Marywood Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Grand Rapids, MI)

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i i l , 1 1 i r v-4 I V Q 5 l 1 r 1 1 , . V V. Fi iii ,ir - A igiQml?iIHInqin:n'm:iuz'.:t:r ATILRZ :fsiqzII::n::p'j7ri::jT:3n3'::Q1:.:.,qig:11,':.,. T V E I ,ll A-X S ILILJ, l 4 ii z V TOGETHER t y , a i They stood in the silvery moonlight, And though but frail and tiny, g Under an old oak tree, Gowned in soft green and blue, , His fond eyes held hers for an hour She meant worlds to one stronger, gl And shyly back looked she. VVho was tender, good and true. ' ll l The silvery beams shone on her, Together they swayed in the breezes Makirig her beauty rare, Unconsciously-never a thought i l I To the one who stood beside her Came to the mind of Sweet William i t ' And knew that she was fair. And little Forget-me-not. l l lil 1 l' --LYLA MONTROY, '28, :gi i it ,El 4E ' f t , , , , E I .f 10 MX MOIHILR li ? She has dark brown eyes She's a wonderful comfort l And black, black hair-- And loved everywhere. l lj Her smile is most sweet, VVe'd all be left helpless Her complexion most fair. If she were not there. X She has ways very kind, So please God, He'll keep her it Very patient and dear, And guard her with care, l 5 'U' She is thoughtful and loving, VVith all her distresses and V E And always is near Burdens to bear, I K: VV hen there's sorrow or trouble The beautiful woman with y Or sickness to fear. Nature so rare-called- Mother. li, -E1.izAnm'H VANDENHERG, Grade Eight. itil U l . El l voICEs , y The voice of the orator held complete sway, i -il He drew all the people to think just his way: I 'Twas easy to fathom where his power lay. EE fl. VE: The voice of the singer was thrilling the crowd, im? ti, Uplifting the humble, subduing the proudg i Vv'ith rare gift had God this singer endowed. j l r H l A voice in the darkness, the nightingale singsg ply VVith rich vibrant music, the solemn earth rings, l N i What joy to the traveler this ni ht son ster brin sl i W 1 g g g 1 y , i l The voice of a baby-a gurgle was all- l l . . lp It clutched at our heartstrmgs-we Hew to its callg 4 Not one could resist it-the babe was so small. i li l The voice of the blaster we hear in the end. l i l Our ears listen for itg all melodies blend - g In those soul-reaching words of our heavenly Friend. x l . 3 I -HELEN MCKENNA, '26. U .ei l ll l l il -41- M- -I - - 1 9 2 6 a Page Forty-nin i i i

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Page Forty-eight X' if R I 'I' X S ' ,- e, I've given much consideration, Deep forethought and concentration To the proposition, and I hope that you will understand, Nly motives are the very best. So now if you are well disposed To listen to me, keep composed, lylaintain your calm, ere 'tis too lateg The question is,-I hesitate,- Do you really think l'll graduate? --KIARIAN TVIALONE, '26. SEASONS IMPRESSIONS A day in Spring! How kind God is to every living thing! The violets bloom and joyful robins sing, From distant brook soft haunting melodies ring, This day in Spring. A Summer day! The golden sun casts forth a burning ray, VVith Summer song the sea is strangely gay, Down on the sands the happy youngsters play This Summer day. A day in Fall! The whistling wind-the rustling leaves that fall, To robe the ground and cast on earth a pall Of Summer gone-show signs of VVinter's call, A day in Fall. A VVinter day! The blust'ring storm brings night too soon o'er day, And VVinter's sport it carries on its way, - As reigning king it holds the scept'red sway, This VVinter day. -HELEN MCKENNA, '26. N I GHT Dusk falls on the darkening land, The sun has sunk from sight, The tall trees bow their stately heads And welcome the shades of night. The children quietly fall asleep, Tired from their work and play Over the sky the soft moon creeps, 'Tis the end of another day. Above on a lovely carpet of blue The stars shine in the sky, Sending their glorious, silvery hue On the slumbering earth to lie. How like the night our lives must be Which silently ebb away, Into Death's deep and seething sea From darkness to the day. -LENORE BOLGER, ,27. 1926

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I l Page Fifty Y If R l 'li Tr 'A THE MOON Floating, silvery, cloudless moon, Golden now, yet fading soon, I am wondering here below, Wheilce you come and where you go. Glorious shaft of yellow light, VVandering lady of the night, O'er the desert's waste and gloom, Lovely sailing summer moon! Cold, pallid, glistening moon, Plain-dressed lady without plume. What you've seen, ahl no man knows, Where dashes stream and wild wind blows. 'Tis you who see success and doom Faint, glimmering, winter moon! --IVIARIAN CONNELLY, '28. HOOT MON ! ! A ToAsT TO SCOTLAND AND THE SCOTCH D0llit'Ilf6II to S. ill. D. Here's to the land of beauty and grace, To the land of fair lads and lassies, To the land of shimmering silvery lochs, Golf links, drivers and brassies. Do you ken the glorious land, my friend, The land where the thistles grow, The land of the heather purple, soft, The land of sparkling snow? Here's to the Scotch lVIon, they Call him close, But his heart is as big as the sun, Filled deep with a love for his home, his own, For children's laughter and fun. Here's to the mon of swishing kilts, Bare knees and tam 0' shanter, The mon who is heapin' full with joy, VVith seriousness and banter. Oh! to be in that fair far land, Through its hills to go a roamiu', To see a shepherd tend his flock And drive them home at gloamin'l l've never seen this land so fair, But take this much from me, VVith the help 0' God I'll see it yet, Ere I lay me doon and dee. -ANN MACGREGOR, '26. 1926