Sacred Heart College - Stella Oriens Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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Last I met o ur charming Peggy with her glamour undiminished And I heard it whispered softly that “that blonde is still not finished.” She has skimped and saved and dieted, ’till she has no figure left Raw potatoes soaked in vinegar are guilty of the theft. There is a little drama school in which she teaches grammar. This here , that there , and hev ’ and “hed” are what her pupils clamor. Fool, again the dream, the fancy! hut I know my words are wild. But I glimpsed the ivomans wisdom ’neoth the laughter of the child.” (Associated Brains) OUR WAR EFFORT Helen Brennan Helen is serving with the W.A.A.F. in Toronto. Mae MacDonald Mae is nursing in a military hospital somewhere in South Africa. TWENTY-ONE

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LOCKSLEY HALL 100 Years After With apologies to Tennyson “When I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see. Saw the vision of the ivorld and all the ivonder that loould heW When I came across our Frances, with her intellectual look. Then I saw that she was reading from an upside-doivn held book. When I asked her how she fared in this world so bright and gay She replied, “Oh not so badly, I have sausages every day.” “And Fm keeping up my Latin, for I feel that it’s of use. When I want to use a language that can stand some real abuse.” When I met our little Phyllis, she wcus filled with blank despair. Waving ividly at the street-car ivhich had gone and left her there. She said, “I have found a job that suits me, my pre-ordained vocation. Which imparts unto humanity the fruits of education. I lick .stamps for my employer, I train his circus fleas. A.side from making alibis that are always sure to please.” And my Sister, Marion “Webster” Bell who uses words so long and wise. Has cho.sen for her role in life, love-lorn la.ssies to advise. To balance the national budget she now applies the knowledge. Gained by relentless labour in her last two weeks of college. The King and Queen invited her to lunch with them last iveek. Her advice on deep state questions their Majesties ivished to seek.” “Hid Marion at this conference her depth of ivisdom show?” “Alas her treacherous memory! The Sage forgot to go!” Margaret is a chartered member of a New York wood-wind band Through constant practice she has caused her whistle to expand. From her home out to the mailbox a path is worn down They’ve arranged for more deliveries in her section of the toivn. They’ve stationed her at Wrigley Field to sell the patrons gum. And her relations to support her, eighty-thousand strong they come! TWENTY

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LE SAINT LAURENT De tous les spectacles grandioses que le Createur presente a I’oeil humaine, nul, a mon avis, depasse en splendeur, en richesse de coloris, en magnificence de toutes sortes, ce chef—d’oeuvre divin, cet apotheose de la creation, le beau fleuve St. Laurent. Les frequents voyages durant ma longue vie de missionaire me four- nissent I’occasion de jouir et d’ admirer les merveilleuses beautes de la nature, tant en Europe, qu’en Asie et en Amerique, mais chaque fois que la Divine Providence me ramene dans le cher Canada, ma patrie d’adop¬ tion, mon coeur deborde de joie et d’admiration lorsque le Paquebot s’engage entre les rives du majestueux St. Laurent. D’aussi loin que possible, I’oeil du voyageur, fatigue du monotone spectacle des vagues de 1’ Ocean, cherche avidement a decouvrir les rives hospitalieres canadiennes. Petit a petit le reve se realise car le grand bateau si fortement secoue sur les vagues houleuses du golfe s’ en va allegrement tomber dans les bras maternels du fieuve qui le bercera sur ses eaux calmes et limpides. L’ immensite des mers and les beautes de la nature elevent les ames vers rinfini; en les contemplant elles sont mues par un souffle divin qui les enivre de douceurs. On comprend le ravissement qui remplissait les coeurs d’une Ste. Monique et d’un St. Augustin, alors qu’etant ensemble a Ostie ils contemplaient le ciel et la mer dans une muette mais profonde meditation! Que dire du coucher du soleil sur le St. Laurent ? C’ est un spectacle ravissant, impossible a decrire; debout sur le pont le voyageur rega,rd3 et admire, il voit le jour disparaitre tout en eclairant le magnifique pano¬ rama qu’ il a sous ses yeux, le ciel semble se couvrir d’un manteau do diverses couleurs toutes plus ravissantes les unes que les autres, puis une brise legere vient animer ces corps flottants et confondre ces masses de blanc, d’ azur, de vert et rose, tout semble s’unir et les nuances et les murmures des eaux! Comme le Clovis de jadis, on se demande, “N’est-ce pas la I’antichambre du ciel?” Les merveilles du soleil couchant comme les merveilles du soleil levant, charment les yeux du voyageur attentif a gouter les beautes de la nature qui dans son muet langage proclame bien haut la puissance et la bonte du Dieu Createur du ciel et de la terre. Vcyez a 1’ Orient cette grande ligne de feu qui remplit tout I’espace; les premiers rayons sur les ondes majestueuses du St. Laurent, veulent aussi rendre hommage a leur Createur; les mouettes en choeur se reunis- TWENTY-TWO