St Agnes Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Houston, TX)

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I was dressing for the New Year's ball Poetry, '42 . . . ALMA MATER A graceful pillared building With steps that climb so high In dignity is standing Brave against the skyg A group of happy school girls As they saunter up and downs The bus that comes each day at three To take us into towns A glimpse of a well-filled chapelg The pictures on the wall Of the second floor, and the swarms of girls As they go to study-hall-- When I think of St. Agnes Even more than the buildings I see The girls and nuns together: These make up St. Ag-nes for me. Slowly as the night would fall, '-MARY BELLE MCKEON OLD THINGS A ray of sunshine touches Some well-worn books and then Flickers on some pencils On paper and a pen. The sun hides out behind a cloud Like a frightened faung The ray of sunshine disappears Reminds me of the past four years- My last school days are gone. Down at You Down at You Down at You Down at You Down at -MARY BELLE McKEoN, 42. JONESES the house of Ioneses, find them, all who willg the house of Ioneses, find lack and even Bill. the house of Ioneses, find them by the tableg the house of Ioneses, find food prepared by Mabel. the house of Ioneses, When all the work is done, Down at the house of Ioneses, You'll find them having fun. Down at the house of Ioneses, You'll find Ann doing her artg Down at the house of Ioneses, Where musicis composed by Mart. Down at the house of Ioneses, You have seen all going ong Down at the house of Ioneses, Where happiness lasts till dawn. MY REVERIE I walked along the sunny street, My thoughts were far away In a wonder world, that's never seen In this modern world today. I sat upon a golden throne Within my palace walls, And sent my servants scurrying Throughout the many halls. For it was only their desire To grant my every wish, The dressmaker to make a gown- Oi' the cook my favorite dish. In a dress of soft green silk, And my royal cloak of velvet Trimmed with fur as white as milk. The musicians played my favorite waltz As I came down the palace stairs, And all the court was happy 'Cause they hadn't any cares. I danced upon the flufy clouds With handsomest prince in the land, And it made me very happy When he smiled and kissed my hand. The dance was almost over And he was just about to say- When Iohnny hollered from the curb Hey, Alice, going my way? '-FRANCES SULLIVAN, LITTLE MISS Tiny footprints in the sand, Dainty dresses made by hand, Mem'ries of a baby's kiss, Mean to me a little missf' I'd hear footsteps in the hall Softly coming down the stairs, Folded hands, to say her prayers. Then as she would creep to bed, After all her prayers were said, There I'd sit, with dreaming eyes, Questioning mysterious skies. Now I sit in memories deep, Thinking of a child asleep. Though she's almost eighteen now, She's still my Little Miss, somehow. '4 -BETTY JANE CLAY, '42, -MARGARET SULLIVAN, '42