Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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LILIUM CONVALLIUM 19 now she sees through the glass of reality with knowledge that comes from Contact with life. Yet it is wonderful to have had those ideals, those pictures, they are what had urged her on in those first trying years, they had sustained her as the passing of time brought a more somber view of lifeg they had developed and had been intensified by experience, and they make her present outlook nobler. They were youth, 21 dear and priceless gift from God. -MARY WILLIAMS, '26. With Pen and Ink fRondeauj XVith pen and ink those many themes Of childhood days and of our schemes, We wrote with nervous shaky hand, Then many times in vain we scanned, And murmured at how hard they seemed. Ah yes, how bright the visions gleamed Of our ambitions how we dreamed, And then we wrote our hopes and plans With pen and ink. But now far better things we mean To put on paper, and we deem, Among the greatest works of man, Ours too the test of time will stand, Though timidly we once began With pen and ink. -MARIE KLUGE, 'z6. Time The clock is ticking on the shelf And hours new begettingg The pendulum, dodging like an elf In the clock that's ticking on the shelf, Is always counting to himself The moments I'm forgetting. The clock is ticking on the shelf ' And hours new begetting. -BIBIANA MAHER, ,27.

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18 LILIUM CONVALLIUM y f g g s i J J nf - v: aj li ' xg LLJJ ll g 1f 2 SLJ ij Y gf' Jw! 5 455 3 4 ill- -f Pr. 4 + -H ,ilu .af f Lf ! 1 ' E friqugefi . X . 55 ' 5 Uk., ' 'Q X 1 ka. ,,,. -vtfsmvt Etlsug .u A Retrospect A bright, crackling fire dancing merrily up the chimney, sheds a golden glow around the room. However, the woman who sits before the fireplace takes no notice of the cheerful coziness about her. All thought of the busy world is forgotten while she looks over her book, My School Girl Days, and lives again those happy years of long ago. Long ago-yes, but, as remembrances come stealing back, the interval seems only a few days since that sweet time of girlhood. First comes the memory of teachers, those sweet, smiling personages, who radiated kindness and good cheer wherever they went. How they had aided and watched her every step both in her lessons and in the formation of her character! Her lessons! That thought wakes mingled feelings of joy, regret, and thanksgiving: joy at the benefit she had derived from them, regret be- cause, she now sees plainly, how she might have prepared them better, and thanksgiving because in ever keeping at them, trying, trying, trying, her character had developed the quality of perseverance. In fact, it was not the amount of knowledge derived from the lessons that had been of most benefit to her, but the qualities of her character which had been developed in the mastery of them. Often she had wondered which subject would aid her nl0St. She had soon learned the answer. It was religion. Religion had supported her in temptation and had been a guiding light to her footsteps, ever leading them onward and upward along the path of life. Her dear old schoolmates-where are they all now? It is fifteen years since she and they had walked forward triumphantly to receive their diplomas. She had delivered the valedictory. In it she had said: Our hearts have been trained to the right ideals, and the right sympathies, and the right motives, we must ever be keen and alert to weigh the scales between the good and the bad, the true and the spurious, the flawless and the faulty, we must ever follow the guidance of the inner light. What our work will be, we know not, but that there will be no idle souls we pledge our hearts and hands. She had pictured life, the world, her future, through a different glass from the one she now sees through. All had been colorful, radiant, pure, lustrous, But now? Then she had been looking through the glass of youthg

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20 LILIUM CONVALLIUM Experiment the Latest Object: To study the process of changing a Freshie to a Graduate. Apparatus and materials: A high school, several teachers, many books, numerous lessons, a few parties: pupils of higher classes, twenty-two freshmen. Method: Put the freshmen into the high school. Place several teachers in various parts of this container. Add five or six books fseven if they are smallj at intervals of one year, for four years. From these books many lessons are to be extracted fthe hard ones are, perhaps, best, even though it is noticed that the soft,' ones have more attraction for the studentsj. After a period of forty weeks give the atoms an airing for twelve weeks: then repeat the process three times. Result: The first day the freshmen are puffed up considerably from the process of eighth-grade graduation which all go through in being manu- factured, but the upper classmen, together with the difficult lessons, act upon them to such an extent that by the end of the first week the little green things are considerably shrunken in knowledge and importance. Their green grass color gradually, though very slowly, becomes lighter, until by the end of the first year the green tinge is not nearly so noticeable. During the second year the tendency of the ions shows a strong in- clination to athletics and secrecy. The former are practiced chiefly on the second floor during noon hour, the most popular form being that of dashing madly about, squealing at the top of their voices, in hot pursuit of some other Soph. The secrecy is noticeable in the many girls who, in this wild scramble, hide in the lockers in the typewriting room, while some of the others race from one room to the other, broadcasting to all for blocks around that they can't find so-and-so. By the beginning of the third year the students have abandoned these undignified pastimes and are more interested in quieter, subdued activities, such as cross-word puzzles. They have also changed from the innocent little girls they were to silly young things, who talk about going to the show with this one, dancing with such a one, and Wliat I said to him. If closely observed, they can be seen to titter, laugh shyly, and wink knowingly at one another upon the mention of certain persons, places, or things. At the opening of the senior year, the girls are very much impressed with their own importance and knowledge. At last there will be no one of upper classes to put them into their places when they overstep their boundaries! How stately, how dignified they are! Until, sad fate-the Charleston tempts them to give up dignity and succumb to its swift steps and jazzy movements. This is the first fall. Then when English essays, exams, stories, chemistry ex- periments, and Spanish verbs, sentences and translations, civic questions, history dates, facts, speed tests, Latin conjugations and orations, bookkeeping posting, balance sheets, financial statements, cash books and notes follow in rapid succession, their unlimited knowledge seems to fall before the torrent of blows and, for the first time the truth of their own unlearnedness dawns upon them. However, we finally see them all come out of the high school container, gowned in flowing white robes, with a sheepskin in their hands, and on their heads a square cap, under which there is now considerably more knowledge both of life and of books than there was when those same heads wore long braids and a bright green ribbon. -MARY WILLIAMS, 'z6.