Marywood Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Grand Rapids, MI)

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v s r 1 y U X 11 I I b 1 -1f2'12T'1rfi-11211151 1 .1m1- 1111- RETREAT I feel that I must shout Or sing or dance aboutg 'Twould bring relief. I cannot long endure Such solitude-why sure 'Tis past belief. But one half day is gone. How long it seems since dawn When we arose. The silence doth oppress, ' The rules I'll soon transgress VVhich round me close. Loud clamor now to me VVould as sweet music be, All is so still. VVhen the retreat is o'er 1'll talk forevermorey I vow I will! -M.ARION MALONE, .26. THE UNPREPARED LESSON Ain't it an awful sinkin' feelin' VVhen the hour's already begun, And though you've studied with all your might Your lesson ain't quite done? Ain't it a horrid shrinkin' feelin' ' VVhen the teacher calls your name For the part of the lesson you haven't got, And you've only yourself to blame? Ain't it a nervous tremblin' feelin' VVhen you slowly get to your feet, An' little shivers run up your back And your heart begins to beat? But ain't it a grand and glorious feelin' VVhen before you can say a thing, The period comes to a happy end As the bell begins to ring? -RUTH kiRAMBACl-IER, '28. SLIDING It was out on a hill on a Saturday morn, That a little girl, looking rather forlorn, Stood watching the others go down like a streak, Till it seemed like she'd sure turned to stone on the peak. She was chided and teased and her feelings were hurt, Called names from a freak to a dunce, Till at her wits' end little Cecil did blurt, Oh, well, I'll try anything once. .. , 1 9 2 6 1:.1,t :r:zmiinn.umi:n:::n1inmiLnIm!iin1T17iIn iflfllllffl l'. . 111 ' 1 H E 3 3 S F Q? li zz fl E 1 'Q ,lg ,lx .5 1 l 1 5 El u E EQ lu IE 15 l 1 i , Lf is E L5 Ei as L 3 E1 ,LI l s P F ,ri E WE lgi i l fi E 15, ga 1 l l is Page Fifty-one

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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

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Oix , , ' x rt ii M W l xr h R 1 1 x s me 4 AA L Then mounted poor Cecil, her heart in her mouth, In her nice big white sweater so thick. She'll need it, I thought, as the sled darted OH, For she surely will land in the creek. She was off 'mid the shouts from the top of the hill, Off, and she looked rather queer. Though I knew that she probably would have a spill, I thought she'd at least try to steer. I shut my eyes tight for the terrible crash Which I knew must come very soon 3 Poor Cecil saw stars tied up in a sash, And got a slight peek at the moon. Ever since little Cecil has stayed in the house, Dreams of sleds and of trees and colliding, VVhen someone says coasting she's still as a mouse, And I fear she will no more go sliding. -MARMN CONNELLY. A DREAM There was once a midnight party, just when all were busy eating, VVhich was quite against the rules. Someone knocked upon the door. 1 Girls came streaming down the hallway Sister entered, took a seat, and Dressed in bathrobes warm and mules. Joined in eating of their store. In a student's room they gathered She enjoyed the lunch immensely, For that appetizing spread. Thanked them for the little treat, Some were seated in the windows Told them they could have another- Others parked upon the bed. That's what took them off their feet Soon the bell just started ringing, A Rang until it made us scream. I awakened just to find ,LN The party was an empty dream. -MARY HQJUGH, '28. A' ry, Hn Jia Ui if.. l ii tl xiii lfl L Pugf Fifty-:wa 9 Q 6 i J...1...,.in...r,.sn,.....,.,.,,M 1. rn frm .4 --- ---W