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

Text from Pages 1 - 156 of the 1927 volume:

t The Paduan 1927 Published by Students of St. Anthony High School Minneapolis, Minnesota VOLUME III i |Mn The Christ'Child and Saint Anthony Rapt in that love which has its birth in awe, The Saint, in his devotions so intent, Looked up to Heaven, in light above him bent, Feeling some bond his spirit thither draw. Whence came in olden timesthe thundered Law, The lightnings of whose words the heavens rent; And there, in ecstasy of ravishment, The Christ-Child in all loveliness he saw. Then slowly from amidst the Seraphim The Visitant Celestial came to him, And in his raptured arms found sweet embrace; And as a foretaste of eternal bliss, Imprinted on his cheek a heavenly kiss, A Miracle of Glory and of grace. GEORGE BENSON HEWITSON DEDICATION To the Faculty of St. Anthony High School whose undaunted devotion to Truth, whose untiring zeal for our spiritual uplifting and endless striving for our temporal betterment have been our inspiration, this book is lovingly and tenderly dedicated. CONTENTS Classes Literature Religion History Science Organization Activities Drama Music Alumnae Feature FOREWORD In these pages is reflected the spirit of Saint Anthony High School. The school is small in the number of students, but large in loyalty. This spirit of loyalty has been the dominant characteristic of all those who have been in years past members of the student body, and who are now stanch and faithful Alumnae. We wish this Paduan to be a reminder to our parents that we are grateful to them for the many sacrifices they have made to send us to this school, and to prove to them that we have tried to make ourselves worthy of devoted self-sacrificing parents. CLASSES tf PADUAN a PADUAN STAFF Editor in Chief ... JOHANNA COLLINS Assistant Editor in Chief ALICE SANDEFUR Associate Editor BERNADETTE TRAUN Business Manager HARRIET SHAUGHNESSY Assistant Business Manager ROSE RAPACZ Art Editor WINIFRED O'REILLY Assistant Art Editor Marie Dudek Feature Editor .............. . Veda Akin Social Editor EVELYN RlVBRS Joke Editor Charotte TONRY Personal Editor ..................................... Elvira NEWMAN Assistant Personal Editor JANE ADAMSON CLASS EDITORS Juniors Mary Agnes Eli.is Dorothy Myers Sophomores Dorothy Peterson Sylvia Chapman Freshmen Bernice DeLaria Elizabeth Post ttP 7 W tf PAPUAN iJ Jane Adamson Lively indeed, and never glum. She surely is a wonderful chum. Veda Akin She always knows her lesson. She never causes an extra session. Veronica Barrett A charming maid is she. The kind we all would like to be. Bernice Brombach A mighty fine girl to meet And just as clever as she is sweet. Marcella Brouillard A sweet brunette with a winning smile. She has captured our hearts for a long, long while. Johanna Collins A studious maid with a scholarly way. Her golden hair has many a wave 8 w PADUAN Marie Dudek With her pen so clever Success will attend her ever. Evelyn Emond Merry is she with deep blue eyes. A heart full ol fun. she's bright as the skies. Grace Givens Shy. bashful and quiet as the snow A dear girl—we never will know. Mary Howley A sweet little girl with manners and class. Not in the school a more dignified lass. Margaret Kihrce Who does not know her bewitching smile? Though charming and sweet, yet with out guile. Elvira Newman Fair as a lily and happy as a lark. In her history class. A. What a mark! 9 PADUAN Winifred O’Reilly A gentle maid with features fair, A step so light, a grace so rare. Alice Offerman A maid with a musical brain. She studies her lessons to a musical strain. Rose Rapacz Her soft brown eyes and Titian hair. In our Beauty Contest’’—none could compare. Evelyn Rivers A little girl with clever ways. Have you met her winsome gaze? Alice Sandeeur School spirit—wonderful—pep! As one of the Council, she makes them step. Harriet Shaughnessy Happy, peppy, alive with fun Ever busy; on the run. 10 Itf PADUAN is Mary Stecz Until she has done her very best. Our little Mary will never rest. Montana Tong If you tease her about being short. You will receive a quick retort. Charlotte Tonry Here is a girl, though always gay. Can be serious in her way. Bernadette Traun A peppy girl with an original line. Success is hers at any time. 1 1 PADUAN tji tf CLASS HISTORY The first Tuesday of nineteen twenty-three, the doors of St. Anthony High School were thrown wide to receive us. a group of cheery-faced, ambitious girls who wished to enter the F reshman Class. We were greeted cordially, and as we were congenial we became acquainted the first day. On my first morning. I was given a front seat, and from my place of vantage I glowed with pleasure at seeing such different types of girls enter the room. There was the fair-haired girl from the north, with large eyes, fluffy, yellow hair, a sweet mouth, and a graceful walk. The next girl I noticed was a tall. slim, girl of a shy nature: she had a decided mouth, and her hair was her one beauty. I knew at once, that I would like her. Following her. came two girls, arm in arm, evidentally chums during the grades. One was a pale, blueeyed lass, and carried herself like a perfect princess. Soon I recognized the other girl, a sweet girl with smooth-hair. Many others came, in all thirty-four. but my interest became centered in one girl whom