Ravenhill Academy - Mariale Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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DEATH OF MOTHER ETHELBURGA Mother Ethelburga, who had been held for two years in a Japanese prison camp at Los Banos, in the Philippines, was brought over to the States in 1945, where she won the love of all who knew her at Ravenhill. Last October 26th, she died after a prolonged illness. She left to us an example of her saintliness and her patience in suffering. JUDY HAWTHORNE, XII Class LA PRINCESSE DE CLEVES Par MADAME DE LAFAYETTE This review was given by Jane Smith at the French Contest held at Temple University in April. Jane won Second Prize in the Fourth Year French Group. Congratulations! Vivant au dixfseptieme siecle, quand toute la literature etait Seals et pas realiste, Madame de Lahiyette plus ou moins surprit la France par la publication de La Princesse de Cleves. On peut meme dire que la vie de l'auteur est un peu ref flechie dans le livre. Cependant, je ferais une digression si je parlais de ses alliiires personnelles a ce momentfci. Enfin, comme j'etudie l'histoire de cette epoque, ce livre m'a donne une bonne vue des moeurs du dixfseptieme siecle. L'histoire se passe en France sous le regne d'f Henri II et de Catherine de Medici. Mademoiselle de Chartres, l'heroine, etait une demoiselle de cette periode, tres bien elevee. Sa mere dirigea toutes ses actions at Vegard des formalites de la Cour. Comme elle etait tres belle, le prince de Cleves lui olfrit sa main, qu'elle accepta. Bientot apres son mariage, Madame de Chartres mourut laissant sa fille triste et solitaire. Malheureusement, Madame de Cleves s'eprit de Monsieur de Ne' mours, un jeune hoinme tres en Hiveur a la Cour. Il s'eprit aussi de la Princesse qui, malgre son inf clination, rebuta toutes ses avances. Quand 9 cherchant l'avis de son mari, elle le lui dit, il devint triste et tres jaloux. Apres quelques mois il mourut d'une hevre mysterieuse. Croyant, enfin, qu'elle serait libre de suivre son inclination, le duc de Nemours supplia la Princesse de l'epouser aussitot que la bienseance le permettrait. Mais elle attribua la mort de son epoux a son inclination pour le duc, et lui nia ce dernier bonheur. Elle se retira au couvent Old elle passa ses jours en vivant tres saintement. Le theme de l'histoire est celui d'une femme vertueuse tfichant de vivre d'une vie normale et d'eviter les tentations du monde. Le livre est de valeur non pour sa langue simple ou son intrigue peu compliquee, mais pour l'exacte peinture des emotions et des motifs des caracteres de l'auteur. Le monde sera longtemps endette 5. Madame de Lafayette puisque c'est elle qui s'arracha au style de convention et donna a la France une simple histoire, peinture iidele de la vie humaine. JANE SMITH, XII Class APRIL April-you hypocrite why are you crying And why are you saddened so? April, your tears are not from your grieving For winter died long ago. April, your face has gone grey with dreaming Your eyes hold the shadow of pain. April, your woe is not for believing I've no sympathy-dear-for your pain. April-your Whimsy in dreaming and sadness Know none of man's practical ways. April-Myour liking for mystical madness Has filled all your dreamfdusted days. April-you wistful, you tearful old dreamer Your face has pretended your pain April-you Vagabond whimsical schemer You think we are fooled by your rain. CONSTANCE HORTON, X Class

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Some Important People Father D'Arcy lectures at Ravenhill fQmQfyCvnYfmL Q fr Jw- Sify 2-.UM BISHOP HEENAN Father P. Peyton, Family Rosary Crusade director speaks at Ravenhill Dr. Dorizas, from the University of Penn' sylvzmia, at Ravenhill 41

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ARCHBISHOP CARUANA One of the Assumptions dearest and oldest friends, Archbishop George Joseph Caruana died March 25. Archbishop Caruana was a native of Malta. In his varied, interesting, and active apostolate which began at St. Ignatius College, Malta and took him to Rome, the Philippines, United States, Puerto Rico, Guatemala, Mexico, Haiti and Cuba, he did great work for God and for the Church. May he now enjoy the reward of his full life. RAVENHILL WINNERS! Splash! The girls hit the water and the race was on. They darted forward. Ravenhill was well represented by Dolly Hill, who broke two records, Elaine Mcllvaine, Pat Morris, Connie Halpin, Susan Hansell, Aideen O'Malley, Paula Cucinotta, Pat Hogan, Sheila Kelly, and Ellie Gallagher. The relays were over, the girls waited tensely, anxf iously for the verdict. lt came. Ravenhill! Win' ner! High with eightyfone points! The girls screamed, and jumped for joy. Come on, team! Let's do it again! Witness of the victory, the beautiful silver cup awarded by the Evening Bulletin stands in the cloister at Ravenhill. Congratulations I GWENDOLEN FORSYTH PAT Moiuus, IX Class BREAKERS From moonlight sands I grasp the sight, As breakers in their endless plight, Reach high up against the sky, And then return to break and die. PATRICIA Moiuus, IX Class THE TRIDULIM On October 30th Bishop McCormick opened the Triduuin with the Holy Sacrihce of the Mass. In the afternoon Monsignor Furey ofhciated at Solemn Benediction. Cn the second day the Glee Club sang the Mass of the Shepherds with Monsignor Mc' Kenna celebrating High Mziss. At 3:30 we had Solemn Benediction with Father McDonough as oihciant. On the great day of the Proclamation, November lst, we had a Pontifical High Mass with Bishop Lamb as celebrant. In the afternoon Monsignor McNally ofhciated at Solemn Benediction. We, the Seniors, feel very privileged that this great dogma was proclaimed during our last year at Ravenhill. FAI' MARIE JONES, XII Class WHISTLING WEST WIND O Whistling West Wind piercing hills and trees, Seizing, embracing the wide open earth, Unheeded you wail your warning clear, Suddenly, silently, the snow whirls. O West Wind blowing clear, crystal flakes, What patterns symmetrical--what patterns inf finitesimal, With sighing strains, relinquishing cries you give, The snow I call so joyously, preciously, mine. O West Wind fleeing in soft, gentle tones, O'erflowing your willowy white, wispy wonder, Leaving the still, silent softness of snow, And above a silvery starfstudded sky. TERESA Cooic, X Class