St Anthony of Padua High School - Paduan Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1926 volume:

$abuan 1926 f iJublishfb bp fttubcnW of Sntfjonp Jjtgf) 5 cljool iflinneapolte, ittinnetfota Volume ttoo ©ebtcatton our rPastor, whose fatherly solicitude in all that concerns the school, to whose calrru judgment and Wise guidance, to whose pleas ant co-operation the students and faculty owe so much of inspiration and of enthusiasm, this volume is lovingly dedicated ARCHBISHOP AUSTIN DOWLING. D. D. £ ur rcfjtnsfjop Thou earnest to us in our hour of grief When clouds had closed the sun quite out our sky. Our leader great lay dead; no help seemed nigh: None spoke a word of hope however brief. And ev'ry heart was stricken as a leaf When tempests sweep the earth and rage on high. Each word, a moan, and ev'ry breath, a sigh And none knew where to turn to seek relief. Then thou didst come and all our world grew bright: And ev'ry heart grew glad with holy joy. Thy Christ-like kindness soon dispelled our night. Thy gracious presence did all fear destroy. All felt that thou would'st guide our steps aright. Our cares we cast on thee—nor fear annoy. REV. E. J. WILBEE 1901 (Pur pastor 1926 REV. FATHER WILBEE was bom in Hamilton. Ontario. Canada. July • 14. 1875. son of Frederic and Mary (O'Neil) Wilbee. In their family were seven children of whom Father Wilbee is the sixth in the order of birth. He attended the parochial schools of Hamilton, and of St. Jerome’s College at Berlin (now Kitchener). Canada. In the fall of 1898 he entered the St. Paul Seminary. St. Paul, and was ordained November 7. 1901. He began his pastoral work at St. Mary's Church. St. Paul, as assistant to Father Gibbons. He remained there two years and was then appointed secretary to Archbishop John Ireland, which difficult position he filled w'ith distinction for eight years. He then received the pastorate of St. Lawrence Church. Minneapolis. Here, in addition to his parish work he was the spiritual director of the Catholic students of the University of Minnesota. After four years of faithful service here, he was promoted to the irremovable rectorship of the Church of St. Anthony of Padua. Minneapolis. Under his able leadership this parish has not only maintained its unique record among the parishes of the Northwest, but continues to progress yearly. The present school building was completed during his first years at St. Anthony, and the beautiful pastoral residence was built four years ago. He has improved and embellished the parish property until it is now the pride of the Northeast, and. in appearance, is excelled by none in the city of Minneapolis. His constant care and untiring zeal in the cause of Catholic education has brought the school, both in the grade and in the high school departments, to the highest point of efficiency. Two years ago the high school, for the first time in its long history, was accredited to the University of Minnesota, thus taking its rightful place with the best in the state in equipment and in accomplishment. The Church of St. Anthony of Padua, the oldest church in the city, and from which many hundreds have migrated to other parts of the city, has been called The Mother Church of Minneapolis. During the years of Father Wil-bee’s pastorship it has continued to send its quota of sterling Catholics to help build new parishes throughout the city. These Catholics are an evidence of the high standard of spirituality which has ever marked the Catholicity of the Northeast —a spirituality which continues to grow and expand among the devout people of St. Anthony parish under the fostering zeal and devotion of their beloved pastor. It is a very special joy. this year, to the good people of the parish, that to them falls the honor of celebrating the twenty-fifth anniversary of Father Wil-bee’s ordination to the holy priesthood, and it is their most earnest prayer that Divine Providence may long spare him to carry on among them his most zealous and truly pious apostolate. 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Likely there are those who would take exception as to the correctness of that description. but if its size were at all in proportion to the sacrifices and deprivations its erection must have cost those devout old pioneers of long ago. then undoubtedly it was “large and capacious. It was built under the direction of Rev. Father Augustine Ravoux of revered memory. He was keenly interested in its construction and came often from Mendota. where he was then stationed, to superintend the work: he even at times, so the old settlers have said, joined the workmen in their labor. Previous to its erection Mass had been said in the little homes of the parishioners, but now. to the great joy of all. they had a church in which to offer the Holy Sacrifice. Though Father Ravoux conducted the first services in the new church, he was never its pastor. T he first resident priest was the zealous and energetic Rev. Denis Ledon. who came at the close of 1851. He was succeeded in 1855 by Rev. John Fayollc, during whose pastorate the present stone church was begun. Owing to ill health he was withdrawn in 1859. Rev. John McDermott was then appointed pastor: he carried on the work of completing the church which was ready for occupancy in 1861. He was followed by Rev. Felix Tissot. who piously and devoutly carried on the work of the ever growing parish for twenty-two years. On account of his advanced age he was retired in 1888. and Rev. James O'Reilly, who had been assistant for some time, was made pastor. Under his most able and wise guidance the parish passed peacefully through another twenty-two years of its history. In 1910 Father O'Reilly was consecrated Bishop of Fargo. N. D.. and the rectorship of St. Anthony was given to Rev. Patrick Kenny. He began the erection of the present school building but did not live to see it finished. He died in 1915. He was succeeded by Rev. Englebert J. Wilbee. a sketch of whose life is given in this issue. The present boundary lines of the Parish of St. Anthony of Padua are the River on the west and south. Central Avenue and 57th on the east and north. The Catholicity of this favored area is shown by the fact that within these same boundaries are nine other Catholic churches of various nationalities, and. besides St. Anthony School and Convent there are five other Catholic schools and five convents. Truly a hallowed ground must be that which encloses, within such narrow limits, so many thrones of the Eucharistic King. There is no home in the parish, but is almost literally illumined by the light of a sanctuary lamp. The seed, sown in tears, in privations, in discomforts of every kind, by those saintly priests of long ago. is now bearing an abundant harvest. It is a matter deserving of much thanksgiving that so rich a heritage has not fallen in vain to the devout people of the Parish of St. Anthony of Padua. Page Twflvt . f I f s. pllHIIIBIIIBIIIM I II ■ 111 B 111'PA L? LJ.A NI lIBIMBIilBllll I II ■IIITTT1 ST. ANTHONY SCHOOL Thirteen ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ jiii mi ■■■■ =Z Agnes Arrell Francois (Class Play). “Monseiur Beaucaire” Veronica’s Attendant. “Upper Room” Assistant Business Manager Elvira BrAndes Harry Rackcll (Class Play) Judas. “Upper Room” Assistant Art Editor Agnes Carline Servant Mirapois (Class Play) Longinus. “Upper Room” Amiens. “As You Like lt“ Secretary of Cicero Club Advertising Manager Mary Casey Sir Hugh (Class Play) Veronica, “Upper Room” President of Class Adam. “As You Like It Courtier. “Merchant of Venice Lucille Dupont Winton and Victor (Class Play) JUANITA GRESSER Monsieur Beaucaire (Class Play) Mary Magdalene. “Upper Room“ Orlando. “As You Like It Porter. Macbeth Page Fourteen Mary Hickey Townbrake (Class Play) Secretary of Class Pauline Knot Lady Mary (Class Play) Samuel. Upper Room Celia. ‘‘As You Like It Associate Art Editor Marie Kranz Henri (Class Play) John. Upper Room” Ethel McInnis Molyncux (Class Play) Peter. Upper Room Corin. As You Like It Farmer in Porter Scene, Macbeth Courtiers. Merchant of Venice Eleanor Morin Lady Malbournc (Class Play) Veronica's Attendant. Upper Room Mary Newton Lady Baring Gould (Class Play) Page Fifteen ■ ■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ Bill Jill Ilia ■■■■ Gertrude Paegel Beau Nash (Class Play) Oliver. As Vou Like It Associate Art Editor LEONA POSELEY Lady Clarise (Class Play) Blessed Mother. Upper Room Rosalind. As You Like It Treasurer of Class Associate Art Editor Marie Shea Bantison (Class Play) Joseph of Arimathea. Upper Room Treasurer of Cicero Club Associate Art Editor Vergil Snider Estelle (Class Play) Teresa Tims Doctor. Upper Room Charles. As You Like It Genevieve Wittmann Captain Badger (Class Play) Achaz. Upper Room Vice President of Class President of Cicero Club Editor-in-Chief of Paduan Page Sixteen :1� J ■ ■ 111■ iJJ MirnrnTari! i mimm-v Hast ®UiU anb {Testament of tfjc Senior Class WE. the Seniors and Graduating Class of 1926. of St. Anthony School, of the City of Minneapolis. County of Hennepin, being of sane minds and considering the termination of our life as members of this institution of learning, do hereby make, declare, and publish our Last Will and Testament, thus revoking any and all wills heretofore made. First: We order and direct the executor, later named, to endeavor to carry out the obligations to be imposed upon said executor as soon after June 1 1. 1926. as possible. This being the set day of our demise. Second: In thanksgiving for the many favors, benefits and comforts we have received during our four years' stay at St. Anthony School, we bequeath our everlasting gratitude, respect, and allegiance to our many teachers and also to Father E. J. Wilbee. our religious instructor. Third: To the Junior Class of our Alma Mater, we give and bequeath the honor and distinction of succeeding us as Seniors. We also give them the privilege of occupying the seats on the right side of Room IV. sincerely hoping the “squeak” will be taken out of the desk now occupied by Gertrude Paegel and Marie Shea. A condition of this bequest is that the Juniors obey all laws proclaimed by members of the Faculty. Fourth: We bequeath the members of the remaining classes the permis- sion to present the “Upper Room.” showing the skill and talent of the Seniors of ’26. If necessary we will lend or rent Ethel Mclnnis. the only perfect, modern Saint Peter in existence. Fifth: To the Sophomores we bequeath the right to take up quarters in Room IV. hoping they do not contract the boisterousness which the English teacher claims to exist in said room. Sixth: To the girls who live in North Minneapolis and travel on the Broadway car, we give permission to occupy the seats vacated by the departing Seniors. Seventh: To the Freshman Class we give the right to compete for any and all diamond rings which are given.away by St. Anthony Parish. We also hope they keep up their standard of selling tickets. Lastly: We hereby nominate and appoint the principal of St. Anthony School executor of this, our Last Will and Testament. In Testimony Whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seals, the eleventh day of June, in the year of our Lord. One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty-six. —Tun Class op 1926. This instrument was. on the day and date thereof signed, published and administered by the said testators to be their final Will and Testament, in our presence, who at their request, have inscribed our names hereto as witnesses. Marie Shea, residing at Minneapolis. Page Seventeen Co §?ou M Snterestet) Agnes Arrell. a teacher of the Kindergarten of St. Anthony School, is to give an oration on the Systematic Method of l eaching the aforesaid class. Elvira Brandes is an owner of a charming apartment in Greenwich Village. New York. She has written “The Alma Mater.'' the best seller of today. Another triumph has been her illustrations of Shakespearian characters. Agnes Carline, a Dominican Nun and musical director, is to present a number of her pupils in a recital at the Evanston Auditorium. Mary Casey, a housewife and mother of five is residing in Hamel. Minn. Because of her inability to attend the reunion she has sent as representatives, Ora Rachel and Myra Rebecca, her twin daughters. Lucille Dupont, is the assistant designer in the Kranz Modiste Shoppe, located at Paris. This shop is owned and operated by Marie Kranz. We expect to see the latest models in all wearing apparel. Juanita Gresser is turning the country wild with her speeches for the Labor Party, favoring Henry Ford for President. Mary Hickey, actress of great renown, is a member of the Ziegfield Follies for 1935. Pauline Knotz, it has just been learned, is mistress of a large ranch in Montana. Eleanor Morin with her voice so sweet in Mun Hing's doth she call “Two Chicken Chow.'' Mary Newton and Virgil Snider are successful followers of Frances E. Willard in the Temperance Movement. Ethel Mclnnis is present owner of the exclusive “Make Way Motorcycle Shop on 16th and Hennepin. Gertrude Paegel’s figure is shown on the posters advertising the so-called “Wallace Reducing Bread.'' Leona Poseley can always be seen as the “Hot Dog’’ vender at the Minnesota State Fair. Marie Shea has just been engaged as a High Diver for the World's Fair of 1935. Teresa Tims lives on the royalties received for posing for the picture on the Fairy Soap Box. Genevieve Witt man is in charge of the “Old Man’s Home at Savage. Minn., with our engineer as the permanent inhabitant. GFRTRUDE PAEGEL. ETHEL MC INNIS AND MARIE SHEA. Page Eighteen Class -Propljetp IT IS JUNE and the cherry trees are in blossom. Many flowers arc ready for the Summer Festival, although some of the prettier ones have faded. The boat from the States is to arrive at noon today. Will it bring any news for me? It is Saturday so there is no school to teach. I have finished my work and I am sitting by the window of my room which overlooks the Yalu river. 'I he waters murmur gently as they lap against the limestone bank. The aroma of the cherry blossoms is like the odor of a delicate perfume. A gentle rap at the door awakens me from my reverie. A servant boy is bringing me my lunch. On the tray is a vase of dahlias, whose color could only vie with the richness of the Oriental drapings adorning my room. There are also two letters for me. Knock’ Knock Why who is there?” 1 asked, surprised that anyone should be calling at this time of th day. It is Elvira Brandes. What has she come for? Most likely I will know soon enough. She says she has come in on the noon boat from the States. By a mere accident she had found out before sailing that I was here in Wiju which was her destination. I ordered another lunch to be sent in. While chatting over our tea cups 1 thought of the letters I had received which still remained unopened. T he first one I opened was the announcement of the fifty-third annual commencement of St. Anthony School. Why.” exclaimed Elvira, it is ten long years since we bid our Alma Mater farewell. The other envelope contains a letter from Marie Shea. She has started a kindergarten school in the suburbs of Chicago. She enjoys the work. She says if it had not been for the kind generosity of the kindergarten teacher and the principal of St. Anthony school allowing her to substitute whenever the teacher was ill. she might never have chosen that field. She had gone to the opera the night before and saw Agnes Carline, who having made her grand debut in ”La Bohcmc” in New York, had come to Chicago to give a concert. A clipping from the New York Times, which was enclosed in the letter, hailed her as a coming star of great promise. She was the second girl who had made her grand debut without studying with the European artists. Genevieve Wittman was to arrive in Chicago to spend the week end with her. She had been sent as a delegate to the National Convention in Europe from Milwaukee and was just returning. From Chicago she was going to Milwaukee. After a short visit there, she was to go to California to give a special course in German and Spanish at the University. Our class is certainly scattered.' said Elvira, a few of us must be in every country of the world.” Taking our parasols, for the sun was quite hot. we went out to the garden. The gardener of the house takes great pride and delight in his achievements. In the center of this rainbow plot stands a great fountain which sends its water high into the air only to fall again like a shower of rain. Well. I suppose you would like to know why I am here?” I am rather curious that you should pick this country to come to. My time is up the first of next month, and I shall not be a bit sorry to get back to the good old U. S. A. But tell me why you have come.” To study Chinese art.” replied Elvira, and if I can find enough to write about I would like to write a book.” There is an interesting little art shop down the street.” I said, delighted, yet amazed at this unexpected news. We will go there tomorrow and possibly you might run across something you want.” By this time we had reached a small scat under a cypress tree. Here we sat and chatted till the sun went down and left a robe of purple over the western horizon. While in New York. Elvira said she had met Marie Kranz. Marie was to sail on the Leviathan” for Paris. She had been chosen from among many American girls by a French modiste to be an exclusive designer in her Parisian shop. Marie had come from California. At the Northern border line Mr. and Mrs. K-------C boarded the train. 1 hey were on their honeymoon. They were returning to Montana where her husband was stationed by th-Federal Patrol Board. One of the schools about ten or twelve miles from Minneapolis in the New Brighton vicinity was taught by Ethel Mclnnis. Elvira informed me of this also. Ethel had only to teach in the winter because the pupils left school to help with the seeding at home in the spring. We talked of many things. I told of the doll festival which was to take place in a few days and what a colorful process it would be. It’s almost six o’clock so we have come back to the room to prepare for dinner. It is such a nice evening that Yo Wing So has told us he will serve our dinner in the arbor at the farthest corner of the garden. Page Nineteen ITHCUI.J 13JLM.1.11 M ! 11 ■ 111 ■ 111HAUUAN1 1 1JTI I f'Mill WnTrUTWHTMHU Wc were eating our dessert and talking of the times we had at school and the mischief we would get into when a familiar personage came walking down the steps to the arbor. He was a little over five feet tall, bare headed and a little gray at the temples. “That man looks familiar but 1 cannot place him! I exclaimed. “1 recognize him too. I have seen him. but when was it? Hm-m isn’t that funny, we can’t think?” asked Elvira. He was drawing closer to the arbor which afforded us a better view of his face. Why. Elvira, isn’t that John Gaffney?’’ “What! Oh it can’t be he—not here. What would he come here for? “He's taking the other port—wait I’m going after him.' “Well, don’t be silly.” said Elvira. But I was gone. “Mr. Gaffney. I called. He turned. “Why—y—I know your face, but let me see—sure. I know you. Well, for goodness sake, what are you doing here?” I explained my mission briefly and asked him to come back to the arbor and take tea with Elvira and myself. “What! Is Elvira here, too? She just came in today. I received quite a surprise I must say. Tea was brought. We were both eager for news and hoped that he had some for us. “I have a little news. he said, and began relating to us the story of Minneapolis affairs as he had left them six weeks hence. He said he had worked steady for a number of years and thought he was entitled to a vacation. So for his vacation he was taking a world tour. When he left Minneapolis a new addition was nearly completed to St. Anthony School and a new convent had been built. Upon our questioning him of the other girls of the class. Mr. Gaffney told us Lucille Dupont was traveling the Orpheum Circuit as a very successful clog dancer. Another great surprise for us was the knowledge of Mary Neu,'ton's rise as a promising young lawyer. This was the outcome of the success of her case between the Civil Service Commission and the Street Railway Association. We could not help but comment on her ability to hold such a position. Elvira said. “What would suit her better?” She sure would get enough of arguing now. After Mr. Gaffney's departure I resumed the reading of my letters. Upon further perusal of Marie’s letter we learned that Gertrude Paegal is the History Prof. 3t Chicago University. We noticed that Mr. Gaffney had forgotten some American newspapers which he carried with him. We immediately began to look them over to see if any news interested us. Looking through the Minneapolis Tribune Elvira cries out. “Why there is none other than Virgil Snider's picture and the announcement of her approaching marriage to the son of her employer. Horace Lowry, to whom she was Private Secretary. As I looked through the New York Times. I came upon the name of Mary Shaughncssey. formerly Mary Casey who was recently elected superintendent of a large Settlement House in Colorado. Looking more thoroughly through the paper a headline drew our eye. It announced the Annual Convention of Minnesota Opticians to which Juanita Gresser was a delegate from the Mayo Hospital at Rochester. “Oh! By the way. said Elvira, “do you remember Leona Poseley. She has made a great name for herself and is ‘The Baby Sherlock Holmes’ of our home town. She captured a jewel thief. Taking a short cut from her office to her home she came upon a suspicious looking dog with a tin can tied onto its tail. Relieving the dog of his burden she heard something in the can rattle. Investigating she discovered the missing jewels for which she had been hunting. As a result she received an enormous reward and planned a trip to China to learn the new wrestling tricks. She ought to arrive today, by the way.” “Why. here comes Mr. Gaffney back with another visitor. Well speaking of angels it's none other than Leona, herself. After appeasing her appetite with the remainder of our lunch wc clamored for news. “Well. she began, counting them off on her fingers—there is Mary Hickey. She succeeded Blanche Arrell as head bookkeeper and typist at Carr-Cullcn. and. oh! the ads that the Paduan receives now. Second comes Eleanor Morin: she is main librarian at the University. She is very well liked. You remember how accommodating she was. Last but not least is Agnes Arrell. She has a very important position as French Interpreter at the White House. Theresa Timms. ’26. Marie Shea. 26. Page Twenty HLIM'i I I ■ 11 I ■ I 1 I ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ 111 ) V Ml I I ■-] 11 ■ !! I ■ 11 I ■ H I -■ 111 ■ ITT JDffuutioits Agnes Arrell Fragility Elvira Brandes A Frown Mary Casey Pleasantness Agnes Carline A Smile Lucille Dupont A Grin Juanita Gresser Nerve Mary Hickey Quietness Pauline Knotz Ability Marie Kranz Stylishness Ethel Mclnnis Sportsmanship Eleanor Morin Sedateness Mary Newton Wittiness Gertrude Paegel Bossiness Leona Poseley Temper Marie Shea Frankness Vergil Snider Sauciness Teresa Tims Politeness Genevieve Wittmann Fun £ ur Hitirarp Mother The Directress Damon and Pythias Agnes Arrell and Agnes Carline Henry Esmond Elvira Brandes The Song of the Lark Agnes Carline So Big Mary Casey Little French Girl Lucille Dupont Freckles Juanita Gresser A Pair of Blue Eyes Mary Hickey Vanity Fair Marie Kranz Outdoor Girls at Home Pauline Knotz and Leona Poseley Red Peppers....... ...............Ethel Mclnnis and Genevieve Wittmann The White Sister Eleanor Morin The Luck of the Irish Mary Newton Scare-us-much Gertrude Paegel The Little Minister Marie Shea Little Anne Rooney Vergil Snider Her Father's Daughter Teresa Tims Little Women Freshies Certain People of Importance Seniors Revised Edition of Etiquette Chemistry I eacher Adventures in Contentment English Teacher Who's Who Mrs. MacDonald Old Curiosity Shop Our Library The Forbidden Trail ......... - Down the Front Stairs Treasure Island Our Lunch Room The Aeneid Latin Teacher Page Twenty-one tTlTJI f I ■ III '■ n I ■ I 11 ■ 111 ■ 111 PA1J L JA N I'TI ■ I 11 ■ III M l i irnrTi ■ 11 n sseniors in e ong Agnes had a French Book, a French Book: Agnes had a French Book in her hand! Agnes lived with questions she could never understand. Agnes Arrell Drove she ducklings to the water Every morning just at nine: Stubbed her toe upon a splinter. Fell into the foaming brine. Elvira llrandcs Five fool two. eyes of blue. But. oh! What she can do! H2S anybody seen her get ads? Agnes ('arlitic Giggling here and there. Giggling everywhere. So childlike. Lucille Dupont Nita. Juanita. I still hear you calling Francois to your aid. Juanita Grosser If her eyes are blue as skies. That s Mary Hickey. If she's smiling so beguiling. That's Mary Hickey. Mary Hickey I wanna go where you go. Do what you do. Smile when you smile. Then I'll be happy. Pauline Knot Who stole my fun away? Who makes me work all day? No one but you—Mrs. MacDonald. Marie Kranz I live over the viaduct. Down by Stinson Boulevard. Every night I go cycling Down, down, down past town. Ethel Mclnnis Good mornin.' the bees are hummin’! Mornin.’ Eleanor's cornin'! She'll be in Corcoran in the mornin’. Eleanor Morin Page Twenty-two ■ 111■ i-11 wn i ■ m-mrn-m mum nuatjtti m i r ■ m■ 1 ri■ iiimum I miss my car, My street-car misses me. Mary Newton Brown eyes look up and smile. Smiling is always in style. Brown eyes, you know it's true. Brown eyes should never be blue. Leuna Poscley Can she make apfel kuchen ? Yes. she can make apfel kuchen. That Gertie Paegel of ours. Gertrude Pacgcl When two eyes of blue Come smiling through at you. Marie Shea “Show me the way to go home, You can always hear her singing this song: Each morning mounting the school steps, Show me the way to go home. Vergil Snider Teresa, is there anyone finer? In the school of St. Anthony. And if you know her. show her to us. Teresa Tim O Genevieve! Sweet Genevieve! Thy glance is of the starry see That falls along Milwaukee. Genevieve Wittmann Pag Twfnty-lhret I Junior OFFICERS Charlotte Tonry Mary O’Connell Jane Adamson Margaret Kierce President - Vice President Secretary Treasurer Class of ’27 Dorothy Dugan is graceful and tall. Jane Adamson is sweet and small. Johanna Collins is wise indeed. Winnefred O'Reilly cute s can be. Bernice Brombach has flashing eyes. Mary Howlcy is gentle and mild. Eileen Healey is witty I know. But it takes Evelyn Rivers to reach high “Do. Harriet Shaughnessy. happy and gay. She laughs and sings the live long day. Helen Collins, a friend in need. Charlotte Tonry is jolly indeed. Rose Rapacz's hair has many a wave. Mary O Conncl just can't behave. Veronica Barrett is quiet and sedate. Evelyn Emond comes in late. Berncdette Traun has an original call. Elvira Newman accommodates all. Montana Tong has a hearty laugh. Veda Akin doesn't do things by half. Marie Dudek smiles all day. Margaret Kierce has her own way. So this is the Class of ’27. Considering them all you can’t find better. Vkda Akin, 'll. Page Twenty-four gI) |■ 11 !'■ 111 ■ i n ■ 11 rini ■ 11j ni 11 ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ in a i n ■!n■ itt-j optjomorcs' OFFICERS Dorothy Myers Susanne Keller Minnie Thomas Marion Moses President Vice President Secretary T reasurer tongue tCtoistcrs The Sophs We are the Sophs, that go in flocks With our smocks and bright silk socks. The door of Saint Anthony never locks Out the Sophs with their smocks and socks. We are jeered at with knocks and mocks. And the Soph with her smock always walks With her pals in flocks not like the fox. We are the Sophs that go in flocks. —Agnes Hickey. '28. Page Twenty. 1111 Ti'i m i ■ 111 tttb 111 ■ 11 i-hattttantti ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ iTi irrTfTTri'im .Ifresfjmen OFFICERS Tccla Lind - Marie Newman Mary Wagner - - - Secretary and Treasurer € ur Class On September 5. 1925. there assembled in an upper room of the St. Anthony of Padua High School thirty-seven girls. These girls had come from all corners of the city. Seventeen other grade schools of the city were represented in the group, besides there were present girls from three other states. North Dakota sent two: New York and Massachusetts each sent one. also St. Boniface. Minnesota, sent one. Eleven were graduates of the St. Anthony eighth grade, and their smiling faces and courteous welcome soon set all the girls at ease. As time went on it was discovered that there was much talent in the little group, and that their teachers predict for them a brilliant future. We number thirty-seven— This talented freshman class. And we're loyal to St. Anthony's Down to the smallest lass. MARGARET ST. JACQUE. Page Twenty-six mum UTHAUUANI 11 mi ii Page Twenty-seven 31 Bequest i. Tell me the secret, oh Liseaux— Tell me the secret of your soil. I am a gard’ner and would grow A Little Flower —for that I toil. Yet failure always comes to me However diligent I be. II. And so. Liseaux. again I plead With you for help: alone you know The secret of the things I need To make a Little Flower grow. Reveal your hidden alchemy T hat I may speak of victory. —A Client of The Little Flower.” Page Twenty-eight TIIBLl 1 a 1ITBTI I ■ I 1 1 ■ 111 ■ 11 f'PAULIA NfTI ■ I I I ■ 111 ■lITBTTnriTI ■ FTTl £ ur patroness ST. THERESE is still the patroness of our classes in Christian Doctrine. We have placed ourselves under her special protection and in some small way we try to practice her beautiful virtues. To us she is very real. She moves among us. a living presence, smiling with us in all our joys and consoling us in our disappointments. During this past year we have had many masses said at her national shrine. Projects we wished to succeed we placed in her hands. She has never been trusted in vain. May seventeenth, the day of her canonization, we keep as a very special feast day. On that day we pledge ourselves to do all in our power to follow her little way. “It is the way of Spiritual Childhood. The way of Trust and Absolute Self-Surrender. £i)ougf)t From the earliest dawn of reason there is found within the human heart a craving for something that nothing in the visible world can satisfy. We have all found this true. The little child experiences the beginnings of this law from the time reason becomes a part of his heritage. Poets love to speculate about this awakening consciousness. The questions: Who m-de me? Why am I here? Where am I going when I die? Who made all these things. arc familiar to each and every one. We all pass through this stage of growth. We have all in our soul's innermost life come in contact with. “A Presence which is not to be put by” and although “Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight. And custom lie upon thee with a weight. Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! yet there persists throughout all our days that craving for our soul s perfect satisfaction. We need no argument to prove this. We have found it is far more real to us than the air we breathe. It has not been the experience of our age—a class in society nor a group of individuals of a certain temperament.—no. the experience we have been speaking of is a uni. vcrsal experience. To the little children who have been fortunate enough to attend our Catholic Schools these questions have been given a satisfactory answer. In their first years in our schools our children arc given the sublime answers to questions which have sprung into being with their awakening use of reason. They then go their way in peace. To the little children who have gone into other schools not Catholic.—what answer is given? How sad must thev find it to go through life laden with doubts concerning that which is above all things precious in their days. How tragic to be taught an ever shifting answer— an answer which breeds doubts and despair! However to the child who has been given a knowledge of Christ there comes with that knowledge a friendship which molds and shapes his little life. He becomes familiar with the words of Christ, the ideals of Christ and if he be true to these ideals he becomes Christlikc. To such a one life has given its best. All things become clothed with an eternal meaning. Joy becomes a part of His joy: sorrow becomes a part of His sorrow, and with faith he looks through death to see the true meaning of life. Realizing these truths who would wish to be responsible for a Catholic child in a school where Christ's presence must be barred? Mary Cathfrine O'Connell. '27. Page Twenty nine BinBuianjMiiiaiiiBi' i MiID- ijlja nji i !'■ 111 ■ 111 bi 11 ■ i iTTmrnn ©lb anb iictu jFrance I WAN I to speak to you of France, the power, the charm of France. France in the Old World, but particularly France here in our Northwest. It is necessary to understand the past so as to understand the present. Tonight I ask you to come with me. in spirit to a vantage point, from where we will sec France relive some of her days. In the tenth century ravaging barbarians. Northmen, sweep down upon her. They find her not strongly centralized. They will wipe her off the map. Do they? No. they settle in what we today speak of as fair Normandy of the Northmen. Charmed, these wild and barbarous men became, in one hundred years, eager to conquer England. For themselves? No. for France! William the Conqueror, in ten sixty-six. more French than the French, swept England into the arms of France. England! What did she do? She became for years French. Even today, her language, her literature, her architecture and her art. you and I know still show French influence. Sweeping aside six centuries, we find France no longer just a charming mistress of the continent. We find her the first nation of Europe, with a population three times that of England, with an army larger than that of Rome at the height of her imperial power. In her art and education, in manners and in fashions. France also dominated Europe. She was the dictator of social tastes, as well as the grim warrior among the nations. She became both the heart and head of Europe. Prestige, power, of France, to what sources shall we trace you! Historians will answer. France in the seventeenth century possessed four sources of power: namely, rare geographical advantages: racial qualities of a high order: a strong centralized scheme of government: and a militant church. We grant this true, yet we know that a nation is great only because of its people. Therefore, we ask. France in this golden age. what names have you inscribed on the pages of your history? We hear her answer. “In the old world, in France of the continent: Louis the Fourteenth, the grand monarch, he who made the French court the model and the despair of all. he who made Paris a center of learning: Colbert, the great financier to whom France still looks back with gratitude: Moliere. the pride of the history of the French drama: Page Thirty m ■ rn ■ m ■ n i ■ ! ri ■ 111 ■ i. rwAP-LTAMn i ■ 111 ■ i n m i ■ i ii imimi Racine, the master of tragic poetry: and Madame de Sevigne'. whose letters arc even today inimitable models in prose. And now from this panoramic view, we pause to admire Prance.—Prance who could rise to meet the barbarian Northmen, charm him quiet, absorb him. and send him conquering England —not for himself but for her: France the first kingdom of Europe who rose from feudal chaos to orderly nationalism: Prance who led the world in the fine arts. Here I have given you in France of the old world the background ol the New France.—the France of which our own Northwest was a vital part. New France! What memories the word brings! Cartier a voyageur of Britanny. early in the sixteenth century, planted the first symbol of Bourbon domain in the new land. This crude wooden cross on the banks of the Saint Laurence was destined to be the seed of countless wooden crosses borne through the wilderness of the Great Lake region on and down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Pages of history of New France we turn to you tonight and read the names you wished to honor. Frontenac blazed a tale of governship: first a failure: dismissal by the grand monarch: a recall after seven years in obscurity to be hailed Redcmptor Patriae on his return: and the prestige of Old France firmly replanted by that hand in the New World. Nicolct of Normandy, a boy of twenty, traveled the wilds of Green Bay. the Fox River and the Wisconsin Portage. An explorer indeed: DcLhut of St. Germaine carried the fleur-de-lis to our very door.— Duluth. La Salle to whom more than to anyone else of his time. Old France could justly thank for her hold upon the regions of the West. La Salle, to whom we owe an enduring memory, for in this strong man we see the pioneer who guided us to the possessions of our richest heritage. Ah! first sons of New France born of the crusaders of Old France:—Radis-son. Grasellers. Joliet. LeSuer Verendrye. to you and all your companions on the pages of history we hail fare! And now last of all. gentle Blackrobes! Allouez. you a son of Old France, the first missionary to penetrate into the western Lake Superior region, a man who carried the richest heritage of the Old World to over twenty thousand roaming savages. Father Marquette, you of whom the 'Centennial History of Illinois'' pays the tribute.—“Through all privations he maintained the gentle and joyous spirit characteristic of him. His missionary journey and death is one of peace, hope, and love, undisturbed by any sordid touch of business. Marquette, you to whom Folwell. in his history of Minnesota, pays tribute. A devoted missionary—a true explorer!” Father Hennepin, you walked our very streets, a captive of the Sioux: you the first white man. to gaze upon our lovely falls named by you Saint Anthony of Padua.—you who carried the grand old faith of France here in our very midst—you who brought our Eucharistic Lord here to us. And you. Father John DeSmet. who from Belgium a near neighbor of France, caught the spark she gave of her fire burning through the centuries.— you who later carried her faith through the Rockies. You who later passed that torch across to those who bore it to the great silent places, where today our Great Northern trails through Glacier. Spokane, down the Columbia past Wishram, Foot Clatsop, to very waters of the Pacific—Gentle Blackrobes. Priests of our Sacramental Lord, we salute you! Yes. and to all names written on the pages of the history of both Old and New France; names stamped by the grand old personality and charm of the ninth century, we recognize your influence and to your faith and ideals we pay tribute. New France, you of which we are a vital part, we salute. Page Thirty-one ■ ■■I ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■iSKWlMlgW ■■■■ HM—M ■■■■ But pages of history, you have not all! To the unknown soldier. Old France and New France you have paid honor. Why have you forgotten the unknown missionary, the unknown laborer who carried your torch? New France you were the child of missionary fervor. Why have you forgotten? Was there not one who in the wilderness of New France—perchance here on the very spot where this building stands tonight, a young man in the hey-dav of his youth who sat at eve with no other companion save the savage red —no music, save the cry of wild beast.—in privations, hardships. Perchance he visioned his home a poplared road—the salt sweet air. little white houses nestling in the tall trees green and silver, a curve of a cobblestone road with the old white washed wall, a peasant mother clattering in sabots—Home! that mother! All washed in Norman sunshine! Tonight you and I reap a civilization made possible only because of a background rich in glory—richer in suffering.—a background of the Old World and the New. Yes. he who in utter loneliness visioned that home, that peasant mother, came with the heart of a seraph, with reverend hands carrying to you and to me our F.ucharistic Lord. He trod a forest path marked by foot prints stained red. History has not his name on her pages, but to him and to his countless forgotten missionary companions this night we pay a tardy tribute. Gentle Blackrobes—all followers of the Great Master—spiritual builders of a great nation—we honor you. Mary Catherine O'Connell, '27. Society of tlje ZDibinc tKHorti, tTfcIjnp, Illinois Mission Department. May 5. 1926. St. Anthony’s School Minneapolis. Minn. Dear Sisters and Friends: Your welcome shipment of tinfoil was received, for which we extend to you our most sincere and cordial thanks. We certainly appreciate all you have done to help spread God's Kingdom on earth and we in turn assure you of a remembrance in our prayers. Enclosed please find some pamphlets which we hope will be of interest to you. We are certain you will continue to co-operate with us in the great cause of the missions. Thanking you again for your charity, and recommending to your good prayers our missionaries. We remain, with best wishes. Sincerely yours in Christ. SOCIETY OF THE DIVINE WORD. REV. AUG. J. FREITAG. S. V. D.. Manager Mission Department. Poye Thirty-two c (editorial taff Editor-in-Chief Genevieve Wittmann ASSOCIATE EDITORS Seniors Juanita Gresser. Agnes Carlinc Juniors Veda Akin. Bernadette Traun Sophomores Agnes Ellis. Bernice McConville Freshmen Sylvia Chapman. Margaret St. Jacque Advertising Managers—Agnes Carline. Agnes Arrell. Johanna Collins. Ethel Mclnnis. Teresa Timms Business Manager Juanita Gresser Editor of Dramatic Art Mary Catherine O'Connell Art Editors ......... Elvira Brandes. Dorothy Duggan Associate Art Editors—Marie Shea. Leona Poseley. Pauline Knotz. Gertrude Paegel. Jane Adamson. Margaret Kierce. Winifred O'Reilly. Lucile Norton Page Thirty-three ■ n I ■ I I 1 ■ 11 I ■ 1 n Bill Bill MAI JUANI I I ■! II ■ 111 ■ 11 !