I decided to select as my companion. While I was so occupied, the gong rang, and the whole Freshman Class was assembled. Our daily program was announced and our various questions were answered. We then felt ourselves a very important part of the student body. Our first social affair was the Freshman Banquet given by seniors, juniors, and sophomores. This entertainment gave us the opportunity to become acquainted with the girls of the other three years. We. the youngest class, were being entertained royally by the three older classes! After this, we felt capable of giving a party: so on November eleventh, we sponsored a sunlight hop. It had an unprecedented success. This gave us self-assurance, this and our being chosen for minor parts in the Christmas play. We appreciated taking part in the play, because the revenue from the play was to be used to purchase laboratory equipment. We were glad to show our loyalty to the school even in this little way. We were very happy! On May eighth, a few Freshman were chosen to help as ushers at a play the class of 25 presented. We felt especially honored. The last entertainment we were in was the annual commencement exercises. Our freshman year had drawn to a close. Summer vacation brought distance and separation. September brought us again to our dear old St. Anthony. How happy we were to see each other. Sophomores! Slowly but surely we were climbing the ladder to success. A Basket social marked the beginning of our Sophomore social career. It met with great approval. Some time elapsed. Our class then made plans to visit the Art Institute: this was to broaden our knowledge and to give us an opportunity to make better projects books in Ancient History. As Sophomores we did not sponsor many social doings because a great deal of our time was given to school work. The year went by so quickly that when the end of the second year arrived it all seemed like a dream. The usual commencement took place. Once more our class was parted for the long vacation. Juniors! We are now dignified girls, and had acquired a goodly amount of knowledge, had also learned how to conduct ourselves as talented young women of culture. On November fifth, the seniors and juniors entertained tlie sophomores and freshmen in the school hall. We initiated the freshmen and then treated them to a vaudeville program. We enjoyed the usual num- tt —tp 12 PADUAN bcr of lectures this year, especially Sand'' by Mr. Cross. For a few months, social activities ceased, but on May twelfth, we entertained the seniors at the Junior-Senior Banquet. We spent a very interesting evening. They voted us entertainers, nonpareil: this, of course, gave us joy. Thus ended our social events for the year. Seniors! At last our aim had been reached: We had travelled the long road with few disappointments. We hastened to organize our class early in September. Bernadette Traun was chosen president. Various committees were chosen this year: as seniors we have had a very busy year. However, our studies have not been neglected. Social science demanded visits to various institutions. To meet this requirement we made trips to the State Capitol Historical Society Building, and last of all to the Boys' Orphanage. We had one outstanding social event: a Card. Bunco, and Dancing Party, sponsored by the entire high school. This party was given to raise funds for school equipment. We were rewarded beyond all expectation. ‘ Quality Street’’ was chosen as our class play. All the girls were satisfied with the selection. Then the scurry for parts in the play! Again we were satisfied with selections made. Graduation night is coming near. We all hope our Alma Mater will be proud of the class of nineteen twenty-seven. And we promise to be as loyal to the alumnae of St. Anthony of Padua School as we endeavored to be faithful pupils during our high school years. Margaret Kierce. ’27. ST. ANTHONY HIGH Dear St. Anthony we thank you For the lessons wise, and true. Which with care you did impart To improve our minds and hearts. Dear St. Anthony dear, dear school friend Who taught us how our lives to rule. We’ll be loyal and be blue Just to show our thanks to you. All your halls have grown dear That we trod through year by year We have found our greatest joy Here our talents to employ. We will ever faithful be. To your blessed memory. And your fame will e’er remain In the hearts that love thy name. —Marie Hall. ’28. tP itf 13 PADUAN LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1927 Wc. the Class of 1927. of St. Anthony High School, in the City of Minneapolis. county of Hennepin. State of Minnesota, being of sound mind and memory, publish and declare this to be our last Will and Testament. First. We order and direct that our Executrix, hereinafter named, pay all our debts contracted while sojourning at St. Anthony High School. Second. We give and bequeath to the faculty our highest esteem and hope that we will fulfill their hopes of us. Third. To our beloved principal we give and bequeath the honor of conducting the Student Council, which we. the Class of 1927. have organized. Fourth. We give and bequeath to our English Teacher all our miniature Canterbury Pilgrims, especially Elvira's Prioresse Eglantine. Fifth. To the Juniors, we give and bequeath every unwritten theme as well as the unmemorized poetry and the quizzes