Elmira Catholic High School - Victorian Yearbook (Elmira, NY)

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Elmira Catholic High School Annual MAKE-BELIEVE A tiny brownie with a look of mischief in his gay, dancing brown eyes, skipped quickly behind a tree. Down the path came the little, forlorn figure of a pink fairy. just as she reached him, the tiny creature sighed deeply and dropped onto a deep green oak leaf which accepted the golden lights in the bright curls above the blue, blue eyes, that looked now as if they were going to cry. Two tiny feet were covered by dainty, pale pink slippers and the beautiful little dress looked more like a pink carnation than a dress. Faint, pink color came and went in the smooth cheeks. Tiny, beautifully-formed teeth caught and held the rosebudls lower lip, which trembled slightly. The gay smile which was so much a part of Bunnie fthe Brownie, of coursej was dimmed as he looked at the little pink lady. He held his breath in horror as, with a great trembling sigh, the pink, lacy wings rose like a bird about to Hy awayg then, with a tiny falling sound lay quiet, passive- for this beautiful little person was crying. The breeze brothers who were playing hide-and-seek in the oak leaves stopped their game and seemed to whisper to one another, One so beautiful as she should be happy, XVhy isn't she ? Bunnie was wondering the same thing and since he was Mr Curiosity from the top of his peaked cap to the tip of his turned-up pointed shoes, he jumped out from behind the sheltering tree i11 front of the tiny fairy. She was so startled that she ceased crying and shrank back. lJon't be frightened, begged Bunnie, in his jolly voice. I wouldn't hurt a wee mite like you for all the walnuts in the world. The blue, blue eyes llike blue dew-drops nowj looked up at Bunnie. Then a little Voice, like the ringing of a soft bell, answered, 'Tm not frightened-not of you, anywayf' Bunnie pulled two tiny cookies from a pocket and giving one to the little pink creature, settled down on a piece of bark, while the soft voice told him the reason for the trembling lips and dew-drop eyes. The little Voice told him how Pearl-Cirayy' tour tiny pink friend's step- motherj had arranged a marriage between the spirit of Night and the pink fairy. She told him also that she did not like the spirit of Night, he fright- ened her, but Qshylyj that she did like him QBunniej. Bunnie's eyes flashed brown fire as he decided that something must be done. Something was done. Bunnie challenged the Spirit of Night to a duel for the lady's hand. As the pistol sounded, Bunnie tchivalrous little fellowj advancedg grass blade raised, gay smile on his round little face, perky cap, with his ladyls pink gracing it, set at a jaunty angle over one brown eye. Came to meet him-the Spirit of Night, a dark, sinister figure, crossing the green grass, looking out of place there in the dancing sunlight. Maybe it was because of that sun, or maybe it was because of a tiny pink bow on a perky brown cap, or maybe-but anyway, just as the Spirit of Night raised his grass blade, Bunnie danced in and struck it down, win- ning a victory for love. - Kathleen Sheehan '38 .. i.lii-.il SUNRISE Rose, gold, and mystifying blue, Silver, mauve, and opalescent hue: Awful, breath-taking delight to the eyes- XVondrous, glorious, sparkling sunrise! Florence Hughes '39 l 6 2 l

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012.1 Elmira Catholic High School ,Ainnual No MAD CHEMIST RTON AND A ..LU CKY Q f , SUMMERf1936

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Elmira Catholic High School Annual IRELAND Have you ever been to Shamrock Isle Where the great Saint Patrick was sent in exile? He labored by night and he labored by day To teach those heathens the only right way. He struggled hard to erase the sin From the souls of those Godless meng His work was successful and a victory he won, And he finished a quest we consider well done. Edward Carroll '38 . MOM She's the only one to whom I go XVhen it's sympathy I need. The only one of whom I think When I crave someone to lead. Dad, he calls her Mother g Uncle says: Marie, Kid brother calls her Muvver But she's always Mom to me. And when I'm old she'l1 still be Mom. XVhate'er life's changes be. It's the only word that can express All that she means to me. And those three letters 'M-O-M, Remind me of One otherg The staunchest friend that Jesus has, His own and our dear Mother. Frank Kessing '38 . LONGING Today was such a golden dream- The lilac-scented air IVas like the wine of luscious grapes- And all the world was fair. The grass was cool around my feet: The robin's song was gay. And oh! I wanted wings to Hy Up in the blue---away! Ellen B. Moxley '38 l 6 3 l