Marywood Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Grand Rapids, MI)

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IIN Xl-l-'llX9 OPI! 'Ill li ULOPH CLUB l he Uloph Club was organixetl by the junior members of Saeretl Heart Aeait Ill Uetoher, 11125. lts purpose is to enable its members to speak :intl to write be 's ' ' , ttual llelp ' nglish. 'l'he name Olopl 1 lj taken from the title Our l.atly ot lerp- Q leli letter heing the lirst letter of a worel in that i l neler the patronage 1 ' title. it our lilesseel lately mueh progress has been mzlele, ant members have shown more than ortlinary enthusiasm as well as splencliel application The Uloph Club has been reeognizetl by the Detroit News, and has beeom 1 'mher ' ' ' 7 ' elub of then Young XX liters Club uneler the title of ll1arywooel Gro ' Prizes have been awareletl lloris .lurgenson anel lilzinehe blarie H 'wen during th' 1 .g ,, 1 .s year in recognition of their work, while other members have reeeivetl recognition tio time to time in other ways. lVe hope to eontinue this work anil to equip ourselves with that most neeesszuv ot ill ahilitieskto speak antl to write gooel lfnglish. 'l'llli SKY 'l'he enuntry is blaek at night Antl clottetl with tiny stars, Though really they are houses llelonging to I,orcls like Mars, Sky Vity is blue in the clay time, 'lihe homes are ot lluffy whiteg Anal when Mr. Sun retires ht. lzlves fineklx turn out eaeh liff l . c Ulten the lfairies and lilves llanee to a merry tuneg 'I'hey sing antl play together ln their silvery eastle, Moon. XVuulcln't you like to live there Anil play with these people so lair, XVho are always, always happy lieeause they are liree from eare? -Rein Ri-zxnixx, Grade Six. MY DOG Buster is my puppy? name, lle's eoloreel blaek and white, Ancl when he goes out in the niutl lle is really quite a sight. lt eloes no gooel to wash him, lfor when the elooi' is witle, lle always makes an awful clash So he ean get outside. Antl when we go out rieling lle likes to go along, And often he will ehase the ear Though he knows it's very wrong. lt's funny when he's naughty lle lays his ears right baek Puts his tail between his legs lfor fear he'll get Il whaek. -lil'1RN.XlDI'f'l l'lf llama, Gran lil 'lb le liig

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,,. , Xlzltllftb A POOR GIRL IN A RICH HOME By RUTH REMHAN Stll'l'l'd Ilmrt .flradmny Group Marion dug her toeless boots into the large oriental rug of Mr. Robert Ramsey's vesti- bule. She looked strangely out of place in the richly furnished room, with her skimpy calico dress, cheap cotton stockings, much- scuffed boots, and the big orange' hat trimmed with a large bunch of artificial cherries that hung directly opposite her nose, making a funny crown for her mass of black curls. She had come only that morning from the Chicago orphan asylum to be friend and companion to Betty, the 12-years-old daugh- ter of Mr. Ramsay. On arrival she had been escorted to the room by a stiff, expressionless butler, who said that he would announce her to Mr. Ramsay. It had seemed ages to Marion since he had left the room, though in reality it had been about five minutes. Step this way, Miss, and, as if in a dream she followed the butler to the library. There she saw a kind-faced gentleman about forty, who stood as she entered- Good evening, Miss Marion, I am sorry I could not meet your train, but business made that impossible. It is almost time for dinner so Martha will show you your room and dress you for din- ner, said Mr. Ramsay. But I can dre-, but a warning glance from Martha stopped her so she only said, All right, Mister Ram- say, and followed Martha up the stairs. Martha led her to an attractive room. Martha combed the black locks and put on a filmy pink dress. Marion rebelled when Martha stooped to take off her boots. I am no baby, she said as she pulled the shoe off and threw it across the room. As she started to descend the stairs she looked at the highly varnished banister- then, quick as a flash she threw herself on it and down she went and landed on the floor. It is not the custom of this house to slide down the banisterf' said Betty coldly. Oh, I'm so sorry, said poor Marion. Betty's answer was cut short by Hobbs announcing dinner. At the dinner no one said anything but Marion, and she was very talkative. She told tales that shocked Betty and sent Mr. Ramsay into gales of silent laughter though outwardly he had a grave face. She told them how Tommy had dropped a knife on his big toe, and how Lily had taken the part of an old womang how she wanted white hair so she had applied a can of white paint on her hair, and other tales that made it hard for Hobbs to keep a straight face. After dinner when Marion had gone to bed, Betty went to the library and told her father she would not have Marion in the house another day. What has she done? asked her father. Oh, she is so horrid and vulgar, cried Betty. It is only that you are not used to her ways. VVait a month and if you don't like her just a tiny bit then, I will send her back to the asylum, said Mr. Ramsay. ' 'I ' ' The nekt inorning, Marion came down- stairs stilf :fs a poker. She responded 'drily to Mr. Ramsay's pleasant good morning. In vain he tried to' make her talk. At last Mr. Ramsay asked her what was the matter. After some coaxing she said, l'Last night 'I over- heard lyou and Betty talking and I ,decided that' if I wanted to stay here'I must act like Miss Betty. Didn't .I do fine? she said. Then Mr. Ramsay gave her a lecture that she would not forget in a hurry. If you. went to the home of, R. J. Ramsay, Chicago millionaire, today you would see Miss Betty and Miss Marion sliding down the banisters.--fReprinted from Detroit'News.J THE BOY VVHO LOVED HIS MOTHER Little Johnnie Smith lived with his wid- owed mother in a tiny house just outside the city limits. His mother worked every day in order to buy food to eat and clothes to wear. John, although very young, sold papers, and did many odd jobs for the neighbors. He always brought his pennies home and gave them to his mother. Instead of playing at night like the other boys, John studied real hard. At the age of nineteen he was in a position to take care of his mother. He built a nice little bungalow with the pennies he had saved. He and his little mother still live here. Mother only thinks of making john happy and john's only thought is- How shall I please Mother? --Wmmuzn KUENNEN Mar 'wood v 3 , Sixth Grade. Ten years old. . MY DREAM s As I looked into the fireplace, Staring at the Hame, I saw a funny little man, I wondered whence he came. He danced so many dances, And he sang so many songs, He jumped from log to andiron And from hearth broom to the tongs. He was dancing all around there, , When I woke up with a start, I realized 'twas in a dream This man had taken part. Then I laid away my Spelling book And put away my pen, D I took my sleepy head to bed, To sleep and dream again. -MAME Smnil-r, Grade Eight. 1926 Page Ninety-nine