Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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, who was not afr' ; . 31d ll; ned enthusnastic lettersia nt of child laboretheu1 usband's bedside. The; n and again his wifetold 1 who it was that hadf pers, and consequentlyt: n a yellow envelope. H erwhelming majority.-I her Was it an insultlo. im. She told him that: gratitude. And by thew 1d sometimes with goat 1; Hugh had won withlag ether they knelt in Sllrt iful noise; brassbandsl. is bedside to meet thef Laid, ttI cannot quitebeh: tered, ttLove always 17113 ,meCM LILIUM CONVALLIUM Class History Nestled in the High School tower, Was an owlet wise and knowing, Owlet blinking, ever blinking, Owlet thinking, ever thinking, Dreaming of the days gone by. In the quiet of the evening, In the moonlight pale and silvery, As the stars began to twinkle, Owlet spoke and broke the stillness, Spoke unto the graveyard fairies. ttList ye now, my little children; List to the tales of weight and glory, How a class so wise and wondrous Lived a life of real endeavor, In these honored halls of learning. ttSo ,twas noticed that they mastered Every obstacle perplexing, As they journeyed 0n thru High School; As they delved in books for knowledge, Each defeat they made a triumph. ttTh'us the class was gladly welcomed, Sought by all the upper classmen; Sought by all, as friends and helpers, Sooner than it was the custom, In the High Schools and the Convent. ttThis is the story, little children, This the tale of Seniors Eight. Be ye ever true and faithful, True and faithful, eten as they arett Straightway Owlet ceased from speaking. Stillness reigned a full half minute; Awed by tales of such achievement Speech and song forsook the fairies. Then rang out an elfin chorus, Chorus clear, and sweet, and mellow: ttHonor bring to Seniors Eight, Crown them now with wreaths 0f laurel! Hail them far with palms of Victory, Never will a class compare. ttFlora sang with mirth and laughter, Tables groaned with feast and plenty, When these Seniors gave a party; All were there from great to smallest, Clara Jacques t0 Agnes Pottage. ttSoon they held their own class meeting, Monica Morely and Helen Henry, Worthy otiicers were chosen, And both of these fulfilled their oIIice, Both endeared themselves to classmates.

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LILIUM CONVALLIUM whole house responded with the echoes of al of the most influential politicians taking her husband,s campaign into ing that it was her place to Thereupon shouts upon shouts arose; the tumultuous applause. When order was restored, sever came forward, offering to relieve her of the strain by their own hands. She thanked them, but declined the offer, say win for her husband, not to let his friends do all. Again the chairman rose. llGentlemen, if the la . her loyal supporters, can do nothing better than to do as she deSIres. may as well say we are all at your disposal. Ask what you wish. . . A third time Mrs. Hugh arose, and thanked the gentlemen for their kindness. All she asked them was to be faithful allies; she would do the rest. This time the audience fairly roared in its praise and applause, and when the excitement once more abated Mrs. Hugh had vanished. , That night Mrs. Hugh confided all her days exploits to her mother, and received warin praise and encouragement. She then begged her husband to be of good courage, for lus friends would surely help him. Thus did his noble wife enter the arena of political struggle. went, receiving warm encouragement from Democrats everywhere. Many a Republican was won over by her simple appeals. A few jealous women ridiculed her efforts, but as a rule women who listened to her went home determined to persuade husbands, fathers and brothers to help this brave woman, who was not afraid to stand on good, just platform, alone and undaunted. Her well penned enthusiastic letters in journals and papers, whose theme was largely upon the abolishment of child labor-then a fiercely quarreled-over issueewon many to her side. Election night came. Mrs. Hugh was sitting at her husband,s bedside. The ambitious man could not conceal his intense disappointment. Again and again his wife told him that his friends were working for him, but little did he dream who it was that had fought for him so bravely, for he had not been allowed to see the papers, and consequently knew noth- ing of the trend of affairs. Then a messenger brought in a yellow envelope. Hugh eyed her curiously as she tore it open. She read aloud: ttMrs. Hugh: Portland carried by your husband. Overwhelming majority.-John Rick- ershaw? Hugh fairly gasped. Why had the telegram come to her Was it' an insult to him? He almost roared in his anger, but his wife soon quieted him. She told him the whole story, interrupted many a time by his demonstrations of amazed gratitude. And by the opening of the little yellow envelopesesometimes with bad news, and sometimes with good-and by the furious ringing of the telephone. - Just as the new day dawned the last telegram came in; Hugh had won with a good ma- jority. His wife almost shouted the happy news, and together they knelt in silent prayer of thanks. Then there broke in upon them a most dreadful noise; brass bands thundered and shouts re-echoed through the town. Before she left his bedside to meet the exuberant serenaders, her husband grasped her hand. ttEllenj, he said, ttI cannot quite believe it all. How could you do 1t aloneiw She bent over him and whispered, ttLove always finds a way? dy wishes to do this by herself, we, as Madam, I think that I From town to town she -FLORA CLARK, ,17. 28 In these hont uSO ttwas not Every obstac As they joun As they delve Each defeat t ttThus the cla Sought by all Sought by all Sooner than i In the High uThis is the This the tale 36 be ever tr True and fait Straightway Stillness reig Awed by tale Speech and s 110qu clear, Hall them far Never Will a c lnora Sang W ?hen these 3e ill Were there am JaeqlleS

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30 LILIUM CONVALLIUM iiAfter much deliberation, Colors rich were then selected, Hearts of many beat with envy, Throbbed at sight of the lavender and gold When the gold and lavender they saw; Throbbed with envy when they saw them, Wished they too, were Seniors Eight. ttFrom the iSophsi there came a challenge, Called them all to basketball, And the more they strove and struggled, Led by Margaret they grew strong, Won an overwhelming Victory. iiWhen the time came for debating, Seniors Eight, fought bravely, nobly, Gladys and Frances argued strongly, Sophomores cried out in wonder: Out cried Sophomores in wonder: iBravely have you wrestled with usf itThis the story little children, This the tale of Seniors Eight, Be ye ever true and faithful, True and faithful, eien as they are? Straightway Owlet ceased from speaking. Stillness reigned a full half minute; Awed by tales of such achievement, Speech or song forsook the fairies, Then rang out the elfin Chorus, Chorus clear, and sweet, and mellow: iiHonor bring to Seniors Eight, Crown them now with wreaths 0f laurel! Hail them far with palms of victory, Never will a class compare? -Marie OiDay, ,19. wish to see. lied at her for a momei :qoagain. . t dear sir, said Berti gihshehad received the t gitady; but I can return I: :trplexity. . 'sir; come into the kitcht apressed his gratitude at t iwork in the kitchen aftt hhitll with the friendly c t. there did you come answered the old man, Ihtd Bertha. iiThat is, though her this mome thug about his parents. t ..rnshetooked at the old ii'husbandis father, mv f z.Wfthe same crimef; i 19 front door bell rang eatashe. She received .h the iith . me. trembhng VOice ???helooked at her 9001' 01 saidthe man from -t