Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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.

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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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435' 'kfdyf . 52 LILIUM CONVALLIUM Freshmen Class President .......... PAULINE GOBBI Secretary ..,. Vice President KATHLEEN FABER Treasurer .... Just Freshmen Last year we started as freshmeng As green little freshies we cameg With eyes large and wide We accepted each jibe That the sophomores thrust at us freshmen. Now We're going to pester you, freshmeng We know just how shaky you feelg But remember it's fun And your fun's just begun, So be happy to know you're just freshmen. just wait ,till you're wise sophs as we areg You'll understand then why we say, QThough we seem to be gladj We think it's quite sad That We'l1 never again be just freshmen. -CATHERINE STRAUB, 'z8. if . . . .MARGARET BROWN MARIE FRANK