt, and listen to a lot of words which he could not possibly understand and never tried to. Then, he entered the Church. Not one person turned around to stare at him with cold calculating eyes, mocking eyes which he could gladly have poked out with hot cinders. The attention of everyone seemed to be held by something else, something mysterious and wonderful that drifted from the altar. He knelt, he raised his eyes with burning supplication, and falling on his face, with emotion, he gasped the words, My God, My God, why have you forsaken me ?

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MY NEW STRAW HAT NANCY LITTLE JOHN, '4o Its brim was not the kind of brim you see just anywhere, The very crown and bow on top partook its jaunty air. The ru piled band of -ribbon wound throughout the straw, And the brightly colored trimmings simply filled my gaze with awe. The price of twenty shillings would place it on my head- And after thought and hesitance- Buy it! , my conscience said. About the street the people stared and gazed upon my hat, Exclaiming rather rudely, Now what DO you think of that? The wind was blowing blustily, it really wasn't right, That at the very moment my hat should take to flight! I clutched the air abstractedl y and called aloud for aid, The passersby ran wildly and a thorough search was made. But 'though we looked most carefully in every nook and bower, My little hat could not be found, not even one bright flower. I sadly gave the matter up and walked about for days To see if just by one small chance my hat this earth had graz'd. A lovely bird with fluted wings flew blithel y into sight, And way up in a foliaged tree he stopped to end his flight. I looked above-and there it was, the straw draped 'round the bough The ribbons .held the birdies in-I saw it clearly now . . . Its brim was not the kind of brim you see just anywhere, The very crown and bow on top partook its jaunty air. The rujjzled band of ribbon wound throughout the straw, And the brightly colored trimmings simply filled my gaze with awe. RICH? SUZANNE KINCAID, y4I Rich? Yes, they're rich- Poor? Yes, they're poor. For do you call those rich Whose only love is gold? Whose only thought is of themselves? I call them poor. No love, no life, No loving word or kind caress Is from them given. Why be rich? Why, if you can give so little? IWalth is not all. Be poor and love, and Give with all your heart. Be poor.