Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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50 LILIUM CONVALLIUM Sophomore Class P-resident ..A.. MARY LOUISE LANGEN Secretary .... ....,., H ELEN CARR Vice Prcsideni ....... IRENE WILLEY Treasurer .....,, CATHERINE KENNY The Sophomores Hail the Sophomores! Hail the most sedate ones! The second year of our most quiet reign has passed. For two joyous years the halls have echoed with our feeble voices, and 'tis said that we have frightened many by the uncanny rattle of windows, caused by the light tread of our dainty feet. Ah yes, ever and anon, between classes and, Qshould I say it?j sometimes not between, our laughter subdued, are heard the cadences of our giggles. But, we are of extremely kind hearts! Judge for yourselves when we tell you that not a single freshman was missing after the initiation! We are now in the middle of our high school days! It is with a feeling of regret that we face the two years that are to be the last of school for most of us. Four of the happiest years and also, of the most important, for during that time we must fit ourselves to cope with the problems of life. In later years when each of us has attained her particular aim, we hope that our Alma Mater will be as proud of us as we are of her. -CATx-IERINE STRAUB, '28,

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LILIUM CONVALLIUM 49 Juniors Just three years ago we tripped lightly into high school. Now our dreams were fulfilled. Timidly, fearfully, yet hopefully, we entered Immaculata. The poor freshmen are so often dubbed green and green we were indeed, but those hard days of adjustment were characterizd by untiring determination and then we found ourselves wise sophomores. Sophomores, the happiest of all the high school days fthe senior year an exception, of coursej, the happiest because as sophomores, we were respected by the freshmn but as yet had not the responsibilities of the higher classes. Another year quickly flew by and we are juniors. Ah, juniors! How much that meant to us! The light gaiety of the sophomores we lost in taking our places as respected juniors. It is said of us, that we are slecpyg but no, we are only dignified in our quiet pursuit of knowledge. After the first excitement of the opening of school, we settled down to diligent study. Soon after the election of officers we began preparations for our entertainment of the seniors. A vegetable party was decided upon. Vege- tables for the invitations, vegetables for the entertainment, vegetables for table decorations and only vegetables for the lunch. I think that the seniors were nonplussed when they heard that no sweets were to be served. Surely it would not fit the dignity of the seniors to offer them sweets, food for babes. The remarks of the audience evidenced that the entertainment was enjoyed very much. It was a surprise not only to the spectators but also to the per- formers. During the Pumpkin Dance, the scarescrow and mimic nearly made the pianist hysterical. Besides the party, we have given two luncheons, one for our long desired flag pole, which will soon be in place in our school. We are juniors! Juniors-the very name recalls memories and longings, too. Memories of those dear freshman and sophomore daysg longing for the Clay when we shall be seniors. But the junior year means work, work in the present. Utilizing the knowledge gained in the .freshman and sophomore years, we are making strenuous efforts to fit ourselves to become seniors. -THERESA HEUP, ,27. Spring The time of health and beauty, The time of play and duty, The time of birds and flowers, The time of sun and showers. The buds peep forth in spring, The woods with carols ringg Witli joy the world doth sing, New life pulsates in spring. -HONNORAH FINN, ,28. Our life is like the feath'ry snow, It lasts but for a day, And when the sun his smile does show, It melts and steals away. -BERNICE SCHRANTZ, ,27.

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LILIUM CONVALLIUM 51 Our Class ln September, 1924, our class was secretly a shivering and shaking group of girls. We walked softly in the halls and sent furtive glances all around, always fearing some new prank or trick. Our numerous blunders were con- tinually laughed at, we seemed to be under observance constantly, and we received comfort from no one. XVe were called the poor little freshies . This was extremely embarrassing when said by a small Senior to one of our larger girls. After the first two weeks of this cruel introduction into high school, a huge black cloud descended upon us. Its dimensions were terrifying, and its progress exceedingly uncertain and very sinister. The other girls increased its dimensions and dwelt upon its effects. There was no escape from it, riot even hope of an escape, for initiation must be submitted to by all. After this first black cloud, which we all faced as bravely as could be expected, had passed, there loomed another. The actions of this one were certain, but what a sinister character it had! Examinations! The dreaded word caused chills to run up and down every girl's spine, for no one was sure that she would be exempt. We now broke the record in the number of class parties, for every one said and believed, Eat, drink, and be merry while you cang you won't be able to after che examinations. We all survived the examinations, however, some declared they now had their first gray hair. Of course we celebrated with another series of parties. It was now that the bright stars of the class began to shine. The taunts were lessening and the other girls began to take an interest in the work we did. But the third cloud, although considerably less threatening, now descended. Exam- inations the second time, these, although not so hard as the first time, still had quite an amount of worry attached to them. With the passing of the third cloud our first year ended, and we started on our three-months' voyage on the sea of good times inthe boat of fun. We have now faced the clouds of the second year, and we have found that high school life is one black cloud after another, but after each cloud is passed, the sunshine is a little brighter. -ELIZABETH JANISCH, 'z8. Words If there were words appropriate To describe a winding stream, A forest, or a flowerlet As beautifully as it's seen, If lips could softly echo The feelings a heart can hold, The words would fill earth with music, A music of beauty untold. -CATHERINE STRAUB, 'z8. The roses, lives are rich and sweet And beautiful while they last, But, ah! the hours are so fleet, They soon will wither in the blast. -BERNICE SCHRANTZ, ,27.