below 50r : also several tons of waste paper, including book reports. As a reward to the students failing to make the grade we are bequeathing a scholarship to an opportunity class. Sixth. To each of the Sophomores we give and bequeath a water filling fountain pen so that unsightly ink spots will be a thing of the past. Seventh. We give and bequeath to the Freshmen the right of upholding the honors and traditions of St. Anthony High School. Eighth. In order to prevent the long, laborious hours of studying wc have experienced, we give to all of our dear school mates new pageless text books. Ninth. Wc give and bequeath to the Chemistry Teacher the black marks on the ceiling of the laboratory put there through the efforts of Evelyn Emond and Bernadette Traun. when they were trying to purify water. Tenth. Wc give and bequeath to the future classes the honor of continuing the student form of government set forth by the Class of 1927. Eleventh. We give and bequeath to our Civics Teacher the pleasure of teaching such brilliant students as the Class of 1927. if there be any more such students. also we give her the right to start a collection of Current Events so that future Civics classes may be prepared on Current Event days. Twelfth. We give and bequeath to our pastor an appreciation for the knowledge he has given us to help us build up our Spiritual Life. Thirteenth. Since our class spirit of generosity can not be adequately expressed in class bequests we hereby add individual bequests as follows: Johanna who is ever ready to do a kind act bestows her courtesy upon some reckless Junior. Evelyn Rivers perhaps thinks that styles will change, and she is leaving her good taste for dress to some extravagant freshman. Jane is willing to depend upon her other charms for recognition, hence she is part ing with her million-dollar smile to any sophomore who wishes to have it. Margaret wills her eyes, and Montana her height to the covetous junior. Evelyn Emond says she would like to have some other Evelyn have her light touch at the piano. Alice says some Junior must have a commandingly sweet voice, hence she wills her voice to the Junior who desires it. Veda with her love for black hair, wishes to part with her lovely auburn locks to some dear Freshman. Mary Howlcy wills her exquisite flesh-colored cape dress to a lucky Sophomore. Bcrnycc wills all her dieting and slimness to every Junior who intends to graduate. Elvira wills her marcel to any Freshman who is PAPUAN afflicted with straight hair. Winifred and Marie are bestowing their talents along the artistic line to the Juniors in the hope that they will make use of them in the next year's Paduan. Rose wishes to give to a Sophomore the thrill that accompanies sun-kissed golden tresses. Bernie is leaving her facetiousness, and Charlotte is leaving her droll humor to Freshmen aspirants. Veronica very i cadi I y agrees in leaving her position at the National Tea Company to any one who may desire it. Lastly. We hereby nominate and appoint the Principal. Executrix of this, our Last Will and Testament. In Testimony whereof. We have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our Seal, this Tenth day of June. Anno Domini. 1927. The Class of 1927 (Seal) This instrument. Was. on the day of the date thereof, signed, published and declared by the said testatrixes—the Class of 1927. to be their Last Will and Testament. Witnesses: Elvira Newman Mary Stecz Alice Sandefur MY GRADUATION NIGHT On days when I feel the weight of a high school senior’s years upon me. and think of the future that is before me. when my school days will be over. I go to the one place where I know my mind will be at rest. It is the window seat in the hall-way. which is hidden from strangers' view by great velvet draperies. This little nook is just large enough for me to sit comfortably in. Bright cretonne cushions adorn it and add a touch of cheerfulness to the atmosphere. One side of it is lined with books, some of whose pages have been worn thin at the edges from frequent use. The window looks out on a sloping lawn along the end of which runs a quiet, reserved, little brook. Here dwells the spirit of everything lovely, and here also to myself I think that the fairies dance in the little patches of moonlight which peak through the leaves of the trees at night, and reflect in the water. Such is the scene I looked upon whenever I go back over memory's trail and think of the time when I was a small, insignificant child of ten. At that time. too. I would sit in this self-same place and think, but ah. how different were my thoughts. They were visions of my graduation night. I could sec myself as a tall, graceful, young girl with golden curls. Strange, for my hair is straight. My gown would be of a pure white, soft material fashioned with a tight bodice and a long full skirt. My slippers would be white, also, with three straps and French heels like those I had seen the minister's wife wear. In my arm. I would carry a fragrant bouquet of roses picked by grandmother's own lovely hands. All those nearest and dearest to me would be there to see me walk sedately down the aisle to the stage where I would be presented, not with only a diploma, but with honors of other kinds, too. After the ceremony and congratulations would be over I would go to the garden and stand in the glow of the moonlight with Mother, who would tell me of her graduation night and give me advice as she only knows how to give. It would be my night of nights—one I would remember always. But these were the thoughts of a child. Perhaps some of them will come true on that not far distant night, but beyond that—what? Bf.rnadkttf. Traun. ’27. 