■ I ! I ■ I 11 ■ I M Ciceronis £s ocietas Motto—“Ut Sementem Fcccris Ita Metes” President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Genevieve Wittmann Bernice Brombach Agnes Carlinc Marie Shea iJigljt in Cartfjagc Night descends, and weary bodies rest in sleep— Peace is o'er the land and raging waters deep, Whilst stars along their beaten path. Shine on the fields in dewy bath. Ere the gleaners reap. The flocks and gay-plumaged birds their nestling warm. Giant trees, still lakes take on new wondrous charm. The thorny bush hath sheathed its spear— Jove’s over all—there’s naught to fear. In Morpheus' arms. JUANITA GRESSER. ’26. P'ogt Thirty-four |llfl I I ■ll-LMli-1 111 ■ 111 HUE Xmi Catin Where did it get a reputation. Why does it meet with accusation. Why do we hear an exclamation. That it survives us all? Away far back into the ages— Into the time of kings and pages— Into the days of Knights and sages— Before great Rome did fall. There was many a Latin tract By ancient customs held intact. By covenants and social pact. Before the Vandals brawl. Although your glories now are past. Your fame has weathered every blast And still in school we hold you fast. Oh. Latin, to you for life we’re wed. ELEANOR MORIN. JUANITA GRESSER. Co Virgil I have traveled in realms of gold with you Great Vergil and oft you have enchanted me With your tales of conquest and mystery. Of Aeneas’s hardships and Dido's too. Of the Sibyl and Harpies not a few. And of Venus’s plan that was such a mistake. And the storms on the sea when the clouds did break What exciting adventures you lead us through. At what a loss this world should be If you had not told us your wonderful tales. And your golden phrases it seems to me Have been read and sung in numberless dales: None other than you could portray such a sea When the wild floods fled in the teeth of the gales. PAULINE KNOTZ. ’26. We’ve read it in the Code Justinian: We’ve heard it on the Way Flaminian: From Arab lands up to Ruthcnian Was heard its trumpet call. Here the language was prevailing. And love and favor was entailing. While Greece her losses was bewailing For no more her songs would spread. Thus the Latin language grew. To take a hold on life anew. To bring on nations poignant rue. Tho' now a language dead. Co Virgil (The Storm at Sea) I’ve heard pole thunder unto pole: I’ve seen Dark night press close upon the sea: before My eyes the waves have yawned: the tempest's roar Has struck the stars, and men and ships between The mighty floods were tossed. No man I ween Survived. The sands and sea together raged And still, the lightning's vivid fire presaged The end of all—the end it could but mean. You ask when I have ever been to sea You did not know I e'er e'en saw sea-foam Ah. now I must ask you to pardon me For I have never been away from home But with great Virgil I did spend, you see. A year: I ask. what need have I to roam?’’ I. EON A POSELEY. Pagt Thirty-fit-r paduani'1 iM'iiiJiJiiinrriii iiiiBiTni Co Cicero For weeks we’ve studied you both day and night Forgotten play, turned off our radios Burned low the midnight oil. until we dose And dream of you. great man. till morning light We’re givin' up hikes and tried with all our might To shun our friends and to forget the shows. We labored late and with the dawn we rose; And close of day found us exhausted quite. But now we wonder, was it worth our while To sacrifice all games and pleasures for A taste of the great Ciceronean style; It cost us sleepless nights, and even more. We’ve lost our sense of fun; consider vile. All books that deal not with pure classic lore. Agnes Carline. ’26. SI bonnet to Cicero Oh Cicero, incarnate eloquence! Oh orator, unequalled through all time! Of you we’d sing had we the gift of rhyme: And thus perhaps return some recompense For all the joy you give to us. Our sense Of beauty thrills as we read, each phrase sublime Your works withstand the ravages of time And e’er reveals, your keen intelligence. Yet though great praise we now bestow on you. We know you are accused of vanity: You loved to shine: You dreamed all plaudits To you alone: We know you loved to be Could equal you in self complacency. The center of all things; there's been but few due Veronica Barrett Bernice Brombach Johanna Collins. Page Thirty-six ■ 1 II ■ i f 1 ■! 1 I ■ I I 1 ■ mBMIBIIlT AUlJANI I I if 1 11 ■ ITI ■ 11 f ■■■■ ma ■■■ opf)omores in Gallic Winxi MANY people seem io have the idea that Caesar's followers were greatly attached to him. When we joined this great leader's forces last September, our thoughts were far from affectionate. Several of us thought somewhat of putting a guard to ourselves in flight, because somewhere we had heard that many young people die yearly in the Gallic Wars. However, placing all hope of success in valor, we began our campaign. We were forced to join the pedestrian troops, as ponies were not allowed in the army. Some though, being greatly attached to their little ponies, succeeded at times in bringing them to the scene of action. Needless to say. they were soon detected by the commander, and the little beasts sent to the decumana porta, much to the confusion of their owners. In our first campaign, which was against the Helvetians, we were almost overcome by the volley of Albative Absolutes hurled at us. These were a kind of pointed weapon, which held such terror for a certain timorous young soldier, that she almost attempted to follow the example of Orgetorix and mortuus est (or is it mortua est?). The march north against Ariovistus was quite the worst of anything we encountered during the entire year. We grew pale when a barrage of Indirect Discourse whizzed past our ears. Our recovery from this furious attack was slow, and not withstanding the vigilance of the commander. the poor ponies were so worn out they had dog cars. The chief missiles used in the war with the Belgian tribes were the deadly Subjunctives which many of us succeeded very well in dodging and sometimes catching. Also, the Belgians loaded their catapulta with Gerundives and Pcriphrastics—truly nerve-wrecking weapons. The commander seemed to have the peculiar idea that when one was hit once or twice, or three times at most, she was invulnerable. We may have thought this at first, but our minds were soon changed by the enemy. The Ncrvii had so much of their namesake, they all but annihilated us. We’d resemble the Seven Plow Oxen in speed compared to that tribe. The Vcneti and Venelli were conquered next. The former knew that Time and Tide wait for no man so they waited for Time and Tide. The fleet built on the Loire was strongly equipped with Ablatives, which proved very effective. We stood with Caesar on the hills and witnessed the naval battle and the surrender of the Veneti. The tribes in Aquitania were such good miners we had to dig long holes in order to conquer them. We met several Indirect Questions and Temporal Clauses in the tunnels, but these were speedily done away with. The Aquitanians soon gave up. Probably it was because they knew we were accustomed to being in the hole. After these skirmishes we journeyed North. When we reached the Rhine. Caesar proposed to bridge it. and we all joined in and built the bridge. It was a risky piece of work and some of us missed falling into the water only by a scsquipedalia. Then we crossed the channel to stir up Britain. A wide stretch of water lay between Britain and Ireland. As Caesar did not propose to Bridget here, as he did at the Rhine, we did not get into Ireland. A few more decisive battles ended our campaign. As the brain supply was almost exhausted. we decided to go into summer quarters. The report of the Gallic Wars is as follows: Out of thirty-three who went into the war. twenty-eight survived. The remaining ones were cither lost on the way, or sold in slavery to a summer school teacher of Caesar. We didn't do so badly after all. Indeed, we dare say that not one of us shall ever forget, even if we try. that Gallia est omnis divisa in partes ires. Minnie Thomas. Principita. BeRTII.LE Gordon. Tribuna. Pane Thirty-seven JflebgdtngS We arc the class of twenty-nine: And we have studied all the year: Now that we know our Latin fine. Come give us an attentive ear. While we decline and conjugate Our nouns and verbs, and thus show you That what herewith, we shall relate To us is nothing new. A Latin lesson let's begin. And cases five point out to you Wc know a lot and hope to win Approval, which wc think is due. We d tell you all. had we but time. And if we thought you'd care to hear. But it's so hard to write in rhyme We ll finish this, perhaps, next year. The Class of 29. £ tir Class F;rom all corners of the citv We gathered here one day We were welcomed by eleven Who helped to light the way. We came from North Dakota New York and Boston too. From small towns in Minnesota There gathered quite a few. Among us there are artists Of both voice and hand And there are those who’d take a prize On any speaker's stand. Some five or six can dance On ball-room floor or stage And one who plays the piano Is remarkable for her age. One really truly author From out the West there came The world will yet applaud her art And Margaret is her name. The Class of 29. Page Thirty-eight £ tir Hitanp Mother Mary. help, that we. Who call ourselves the Marys three. And join with us our two Maries— May mold our lives like unto thee. In truth and sweet humility. Holy Agnes, pray that we. Both Agnes A. and Agnes C. May follow thee in sweet accord In all the precepts of the Lord. And with His lambs still numbered be. St. Helen, who in days of yore Found the true cross we all adore And Lucy, thou most holy child Inspire us with thy virtues mild— Thus pray Lucille and Eleanor. Holy Leo. John, and Paul Guard us with your valor true. Keep us from dangers yet unseen. Guide us three, our whole lives through. Leona. Juanita, and Pauline. Great Sts. Theresa dear to Spain And Genevieve to France most dear. Please help us both God's heaven to gain. We pray that never your hearts may grieve Over Theresa T. or Genevieve. Dear Saints Alvirdith to whom they say All pious Spanish maidens pray And Ethcldreda. saintly queen— That you may ever for us care. Of Elvira and Ethel is the prayer. The Class of '26. Page Thirty-nine DIJII'J 1 ■ 111 Mil 1..MJ II ■ 111 ■ 1 l.D AL LJ A NIT 1 M1 M ■ 1111TTT1 'fl MWTTT “flfbe kiss of tbe Sun for parbon ZCbc song of tbc Birbs for mirtb ©ne is nearer (Sob’s heart in a garbcn ftban an place else on eartb” a§� gg Page Forty piMBinfrin MJ.il ■ 1 I I ■ II 1 MIUPADlj mmi I I ■ I I I ■ 1 11 ■TTV 111 “Hook Cljrougl) Mature, up to Nature’s £ otj” —is the keynote of the work done in St. Anthony High School Botany. We use Bergen and Caldwell s Practical Lessons in Botany as we use Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary. The great out of doors we explore. Truths we have vaguely heard for many years. Beauty we have passed and never seen,—we aim to visionize and to better understand. The Creator’s own text we aim to read in His own library. The plant world apart from its natural setting we consider but briefly, f ield trips where the Divine teacher performs His own experiments form the greater part of our laboratory work. Green Houses. Flower Shops. Nurseries, and Parks we leisurely wander through so as to better get a true vision of the Plant World. The results of all our findings we use for our own Botany Garden. SPRING When the world is a shimmer of blue and gold finds us out of doors working in our small plot of ground on the school campus. And i'Long grey days with the lisping sound of rain are spent in a cozy class room library with our own volumes:— Our Trees and How to Know Them Arthur 1. Emerson and Clarence M. Weed. J. B. Lippincott Company. Wild Flower Families—Clarence M. Weed. J. B. Lippincott Co. Birds in Their Relation to Man—Clarence M. Weed. J. B. Lippincott Co. Handbook of Nature Study—A. B. Comstock. Comstock Publishing Co.. Ithaca. New York. Flowers and Their Friends—Margaret W. Morley. Ginn and Company. Field Book of American Wild Flowers—F. Schuyler Mathews. G. P. Putnam s Sons. New York. Our Native Trees—Harriet L. Keeler. Charles Scribner's Sons. The Tree Book—Inez. McFee. Frederick A. Stokes Co. Wild Flowers Every Child Should Know—Frederick W. Stock. Grosset and Dunlap. Useful Plants Every Child Should Know—Julia Ellen Rogers. Grosset and Dunlap. Trees Every Child Should Know—Julia Ellen Rogers. Grosset and Dunlap. General Science—Caldwell and Eikenbcrry. Ginn and Company. First Studies of Plant Life—G. Atkinson. Ginn and Company. Magazines—Better Homes and Garden. Houses and Garden. Nature Magazines. Page Forty-one ■ II1BIII Bill MlllMJ □ ■ II1 ■HTE IN our study of flowers we turn to St. Therese. the patroness of our Botany Club. No poet of our modern age more sincerely loved flowers. To no botanist were flowers more precious. All the beauties of nature were a part of her gentle days. In recalling her childhood, she wrote: “I loved to gather autumn leaves: And when the moss a carpet weaves. How oft from mongst the vines, my hand receives. A butterfly, so light of wing.— Fair thing. + I loved the glow-worm on the sod: The countless stars so near to God. But most I loved the beauteous moon endowed With shining disk of silver bright. At night.' Is it not natural that we should choose St. Therese as our patroness? npHE entire high school body took an active part in Arbor Day celebration this year. Early in the morning, the Botany class prepared the ground for planting. The class had made the day a day not only for trees but for vines and shrubs. Honeysuckle, Bridal Wreath. Engleman’s Ivy. Grapevines. Oriental Poppy Roots, Perennial Larkspur and many other smaller plants found themselves ready for planting. Marian Sandifur. '24, sent to the Botany Club a lovely tree for the garden. Ruth Cloutier, '25, and Bernice Nary, ’24. sent word to count on them for a tree. During the last two periods the entire school body assembled to plant the following: a weeping birch, two Lombardy pop- lars. two Wisconsin weeping willows, a mountain ash. a cut leaf maple and a silver maple. The children of the grade school spoke and sang selections in keeping with the spirit of the day. The high school students who had studied Botany during their work at St. Anthony, sang Joyce Kilmer's Trees and Shakespeare's Under the Greemvood Tree. Sylvia Chapman. '29. Page Forty-two mi ■■■■ ■■■■ mi ■■■■ ■■■■ miaaimf igiin mi mi ■■■■ ■■■■ mi mi EUGENE SMITH AGED TEN YEARS. WAS DROWNED IN THE MISSISSIPPI. JULY l t. 1925. IN A VAIN ATTEMPT TO SAVE THE LIFE OF HIS LITTLE COMPANION. 3n Jfflemortam Shall wc mourn you. little Eugene. Sinking neath the chilling wave? Shall we grieve that of our number. One now fills a hero’s grave? “Greater love. thus spoke the Master. “No man hath.” His words are true; To save your friend you gave your utmost. Then laurels we now bring to you. Longer years could bring no honor. Greater than which you have won. Perfect was your conduct always. Faithful pupil—loving son. I age Forty-three UITIII ■ 11 I ■ I I I ■ I I I ■lllBlllMAIJtJANTfTWTHBIIlBM I Bill TIHIH'I REV. JAMES M. GILLIS in his lecture on Conservatism and the Modern Spirit at the University of Minnesota, summed up the great topic by the .following remarks: I am glad. he said, to have lived at this present period of time. It is a period of great scientific research and knowledge. Recreating the world physically. intellectually and probably morally, science is really a revelation of God. To find fault with human knowledge derived thus, is to find fault with God. However. Rev. Gillis continued, there are two great flaws in the modern civilization of America. The first is that of extreme radicalism. There is too great a tendency toward unregulated, unbalanced radicalism. There is enough of this element now in the world to destroy our institutions, if it is not balanced with conservatism. The universe is meant to be fairly conservative, not stagnant, but consisting of enough to balance radicalism. We must all do our part to maintain moral and intellectual balance. The church must take the initiative: it must not stagger in this matter. The second great fault in modern civilization is that of speed. The olden days of oxcarts and schooners are despised and the days of locomotives and automobiles are taking their places. Speed is sometimes confounded with progress. Progress when hastened will cause sure destruction. When the Roman Empire fell it was the conservative institutions, the church that patched it up. When terror reigned in France, who helped to set things right? This same organization, the church. Don't be all radical or all conservative. the editor of the Catholic World concluded. Don’t be eager to embrace every new idea, don’t have contempt for things fifteen years old because they are fifteen years old. Study new problems, but don’t forget the old ones. Now. don’t think you know quite everything at twenty-two: you won’t know half of it at fifty, neither will you at seventy-five. Eleanor Morin, '26. Pagt Forty-four hllll-Lli h.l.J-1 i-JIlB i II ■ 111J-L1 li- ALJn A NI I I ■ I I 1 ■ 111 ■ 11 I ■ 1 11T11 ■ 1 I I ■ £ omc Sntfregting Jfatts about immigration THE voluntary immigration of aliens into the United States has played an important part in our Country's greatness. In early years the best of every country came here, but recent immigration has been of a different sort. European Governments took advantage of our open door policy and sent people of undesirable character here, until the United States had to change this open door policy to one decidedly restrictive and immigration has become one of the big questions before our country today. From the Rcvoluntionary War until the War of 1812. there was considerable immigration but it was not recorded. In March. 1819. Federal Legislation was enacted which regulated ship-transportation of immigrants and provided for recording the age, sex. number and occupation of immigrants. So we have a correct record from that time on. These early immigrants were sturdy and industrious and they became permanent residents. Before 1820. immigration was largely from England. These people settled in Massachusetts and other New England states. About 1 820. immigrants began to arrive from other countries. The movement at first was chiefly from Ireland and Germany. This wave of immigration was traceable to the potato famine in Ireland and the Revolution in Germany. Every year immigration increased. In 1854 four hundred thousand people came to the United States. All through the fifties immigration was large. These races of Celtic and Teutonic origin played an important part in developing our country's resources and when called on in time of our country's need proved gallant soldiers. The Chinese began coming to California in the early fifties. At first they were welcome but when their competition began to be felt (they worked for small wages) restriction was demanded. In 1855. a tax of $55 was imposed on every Chinese immigrant, and in 1 858. Chinese were barred from entering certain states. Chinese Coolies had been imported to help build the Union Pacific Railroad. After the road was completed, thousands of Americans were out of work and they became angered at the Chinese. So in 1882. Congress forbade Chinese Coolies to immigrate here for ten years. This law has been renewed from time to time. The Japanese came in large numbers in the later nineties. Hostility was shown towards them also. An arrangement was finally made with Japan called The Gentleman’s Agreement. by which Japanese workmen arc prevented by Japan from coming here. Congress passed the literacy test in 1910. but it was vetoed by President Taft. About 1912 native American Wage-earners were disappearing. The races of Southern and Eastern Europe had taken their places. Only one-fifth of the workers in mines were Americans. These races brought low standards of living. They would work overtime and for cheap wages. In 1917. the literacy test was adopted over President Wilson s veto. This barred all aliens over 16 who are physically capable of reading, who cannot read the English language, or some other language or dialect. But the law permits foreigners who arc seeking refuge from religious or political persecution to enter. The latest immigration arrangement bars people from Persia. Asia and other Eastern countries It also prohibits criminals, diseased persons, insane people, idiots, and people of immoral character from entering the United States. After all these are barred. 2 per cent of the number of foreign born persons of any nationality residing in the United States in 1890 will be admitted each year. This law reduces the number of admissables to 162.000 a year. The law also provides that after July 1st. 1927. only 150.000 people may enter each year. Visitors, teachers. or those having a profession arc also admitted, even after the quota is filled. 'I he only Chinese allowed to enter are students, merchants and manufacturers. Under this immigration arrangement, about 75 per cent of our immigrants arc from Norway. Sweden and Denmark. At present we are hearing a great deal about the superiority of these races, of the so-called Nordic Immigrant. Articles in various magazines and newspapers have called attention to the fact that these people assimilate best with Americans. These articles would have us believe that almost the only desirable immigration is from these countries. This is really propaganda. It is difficult for us who are non-Nordic stock to sec this superiority. In fact we neither see nor recognize it. nor are we willing to support an immigration policy which legislates in favor of these nations. The assimilation of immigrants depends more upon private efforts than on legislation. The conduct of Americans in the district where the immigrant is living will do more for him than the government can. The citizens can open school buildings for immigrants instead oi urging the government to pass literacy laws. Public buildings could be used where immigrants could be instructed in the fundamentals of citizenship. After all. part of the solution of the immigration question is an individual affair. Every person who comes in contact with ar. immigrant can do his share in solving the immigration question by his attitude toward the for eigner—and by his example, the most potent of all. he teaches the foreigner to love and support our Flag. MARY HlCKF.Y. '26. Page Forty-five ■inam ■mu 11 ■ 111■miiirHAUiJANi 11miiiBiiiiiiiBTii'Mririrnf Erue Our Modern History class is small But every one tries hard to learn The different men and wars in turn. Each girl recites at the first call And does not hesitate at all. Because her credit she must earn. Our Modern History Class. If we did step into the hall. Or hesitate at our turn Our credit then we would not earn. Like Humpty Dumpty we would fall. Our Modern History Class. EVELYN RIVERS, '27. Ancient Antics When you study Ancient Hist'ry, As you're quite sure to do some day. You will learn all bout the battles. And the lives that were ta'en for pay. Now. Caesar wanted to build Rome. And its great beauty to restore. Virgil and Cicero wrote books. But Plutarch wrote so many more. You’ll study bout Ancient cities. That were dug up so long ago. Of men that lived in bygone days: Of the enemy, friend and foe. They do not fight for a city. They do not even fight for fame. But these able, ready leaders Ne'er have they ever fought in vain. You will live through all the battles. A great many new things you’ll learn. Best of all is your notebook small. For which some day we re told we ll yearn. Agnes Hickey. ’28. Page Forty-six FVMJLJA NTT1.M 111 ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ TU'll'l 1.HUM iflonologue ANCIENT History and Geometry are both ancient subjects. History is a record of human progress. It began even before the stone age and has continued up through all of the ages. It has now reached the Reckless Age. The way things have improved since the stone age proves that the old saying. ‘'Necessity is the mother of invention. is true. Even Geom ctry was invented because of a necessity. The Nile River overflowed its banks thus destroying the boundary lines. To avoid disputes over ownership a system of mensuration was devised. Erom this system Geometry arose. 