Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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12 LILIUM CONVALLIUM Only a Seashell From out the shell, from out the sea There came to me a melody, A tiny voice, a memory Imparted to my soul. A memory in monotone Of happy ages 'neath the foam, The shell's immortal dream of home Out where the great waves roll. Faint echoes of the mighty sea, Dark storms that rage in majesty, Fair colors, beauty, mystery Dwell in that tale it brings. The booming surf, the ceaseless tide Are there. The mermaid's dirge prolonged In myriad echoes murmurs long Within the song it sings. -MARY BARNES, 'z6. The Master's Judgment The day was drawing to a close. Inside the School of Life, the pupils had finished their work for the day. The busy hum of the looms and the rhythmic darting of the shuttle were srilled. In strained expectancy the pupils sat waiting for the Master's examination of their life work. One pupil sat in hopeless silence. In shame he hid his face, for he saw nothing but the tangled dusty pattern of his weaving-his work for the day. Early in the morning, with high hopes he had begung all through the weary hours he had toiled, trying to give his dream being. But the fibres had snapped and flown, the threads became knotted and uneven, and the lovely colors were faded, gray, and lifeless. The Master was drawing nearer. Soon the pupil would have to show the Lord of the Looms his work. He heard the Master praise his gentle neighbor's beautiful weaving. As he saw Him regard it approvingly, a fresh wave of shame flooded him. Is it done? In answer the Servant handed the Master his work and waited for the words of reproach or pity that would decide his lot. But no words came from the lips of the Master and, looking up in fear, the Servant saw Him lovingly trace the slender thread of the pattern. In one brief moment of revelation, the Servant saw the whole transformed. The azure of the blue shone through the cobwebby meshes of the gold. The Servant knew that he had been judged, not by the quality of his work, but by what he had striven so hard to do. -DOLORES POSVAR, 'z6.

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x fr, LILIUM CONVALLIUM D oLoREs Posvmx, Presiclem' Unselfish, tactful, wise, and kind, are the qual- ities that describe Dolores, our president. She knows exactly how to manage class affairs to the satisfaction of everyone, and in all discus- sions finally brings about a satisfactory agree- ment. She has earned the love and esteem of every member of the class. LORETTA MCCOIKMICK, Vice Presirlmzt If a prize is to be given to the wittiest senior, Loretta takes it. She is the life of every party. Her voice is her fortune, and we may safely predict that some day we shall hear on the Victrola, Wl1ei1 Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sung by Loretta McCormick. MARIE KLUGE, Secretary M 5 ix it l Q M il. N. :ite ty ., .-1... Q.: vc, ' 441 J.: 1 P ir, 2 :L-.J True to work, word, or friend is Marie. Her kind actions and pleasant smile endear her to all. Wie have yet to meet the one who heard her report unfinished in any class or heard any of her essays that were not most interest- ing. The Humane Society might be glad to hear of her great love for dogs, especially for a certain white one which proved itself a hero. mtv CURRAN, Treasurer Mary is slender, graceful, and pretty. Nothing ever daunts her carefree spirits, but because of happy-go-lucky nature, she is often in the minute scramble, trying to get her Eng- . Her sweet, unselfish disposition has won many true friends. her last- lish her ARGARET MILLER Kindness hath resistless charms. Margaret shows the truth of this saying, for she prac- tices kindness in countless ways. She has many friends, for no one can help loving her, not only on account of her endless generosity, but also on account of her charming personality. She is an authority on the latest styles and is always anxious to see the latest patterns.