Our Lady of Lourdes High School - Knight Yearbook (Marinette, WI)

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Qriifji - Q U , 1iiYfWe a1'. 'i2-2'4 ' - B- I US JUNIORS Now listen to my tale of praise, For it will make you stand and gaze. Us juniors are a jolly set, You do not know us, I'll just bet. Now first comes joe, the quiet one, VV ith Ow'n and Ed. both loads of fun. Yes. Casey Schultz enjoys a game, And Harold aims at winning fame. As for myself, I'm awful shy, At school I always work and try. Now, on the whole, the Junior boys Are perfect, quiet, outside their noise. The Junior girls are quick and sure, There's Catherine Hunting and Mary Moore. VVho do their work in such a way, It makes the whole class glad and gay. VV ith DOFiti1j', Marg'ret, great old chums, And Olive, Rhoda everything hums. Darb and Alberta always find It gives them pleasure to be kind. Kate Kuchenberg is one who thinks, And Florence Meyers hardly blinks. When asked a question, to reply, They get right up, without a sigh. Elizabeth and Rachel, too, All love their books, we know they dog In studies they ambition show, 'Tis wonderful how much they know. Lucille and Helen get on fine, And Bernadine falls right in line. To praise them right, I have my fears, 'Twould take the whole of seven years. We're quite a class, I know we are, The best in High School, yes, by far. In all activities, great and small, We work so hard, we beat them alll ALBERT BEIRING. A K- Q . Q. Q 1, ' . . 1.445 5 Q.. -5 , X u 9lB?.E...,.'1E4Q1'7EvEL!E!'1Zs .lxiQ K A - 9 U Paye 54

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1 K 1 . s' v ' Z- he 'fin qi ' 3' , Ygxw y 'xbwdtis'-'f- Nr - 5 B- J el - THE ROYAL TOUCH Oh, Mother, said Mary Louise, do you like it? Will it be a sensation ? Yes, I'm sure it will be, said Mrs. Doll enthusiastically, answering both ques- tions at once. Mary Louise, her only daughter, had surprised her by writing a creditable playlet. The girl's ambition was to have it sponsored by the Ladies' Association. All the women were amazed when they read the play, for no one had realized that there was such talent in their midst. Mrs. Grey offered her drawing room for the presentation and promised to prepare all stage accessories. After a little persuasion Mary Louise consented to have her play acted at the proffered place. Further preparations were postponed until the next week. During the interim, Mary Louise imagined herself the hero- ine and lived in joyful expectation of the assigning of the roles, which had been voted to Mrs. Grey. Imagine her chagrin when Mrs. Grey beamed on her and said, Mary Louise, I have been planning and think that your description of the leading character would exactly suit my daughter. Mary Louise felt abashed at the idea of not being the heroine, but this feeling was only intensified when she thought of giving it up to that little red-haired bag- of-bones. She blushed at the description she had given Matilda Grey: but this altogether outwitted her patience, she said nothing because she couldn't trust her voiceg but tried to look pleased. VVhen she was returning home from her ill-fated meeting, she turned all these matters over in her mind. The result was not altogether calming, and she had to pinch herself as a reminder that a young lady of sixteen was beyond the age of tears. The play of The Golden-Haired Goddess, Mrs. Grey had renamed it, was to be acted the next day. Mary Louise sat wondering what she would be doing now, if she were the heroine, trying on her dress for the last time, perhaps. VVas Ma- tilda trying on hers? When she entered the Grey's drawing room the next day she saw only the place where she could have gained her fame had not Mrs. Grey stepped in. She could picture Matilda on the stage now. She looked at her watch and wondered why the playlet didn't begin: it was already one minute after time. A thought suddenly struck her. She hurried from the drawing room to the dressing room. As she approached she thought she heard stiiied sobs. Upon coming closer she heard them more plainly. She entered and found to her dismay, Matilda, the heroine, huddled in a heap on the floor crying as if her heart would break. She walked over to her and touched her on the shoulder. Matilda raised her tear-stained face slowly and looked at Mary Louise in hopeless dejection, but Mary Louise gently took her hand and soothingly said, Now, now, Matilda. Everything is very wrong, is it ? VVhat are you crying about F Matilda solemnly pushed out her foot for an- swer, and to the dismay of Mary Louise, she saw a beautiful white slipper soiled by two large black spots. She looked around for the cause and discovered it in a bottle that once contained ink, now lying on the floor empty. Mary Louise was a quick thinker, but she broke her record and became a fast one. She jumped up, ran to the adjoining room and bade one of the girls enter- VX sg . ig ' . jig- Q -x 1' sa .isfftflvrtfwfift-. at-Qsi ' '13 -W Page 55