1 am still seeking a system by means of which I can overcome my difficulties in trying to understand the system the Egyptians devised to overcome their difficulties. Geometry is a good name for this subject. It is derived from two words meaning to measure the earth. Geometry proves to me that the world is round. I am back where I started from—cither that, or I have remained where I began and the earth revolved—thus proving the revolution of the earth by means of my study of Geometry. Since history repeats itself there is no need to put much study on it. just be patient, if you wait long enough the event will happen again. There are some things in history that only time will prove. It also takes time for me to prove a theorem in Geometry. No doubt this is due to characteristics I inherited from my early ancestors who lived in the Stone Age. The glory of the battles fought by the Greeks and the Romans fade when compared with the struggle we take part in daily when trying to conquer our two ancient subjects. Bertille Gordon. ‘28. Jjistorp Two great leaders Fighting for fame; One is crushed. T he other remains— That’s History. Two rival countries. Comes then a war. Fighting for boundaries; T hen one is no more— That's History. Mary Agnes Ellis. '28. WHEN I think of my history And of the battles that were fought It is to me a mystery Why all of this new land they sought. But all of this will come to naught When late in life you stroll with me. When I think of my history And of the battles that were fought. I think I’ll never find the key And after all the work I've wrought It's still to me a mystery Why all this history is taught When I think of my history And of the battles that were fought. WlLBERTINE BOLDUC. '28. Pane Forty-sex en 11 ■ M1 ■ M1 ■ m ■ m ■ 1 ITT! f ftulers of the 22Jorlb NT of the interesting things the Juniors of 1926 have down in Modern History is to n akc a collection of the photographs of the rulers and their immediate families of all the countries we have studied. We used the daily and Sunday papers, magazines, etc., to obtain these pictures and in this way became acquainted with magazines which otherwise we would not have read. The pictures of the Coolidgcs were easy to obtain. The newspaper men say they are pleasant and obliging when they ask them to pose for a picture. We also found a great number and variety of pictures of the Roumanian family. Perhaps this was due to the recent refusal of Prince Carol to occupy the throne and the publicity this brought to the family. His refusal goes to show that a throne is not as desirable as it was a century ago and that the world is still slowly but steadily turning toward democracy. In a newspaper clipping which accompanied the picture of Princess Julianna of Holland, she is said to be studying law and is quoted as saying: In ten years the people may not want a queen and in that case I should like to be a lawyer. Perhaps she thinks her throne none too secure. We consider the picture of the Queen of Roumania our most beautiful one. She is indeed lovely and one of the books in our library. The Voice on the Mountain ' was written by her. Many of us have read it and so we arc more interested in her. Recently she has sent as a greeting to American children on health day. a picture of herself and little grandson. Mihai. showing her evident desire to be on friendly terms with America. The Prince of Wales figures prominently in our collection just as he does in the daily newspapers. A daughter has recently been born to the Duke and Duchess of York and a Lon don labor paper in commenting on it says that they sec no reason why she should be given so much publicity when her chances to become future Queen of England arc so very small. Another instance which shows that the sovereign’s position is not so desirable. We have several pictures of the beautiful Italian princesses—an especially interesting one of Yolanda and little daughter Marie, bringing out the intelligent, sensitive features of Yolanda, showing a striking resemblance between the child Marie and her father the romantic count. It was much harder to find pictures of the Eastern sovereigns, but we did succeed in getting one of Rami VI of Siam and several of the different rulers of India. We also obtained a fev of the royalty of Japan. All these are of an entirely different type in appearance and of course do not appeal to our sense of beauty. Perchance in their own country they are considered beautiful as ideas of beauty vary with race as well as time. Our collection is not yet complete, but we hope to have it so by the close of the semester. Most of the pictures have been mounted and when our volume is complete we feel that it will be a aluablc addition to our library. Bernadette Traun. 27. Page Forty-eight Senior Sbentitp Contest First Prize:—An American History Notebook complete, ready to hand in. Second Prize:—An American History Notebook not so complete. Third Prize:—A Guitteau History with notes written in the margin. These pictures, when properly arranged: make a complete collection of the photographs of the Senior Class of 1926. All solutions must be handed in to the editor of the Annual before 8:00 P. M.. June 10. 1926. The following hints will be of help to you in the arrangement of these pictures. 1. One is a maiden tall “Have you got your French. is her morning call. With a laughing, dimpled maid Who always says. “I won’t get weighed. 2. This is one whose heart from us has strayed Perhaps in some Western State its home has made. Coupled with a studious, serious lass One of the brightest in her class. 3. A thatch of bright, bright hair A pleasant smile. Oh No! Never a care! And a maid with the name of an Irish King With a temper that makes the air sing. 4. These two were never wont to shirk No matter what the weather was They never skipped a class Or failed to hand the teacher all their work. Page Forty-nine 5. A girl with a shock of tawny hair A girl with a heart full of joy These two make an interesting pair Altho' at times they are rather coy. 6. Here is one whose name rhymes with bell Her companion’s name ends in a line Which is which you never can tel! When these two their arms entwine. 7. Here is a maid from Erin’s Isle Who smiles all day. not once in a while Matched with a lass so clever and bright When she recites, the teacher says. 'Right. 8. A maid with big brown eyes A maid with just a little sass These two. when placed together Make a very winsome lass. 9. As brimful of mischief and fun and glee As ever a mortal maid could be And her pal so bright and keen and gay As down Nicollet Avenue she wends her way. 10. Small and dark with sparkling eyes In all her words and deeds precise But with a girl of a different hue For no one’s favor doth she sue. 1 1. One is a girl with smile so bright With laughing eyes and hair quite light. The other tries to be so quiet and prim But she’s full of mischief up to the brim. 1 2. These girls smile at everyone not just at one Perhaps their dimples they like to sun We are glad they arc with us at any rate Altho’ one of them came to us rather late. 1 3. Slender and graceful and sweet and true Here is a model for me. for you With a tiny dark maid who twists and squirms But recites with a vim all that she learns. 14. Two Irish lasses in the very same classes Who are always wondering. Do we get passes?’’ When downtown they go on a summer’s day Right to the Orpheum. they know the way. 15. A maid who says I'll follow the styles whate’er they be While her smiling companion says Oh yes! That will surely do And nods quite approvingly. 16. She is pleasant to walk with And indeed very charming to talk with As for her partner full of laughter and song. If we follow her we will not go wrong. 1 7. By the process of elimination This girl will not elude identification. Page Fifty Jfrendj Class NOUS en sommes six. our class in French; Side by side we sit, upon one lonely bench. And we recite each one in his turn As for more pupils we sadly yearn. Nous en sommes six. In numbers sometimes there's luck, 'tis said. But in our French class luck is dead; For sure as morn comes around in this class, Each one is called on. each and every lass. Nous en sommes six. In history class a better fate, we find. For to twenty pupils more or less, fate oft is kind. And some of us—once in awhile— The teacher passes by with just a smile. Nous en sommes six. Non. non—en dasse Francais. jamais. For in each and every lesson, day by day. Not once, but many times, mille fois. We our ignorance diclose—comme ca Nous en sommes six. Page Fifty-one ■ I 11 Ml 11 ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ m ■iiimiir’Ani iani ■ minm Cljt Clppcr l ootn A Drama of Christ’s Passion By MGR. ROBERT HUGH BENSON Presented by the Juniors of St. Anthony High School Sunday. March 22. at St. Anthony Auditorium PERSONS OH THE DRAMA PROLOGUE JUDAS A Voice Longinus ACHAZ (the landlord of the Upper Room) MARY. Mother of Our Lord SAMUEL (his servant boy) MARY MAGDALENE Joseph oh Arimathea Veronica and Holy Women Peter Chorus JOHN The scene is the Upper Room in Jerusalem ACT I. The night of Holy Thursday after the Last Supper. ACT II. Scene I—The morning of Good Friday. Scene II—The hour of the Crucifixion. ACT III. The evening of Good Friday after the Burial of our Lord. Vocal numbers between the Acts: Man of Sorrows........................................................Mrs. Frank Mulcahcy Calvary ..................................................................Mr. Joseph Butler Crucifix...............................- Mr. James Sampson and Mr. A. J. Grattan Fifty-two !■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ MHS WgaigW ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■� • ■■■■ mi CLASS PLAY 1926 PUPILS WHOSE PARENTS WENT To ST. ANTHONY SCHOOL Pai e Fifty-litre ■■■■ ■■■■ —■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ iwtaaiMiCTgiiii ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ Helen Kiesner. a graduate from St. Anthony High School, belonging to the class of 1923 and now a Junior at the University of Minnesota has proved herself a success. She is a board member of the Newman Club. The great honor of being a member of Theta Sigma Phi. a professional journalistic sorority which boasts of a Kathleen Norris and a Christopher Morlcy. was conferred on Miss Kiesner in recognition of her splendid work as Women's Sports Editor on the Minnesota Daily. She was also voted Academic Representative on the Board of Publications of the University—nine others contested against her for this position. She is also the Pan Hellenic representative of the Alpha Delta Pi. an Academic sorority. We congratulate Miss Kiesner on hir successes, and we arc proud to share in her triumphs and achievements. Helen Burke. ’24. and Helen Dargcy. '23. arc also attending the University of Minnesota. We are following the work of both girls with interest and appreciation. The College of St. Catherine is guiding the scholastic careers of Florence McCarten. '23. Mary O'Brien. ’23. Irma Sweeney. ‘24. Monica Hanlon. '25. and Helen Shaughnessy. '25. The State Normal at St. Cloud has been chosen by Anna Cashmore. '25. Adelaide Gra-boski. '25. is training at the City Normal. To all we extend congratulations. Page Fifty-four 3AU UA'NTTTI I II I mi 11! ■ 111 ■ 11,1X3111 Mary O’Brien. Class '23. has been honored at St. Catherine's College in being elected president of the College Association for the coming year. Miss O’Brien was on the board of Arhlctics during her Freshman year; was vice-president of the Sophomore Class: and is now associate editor of the quarterly. The Ariston, and personal editor of the year-book. La Concha. St. Anthony congratulates Mary, and wishes her many and greater successes during her Senior year. Page Fifty-five ■ ■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■ ■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ A GROUP FROM THE GYMNASIUM CLASS Jane Adamson Teda Akin Bernice Bromback Veronica Barrett Johanna Collins Helen Collins Dorothy Dugan Marie Dudek Evelyn Emond Grace Givens - -Eileen Healy Mary Hawley Margaret Kierce Elvera Newman Mary O'Connell Winifred O'Reilly Rose Rapacz Evelyn Rivers Harriet Schaughncssy Charlotte Lowry Bernadette Traun Montana Long Jolly, Adorable Vivacious. Artistic Bashful, Beloved Virtuous. Benevolent Jovial. Courteous Helpful. Congenial Dainty. Delightful Meek. Diligent Earnest. Eager Good. Gracious Economics. Humorous Mild. Honest Merry. Nice Enjoyable, Neat Mirthful. Obliging Witty. Original Recommendable. Refined Energetic. Reserved Happy. Snappy Charming, T hrifty Bright. T idy Modest. Thoughtful MARGARET KIERCE. '27. Page Fifty-six ■■■I ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ fflusic The wave that breaks upon the strand Has music mingled with its roar. There's music in the breezes bland That breathe along the sheltered shore. There's music in the mighty woods. And in the streams that wander through. While desert sands and solitudes Send forth their own wild music, too. Ah. let us not be blind to all The beauty in the world that dwells. Nor deaf to the enchanting call— The song that from creation swells. But. shaking off the lavish bond That binds us to the ways of strife, Let music with its magic wand Awake us to the larger life. Denis A. McCarthy. Page Fifty-seven E L UANn !■:! 11 Bill Bill,■lirBllll-Ilil Recital by the SENIOR MUSIC STUDENTS of St. Anthony Convent Sunday Afternoon. March Fourteenth at three o'clock St. Anthony Auditorium PROGRAM Two Pianos—Stars and Stripes Forever ..... CATHERINE MOORE, GRACE GIVENS. MARY HOW LEY Piano Solos—By the Mountain Spring ... - GRACE MULCAHY The Gondola Song SARA APPLEMAN Reading—A Violin Fantasy ....... BERNICE DELARIA (Violin—Anthony Stasek) Piano Solos—Balanccllc -------- DOROTHY FELEGY During the Mazurka Violin—Souvenir de Wicneawski Piano Solos—Columbine Lustspiel ELIZABETH CARTER ANTHONY STASEK MARY HOWLEY GRACE GIVENS Two Pianos—Taps --------- DOROTHY FELEGY. FRANCIS HOBEN, GRACE MULCAHY Reading—Zingarella --------- JANET ROSE Piano Solo—Japanese Dance FRANCES HOBEN Piano Solo—Hungarian Dance No. 5 ----- - DOMINIC HALE Song—Indian Love Song -------- ELIZABETH CARTER Piano Solos—a) Prelude c Minor ------- b) Etude Mazurka ------- BERNICE DELARIA Mazurka Brillante ------- MARCELLA WARNER a) Rustle of Spring ------- b) Country Gardens ------ CATHERINE MOORE Capricante - -- -- -- - EVELYN RIVERS Quartette—Polonaise - -- -- -- -- JANET ROSE. BERNICE DELARIA. EVELYN RIVERS. MARCELLA Piano Solos—Rondo Capriccioso ------ WILLIAM HERBERT Polka of the Queen ------ JANET ROSE Polinchinelle -------- VERA MENGELKOCH Chorus—a) On Venice Waters ------- b) Gypsy Love Song ------- EIGHTH GRADE CHORAL CLASS Sousa Bohm Oesten Warner Wachs Loomis Haeschc Dclahays Kela Bela Englemann McDowell Pennington Brahms Zamccek Chopin Talexy Pessard Sinding Grainger - Wachs Decevee WARNER Mendelssohn Raff Rachmaninoff McLaughlin Landry Page Fifty-eight I ■ m win eitkitt m 111 ■ 111 ■ i n? The standard of our Music Department advances yearly, and it is with delight we note what an important part music plays in the school life. The large attendance at the recitals, the interest shown by the school pupils, the fine sensibility of those taking part in the recitals enable us to judge of this advancement. The harmony classes are faithfully attended; and many of the pupils from the public schools take advantage of the credit offered for study in the piano department. Two very enjoyable recitals were given on March 13 and 14. Recital by the JUNIOR MUSIC STUDENTS of St. Anthony Convent Saturday Afternoon. March 13th. 1926 at three o'clock St. Anthony Auditorium PROGRAM Piano—Butterflies—Erb ------ The Snow Man—Damon - - - - - Artillery Guns—Porter ...... Dance—Serenade—Poldini .... Piano—Shamrock Waltz—O'Malley ... Dancing Lesson—Erb .... Vacation Time—Lloyd ... Song—That Wonderful Mother of Mine—Whitmark Piano—Butterfly—Martin - - - - The Harebell—Smallwood Boy Scouts Parade—Lloyd Trio—Buds and Blossoms—Holst Piano-—The Sweet Violet—Smallwood Fairyland—Lloyd - Reading—The Night Wind—Werner Piano—March—Vincent .... Bluette—Duvernoy .... To An Evening Star—Wagner Dance—The Dolls—Poldini - Piano—Return of the Harlequin—Huerter Military March—Engelmann Piano—On the Beach—Martin - Doll's Dream—Oesten ... Song—The Big Brown Bear—Mana Zucca Two Pianos—Military March—Bilhro Piano—Fleeting Clouds—Herman Tuneland—Huerter - Piano—Tulip—Lichner - Witches' Dance—Devaux Chorus and Drill—'The Japanese Maidens—Churchill Piano—Spinning Wheel—Eilemnrich Soldiers' Chorus from Faust—Gounod Dance—Dreamland—Frances - Piano—Hollyhocks—Baldwin - Among the Roses—Field ... Cocoanut Dance—Herman - Piano—Spring Days—Bostrum - Valsc Ballet—Brown - Will-'o-the-Wisp—Jungmann Duet—Dance Caprice—LaFollette Luella Kiefer Francis O'Neil Donald Mealcy Rosemary Long. Lillian Erler Ann Allworth Eleanor Gleason - Katherine McPartland Luella Kiefer - - Lillian Erler - - Helen McGuire June Reynolds Catherine McPartland. Evelyn Wray. Donald Mealcy l.ucile Doll - - - - - - Evelyn Wray Marion Connelly - - - Bernice Long - - - - - Dorothy Fleetham - - - - - Avismary Anderson - - - Aloise Paradis. Rosemary Long ------ Joseph Erler - - - - - - Edward Erler Elaine Hurley ----- Lorraine Connoy Dorothy Fleetham. Frank Fleetham Mary Brown. Margaret Bonner - - Catherine Montgomery - - - Nellie McPartland Esther Appleman - - - Muriel Fleming Frank Fleetham - - - - Jerome Perry Bernice Long. Mary Brown - - - Agnes Cunningham Irene Carmody Avismary Anderson Barbara McDermott Margaret Bonner - - - - Mary Brown Irene Carmody. Agnes Cunningham Page Fifty-nine tlllMI H ■ 11 I ■ I I I ■ I I I ■ H■IIH- ■AI- [)ANI I I ■ I I I ■ 111 ■Til ■ I I I ■ I 11 ■ 11 I ■ Jfirst 0ratmatesi of fet. Sfntfjonjp fecfjool THEN NOW M. JARRETT. A. ROHAN. D. FLEET HAM SISTER JOSEPH A. MRS. G. WALKER. MRS. J. HAY Compliments of SISTERS OF ST. JOSEPH Closing Exercises of St. Mary's Convent. East Minneapolis. Wednesday. June 27 at 9:30 A. M. Exhibition Hall at the Cor. of Marshall and Sixth Ave. Please show this at the door. PROGRAMME OF EXERCISES of the Annual Exhibition of ST. MARY'S CONVENT SCHOOL Wednesday. June 27th. 1883 Entrance March Hichock Miss K. Dibb. M. O'Brien. M. McCarthy. Mattie Jarrett. Columbia! Thou Gem of the Ocean ........................... Vocal Class Accompanied by Miss E. Hoy Salutatory Miss Agnes Hoy Eolinne Harp Sidney Smith Misses Mary Jarrett. A. Bohan. K. Dibb. M. McCarthy. Recitation—“Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight'' Miss A. Bohan “Murmuring Sea”—Vocal Duo Glover Misses D. Fleetham. M. Keating Oberon Dressier Misses A. Hoy. L. Darragh. M. McCarthy. B. Hayes Conferring of Graduating Medals. On Miss Dollic Fleetham. Annie Bohan. Mary Jarrett Conferring of Crowns for Excellence Conferring of Crowns for Deportment Drawing for the Gold Medal awarded for excellence By Misses A. Bohan. D. Fleetham. M. Jarrett. G. Lyons. J. Cramsie Page Sixty inri-j j i ■ 11 i M ri i ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ i iTBaui janm i ■ i i i ■ i i i ■ i irTrri nri m “O Quam Dilecta’’ Lambilotte Misses K. Dibb. M. Keating. Accompanied by Miss M. Jarrett. Essay—' Friendship'' Miss D. Fleetham Birthday Waltz Wm. Incho Misses B. Hayes. A. Quinn. J. Lock. L. Darragh. “The Robbed Nest Miss Annie Jarrett Martha—Instrumental Solo Lysberg Miss Mary Jarrett AN HOUR IN FAIRY LAND Cantata Queen of Fairies Miss D. Fleetham Fairy Cricket Miss L. Darragh Fairy Fun Miss M. Keating Fairy Content Miss A. Bohan Fairy True Heart Miss A. White Fairy Good Will Miss K. Dibb Accompanied by Miss Esther Hoy West End Galop D'Albert Misses M. O'Brien. K. Dibb. M. Jarrett. A. Bohan. E. Hoyt. M. Jarrett. “How They Saved St. Michaels’’ Miss A. O’Brien Mouse Traps Little Ones Essay—“Ireland'' Miss A. Bohan “Where the Beautiful Rivers Flow Miss K. Dibb Accompanied by Miss Mary Jarrett La Sonnambula Jean Paul Misses A. Bohan. M. McCarthy. A. Hoy. E. Hoy. Valedictory Miss Mary Jarrett “Good Bye” Vocal Class Accompanied by Miss Mattie Jarrett Class of ’25 Dorothy Barth _MacPhail School Eileen Casey------------------------ Office at Thomas Department Store Anne Cashmorc________ St. Cloud Normal Ruth Cloutier_____ Soo Line Office Helen Dargay -University of Minnesota Helen Galleghcr Minneapolis Gas Light Office Genevieve Gannon Scientific Business College Monica Hanlon College of St. Catherine's Marvel Hans ______ National Bank Office Gertrude Hayes Office at Savage Company Catherine Henry ..Traveling in California Dolorosa LaMotte-------------------- ______________..Humboldt Business College Margaret McClellan ----------------- Office at Savage Company Agnes McEachern Dr. Zaworski’s Office Catherine McKenna Butler Brothers Office Helen O'Connell Geo. B. Herman Co. Office Adlaidc Grabowska Normal Course in City Helen Shaughnessy St. Catherine's College Mary Smith ........