Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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22 LILIUM CONVALLIUM In the large office of an Eastern firm I beheld Madonna Enright, who was head typist. She had won great distinction on account of her rare speed. Again the scene changed to a court room in Chicago. Dorothy Concannon was successfully defending her client. I then saw a beautiful farm in Minnesota and on the gate was the sign: Phoebe Wright. Phoebe has reason to be proud of that lovely farm, Adeline remarked happily. The next scene showed an audience spell-bound while a violinist was playing with the soul of a true artist. It was Margaret Srnith. I then had a chance to observe Bernice Noonan, a professor in Willaniette University. She was explaining to her class the value of speaking correct English. Well of all people! I exclaimed as I saw Margaret Miller seated in a rocker surrounded by many little children. She had founded an Orphan's Home in Oregon City. The following scene showed the eighty-third Session of Congress with Dolores Posvar, as Republican floor leader of the Senate. At the Capitol, Margaret Walsh was busy filling the position of Secretary of State. Mary Curran, I saw, was teaching in a little white schoolhouse in southern California. She had been offered a position in the city but she could not resist the call of the country. Mary hasn't changed a bit, has she? said Adeline. I hardly heard what Aedline asked as I was straining every nerve trying to see what Clara Bechtold was doing. Slowly the scene became clearer and I saw her as a surgeon operating on a bee to remove its sting. And lastly, Mildred Corcoran was peering anxiously through a telescope. As a distinguished astronomer, she was gathering facts to prove that Mars IS inhabited. The inventor turned the switch, and all was over. Why, Adeline, I exclaimed, ucongratulations! Of all the marvelous in- ventions, this is the newest and greatest in the history of the world. Surely, Immaculata has every reason to be proud of you, the renowned inventor of radio-vision. Congratulationslv -MARIE KLUGE, 'z6. At dawn of day The little birds say, Come out to play, Be happy and gay. -MARIE KLUGE, 'z6.

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LILIUM CONVALLIUM 21 Class Prophecy As I picked up the June, 1940, number of the Portland Journal, I was attracted by the headlines: GREAT MAGICIAN TO PAY VISIT TO CITY. Naturally I was interested, and upon reading further, I learned to my astonish- ment, that this was the renowned inventor of radio-vision and that she was none other than my old classmate, Adeline Vanderbeck. Three days after her arrival I had the honor of enjoying an interview with her. After recalling many happy memories of our school days, she began to discuss her invention. For thirteen years, she said, she had labored strenuously until she had perfected a machine called radio-vision, which accurately portrays distant events. Last year she had been especially requested to travel from city to city to demonstrate this marvelous machine to the public. This ac- counted for her visit to Portland, where she had an appointment to demonstate at the City Auditorium that evening. The construction of the machine, she added, was very complex, but the basic force was electric waves. You surely don't mean, Adeline, I asked, that this machine can produce pictures of distant happenings, do you? That's just what it doesf' replied Adeline. Come, I'll demonstrate it to you right away. I did not hesitate to accept her kind offer. Together we hastened to the City Auditorium, where she took me into a large room, the walls of which were covered with electric wires, all meeting in a round shaped instrument in the center of the room. She turned on a switch and instantly I saw a flash on the white scren on the opposite wall. Then there appeared a dim picture which gradually became clearer. From this corner of the temporary laboratory, I saw the magnificent Liberty Theater of New York. In inexpressible awe, I beheld Loretta Mc- Cormick, the great opera prima donna, singing to a large appreciative audience. The next scene showed Josephine McGinley, a prim little nurse in St. Vincent's Hospital, Portland. Her cheerful smile was a source of much joy to her sick patients. I'll bet I know who this is going to be, I commented as I perceived a tall figure becoming clearer. Yes, and I think you're right, too, replied Adeline. Sure enough, it was Mary Williams, America's greatest orator, delivering one of her famous orations in the Municipal Auditorium of Jersey City. After this I beheld Immaculata's gym star, Mary Barnes, teaching in the gymnasium of Berkeley University. Wliy, Adeline, what a marvelous invention! I exclaimed. just a minute now, she replied, and we'll see some more. As the next picture became more vivid, I saw a musician sitting at a piano, her fingers gliding over the keys. It was Mary Jane Kane playing her masterpiece, I-Iumoresquef' The secene shifted and I perceived an artist sketching Mt. Hood. It Was Mary Niehueser. Of all wonders this is the most wonderful I ever witnessedf' I burst out again. Adeline only smiled in answer. In the next picture I saw a throng of people waving hats and handker- chiefs and frantically cheering Lucille McGoorty as she completed her speech in which she nominated XVilma Bechtold to fill the office of governor of New York.

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--if i LIITIIJM CONVALLIUM 23 Class Will We, the Class of 1926, of Immaculata Academy, in the County of Multnomah, and the State of Oregon, being about to pass out of this sphere of education, in full possession of a crammed mind, a well-loaded memory, and a prodigious power of understanding, do make, ordain, and publish this our last will and testament. First: To our beloved teachers we give our sincere gratefulness, and lasting memory. We also bequeath to them the extraordinary knowledge and startling information that we have furnished them from time to time in our various recitations and examinations. Secondly: To the freshmen we bequeath our good nature. It will enable them to bear the taunts which they are heir to. Thirdly: To the sophomores we leave our senior dignity. They need it. Fourthly: To the juniors we bequeath the use of our class room, pro- vided they are as generous with it as we were. We leave to them also the privilege of holding private class meetings at the noon hour. Fifthly: To next year's seniors we will our private lunch room, which is not yet worn by frequent use. We have chosen to take with us the sweet memory of our happy high school days. Furthermore, with unparalleled generosity we individually bequeath: I, Mary Barnes, will my mechanical ability to the junior who wishes to possess it. I, Clara Bechtold, do solemnly bequeath my extensive Spanish vocabulary, and my well-thumbed Spanish grammar to Mary Agnes McBride, who will, no doubt, find need for them in her college work. I, Wilma Bechtold, give my prospects of becoming a professional actress to Helen Rothenberger. I, Dorothy Concannon, leave my promptitude in answering the 8:55 bell to anyone lacking the habit of early rising. I, Mildred Corcoran, bequeath to the freshman class the exclusive privilege of some day becoming seniors. I, Mary Curran, will my habit of stuttering to anyone not having an excuse for neglecting her English assignment. I, Madonna Enright, give my calm reserve to the sophomore class to be used during recreation. I, Mary Jane Kane, will my slickcr and golashes to anyone who gets wet in a rain storm. I, Marie Kluge, bequeath my folder to anyone who might call for help during an exam. I, Loretta McCormick, impart my excess knowledge of English to Theresa Heup. I, Josephine McGinley, leave my capability of performing experiments to the next senior who is scientifically inclined. I, Lucille McGoorty, bequeath my chemistry catastrophes to the future chemistry class. I, Margaret Miller, give to the future seniors my information on political topics. I, Mary Niehucser, will my specks to the next senior who has to read Vanity Fair. I, Bernice Noonan, impart my love for physical culture to the junior class.