Sacred Heart Griffin High School - Dominicus Yearbook (Springfield, IL)

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,S x 11? oss as cus at T -Q The Sophomore herald next called us to 'Aattentionf' The scene changed to the Fox and Doolinu abode. The Senior and junior Dorms were assembled, listening to and hashing out the latest gossip. At the height of the conversation, Sister came in with a light tap, tap on the door. The effect was instantaneousp the stillness had that dull, lifeless quality of permanency, as if it had existed unruftled for ages. Her breath recovered, Fox dashed to the door and promised, Yes, Sister, we'll put the light out in just a minute. But when Sister was well out of hearing distance, the hub-bub swelled again. The scene couldn't have been truer to life. In keeping with the spirit, the orchestra struck up a lively fox-trot, while the juniors made ready for the Class Prophecy, Mary Purcell, the prophet, looked into the urn of the future and told us what she saw written there about our destinies, while the other members of the class gave us a glimpse of the reality. VVe are glad that we are all to be so illustrious and happy. Viewed so far ahead of time, some ol' them seemed quite humorous. VVe didn't expect Cso soonb to see Bernice Doolin as Sister l--, leading chapel ranks, and having her own way. Our imag- inary Kathryn Rachford, future orator, won a storm of applause. VVe hoped some day to see this reproduced in reality. Having been told by our Faculty advisors that the death of Class '27 is immi- nent and inevitable, we had drawn up our Last VVill and Testamentf' Ruth Feely, in a strong. clear voice that belied true feelings, made the Juniors our proud heirs. Last came the favor dance. Each Senior received a corsage of Roses and Sweet VVilliams, to which her Junior partner's name was attached. These couples soon formed i11to lines and we made our way to the refectoryg that is, it had been the rcfectory, but deft hands had turned it into a blue, white and gold, latticed garden which held everyone spellbound. At the conclusion of the sumptuous banquet a toast was given by Maxine Cripe, to which Margaret Monaghan responded. Father Giustirthen gave us a bit of timely advice and encouragement-another manifestation of his kindly interest. . Father Sloan, our last speaker, with his ever-ready wit, produced a hurricane O1 mirth. H All good things must come to an end. VVe broke up our party with songs. ihe Juniors sang first, and the Seniors responded. Our dream day was over, but we bore away fond memories that time will never efface. Fzglzty T-'wo

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KRW l ND NL? A A 'N fzlx 1 if i, W 1 A. L. S. The English Class started out to be a very industrious allfairg it ended-f-but that is a long story. ln the midst of everything, Maxine Cripe came in and asked for Margaret lllonaglian. Now we usually are not curious, but when the junior Class president comes right into class and asks for the Senior Class president, any amount of curiosity is pardonable. Margaret was absent: so Clara Graham, our secretary, was carried off instead. XYe tried hard for the next few minutes to con- centrate on English, but that bit of suppression probably was not a good thing, for when Clara returned bearing a large box we fairly exploded. NNB lost loads of precious seconds laughing and chattering as we surrounded her. Finally each one ft us was frantically trying to untie the dainty blue ribbon from a pretty little parcel wrapped in white tissue paper. The hidden treasures were wee blue umbrellas, inside which were minute cards bearing the inscription, He our Guest, May 19, l927. The beginning of the end had come. These were the heralds of the turning point all a Senior's life at S, H. A., for with A. L. S. the Seniors give up their cherished privilege of hostesses and become honored guests. Hut we laughed and chattered louder than ever to make ourselves believe that our joy was not mixed with regrets. t.Xnd the English class-I can't seem to remember the end of it at alll inspired by stormy weather, we sent back to the Juniors a Urain cape doll bearing a bag loaded with our Thank you's. An intermission of five days followed, during which everybody worked but thc Seniors. For uve whole days we saw not. neither did we hear. The gala day came at last, and before we knew it each Senior was being led forth by an attentive Junior to begin the l'romenade. Wfas it the shimmering lights and the dazzling beauty of the decorations. or was it the dreamy music and the touching words of the junior Class Song that moved us so strangely? Perhaps it was vague regrets again playing on our heartstrings. The Promenade broke up and we danced till the lireshies turned our reveries into gasps of horror by bringing out and reading extracts from the Senior diary. They passed over all the lofty and inspiring passages which might have revealed to the gathering what truly noble folk they were entertaining that night, and read those discomhting and diverting incidents which we had hoped to keep secret for- ever and ever. .Xfter these embarrassing yet amusing revelations, we resumed dancing until again we were asked to be seated. This time the Commercials came to the front. 'l hey cleverly featured the Seniors in class. lt vexed us not a little to find that there were some who deigned to question publicly the spotless record which the Seniors hold of themselves. Eighty-One

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