- ..... .. - - Studying at Scientific Business College Elizabethe Turgeon ----------- — Studying at Minneapolis Business College Page ±ixty-one ■■Ill MU I Bill ■ 11 I ■ I I ! B 11 1 B 111 PAL? LJ.A NTT mi I ■ I UU 111 ■ I I I ■ I 11 ■ IIII €5rabuates of fet. Slntfjonp Jfyiqh School 1916 1. Butler. Beatrice 2. Harrington. Etta 1. Cartwright. Gladys 2. Cronin. Marie 3. Galvin. Lorette 1. Barry. Lorette 2. Dick. Eleanor 1. Campbell. Irene 2. Doherty. Margaret 3. Flectham. Josephine 4. Flynn. Eileen 5. Gannon. Abbie 6. Jaax. Catherine 7. Kelly. Margaret 1. Burns, Agnes 2. Cain. Nora 3. Cartwright. Evelyn 4. Donohoc. Marie 5. DcLagc. Marie 6. Dormody. Ellen 1. Auger. Bertha 2. Eniond. Martha 3. Emond, Fabiola 4. Fleury. Marie 1. Auger. Adeline 2. Beauchainc. Elizabeth 3. Chapman. Esther 1. Arrell, Blanch 2. Belanger. Evelyn 3. Brennan. Mary 4. Coleman. Mary 5. Dolney. Margaret 6. Jeffries. Margaret 1. Burke. Helen 2. Cunningham. Ardyce 3. Donohoc. Florence 4. Dawson. Margaret 5. Dignan. Beth 6. Gerlick. Alma 7. Horne. Genevieve 1. Barth. Dorothy 2. Casey. Eileen 3. Cloutier, Ruth 4. Cashmore. Ann 5. Dargay. Helen 6. Grabowska. Adelaide 7. Gannon. Genevieve 3. Kenny. Anna 4. Kilroe. Catherine 1917 4. Fitzgerald. Rose 5. Kiesncr. Blanch 1918 3. Faber. Marguerite 4. Huntin. Bessy 1919 8. Lydon. Helen 9. Mulvihill. Marion 10. Marrin. Mary 11. Marrin. Cecelia 12. McGinley. Stella 13. Perry. Marie 1920 7. Harrington. Alice 8. Henry. F.thel 9. Hayes. Mary 10. Hessburg. Margaret 1 1. Kelly. Ethelinde 12. Legacy. Lucy 1921 5. Ludwig. Catherine 6. Mu lea re. Margaret 7. McGowan. Effie 8. McNulty. Margaret 1922 4. Druke. Helen 5. Flectham. Bernice 6. Mulcare. Mary 1923 7. Kiesncr. Helen 8. McConville. Edith 9. O’Brien. Mary 10. O'Connell. Mary 11. Perry. Beatrice 1924 8. Hohler. Bernice 9. Morin. Irene 10. Morin, Ethel 11. Moses. Nishma 12. Neary. Bernice 13. Purcell. Dorothy 1925 8. Gallagher. Helen 9. Hanlon. Monica 10. Hays. Gertrude 11. Henry. Catherine 12. Hans. Marvel 13. La Motte. Dolorosa 14. McClellan. Margaret 5. McConville. Mary 6. Page. Mac O. 6. Henry. Lorette 7. Walsh. Agnes 5. Kennedy. Ruth 6. Reger. Marie 14. Schroedcr. Leona 15. Sendclbach. Anna 16. Shannon. Helen 17. Somers. Regina 18. Wakeman. Madeline 19. Winkler. Barbara 13. McGowan. Alberta 14. O'Brien. Margaret 15. O'Brien. Helen 16. O'Brien. Ruth 17. Violett. Josephine 9. McConville. Genevieve 10. Reul. Marie 11. Yung. Mae 7. Newman. Mildred 8. Schrocder. Lucile 9. Traun. Hildcgard 1 2. Somers, Eileen I 3. Wagner. Dorothy 14. Wcinstock. Catherine 15. Wittcrgrin. Cathcrgrin 16. Wittmann. Caroline 14. Plante. Albina 15. Sweeney. Irma 16. Sandefur. Marion 17. Schaefer. Eulalic 18. Thics. Helen 19. Zinnicl. Elizabeth 15. McEachern. Agnes 16. McKenna. Catherine 17. O'Connell. Helen 18. Smith. Mary 19. Shaughnessy. Helen 20. Turgcon. Elizabeth Page Sixty-two ■ lllBijlMlllBI I I ■ I I I ■ 111 ■ 11 rPAD'LTANnTB I 11 ■ 111 ■ 11 ■ ■ I 11 ■ 1111ITI1 Sister Josepha Mrs. John M. Hoy Mrs. George Walsh Mrs. Wm. Hoy Mrs. Isaac Rice Miss Julia Harrington Mr. Martin Moran Miss Hannah Ring Mamie Lennon Maud Kelly Julia Harrington Mamie Lydon Mamie Grogan Maggie Sexton Miss Muriel McNulty Miss Mabel Kelly Miss Mamie Lane Mr. Edward McNulty Frank Kelly Miss Lizzie McNamara Miss Margaret Buckley Miss Alice Irving Miss Carrie Fitzgerald Miss Cora Ryan M ss Delia Boran Mr. Frank Cunningham Miss Sadie Hill Mr. Frank Mulcahy Miss Quccnic Cox Miss Catherine Donahen Miss Alice Hcfferon Miss Ella Hargreaves Miss Mary Carr Miss Sadie Connolly Miss Nellie Gilles Miss Nina Bacon Nora Fahey Miss Mary D. McNulty Miss Mary McNulty Miss Mabel Lydon Miss Rena Harrington Miss Alma Tisdale Miss Mary Kelly Miss Nellie Minogue Miss Anna Ryan Mr. Wm. Gillis Miss Rose Long Miss Margaret Bohan Senior Slumni Miss Lucy Harrington Miss Aurelia Kelly Miss Katie Dinecn Miss Lizzie Courtney Miss Mary Mulcahy Miss Pearl Hadley Mrs. James Mahoney Miss Georgina Mulcahy Miss Anna McNulty Miss Anna Mulcahy Miss Mamie Lennon Miss Sadie Snee Miss Florence Hohler Miss Ursula Cody Miss Margaret Breen Miss Marie Cunningham Miss Margaret McNamara Miss Marie O'Brien Miss Mollic Sullivan Miss Teresa McKenna Miss Frances Healy Miss Margaret Foy Miss Catherine Weeks Miss Anna Boran Miss Agnes Tisdale Miss Rose McQuade Miss Marie Roy Miss Anna Smith Miss Grace Getchcll Miss Clara Foley Miss Madeline Nyc Miss Catherine Sullivan Miss Mabel McAuliffe Miss Florence Irving Miss Margie Rupert Miss Barbara Pottner Miss Catherine Long Miss Margaret Harrington Miss Mollie Long Miss Edith Dugas Miss Irene McAuliffe Miss Lucy Pottner Miss Winifred Boland Miss Agnes Hurley Miss Mae Lyons Miss Bernadette Blair Miss Annastatia Collins Miss Mare Kohl Miss Irene Walsh Miss Mac O'Donnell Miss Catherine Bailey Miss Lou Crotty Miss Rose Meister Miss Teresa Archer Miss Gertrude Collins Miss Anastatia O'Brien Miss Louise Collins Miss Mabel Scott Miss Rose Rakowski Miss Frances Kiesner Miss Josephine Kelly Miss May O'Reilly Miss Mary Brennan Miss Margaret Bradley Miss Idaphonse Kiesner Miss xMary Long Miss Lavign Imclda Miss Irene Minogue Miss Myrtle Long Miss Teresa McDonald Miss Sadie Carr Miss Inez Cody xMiss Agnes Connolly Miss Bridget Hanlon Miss Grace Kinnanc Miss Alice Raiche Miss Esther Herbert Miss Alvina Richards Miss Irene Bailey Miss Mary Smith Miss Loretta Foley Miss Le Etta Phalcn Miss Myrtle Cain Miss Nellie Harrigan Miss Agnes O'Connor Miss Nora Flemming Miss Frances Walsh Miss Aline Mengelkoch Miss Mabel O'Connell Miss Mae Harrington Miss Mabel Harrington Miss Gertrude Kilroe Miss Alice O'Brien Miss Katherine Kilroe Page Sixty three h 1 H ■ J. JI ■ll-UJJJB I II ■ r 11 B111 P Af ?IIANIIIBIIIMIII13IIIMM1BIM«IXI t. Sntbonp rfjool JfortHfoirb Annual Comnunmncnt friday evening. June eleventh, nineteen hundred twenty-six eight-fifteen o'clock St. Anthony Auditorium. Minneapolis ORDKR OF EXERCISES The Processional: Coronation March...........................Meyerbeer Sunshine and Rain.........................Blumenthal Chorus: By the Waters of Minnetonka........................Lieurance The Address and the Presentation of Diplomas The Reverend E. J. Wilbee THE ANNOUNCEMENTS Chorus: The Angel’s Serenade .... The Recessional: Roman March Braga Clark Pane Sixty-four I 1 TfRALJLJAN1 11 ■ 1 11 ■ [llMlUJLi 111111B 111 ------------- N “Hifce argosies of olb eefe treasures IJut go a bopaging 3n boofes” Page Sixty-five UAfN-LLLMiriJn'II Mill Mill ■ I 11 ■ 111 ■ £ t. ntljonp tfjool’g |?earlp fctore In Fiction. Compiled by Genevieve Wittmann. Editor-in-chief of the Annual and Librarian for the English Classes. These scores represent the most popular fiction in our group. W might wish that it represented a higher level, yet it may not be amiss to say that to these young readers these books hold a content value which to them is precious and of real worth. GRADE EIGHT Tom Sawyer Twain The Girl of the Limberlost Porter Riders of the Purple Sage Grey Anne of Green Gables Montgomery I.it tie French Girl Sedgwick Little Women Alcott Treasure Island Stevenson GRADE NINE Litttle Women---------------------------------- The Girl of the Limberlost____________ ___ Riders of the Purple Sage .... Tom Sawyer Janice Meredith Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come GRADE TEN The Girl of the Limberlost The Trail of the Lonesome Pine Ben Hur Riders of the Purple Sage Little French Girl _------ ------ ------ David Copperfield_ . ..... .......... Mother . ___________ ... Jane Eyre Little French Girl..... Stella Dallas ......... Faustula_____________ .. Mother .. . .... ______ So Big ________________ David Coppcrfield Girl of the Limberlost GRADE ELEVEN ........Bronte Sedgwick Purdy .....Aescough Norris Ferber Dickens Porter Alcott Porter Norris Grey T wain ____ Jackson Ford -----------...Fox Porter Fox Wallace -------------Grey Ferber Sedgwick ---- Dickens Norris GRADE TWELVE So Big My Antonia Little Ships Litle French Girl..___________ Song of the Lark A Pair of Blue Eyes Mother David Coppcrfield __ —........... Ferber Cat her ------------ Norris Sedgwick Gather Hardy N orris _________________ Dickens Page Sixty-six mi ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ mi ■■■■ Srelanb in £ ong anb ZDancc This program presented the literary history of Old and New Ireland. Songs, poetry, folk tales and legends which have come from the Gaelic were given in such a way that we really felt we had been given a glimpse of the dear old land. A later program gave typical humorous poetry from popular poets of New Hngland. the South, the Middle West, and the Far West: including such names as Sam Walter Foss. Holman F. Day. Joe Lincoln. Frank L. Stanton. Paul Laurence Dunbar. James W. Riley. James W. Foley and many others. iflonsirur fBraucaire by Booth Tarkington. A three act cutting of Mr. Tarkington s masterpiece of romance. The Dramatic Art and Public Speaking Classes are under the direction of Miss Cel Ann Donlin of McPhail School. Monsieur Beaucairc was given for the class play. I he Upper Room was given during the holy season of Lent. Mr. Hcwittson spoke to us on Mystery in Education. Pane Sixty-seven ■ n Till ■I1TTTI ■ I I I B 111 M I 11 PA IJtJANI I I M I 11 M111111111! I ■ 111 ■ ITH CXfirctS of tlje gUumnae Marie Devereaux President Mrs. Westhofe Vice-President Miss Anna Ryan Secretary Miss Bernice Fleetham Treasurer Page Sixty-right Mrs. L. MacDonald Teacher of History and French Miss Dorothy Alexander Teacher of Choral Graduate of MacPhail Miss Susan Horswell Teacher of Choral Graduate of MacPhail Poye Sixty nine =SAL?.UAjarn m 11 ■ 111 ■ 111 mi n m'iii ■! i i m OFFICERS OF CHEMISTRY CLUB Veda Akin President Dorothy Dugan Vice-President Evelyn Emond Secretary Winifred O’Reilly Treasurer Page Seventy unurmirmni■ 111■hibmihauuani ii■ 1 n:■ 111■ 111■ in «ni■ hi■ Jfantatfp ONCE I owned a castle in the air. To this airy boarding house I invited a select number of people whose company I had enjoyed many a stormy night. Now. I do not claim to have had the most elaborate air castle, for I have heard of other such bubbles situated in the same region. Nevertheless, mine was of a magnificence such as is seldom witnessed by minds which are not slightly tinged, or by minds that do not weigh considerably more on one side than on the other. This mansion of mine was built upon a bluff of somber, brooding clouds. The exterior was made of slabs chiselled out of the heaviest and darkest of clouds which gave the great castle, with its spirals and towers, a frowning look. Gloom. I did not quite fancy, so I had streaks of lightning gathered by the grotestque imps who guarded the instruments of war belonging to Thor. The lightning I had employed in a fantastic pattern. This was more than decorative, for along with lighting up the whole atmosphere of the castle, it furnished an outdoor illuminating system. As the appointed hour drew near. I stood in the salon to receive my guests. This reception hall was a vast room with high vaulted ceiling, supported by row on row of gigantic pillars, hewn out of crystallized sunshine. At the capital of each pillar a great meteor was attached. 'Their glare was too harsh, so I had an abundance of sea fog gathered and draped to soften the effect. The windows were beautifully adorned with curtains of many colored clouds of down. These hung from ceiling to floor. I was pondering on a few improvements I intended to make when 1 heard the most hideous screaming ring through the halls. Suddenly the great doors at one end of the hall burst open and in rushed Macbeth, followed by Lady Macbeth. It seemed that he was greatly excited, as he would make a lunge at some object and then shrink back crying in a hoarse, shrill voice: “Avont! Avont! quit my sight, and let the earth hide thee! His lady stood by entreating. pleading, threatening and scolding in turn. She finally succeeding in calming him somewhat. When I recovered from my first shock. I came forward to greet them and to see if I could aid the gentleman. On perceiving my approach the lady turned to me and Pao Sevenly-onr JALHJAN1 I I ■! II ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ 11 i M rrrB 11 j- explained that it was often so with her lord, as he was the victim of a serious malady. I am ashamed to say that even though I were hostess, a sarcastic remark was at the tip of my tongue when I discerned another guest. “Why. Mr. Micawber! I thought that you wouldn't be able to come.” said I to my new guest. “Well, you see I was expecting something to turn up. and it didn't, so 1 came along to your shindig. I knew you wouldn’t mind my bringing along my friend Mr. Barkis. You’ll find him a willing fellow. says that incorrigible old gentleman, pointing to a shabby little man ambling between the pillars. “Met him through my little friend. David Copperfield. After acknowledging the introduction. I was obliged to hurry off to the other guests who were arriving in groups. Monsieur Beaucaire was handing in Mrs. Bardell rather gingerly for that gallant gentleman, I thought. Perhaps he has no fancy for Breach of Promise suits. Major Dobbin, that model of patience and fidelity, was listening to some wild talcs of Gavin Dishart's. He was making many gestures. Immediately in their wake came Don Juan. Lorna Doone. Elaine of Astolat. Evangeline. Jessica and Tito. No sooner were the salutations over when a man stepped toward me whom I recognized as the old fop Ague Cheek. Now. if Sir Andrew heard me call him old. I suppose he would tell me he was old in nothing but in understanding. Next came Alice of the looking glass fame, escorted by Benvatio. After a few necessary words with me. their hostess, they betook themselves to a corner where Benvatio. the friend of all young people, told Alice of Romeo and Juliet. The story affected the child so I was obliged to send the Story Teller away. 1 noticed he joined a group in a corner of the room. This little gathering had been singing for the last five minutes. I hoped the advent of Ben would break up their noise, but the circle just opened up to let the newcomer in and then we had a little musical program. Ariel really had a sweet, high tone, while the ugly deformed Caliban sang in a deep, guttural voice. Bardolf. with his red nose, had his mouth wide open, but I couldn't distinguish his voice from the rest. Jacques stood at one side with a smile that was half sneer on his face. When it became almost unbearable I saw Captain Absolute walk over to them with a determined look on his face. He succeeded in dispersing them. Just then King Arthur and Barnaby Rudge strolled in. discussing war tactics. The King praised the young nit-wit for his really gallant work in the riot, even though he were on the defensive side. I thought I d get the king a more suitable companion so I introduced him to Sir Brian Bo!s de Guilbert of the Knights Templars, but this match fell through. As I looked down the hill at the far end I saw a very strange sight indeed. A bodyless hand and arm shot out from behind a pillar. Then another hand came out and gestured violently. Now these two hands were not similar. One arm was clad in a new color edged in fur. The other had a torn brown rag draped around its bony talons. Hearing loud tones coming from the same Page Seventy-two ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ mis wif ijwi mi ■■■■ am ■■■■ aaia aaaa direction I walked quietly toward the place. When I was directly behind the pillar, the neatly clad arm flashed forth with a sharp dagger clutched in it. I ran around to the other side of the post and here found Shylock and Fagin bemoaning the unjustness of the cruel world. I stepped back into the shadow of another pillar and fell over Aladdin who was on the floor rubbing his lamp. There was one corner of my reception hall which always seemed in the gloom. Here I heard the words “Open Sesame. and wondered it some one was attempting to find out if I had any secret passageways in my palace. I looked more closely and discovered Ali Baba standing with his face to the wall. Now. such incidents as Macbeth’s entry and other happenings were really alarming, so I heartily hoped that things would run smoothly from now on. Just then Sir Benjamin Backbite and Lady Booby came in. wrangling and quarreling. It was a great relief to greet Christian and Christiana, when they arrived. Much ol the unrest seemed to vanish at their entrance. Christian took Simon Legree from Friday, who was searching for Crusoe. Now Faust was announced. He brought with him an uninvited guest. Mr. Mephistopheles. Faust tried to avoid this man who seemed to take the place of his shadow, but Mephistopheles (or the devil, as he is to us) determined not to be shaken. He made an awful scene when he found that Christian and his wife were of the party. 1'here seemed to be a skirmish at the door. Upon investigating it turned out to be Don Q. trying to make Sancho Panzo dismount his dilapidated old mule. Soon Little Fauntleroy and Peter Pan came in laughing. They were engaged in a friendly little boxing match with each other. Ichabod Crane strode around a corner carrying Tiny Tim Cratchit on his shoulder. The salon was now fast filling up by the arrival of other famous characters, among whom were noticed Carmen. Cho Cho Land and Silas Mar-ner. who was talking to Cordelia and Elsie Venner. Flora McFIimsey came in on Richard Lovelace's arm. while Minnehaha and Maud Muller walked down the hall together. They seemed quite out of place. I was certainly mortified when the Ancient Mariner came in jumping the rope. He told us a story which we could believe or not. just as we pleased. He said learning to pray took a great bird off his chest. We thought he might have meant burden, but didn’t wish to embarrass him. He saw that we were rather Page Seventy-three inclined to make light of what he said, and he. waving the rope wildly about his head, grew quite frantic. He claimed the rope to be of the self same hemp that bound around his neck the albatross. Seeing that some of my guests were somewhat abashed by this seeming blasphemy. I tried to divert their minds by taking them for a tour of my castle. I led them through several apartments and received their compliments on the taste my varied magnificence displayed. In an alcove of an apartment I showed them my art collections. In niches and on pedestals there stood statues of men and women who in every age had been the toast of their people, ranging from Homer and Caesar to Mark Twain and Walt Whitman. Sherlock Holmes annoyed me by snooping around behind the pedestals and counting the defects in the sculptoring. When we passed Roger s statue. Guinevere’s ghost could be seen floating around the pedestal. Dolly Varden and Maggie Tulliver commented on the beauty of the spirit which appeared in its wedding finery. When the last row was reached I saw the dainty nun take Guinevere's hand and bring her before Malory who handing down her story had made her life a fine thread to be spun in many webs by one poet after another. Later when the banquet was at an end. I noticed the wind agitating the vapor curtains, so I pulled one aside to look out. Topsy took one look over my shoulder and said: “Lordy. Missy Eva. a great storm am coming up. Many of the party called comets to whisk them home before the storm should arise. I asked the man in the moon to carry Miss Betsy Trotwood home. The last I remembered was seeing the Black Knight mount his coal black charger and thunder off into space. ELVIRA BRANDES. '26. Paye Seventy-four Einp THERE in a vast primeval forest where only the noonday sun pierces the purple shadows, a tiny narrow lake lies quiet. A clean pebbly beach of perhaps a yard in width, surrounds the entire shore. This beach is enclosed by a belt of dense fern growth. Beyond the ferns dwarf coniferous trees follow an almost vertical incline leading through unbroken vastness of forest up to seven snowcapped mountain peaks. Having wandered away from the camp earlier in the day. I came upon this lake just at noon. Standing on the clean pebbled shore I marveled at its beauty. It lay perfectly still and. from where I stood. I could see that it was deep. The water reflected a sapphire blue. The day was hot. There was a perfect hush, and not a ripple broke the glass-like surface. On closer investigation I discovered mountain trout darting hither and thither. Squatting down I scooped up a drink. It was ice cold. Turning away I said to myself. “I will be back tomorrow. I will fish. MARIE DUDEK, 'll. Page Seventy-five irniiJi in nr11 ■ i n bin ■niHAUUANmmrnmiimiignnmrrmi ’Cis £ nlp Jfair 'Tis only fair that you and I Should do our part and try and try To make our school the best of all To hearken to its every call And keep its standards always high. Who would but when in passing by Be proud to hold her head up high And know that they gave help though small 'Tis only fair. When graduation day is nigh And we shall go from this dear High Perhaps to ne’er return at all We ll know we did not flinch nor fall And did our best without a sigh. ’Tis only fair. DOROTHY MYERS. ’28. iJot a $3oet— I'm not a poet, but I’ll try To make a rhyme about the sky. We ll start it with a day in June Looking across a blue lagoon. I wonder, can I get this by?” Oerhead we now can hear the cry Of birds soaring 'tween earth and sky. I hope that I can end this soon.” I'm not a poet. Imagine here an awful sigh From one who is about to die Because you’ll find out very soon That what I said would be a tune About the sky. is not. But I— I'm not a poet. WILLENE GRESSER. ’28. Paiic Seventy-six 3 ZDa.p IT was a refreshingly cool May day. just ideal for a pleasant stroll. Donning a light wrap. I hastened from the house impatient to be out in the world so full of beauty. I sauntered leisurely along a shady lane, drinking in the exquis ite loveliness all about me. At an abrupt turn in the lane a beautiful colonial house stood before me. It was painted a dainty white and pretty green shutters adorned the windows. On the large white door was a brightly polished brass knocker, whose very brightness seemed to invite one. To the rear of the house ran a beautiful blue shimmering lake. Its white capped waves reflected the sun in magnificent colors of gold and crimson, melting to deep azure. On both sides of the gray gravel walk that led to a gorgeous garden, grew stately primroses of the deepest purple. Their broad hairy leaves swayed gently in the breeze. In the neatly arranged and well kept garden, primroses stood which yielded to the circling moths, their delicious honey hidden deep in their twisted buds. They shone like yellow moons with pale, cold glow, and all the air was heavy with their fragrance. I walked home under a pale blue sky and sweet thoughts of that garden paradise floated back to me. Veda Akin. 27. iflp Habp in labenbar THE old-fashioned yard was a riot of pinks, pale blues, crimson and myriad of other colors. The white sand path leading to the grape arbor in the back was bordered by dainty red and yellow moss roses nodding their heads in the soft summer breeze. The tall dignified hollyhocks of various hues stood guards against the white picket fence. Bright crimson carnations, white and pink petunias, sweet flax, all swayed in the breeze and gave off a perfume so ethereal that it carried one into the land of fairies. I followed the sand path to the rear of the little white colonial bungalow and there on each side of the pack porch was a lattice, covered with dainty pink roses intertwined with green vines. On the porch was a green reed tea table and two chairs. As I stepped to the porch, an old lady dressed in lavendar and old lace, with hair of silvery whiteness came out with preparations for tea. When she saw me she spoke in a soft, sweet voice and asked me to stay. The tea was served from a dainty old silver teapot and the little cakes frosted with fluffy white frosting were delicious to the taste. The afternoon wore away and when the sun began to wane I remembered that I was not in the days of “60” where I had been carried by the old lady’s stories, but that I must hurry home. The sweet old lady took me back along the white sand path, past the roses, carnations, flax and hollyhocks, out to the gate and there she said good-bye and asked me to come again. As I looked back and saw her walking along the path in the gathering twilight I thought of how.— “Fragrance of lavendar clung to her. telling Of linen piled high on immaculate shelves: You could fancy her tending her garden or strolling Among the proud roses that grow by themselves. When I am sorrowful, dreading the future. Dreaming of days when my hair shall be grey. It cheers me to think of that lovely old lady. Lavendar-haunted and hollyhock-gay.” Bernadette Traun. '27. Page Seventy-seven ■ Hill II ■!! i ■ I 1 I ■ III ■ III ■! IIT-WI 31 lANTTnn I 1 ■ 111 Kl 11 I TITriTIIim JJolI’g $)artp MARY Ann was invited to a doll party over to Betty Lou's house. This was quite an honor. On the morning of the party she gathered together all her dolls so as to decide which one she would take with her. The Dutch doll with her big round face and cap and wooden shoes was first in the lineup. Why Hilda. I couldn't take you. you with big wooden shoes and your dutch blue dress. No. you certainly would be out of place at a party. You can’t go, Jean, you arc too typical of Paris with your fluffy hair and short dress. Besides the sawdust is coming out of your right arm.” Why Dorothy. I couldn't think of taking you. You have no hair yet and all the other dolls wouldn't associate with you. You are just a baby. Stop your fussing now.” Po Go can't go cither because she is Chinese and has slanting eyes and her foreign speech wouldn't be understood. They would think a flock of geese had come.” Well, Bob. you simply can't go at all. You're a little Russian Bolshevik. Why? Because the people don't like you. and your good suit is dirty. Just you stop your fussing. Nancy, well bless your heart, you arc a little American rascal with your curls and blue eyes. In your crispy white dress and blue hat you look a darling. Mother will take you.” HELEN COLLINS. '27. ©Htjat JSfcame of $er I WAS seated on a little knoll of ground at the Rose Gardens. Back of these gardens Lake Harriet spread her calm waters in the fast dying sunlight. The annual summer pageant was about to begin. The campus stretched a faintly green carpet in the slowly gathering twilight. The flowers still glowed: the evergreens became dark spots. Rose bushes flung their crimson blossoms wide to catch the gently falling dew. Away across the water a purple mist seemed to veil the outer world. The delicate strains of Sparklits” came to me from a hidden muted orchestra. I became restless. Somehow in all this beautiful summer-setting there brooded an unwonted sadness. I arose from my scat and found my way down and across the campus. Just as I arrived near a large, weeping birch tree. I discovered a slip of a girl glide out from where I could not tell. The music no longer muted, burst into a crescendo. Forgetting my uneasiness, I was wrapped in awe. The girl was unearthly. Clad in what seemed a swaying cloud of rainbow-hued. fluttering folds, she to me impersonated Beauty. Thither and thither she flew, her toes hardly touching the dim green carpet of earth. On and on she danced—her beauty so held me that I thought of nothing. The entire audience saw nothing but this fairy dancer. The music stopped—the girl glided away far into a now darkening veil of yellow-green clouds. All became a greenish-purple mist. I can tell you no more. Four days later I opened my eyes. I was in a darkened room. A figure in white approached me. I discovered I had been hurt in a storm. It had fallen when the fairy dancer held all eyes. What happened to her? I do not know. I was never able to find out. I often go back, and watching the peaceful ebb and flow of that placid lake I relive that evening with all its beauty and tragic ending. What became of her? JOHANNA COLLINS, ’27. Page Seventy-eight I 11 ■ 111 nrnrn i ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ 11 ivaduani m ■ i ii ■ i i i m-mrnrrm ■ i n ■ Wilber £ pmpljonp A radiant night With a mysterious silence. The music of the swaying boughs And the rising breeze Join in a silvery crescendo. Over the shimmery tree-tops A full moon rises. Its bright light diffusing Through the shadows. Pales the leaves to a liquid silver. The lake Under the magic of the moon Is a shining, silver mirror; The pale birch leaves Are trembling shadows Reflected in the still waters. A white boat Moored by a silver cord Is a dreamy, swaying fairy-craft Its light making a ruby and emerald path On the shining water. The garden wafts a delicious fragrance And its beds of ghostly blossoms Are patches of star dust. A tinkling bell adds A silvery enchantment To the night. And the silence is made melodious By the drip, drip From the rhythmic oar Of a phantom canoe. ROSE RAPACZ, 'll. Fage Seventy-nine 11111111 ■ 1 [ 1 M II. 1 ■ 111 ■ lllJllliJrJAL? L JA Nl I I ■ I 11 ■ 111 ■ II ! ■ 111«II1«1IH Garmon? • At night when I come home tired and weary and go to my room, a quiet peaceful feeling passes over me. The room is small and comfortable. The walls are papered with pink and blue and have a silver sheen when the light shines on them. The French windows are curtained in dainty white net with pink cross bars. The floor is covered with a Chinese blue Oriental rug. The ivory bed has a covering of pale pink silk. At the head of the bed is placed a large rose taffeta pillow, resembling that of an American beauty rose. The doll lamp on the ivory table next to the bed. is dressed like an old fashioned Southern girl, her full gathered skirt is of Miami rose with old lace color and sleeves. Above the cedar chest opposite the bed is a plaque worked in Van Dyke brown and dull gold, the picture is Alice Blue Gown. In one corner of the room is a vanity dresser and on each side stands an ivory lamp with tiny pink and blue rose buds painted on the base, the shades are made of ruffled tiers of lace net in delicate shades of blue, green, pink, and lavender. D. DUGAN, ’27. Jfrom inboUj From my lofty seat among the trees. I see the curve of the hill, covered with a sea of daisies, nodding their heads in the breeze, like foamy waves. Below, a little cottage nestles between the hills. Its roof like a tiny red dot on the green earth, and all around the trees close in like a fluffy blanket. Further out the sea comes roaring in, its white capped waves dashing against the rocks. A tiny white sail shows on the horizon bobbing up and down, tossed by the wind. In the distance, to my right a church-spire rises in a hazy mist, and I can hear the faint echo of the evening chimes. And looking up I see the azure sky. patched with fleecy white clouds tinted with pink. WINIFRED O’REILLY. '27. Si Picture A little log hut was asleep beneath the branches of the giant pines. The cozy place was undisturbed by the night wind which rustled the leaves on the dark, vine-covered porch. In the fragrant little yard, tall asters shone purple and white, and the yellow plumes of the golden rod nodded sleepily to them in the moonlight. A few stray clouds hurried across the sky. and from the distance came the wail of a lonely dog baying at the moon. The sturdy little hut. however, rested secure and unconcerned beneath the protecting branches of the pine trees. EVELYN RIVERS. '27. Page Eighty =!AUHANi n ■ 111 ■ i n ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ 11 !'■ 3 tfSarben N one of my rambles. I happened on a most beautiful garden. It was sur-rounded by a green hedge overgrown with sweet pea vines. The many colored flowers made the hedge resemble a rainbow. In one corner of the garden were stately hollyhocks in shades of lavender and pink; in another, were lilac bushes loaded with purple blossoms. Blue fringed gentians bordered the path, and dainty yellow and royal purple pansies were scattered here and there. In beds of various shapes were bright red poppies, purple and yellow violets, and orange and yellow and red larkspurs. In the center of the garden was a pool, in which yellow water lilies and blue hyacinths grew. Around the pool was a rose bower of all kinds and colors of roses—American beauties, tea roses, rambling roses of red. pink, yellow and white. In this rose bower was a rustic seat, browned from the sun and rains. After feasting my eyes on this nook of paradise. I continued my ramble hoping some day to have a garden like this of my own. —Elvira Newman. '27. a to tfje Jfarin Billy stood rigidly expectant as the train steamed into the station. As he got on board the engine hissed and panted like some huge animal. Billy’s mother got on board with him. kissed him goodbye, gave the conductor instructions as to his destination and then got off. The train slid away with a roar and Billy was on his way to his grandfather s farm. He had never been there and he wondered somewhat anxiously what it would be like. In a short time he reached the town of A---- and as the conductor lifted him off his grandfather caught sight of him and came forward. Billy threw his arms around him to kiss him but drew back as the prick of the whiskers struck his face. They got into the weather beaten old buggy and in a half hour’s time reached the house. Billy jumped out and ran joyously to the house, where he was encircled in the arms of his grandmother. From the back regions came delicious odors and Billy sniffed them with anticipation. He was led into the kitchen and there on the table stood everything that a little boy could possibly eat. Spicy gingerbread men. rich, creamy milk, delicately browned toast, and last but not least, according to Billy, a plate of big. fluffy doughnuts. Billy ate as if he expected never to eat again and wanted his fill at least once more. He was promised that if he would take a nap now. when he woke up he could see the farm. His grandmother led him up the winding old stairs to a large, airy bedroom. In one corner was a four poster bed. in another an old sea chest, and in another a chair. At the windows hung soft, white ruffled curtains, and the dainty aroma of roses was wafted in from the garden. As his grandmother tucked him into the soft feather bed and covered him with the fluffy coverlet he thought he would always like to live here. Evelyn Emond. 17. Page Eighty one Host It was getting late and I was lost in the midst of a dense forest. I had aimlessly wandered away from the path and could not find my way back. The sun was sinking behind the hills and night was approaching. The stars began to peep out of the sky and the man in moon was smiling down at me as if it were funny to be lost. I stumbled around and the leaves and branches crackled as I walked. Owls were hooting at me from the trees, crickets were singing and frogs croaking. It sent shivers of fear through me. To add to my misery and discomfort a storm was fast approaching. The sky seemed to swallow the stars, the moon blinked a sad farewell and passed behind a cloud: a rolling of thunder sounded as if far away then crescendoed into a crash like the meeting of two trains. The rain fell softly at first then gradually came down in torrents, splashing madly. Drenched in rain I sought shelter in an old cave. I crawled into it tremulous and exhausted: I leaned against the cold, gritty stone of its walls. Then looking up I saw two piercing balls of light staring out of the extreme darkness. I screamed and shouted, but all that I heard was my own echo, and the wailing and moaning of a dog left out in the storm. The eyes of this fierce beast were advancing towards me like the headlights of a car when a flash of lightning illumined the cave and there before me stood a little white kitten who like myself was lost and sought shelter in the cave. Now at least I was not alone. DOROTHY DUGAN, ’27. 3 -pleasant JBap It was a beautiful day so I took a book and went for a walk in the woods. I came upon a shady spot near a brook, and sitting down under a large oak tree began to read Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities. I was fighting my way through the French Revolution when the stillness which surrounded me caused me to lay aside my book. The atmosphere did not fit in with that of the French Revolution and I could not concentrate. What I had not noticed before now attracted my attention. The little brook in front of me was quiet and reserved. The wild rose bushes leaned over the glassy water touching it with their pale pink petals. A short distance from the brook was a small white cottage with green shutters. Around the house was a hedge of bridal wreath. The lattice work on the porch was covered with rambling red roses. The green shutters were open and I could see the dainty white ruffled curtains. The garden on one side of the cottage was filled with dignified hollyhocks and frail white daisies. The apple and plum trees sweetened the air with their fragrance. While I sat by the brook wondering who lived in that heavenly little cottage a bold gray squirrel dropped an acorn on my head reminding me that it was time to go home. DOROTHY DUGAN. '27. Page Eighty-two ®Hoot ?!% ounbs Splash! The sound startled me out of my reverie. I sat up and looked about me. Again a splash! This time I saw a fish jump up in the little brook. I had not noticed how pretty and picturesque the brook was. but now as I heard the water babbling over the stones I began to follow its course with my gaze. On its banks— 'There were small frosted toadstools. And little cups of wine. And velvet banks to rest on Where moss grew thick and fine.” A large, gnarled old oak tree hung over it and its leaves rustled in the breeze like the pages of a book. A little further on. as the water rushed over a pile of stones built up like a dam, it swished and swirled like a whirlwind, then trickled on over the smaller stones. On a willow tree that leaned over the water in a sort of confidential manner, sat a little wood thrush, trilling his cheery song: after a little pause came the answering trill of the mate, sweet and clear like a luliaby of the fairies. In a nearby tree was a family of squirrels eating nuts and holding a conversation of chip. chip. chip. In the distance the low rumble of a lumber wagon could be heard as it came down the road. Autos with purring engines came whizzing by. After some time I got up to go and followed a well worn path to the road, and as I walked I could hear the croak of the frog in the brook and the wood thrush still calling out his cheery note. Bernadette Traun. 27. Page Eighty-three ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ HHataWFJigW ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ Zufie ®0isting tar Here in the city. I'm starving, quite, For a breath of the clean, sweet air; The mystery hills, the smell of sage The folk I've left out there. Those days so brief, were an interlude In a crowded, happy life. A precious jewel of memory That I dream of through the night. A real true pal—a steady horse, A long trail, winding far; Painted sunsets, and then the gleam, 'T he spell of our Wishing star. I pray to have the wish I made. Oh. speed its coming true Just this, dear pal, that your City Pal Might soon be back to you. MARGARET ST. JACQUE, ’29. 3 ®0ant to ftoam When springtime comes I want to roam And fly away to lands unknown. Perhaps to China or Japan And mayhap then to Hindustan I’d fly then to another zone. I'd go to Venice or to Rome. And there I’d see the great round dome Of St. Peter’s near the Vatican When springtime comes. I’d travel o’er the land and foam To cities strange and folk unknown Another place I’d love to scan The Sea of the Mediterranean And then I’d go to Home, Sweet Home.’’ When springtime comes. BERNYCE BROMBACH. ’27. Page Eighty-four ■ riTTi I ■I rnrrn-g 111 ■ 111 ■ 11 rpatnr ■ 111 ■ i n m i ra tit ■ 111 ■ 111 g ftose of lleon THOUGH he had ridden far from the border line of France since early morning Monsieur showed as little signs of fatigue as the gallant horse he rode. Like its rider, it seemed to be made of steel, well tempered. Dusk overtook man and horse just as the walls of Leon heaved in sight. Monsieur had purposely tarried along the way hoping against hope that he would meet with some adventure. Monsieur was always in search of adventure. As he rode, he twirled a flower, a white rose, between his fingers. Often he looked long and quizzically into its winsome depths as though to solve the mystery of the wonderful life therein. That fragrance was truly incense of romance. Monsieur was in search of romance. A horseman, a tall, suave, sort of man. with piercing, slanting eyes, riding leisurely, came upon Monsieur—so engaged. The stranger's casual glance was followed by a laugh. You arc amused. Sir Horseman? Monsieur inquired. The other pointed a finger quivering w'ith mirth, saying. “Your face—it is scratched. Monsieur was well aware of it. The scratch smart woefully. You lack wit.” he said. There are a hundred graceful ways you could express better ridicule over even so small a circumstance. He guessed that his blood and dust-streaked face must appear grotesque. It irked him. He was overly careful of his appearance. On perceiving that the stranger, still laughing, was about to ride away. Monsieur drawled: A moment, perhaps you are of noble birth? At this the other frowned. Has the scratch then blinded you too? he demanded. Monsieur smiled and continued. A while back on the highway I saw a flower that grew high upon a wall—a climbing rose. It was a high wall but a pretty flower. Sir Horseman, and I fancied it. It seemed hard to attain, but the difficult ever appeals to me. I won the rose and suffered this.” He touched his scratched check with a handkerchief of rare lacc. The other muttered an oath of impatience. And what care I for your roses and fancies? Monsieur was still smiling. The rose’s thorns were sharp and cruel since they have made me hideous to your sight: yet my sword is as sharp. You have laughed, sir. and I crave atonement for your amusement. Dismount and I will mark your face as the rose did mine. At this taunt the strange horseman threw himself from the saddle, pulling at the long sword he wore. Fool are you. then. Tired of life? Well. I shall honor you by crossing swords with you. Monsieur grew lively with preparations. As he dismounted, he cried out. At the fifth pass I will sting a rose mark on your left cheek. The stranger growled out a laugh of derision, yet at the third pass he grew wary—at the fourth anxious. The fifth, and lo! the agile point of Monsieur’s sword had as he prophesied, neatly slit his opponent’s face and by another thrust he disarmed him. The man stood defenseless and amazed. Monsieur threw back his head and laughed. “Go. I give you your life.” he said. With the departure of the stranger there came a rustle in the thicket, bordering the highway. close to the Monsieur and a voice hissed out: A noble sword. Monsieur.” Another rustic and the voice was still. Investigation proved fruitless—the source of the mysterious voice had vanished. That evening at the Inn. Monsieur had eaten heartily and now inquired of his man. What of the night. Gaston? A full moon and a slight, warm breeze, sire. Good man! You have done well in selecting this Inn. Bring me my suit of white and silver lace to match the moonlight. He laughed whimsically and then— Is it true that they give a fete tonight in the palace gardens?” It is true. Sire. “Ha. then fetch me a mask also.” But— But what? knave. You mean 1 have no invite to this gaiety? Poof! A trifle. I go without. An assured manner and noble costume marked this way everywhere.” The valet went out and then re-entered. Monsieur, there is someone without, who would speak with you.” Page Eighty-five rProuATm i ri 11 ■ 11 li i n ■ 111 ■Tirana Monsieur paused in his task of arranging the lace of his doublet so that it would fall modishly. “With me? he queried surprised. “Now who in Leon knows of my presence? Rascal, have I not told you to be discreet? You have been babbling. “No sire, no not a word have I said. It is a dwarf, humpbacked and of a most woebegone countenance. His is a lady's message and for your ears alone. “A lady's messenger? Send him in at once.” Gaston flew to his bidding. It was indeed a strange messenger that bowed before Monsieur Deformity ever appealed to Monsieur’s courtesy. “A chair for this gentleman. Gaston. And you may retire.” “Now. Monsieur, are you not mistake? Is it really to me your message is addressed?” “Monsieur, you are fond of adventure?” he inquired. “And if I am. what then? “You wish to go to the fete tonight? If so. I have an invitation for you. That is. it is yours if you are willing to dare much to help a lady in distress.” Monsieur's eyes kindled. “Never have 1 felt unfit for such a deed.” he answered. “Lead on.” “I. explained the dwarf, am the court fool of Leon. You are amused. I sec that such a face as mine should cause mirth. By force of contrast. Sir. I rarely smile hence the King Ferdinand—. I am the prince of laughter. I preach that much of life is a sham, and the courtiers think me a rare wit. Folly is my name and if at times I shed a tear for each tinkle of my fool's bell, the court holds its sides with mirth, mocking my grief. I tell them. I weep for their sins and they arc enraptured. I jest at all things serious and the King rewards me. The chief jester to the King of France is my cousin and once when I paid him a visit I saw you. Monsieur, the idol of the mightiest court of Europe. Talcs of your whims and darings were everywhere in France. That is why I bring this tragic story to you.” The fool spoke in a sing song voice without apparent feeling. “There is a woman at the court of Leon, a most winsome maid. Fairest of all is the Senorita Rosa Gabriellc. She is known as the Rose of Leon and each man would wear her for his own. But the King Ferdinand has commanded that she wed his brother. Don Carlos. A black scoundrel is this Carlos. Sir. Rosa despises him. Her strait is desperate for she is the King's ward and an orphan. Ferdinand's word is. therefore, law. To put off this distasteful betrothal she has claimed to be promised to a gentleman of the court of France since childhood. The Senorita's fortune is large, her influence correspondingly great and Ferdinand, though enraged, dares not to carry out his plan, but if the Rosa s fiance is not tonight presented at the Leon court, she shall be wed to the King s brother. Alas!” the jester's voice began to quiver, “she had depended on her sole relative, a cousin. Monsieur de la Vordens. to aid her and it was but yesterday she learned he was dead in a duel.” The fool’s voice threaded out to a whisper. “Rosa Gabriellc. a sweet sounding name. mused Monsieur. “Aye. sweet but treacherous. There have been many men who have wished to win her who have dared the sword of Don Carlos. A blow', a deal and pouf, their lives are snuffed out. But you have not to fear Don Carlos' arm. You vanquished him on the highway this afternoon. But it is his hireling you will have to combat and he has the never failing thrust which they say he bought from the devil at the price of h's soul. This man is called Lucerne.” “Folly, we must rescue this lady for our honor's sake. Monsieur said. Trembling with emotion the fool grasped Monsieur’s hand and laid it on his breast, “and you will play the part of her fiance from the court of France. Monsieur did not answer him but called to his servant. Gaston, the bay rum ointment, quick! That scratch is still visible. How' may I go to court tonight, such a woeful sight? Gaston. King Ferdinand's own jester has brought me an invitation to the fete. Hand me my cut and thrust rapier.” Two hours later the King of Leon was saying. You are bold. Know you not that Senorita is betrothed to our brother. Don Carlos of Castile? “I have heard that idle rumor, but I ask you. Oh King, how can a maid give her troth to two men?” Ferdinand's brow grew black with rage but he smiled maliciously and whispered to an attendant who glided forth to do his bidding. “No doubt. Monsieur, you would recognize Senorita Rosa. She is little more than a child now.” he said, his voice ringing craftily. We have sent for her.” Monsieur's heart throbbed hard. He was then to behold her. the Rose of Leon, whom he was to rescue from the arms of the king's own brother! He prayed that his wit would not fail him. Page Eighty-six ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ Wflim' ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ The immense apartment was quickly filling with courtiers, some masked, some unmasked. Among the latter. Monsieur recognized Don Carlos, his opponent on the highway. By his side was a gentleman attired in glaring red satin. His long black locks and olive complexion proclaimed him for the Count Lucerne, whose dreaded sword was called the scourge of Naples. Also among the party was the jester. Folly. Monsieur's suspense was finally relieved by a bell that pealed forth loud and clear. Instantaneously from each side of the apartment a group of ladies entered, all fair and winsome without exception. They advanced part way into the room and then removed their masks as though previously instructed in their part. Monsieur stood somewhat aloof, a gallant figure in his suit of white and silver. Ferdinand's voice rang out sneeringly. Senorita Rosa Gabrielle is present, pay your respects. Seemingly at case Monsieur's glance swept the twin ranks of beauty. As if satisfied he made his way jauntily toward one group that fluttered with interest at his regard. He heard Don Carlos' muttered taunt. “The wall is high. Monsieur, and the race is fair. Monsieur smiled and glanced at the fool whose eyes seemed to pop out from his head. He bowed gallantly before the group, his plumed hat sweeping low. “Such beauty I declare. he avowed. Then abruptly wheeling and approaching the others, he keenly scanned these fair ranks. There, far behind, almost hidden in fact by her companions. was surely the one whom he sought. It was a girl of unsurpassed beauty. Nervously twirling a white rose within her fingers. Her eyes were great, fine pools of liquid ebony edged with long black lashes. The hair was blue black and luxurious with a white jeweled comb framing the back of her head. One large red rose was tucked behind her ear and long, graceful earrings dropped from the small lobes. Straight, delicate brows and high cheek bones 'flooded with rich color and scarlet lips to match. A long sinuous neck rose from her brilliantly colored gown. One expressive hand fluttered to her breast where her shawl fell away in folds. There was music in the very draping of this wide fringed shawl. Monsieur's heart leaped with rapture as he knelt before her. “Senorita Rosa Gabrielle.” he cried out clearly. “I have come to claim you with the hope that you will find me worthy. King Ferdinand scowled. Don Carlos muttered fervent maledictions. The face of Folly was glorified with happiness, which was reflected in the old wrinkled face of the Senorita's nurse, who made a strong picture in her gay blue headkerchief. her red and green shawl with a crimson border and a faded silver dress. Her eyes were filled with tears and relief and gratitude, her hands clasped and her lips muttering prayers and blessings. The hand of Senorita Gabrielle rested confidently upon the arm of Monsieur as they strolled into the court rose garden. A glorious moon with silver wand retouched the scene into a fairyland. A breeze played among the roses causing them to nod gently to and fro. whispering to each other mysteriously, discreetly, of strange scenes they had witnessed within that very garden. The Senorita was trying to express her gratitude, but the Monsieur would not listen to her and instead of accepting her thanks he kept begging her for the rose in her hair. She tried to avoid the request but at last yielded him his desired reward As his fingers were crossing around the stem of the flower, a circle of masquers formed around them, pelting them with flowers. Monsieur found himself being separated from the Senorita. The masquers were seemingly occupied with naught but merriment. But Monsieur recognized as their leaders the Italian and Don Carlos and surmised something beyond mere pleasantry. Don Carlos gave one quick look around and then commanded At him men. Monsieur made no resistance, rather he laughed as the circle crowded about him. “You laugh, knave. I make you weep.” cried the count, transfigured with rage which the calm laugh stirred up. Quick, though he was. to pull forth his rapier. Monsieur's was already shining in his hand. Monsieur standing with this circle of enemies, transformed the steel within his hand into an impenetrable defense and sought not to attack this baffled count Lucerne, who wished to provoke an attack so as to allow him the opportunity to get his deadly thrust. The sheen of the moon on the blades made it hard for those around to follow, but they saw in the moonlight the change on the Italian master s face as Monsieur feinted at him. The point of Lucerne’s blade shot out in the fatal secret pass that never before failed. But Monsieur had intently followed the whirling point and as it came forth to sting him he caught the powerful thrust on the hilt of his sword and shattered the count's blade. Lucerne's cry of triumph changed to a moan as he fell to the ground, staining the grass with his life blood. Even as the mercenaries were preparing at Don Carlos' command to plunge their swords into the defenseless Monsieur there came a shout of A rescue! A rescue! and the jester. Folly. Page Eighty-seven riTTnir-MII TBI I 1 I I I I P 111 ■ M I M VLJTJIA 'Nf l I ■ I I I ■ 111 ■! I f III ■ 1II M11TM appeared swinging a huge sword, followed closely by the King and a company of guards. Ferdinand's brow crimsoned with rage at what he saw and he meant to quail Monsieur with his gaze. “Ho! Captain of the guards, arrest this man!” he commanded. The ranks of the guards moved quickly to do the King's bidding, but before a hand was laid on the Monsieur there came a voice trembling with apprehension. The Senorita Rosa stood before the King, her eyes wide with anguish. “It is not just to imprison this man from France. I and I alone am to blame. Monsieur started forward, words of protest on his lips. The King raised his hand and made this decree. “I shall send this man back to France immediately, if you consent to a marriage now with my brother. “I agree. came after one anguished look at Monsieur. Again, if it had not been for the guards. Monsieur would have come forward and objected bur a voice rang out. “Nay there, way for a messenger from the King of France. Through the open line of guards came a booted and spurred figure, at the sight the jester gave a shrill cry. “The Count de la Var dens. he shouted. The count after dismounting, first of all bent his knees before his cousin and chided her for believing him dead in a duel. Then turning to Monsieur he shouted aloud: “Your grace, the King of France desires your presence at his side and he entitles you his best beloved and promises high honors. Bowing before his kinswoman he proclaimed. I speak for my King. These two are under his protection. The King Ferdinand could hardly restrain himself. He made a mighty effort, aid- ed by the thought of the difference in age and power of the kingdom of France and of Leon. After one glance at the Senorita who was in earnest conversation with her cousin. Monsieur turned away and presently came upon the terrace before which the moon flooded a clear world that seemed to slumber in a dream of rare contentment. Monsieur sighed. Was that not an answered sigh behind him? He turned. The Senorita stood there: I followed—Monsieur —I know not why—but I followed.” she faltered. Suddenly Monsieur knew. His adventurous spirit had at last met the great adventure. He cried out joyously, triumphantly. “Rosa Gabrielle! Rose of Leon! And so be it. ELVIRA BRANDES. ’26. Page Eighly-eiffht ■ MTrrrnii i ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ m ■iih auliani i i ■ 111 ■ in■!11 ■ irrrmwiu ■ Come toitl) fHe Oh come with me. to the meadow bright Where green grass grows to no great height And watch the farmers on their way Starting at morn to cut the hay. It surely will give you all delight. To see the stream near the meadow bright That dance there all day and night And watch the children at their play Oh come with me. The cows are in the pasture bright Where fleecy clouds float soft and light And flowers bloom the live long day And from this place you ne’er will stray For all is peace and calm till night Oh come with me. AGNES HICKEY, ’28. Cljeer tHp Let’s help along from day to day Let’s cheer us up. Don't always say I can't. That makes us all feel blue Be happy and keep smiling too Don’t be like March. We all like May. You’ve seen these men who like to say I’m 'fraid it’s going to rain today When all the sky is clear and blue. Let's help along. Let’s join and sing some pretty lay When someone’s blue be sure to say Cheer up. dear friend, this will not do Why be so sad? Some tale untrue? Just drop it. Sing our pretty lay. Let’s help along. EUNICE HARPER. '28. Page Highly nine ■ Mill I I 111 I TIT ■ III ■ 111 ■ 111 I )I1ANI I I ■] II ■IIIMH I Bill ■mm fatten Spring i as Come When Spring has come in bright array And all the world is light and gay And winter has been put in pawn And rosy colors come with dawn We welcome Spring with her display. When buds in their beautiful way Begin to ope, we long to play And watch the gambol of a fawn When Spring has come. When all the birds who went away Have come back here awhile to stay We’ll see them hop upon the lawn Continual all day from dawn. And with their singing Him they pay When Spring has come. ELLA VANDER HYDEN, '28. Baton Dawn is an exquisite, magic thing With colorful beauty breaking thru. The morning lights have kissed The thin blue clouds. Through the grey misty sheen Swallows pass. Heavy winged butterflies flit O’er meadows swathed in Crystal dew. The brilliant hue of the wild flowers Is softened and toned By the morning’s shaded beauty. Upon the lilac Glitter silvery, pearly dew And all the world in beauty lay. Veda Akin. '27. Page Ninety SSDUANf 11 ■ 1 11 ■ 111 ■ ILTJQITJilli ITU Page Ninety-one i-’r±=-fe- paduanitibi Minfin inifimm GRADUATES EIGHTH GRADE James Abdella Joseph M. Connors Elizabeth A. Carter Agnes Condon Bernice E. De Laria Francis V. Duggan Genevieve M. Dudek Vivian H. Flannery Helen M. Garscia Dominic J. Hale Agnes M. Hoy William P. Herbert George M. Hallman Eleanor M. Kron Peter P. Kojetan Madeline A. Mengelkoch Lucille McPartland Isabelle H. Patro Janet M. Rose Annabelle M. Ryan Evelyn E. Ryan Elder J. Strommen Raymond M. Strommen Roy J. Somers Anthony J. Stasik George F. Sampson Wahib J. Saba Walter H. Smith George W. Wagner Joseph F. Williams Alice Willette Margaret N. Wicherski ffn SCHOLARSHIP Joseph M. Connors Bernice E. DeLaria PUNCTUALITY 100% Margaret Wicherski Faye Ninety-two GENTLEMANLY DEPORTMENT lllliliiJJlTMlllBIllg Raymond Strommen Joseph Connors LADYLIKE DEPORTMENT Genevieve Dudek Eleanor Kron Madeline Mengelkoch Lucille McPartland Eveline Ryan Four year scholarship to St. Anthony High School, awarded by Rev. E. J. Wilbee: Won by Bernice DeLaria. Payc Ninety-three I ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ nu mi ■■■■ HONOR ROLL Bernice De Laria Joseph Connors Lucille McPartland Janet Rose Eleanor Kran Dominic Hale Raymond Strommen Madeline A. Mengelkoch George Sampson Isabelle Patro Elizabeth Carter Pane Ninety-four JAU U A N IT I m I 11 ■ m ■ 1 J.1.M 11JJI1.111.1 LTJ CLOSING EXERCISES Chorus—“On Venice Waters Roeder Essay—“Ireland's Share in America’s Fight for Independence Bhrnice De Laria Conferring of Diplomas—Rev. E. J. WlLBEE Address—Rev. E. J. WlLBEE Violin Solo—ANTHONY STASIK Chorus—“Sing Hoelzel RESCUED BY RADIO IN TWO ACTS CHARACTERS Madge—The Hostess Janet—A Guest at the House Party Bob—Her Young Sister -.... Helen—Another Guest Lucia—A Strange Visitor .....-..... Kitty—A Maid Miss Price—A Young Nurse Ray—Madge’s Brother _____ Clem} His Guests Burt ( Robin—Another Strange Guest __ ... Kito—A Jap Boy Janet Rose I. Patro B. De Laria L. McPartland Genevieve Dudek ______ Elizabeth Carter ________________ Agnes Hoy W. Herbert .... ... ..... A Dominic Hale Walter Smith G. Sampson R. Strommen Time—The Present Scene—Porch of Madge’s Home SYNOPSIS Act I. Radio waves register a kidnaping, an escape, a hold-up and a stray message, “Crag’s Head, Eleven. Act II. Further events bring about an exciting rescue and a surprising revelation in regard to the mysterious visitors. Page Ninety-five ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ mi ■■■■ THE JUNIOR NEWS EDITORIAL STAFF Editor in Chief Associate Editor Business Manager Art Editor Associate Art Editors Joke Editor Personals Editor Janet Rose Bernice De Laria Joseph Connors Agnes Hoy Elizabeth Carter Walter Smith Dominic Hale Vivian Flannery SCHOLARSHIP TO DE LA SALLE INSTITUTE Won by John Dominic Hale PALMER CERTIFICATES M. Lucille McPartland Janet M. Rose Page Ninety-six I mil il ■111.111 !■ ilia III ■I11HAULJANI I I K i 111111MILLMJ11 ■ Ml 111 LI BERNICE E. DE LARIA FIRST PRIZE WINNER IN 1926 IRISH ESSAY CONTEST IRELAND S SHARE IN AMERICA S EIGHT FOR INDEPENDENCE In reviewing the settlement of the colonies and the history of the Revolutionary War. it is easy to see that Ireland had a large share in America's victorious fight for independence. Irish sons and daughters were taught to love freedom: and an early attempt by them to gain it in their new-found land was but an echo of that feeling which they had in their hearts. It was the height of ambition for some to visit America: so. when the fight for freedom arose, they came across the seas to fight by the side of other foreigners, who. too. had come to offer their assistance, and who shared the hardships of the American soldiers. It is recorded that in the Revolutionary War one hundred and fifty minute men. and fifteen hundred officers were Irish, or of Irish descent. In fact one-half the American army was Irish. W. E. Robinson declared. “There was no battlefield in the Revolution in which Irish blood did not flow freely for American Independence.” Ireland furnished some of the best soldiers that served under Washington. Richard Montgomery. a son of Ireland, commanded a large expedition against Quebec. In doing so he attempted to destroy the strongest fortification in America. He might have taken the city had he not been mortally wounded in the battle. James Clinton, another Irishman, took his command. General John Stark, born of Irish parents in Londonderry. New Hampshire, made himself famous in the battles of Lexington. Bunker Hill, and I renton. After his successes in the battle of Bennington, he was raised to the front rank among America's most renowned heroes. Anthony Wayne, called “Mad Anthony. of Irish ancestry, took a leading part in the surrender of Cornwallis. He was made commander of the forces against the Indians, whom he thoroughly defeated. Before he died he told them he would rise from his grave against them, if they broke their treaty. John Sullivan, needless to say. was another Irishman, who gave his services to the cause of the revolution. Learning from Paul Revere that British forces were coming to take supplies stored in Fort William and Mary at Newcastle. Ncwhampshire. he and a company of men surprised the invaders, and for the first time in American history, the English flag was torn down. Stephen Maylan was born in Clark. Ireland, in 1734. He. too. gave his support to the cause of the revolution, and joined the American army. Washington recommended him to Congress, and he was chosen to be Commissary General of the Continental army. He fought with Wayne in Pennsylvania, and with General Green at the close of the war. In thanks for his services he was brevetted to the rank of brigadier-general. Edward Fitzgerald, an Irish patriot, was born near Dublin. Ireland. He distinguished himself at the close of the war, and was severely wounded at the battle of Eutaw Springs. Thomas Fitzsimmons. also born in Ireland, took a prominent part in the war. serving close to Washington: he was a member also of the convention, whose deliberation produced the written constitution. Page Ninety-seven ssgLjaxiAEzrri mi i i ■ m bii i ■i,:i miTm Charles Thompson from County Derry, was a confidential friend of every leader in the colonies during the war. Daniel Morgan, a native of Ireland, was the hero of Cawpens. North Carolina. where he and five hundred men. mostly Irishmen, defeated twice their number of British soldiers. Andrew Lewis from Donegal served with his four brothers during that trying war. Edward Hand of Kerry served as a surgeon in the war. and won distinction. Edmund Burke, a British statesman, and native of Ireland, opposed the various acts of parliament, and declared that America deserved to be treated with more consideration. He disapproved of the war. considering it unwise on the part of England. He thoroughly understood the colonists and their position because he was far-seeing and democratic. John Barry, a naval officer, and the father of the American navy, was easily the foremost figure in the navy. Congress appointed him to the command of the Lexington, with which he captured the Atlanta, the first British war ship to be taken by an American cruiser. This deed aroused much enthusiasm among the Americans. Howe offered Barry one hundred thousand dollars and a command in the British navy if he would desert the American cause. Barry indignantly replied. “Not the value and command of the whole British fleet can seduce me from the cause of my country. We can judge Barry's character from his conduct in this incident. When the Declaration of Independence was signed, thirteen of the thirty-nine signers were Irish, including John Hancock, president of the Continental Congress. The Irishmen who signed that important document were: Matthew Thornton. William Whipple. James Smith. James Wilson. George Taylor. Thomas Lynch. Jr.. Edward Rutledge. George Reed. Thomas McKean. Charles Carrol of Carrolton. Thomas Nelson. Jr., and Philip Livingston. I hope some day the world will more fully recognize and appreciate the fact that Ireland gave us the help we needed most, namely, encouragement, advice, financial support, and last, but not least, her beloved sons' blood to help us to win that freedom we were striving so valiantly to gain. When we broke loose from the apron strings of England, and started to build up what is now the greatest nation in the world, they stepped into the scene of combat, and remained by our side, until America could safely stand on her own victorious feet. BERNICE DE LARIA, Grade Eight. PRIZE WINNERS IN IRISH ESSAY CONTEST 1. Bernice De Laria 3. William Herbert 2. Lucille McPartland HONORABLE MENTION Janet Rose Walter Smith Joseph Connors George Sampson Page Ninety-eight PAI 'LIANITIMIIIBIIIBIII Jill 11 HEM BASEBALL TEAM Catcher Joseph Connors Pitchers Anthony Stasik, Nasser Saba First Base George Betzler Second Base Francis Leterneau Third Base Melvin Monette Short Stop Robert Adamson Left Field Robert Korogi Center Field Lawrence Schwartz Right Field Wallace Fitzgerald Substitutes: Infield James Abdella Outfield Bernard Kiesner Wallerius Coach. Vincent Director. Father Brennan Cheer Leader. George Sampson Page Ninety-nine ■ DTI mi I I ■Tl I W I'll B 111 B 11 H-WLHJ.A NI I I ■ I I I ■ 111 ■ 11 I ■ I ! I ■ 111 TITl SEVENTH GRADE THE PLAY AND BOOK THAT I LIKE BEST One of the shows 1 like best is the Covered Wagon. I saw the play and read the book, written by Emerson Hough. Unlike other plays by the same name, the Covered Wagon in the movies told the story almost the same as the book. This book gave me an idea of how the pioneers suffered. It showed the treachery of the Indians, the prairie fires, mutiny among the wagons, and the suffering of the people who broke down with fever. Of all books or moving pictures. I enjoyed this story most. GRACE MULCAHY. THE BOOK I LIKE BEST The book I like best is The Shortstop. because it shows what a young man can do if he really wants to. This book is about a young man living with his mother; he has a crippled brother. He works in a factory and is laid off. He goes to another town to get a job and there he hears they need a baseball pitcher so he signs a contract to pitch. When he pitches the first game the other team chases him out of town because he would not let them hit the ball. He left this town and went to the next, where he signed a contract to play shortstop. He was very successful and brought his mother and brother to this town to live and they were well cared for from then on. This story shows that a young man can be fine regardless of difficulties. F. LETOURNEAU. MY FAVORITE AUTHOR AND WHY The most interesting books I've ever read were written by a well known author. Zane Grey. He is a favorite of many, therefore, his books are in great demand. Mr. Grey knows what the people like, and accordingly gives his best to them. Most of his books are of a western type. They treat of cowboys and their life. Mr. Grey occasionally writes about sports, but only as a diversion. Many of his stories are put on the screen. 1 his author lives in the West and he knows its mysteries; that is probably why his stories are so interesting. GEORGE BETZLER. Page One Hundred mi ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ana mi ■■■■ mi ■■■■ s c|)ool Daps Page One Hundred One ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ SIXTH GRADE FAVORITE BOOKS Queen’s Promise Little Women Treasure Island Little Maid of Mohawk Valley The Submarine Boys. LIVE WIRES Live Wires is the motto for the Sixth Grade. It means that we are going to be up and doing in both our work and play. Our colors are lavender and pale green. A WINTER EVENING “Be sure and put the cat out.” called my mother, as the door closed behind her. She and father had gone to the theater, so I was to be left alone all evening. I settled myself comfortably in an easy chair before the fireplace with a dish of candy and a few apples at my elbow. I was reading an interesting book entitled ‘'Treasure Island” with its curious pirates and mysterious adventures. Suddenly I stopped for someone was walking in the kitchen. A cold perspiration broke out on my forehead and my hair stood on end. The night being a windy one. of course 1 blamed it cn the wind. I started to read again but my mind was not on my book. I would find myself listening for the awful footsteps. At last preferring risk to suspense. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen. There, instead of a terrible priatc with drawn sword and clinched fist, ready to cut off my head with not a moment's notice, was nothing but our old cat running and jumping around the kitchen. I could have kissed her as 1 put her out the door. Just the same 1 was rather uneasy until mother and dad came home. DOLORES PAYETTE. Paje One Hundred Two ■ 1HB111 ■!!! ■! I I ■ I II ■ 11 I ■ I 1TP5 FIFTH GRADE FAVORITE BOOKS Toby Tyler Robin Hood Robinson Crusoe Shawnee's Warning Jack, the Young Ranchman HEIDI I like the story of Heidi because it tells of the life of a little girl about my own age. I like Heidi because she is kind and thoughtful. She is always trying to do some kind deed for someone. She is especially kind to her crippled cousin, Clara. The story also tells many things about different animals. This makes the story very interesting as I am very fond of animals. Heidi was written by Johanna Spyri. Dorothy Fleetham, PETER PAN The best story I have ever read was Peter Pan. Peter lived with the fairies in Neverland. Peter taught Wendy and her brothers how to fly. I like to read about fairies. That is why this book is my favorite. Peter Pan was written by James M. Barrie. Mildred Sampson. THE BOY SCOUTS OF SNOWSHOE LODGE The Boy Scouts of Snowshoe Lodge is my favorite book. It is a story of a troop of boy scouts who were camping in the north. It tells of the many kind deeds the troop did. They were always trying to make someone happy. I liked the scout they called Wise Guy because he was always thinking up new ideas. I am not yet old enough to be a scout but I will join a troop as soon as I am twelve years of age. Eugene Vorpahl. Page One Hundred Three FOURTH GRADE FAVORITE STORIES King of the Golden River Golden Fleece Peter Pan The Blue Fairy Book The Enchanted Horse THE BLUE FAIRY BOOK I like the Blue Fairy Book because it keeps you wondering what is coming next. The Blue Fairy Book tells of many interesting fairies. Lorraine Connoy. PETER PAN I like Peter Pan because it combines a pirate story, with a fairy story. Peter Pan is such a care-free character. Dorothy McGowan. THE ENCHANTED HORSE I like the story of the Enchanted Horse because it is about an animal. I like animals very much. The horse is a magic horse and brings wealth to its master. Evelyn Wray. Paye One Hundred Four =mi UANr_-Ll.MlllBllinTM lll ■IIIBIH THIRD GRADE FAVORITE STORIES Merry Animal Tales. Goody Two Shoes. Black Beauty. Sleeping Beauty. MY FAVORITE STORY “Sleeping Beauty” is the best story I ever read. This story is my best story because Sleeping Beauty was a very good girl. I liked her father and her mother, too. ROSE MARY LONG. I like “Black Beauty” best because it is about an animal. The animal is a horse. I love animals. That is why I like Black Beauty” best. ELOISE PARADIS. I like the story of “Merry Animal Tales” best. I do like Blackie. Blackie always did as he was told. MARY JANE DERUS. I like Huckleberry Finn.” He had many adventures. He was always in trouble and mischief. Huckleberry Finn had lots of scarey adventures. FRANK SHAFSKY. Page One Hundred Five ■w ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ Hnaiawif igiBBB ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■ A FIRST AND A SECOND FAVORITE STORIES The Sunbonnet Babies in Holland. The Three Bears. The Wee Wee Woman. The Three Wishes. The Three Billy Goat’s Gruff. Little Red Riding Hood. THE SUNBONNET BABIES I like the story of the Sunbonnet Babies. They crossed the sea in a boat. They were like two dolls. They counted the windmills and the cows. The Dutch cousins played with them. The Sunbonnet Babies wrote a letter to the Overall Boys. The Sunbonnet Babies went to visit their grandma and grandpa. One of the Sunbonnet Babies fell into the water. The captain showed her a sea dog. LILLIAN ERLER. THE WEE WEE WOMAN I like the Wee Wee Woman. The Wee Wee Woman had a wee wee house. I like it because at night the wee wee woman heard a noise. She went up her stairs and looked under her table and chairs. There was nothing there. I like it because it is funny. The wee wee woman went to bed again and she heard a noise again. She went upstairs again but she could not find anything. Then the wee wee woman looked in her cupboard and out jumped Boo. CATHERINE SHAUGHNESSY. Paye One Hundred Six I1I11JJ1IJ11 11 1 1 ■ lllBlllBlllPAiJEliaiaillMIllBlllBUIl'ill'Bllll'Iiri SECOND GRADE FAVORITE STORIES St. Valentine’s Story The Helping Hand The Little Guards Little Red Riding Hood. THE LITTLE RED HEN Once upon a time there was a little Red Hen. She was going out in the woods. On her way she met a fox. The fox was carrying a sack. He put the little Red Hen into the sack. The fox went to sleep by a rock. Then the little Red Hen thought of her scissors. She cut a hole in the sack. Dan CONNOY, Grade Two. THE STORY OF WILLIAM TELL Once upon a time there was a man and a boy. The king said to the man. You have to shoot an apple off the boy's head. If you don't do it I will kill you. The man shot the apple off the boy’s head. Then the king said that was a square shot. Edward McCONVILLE. Second Grade. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Once upon a time there was a little girl whose name was Red Riding Hood. She w'ent to her grandma's. She told her not to stop on the way. She picked some flowers. The wolf ran after her. The grandma was sick. The wolf killed the grandma. Then the man killed the wolf. CARL FEIGAL. Second Grade. Pave One Hundred Seven m ■ 111 ■ 111 M.rnworn ■ in■ ittf ijtjaNnri111 ■ 111■ iimu ■ 111■ 11u FIRST GRADE FAVORITE STORIES Binkie and the Bell Dolls Jack Rabbit's Visit The Fox and the Cock Ned's Visit to Grandmother THE BLESSED MOTHER S LULLABY I like the story of The Blessed Mother's Lullaby best because she took care of Baby Jesus just like my mother takes care of me. PETER MCGOWAN. BOBBY AND THE YELLOW CHICKEN Bobby spent the summer with his grandma on the farm. 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De La Salle High School St. Mary's Hospital Nicollet Island. Minneapolis. Minn. I'raining School for Nurses Under the Direction of the Christian 2500 Sixth Street South Minneapolis Brothers New. Larger and Better Accommoda- An accredited school conducted by the tions Sisters of St. Joseph Last Word in School Equipment The lecturers and instructors are espe- Pull High School Course with Com- daily selected mercial Advantages in the last two Complete course of training for nurses years of High School in a modern thoroughly equipped Pall Term Opens September 8 hospital Gladstone 2212 Address: The Supt. of the Training School To Show You is to Shoe You ESTABLISHED 169- Home TradeJk Shoe Store .■ 217-223 NICOLLET Edmund C Bates. Pres Phone Main 5767 Quality and Workmanship OHIO PICTURE FRAME CO. Sheet Pictures. Mouldings. Mirrors, Picture Framing. Art Gifts 110 Fourth St. South Artist's Material a Specialty Minneapolis, Minn. Compliments of the LYDIA DARRAH CANDY SHOPS. Inc. Our candies are making this world a sweeter place in which to live.” THE C. REISS COAL CO. 704 Marquette Ave. Main 6181 Curly hair, combed back slick. And best of all in Arithmetic. ELDER STROMMER. Your friend—and mine. RAYMOND STROMMER. They say he was once caught studying—uh huh. GEORGE WAGNER. That Wild Irish R-r-rose. ROY SOMMERS. 1 don't care how you spell my name. To me it s always just the same. MARGARET WISCHERSKI. Only Shoe Store in the city carrying special measurement footwear for women. Sizes 1 to 12 AAAA to EEEEE Expert Shoe Fitters Employed Let Us Fit the Kiddies D AND O SHOE CO. 25 So. 5th St. Between Hennepin and Nicollet STUDEBAKER Associate Dealers BYERS-PATRO MOTOR CO. Inc. 114-116 5th St. S. E. Gl. 2093 Main 6370 J. D. ARMITAGE OPTOMETRIST The Leader Minneapolis CASEY HOBAN TRANSFER We Deliver the Goods Courteous Efficient Service At. 1468 423 So. 5th St. ■ 111 ■ 111 ■ 11 ocm m 111 ■ 111 ■ i n ha au a n n i m m ■ m i b 111 ■ 111 ■ m ■ 11 u ACME WINDOW CLEANING COMPANY Cleans Our Windows 818 Hennepin Gen. 2291 Dinsmore 6655 R. T. DIBB Manufacturer and dealer in Marble and Granite Monuments and Headstones All Kinds of Cemetery Work 1025 Central Avenue Residence. 1007 Central Avenue Minneapolis. Minn. ROSE DRUG CO. The Live Prescription Store Leo G. Garske 303 E. Hennepin Ave. Minneapolis. Minn. CASTLE. The Potato Man Wholesale and Retail Potatoes, Fancy Fruits, and Vegetables Phone. Gladstone 2256 504 E. Hennepin Ave. That sweet, little, eternal smile Is one of many, that is worth while. GEORGE SAMPSON. He could play on the floor and also on the fiddle. But how he could do it. was always a riddle. ANTHONY STOSIK. My first name is Alice, My last is Wallette. Tis my first year in St. Anthony And I like it you bet. ALICE WALLETTE. I was accused of having my homework the other day. JOSEPH WILLIAMS Our Specialty: Quality Without Extravagance JOHN J. DORSEY Furniture of Character South 1504 2938-40 Nic. Ave. Granville 6692 Class Rings F. E. BETLACH CO. Diamonds Manufacturers of Jewelry Diamond Setters engravers and watch repairing Class 1927 231-36 Loeb Arcade MAIER ELECTRIC CO. Electrical Contractors 231 East Hennepin Avenue Dinsmore 4781 Minneapolis Gladstone 1045 EMIL HEUSBOURG SHOES AND GENTS’ FURNISHINGS PROMPT SHOE REPAIRING 600-602 Monroe Street Northeast Minneapolis. Minn. PALJ1JAN1.1 I glllBIIIBIIIT'UnmTEIia COMPLIMENTS OF SPARTA CANDY MERWIN DRUG COMPANY Cherry 3108 West Broadway at Lyndale MAUREN 0 KAROW CENTRAL PROVI- COMPANY SION CO. HARDWARE. PAINTS AND SHEET Dealers in METAL WORKS HIGH GRADE MEATS. SAU- 1019 Main Street N. E. SAGE. FISH AND POULTRY Gladstone 2326 126 East Hennepin Avenue As romantic as his name. DOMINIC HALE. He I kes fun. and he likes jokes Just as well as other folks. WILLIAM HERBERT. Slow and easy, if you wanna Get along with me. GEORGE HALLMAN. NELSON 0 NELSON Wc specialize on Class Pins. Rings and Fraternity Emblems Class 1925 and 1926 231-236 Loeb Arcade Happy am I. from care I'm free. Why aren't they all contented like me? AGNES HOY. She studied all day. she studied all night. Always her lessons exactly right. ELEANOR KRON. Hit 'em hard, hit 'em low. Come on Pete, let s go. PETER KOGETIN. ELSEN 0 PETERS HEATING AND PLUMBING Our Work and Service Satisfies' 158 13th Ave. N. E. Dinsmorc 4062 First You will find a in Distinct Advantage in banking at East St. Anthony Falls Office Mpls. First National Bank MIDLAND NATIONAL BANK AND TRUST COMPANY MINNEAPOLIS Resources $24,000,000.00 gum in pau lj a ram •i-Bininn THIELEN PRINTING CO. Printers of the PADUAN Phone Ge. 1109 ALLEN « BERG CO. HIGH GRADE WATCHES. DIAMONDS AND JEWELRY Watch and Jewelry Repairing 16 SOUTH THIRD STREET Formerly the W. M. Stone Jewelry Store Minneapolis. Minn. NORTHWESTERN COSTUME HOUSE Furnished the Costumes for -MONSIEUR BEAUCAIRE and “THE UPPER ROOM An answer to a youth's prayer. MADELINE MENGELKOCH. Lucy's a maiden, sweet and fair. Who never wears rosebuds in her hair. LUCILLE MCPARTLAND. There was a little girl, who had a little curl. But she was never horrid. ISABELLA PATRO. COMPLIMENTS OF LAMBERT TRANSFER CO. “Say It With Flowers” LYNES' THE EAST SIDE FLORIST 206 East Hennepin Ave. Telephone. Gladstone 1230 Quality and Service is our motto COMPLIMENTS OF THE CATHOLIC BOOK STORE ST. PAUL. MINN. In knowledge she's the grapes of the vine. Her words are large, her marks are fine. JANET ROSE. I'll be merry. I'll be free. I'll be sad for nobody. ANNABELLE RYAN. Black hair -blue eyes—'snuf said. EVELYN RYAN. Phone: Residence Dins. 7687 Dins. 1033 BYE BROTHERS BATTERIES. TIRES. ACCESSORIES 410 Adams St. N.E. 41 1 Fifth St. N.E. O. W. BYE—E. C. BYE Ask Your Grocery For Dandelion Brand BUTTER. CANNED CORN AND PEAS Packed by SAMELS BROTHERS' COMPANY iii i«i 11 am ■ 111 ■ i ii Mmnn LzusHiri ■ iiimii iiibiiibiiibmh • PAUL ABDO GROCERIES AND CONFECTIONS Cor. 2nd St. 0 8th Avc. N. E. COMPLIMENTS OF JOHN M. GLEASON 111 SOUTH 9th ST. CHRIS MERGEN DEPARTMENT STORE 1302 2nd St. N. E. QUADY CANDY CO. “Quady for Quality 1729 Washington Avenue North Hyland 7248 BUG HOUSE FABLES Latin Teacher: Girls, talk as loud as you please. Chem. Teacher: You had better not carry your books home. You might get brain fever. Mother: I'm afraid I will have to let you have recess for an hour as the Sisters will be in conference. NOTICE! In the conference mentioned the Sisters have decided not to give final exams. COMPLIMENTS OF McClellan paper COMPANY BARNEY 0 BARNEY FIRE INSURANCE. MORTGAGE LOANS. REAL ESTATE 207 East Hennepin Ave. GEO. J. BETZLER 0 SON Manufacturers' Contractors Cement Building Blocks and Foundations. Floor Work a Specialty Cement Construction Office and Residence: 3 300 Holmes Avc. S. Factory: 2622 Marshall St. N. E. The Best of Everything in Music for Church. Home or Concert use MUSIC AND MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS Violins. Mandolins. Guitars. Ukuleles and other string instruments: Cornets. Flutes. Clarinets and other wind instruments: Music Stands. Music Rolls and Bags, at lowest prices consistent with quality. Paul A. Schmitt Music Co. 729 Nicollet Avc. Minneapolis. Minn. mill I I Bill ■ I I I ■ I II ■niBliUJ.AIJHANI I I Ml I I ■ 111 ■ 11 I ■ III ■IIIMW DR. DAVID M. SIMONETTI DENTIST 400 East Hennepin Ave. Minneapolis • COMPLIMENTS OF DRS. LAPIERRE DR. B. J. BRZENSKI DENTIST 26 Emerson Ave. No. Hyland 3452 Office Phone Res. Phone Dins. 7122 Lo. 4360 DR. A. A. LITIN DENTIST Hours 9 to 12. 1 to 6. Evenings and Sundays by appointment. FALK BUILDING 4th St. Central Ave. Minneapolis Mother promised that she would recreate half an hour with us every day. Chem. Teacher: It won’t be necessary for you to stay after school on Tuesdays. Girls: Oh. please let us stay! Girls: Is that all the history we arc going to have for home work? Girls, please run across the front of the room. Pastor: Make all the improvements in the school that you wish and send me the bill. The girls who have study period the first period need not come to school until it is time for the second period. Finis. MONSIEUR BUGHOUSE. DR. E. N. FONTAINE DENTIST 600 Physicians and Surgeons Bldg. Nicollet Ave. and Ninth St. Minneapolis DO NOT FORGET The Good Old Adage: That a tooth in time will save nine. A Tooth brush is a good habit and Your dentist is your best Friend. Dr. Hilary J. Maze 1300 2nd St. N. E. Di. 5050 You can't be optimistic if you have misty optics” Dr. M. S. Lockwood Optometrist Whitney-MacGrcgor Minneapolis. Minn. Main 4060 Compliments of Dr. H. J. Lilienfeld DENTIST 1 228 2ND ST. N. E. Gladstone 2301