15 PADUAN AFTER TWENTY-FIVE YEARS My. but it seemed pleasant to be speeding towards my old home town again! I was wishing that I would arrive in time for the homecoming of the alumnae of St. Anthony's. I was recalling those happy school-days, when the train gave a sudden jerk, and someone jostled my hat to one side. As 1 turned I saw an elderly woman. She was profuse in her apologies, and. with a smile brightening her face, she grasped both my hands and began shaking them up and down: I was greatly perplexed. Then it was my turn to be all smiles, for I recognized her as my old classmate. Bernadette Traun. She informed me that she. too. was on her way to visit the old school again, but in a few weeks would resume the responsibility of superintendent of an old ladies' home in California. As we stepped off the train. I heard a hearty laugh—a laugh impossible to forget. We recognized the laugh as belonging to Charlotte Tonry: she was talking to Winifred O’Reilly. We learned that they are successful proprietors of a reducing and training academy. Their regular callers are Alice Sandefur. a social welfare worker: Grace Givens, a beauty specialist: Veronica Barrett, manager of one of the many Minneapolis branch stores of Mademoiselle Bouil lard's firm. Mme. Bouillard is the most popular modiste in Paris. Many of the girls from out of town are planning to prolong their visit in Minneapolis in order to attend the grand opening of Veronica's apparel shops that she plans to open in a few weeks. I proceeded alone to the Nicollet Hotel. Here, glancing over the names registered. I saw the name of Johanna Collins. Immediately 1 went to her suite of rooms. I was overjoyed to see her. She is now president of the St. Anthony Alumnae and teacher of domestic science at the college. Johanna was just leaving for the home-coming at St. Anthony’s: so 1 decided to go with her. Pondering over my conversation with Johanna. I remembered her telling me about being a teacher at some college. But which one 1 could not recall: I asked her. She smiled evasively, and said. Wait and sec. At that. I became curious, and. being a woman. I began to question her. thinking that she might unconsciously divulge her secret. But she didn't. Bv this time the taxi, which had driven through what seemed to be a large park, stopped in front of a huge, stately building. In large letters over the massive door was—College of St. Anthony! In twenty-five years St. Anthony has grown into a College. This huge building is by no means the entire College, for surrounding it are numerous buildings, all magnificent structures and architecturally perfect. I have since learned that it is one of «ihe largest colleges in the United States. I was stunned. Place yourself in my position and see how you would feel. I do not know how long I would have sat in the taxi, if Johanna hadn’t taken me by the arm and almost pulled me out. I remembered her saying something about Dean, walking down the street. and. must catch up to her. I had hardly regained my breath when I stood in front of the Dean. The Dean—I always thought they were dignified—grasped me by the shoulders, and kissed my two cheeks. It was no other than Mary Howly! Mary Howly, a Dean! It is just what we expected of her. Mary had to hurry on because she had an apponitment with Veda Akin, the College Librarian. Veda has declined the office of Congressional Librarian at Washington to stay at St. Anthony’s because she foresaw greater opportunities for study. 16 PADUAN Entering one of the club rooms, we came face-to-face with Evelyn Emond. She is the same old girl, except that she is now more dignified. Evelyn is head of the College of Music. She directed us to our room. There was a tcom for each class especially decorated in its own colors. We were, met at the door by Alice Offcrman. We are proud of Alice; she is the Schumann-Heink of the day. Alice has become one of the favorite artists of the radio. Many a night she has cheered thousands of people all over the world with her remarkable vocal programs. Really. I haven't enjoyed myself so much in a long time. Such a babbling of voices! We were all just as excited as school girls. The girls certainly had rot lost their reputations as chatter boxes. We were all talking at once, when the door attendant entered with three telegrams. They were from Montana long. Elvira Newman, and Mary Stetcz. Mary and Montana arc doing scientific research work for the College. Mary has been recognized by the world as its greatest biological research worker. She usually pursues her work at Triday Harbor during the summer months. Montana prefers philosophical work. Elvira as Sister Mary Jane is successful in her missionary work in Honolulu. The telegram expressed their disappointment at not being able to attend the home-coming, and extended congratulations upon the success of the school. After the excitement of the telegrams, the door opened again. This time Evelyn Rivers and Marie Dudek entered the room. Evelyn is a famous Shakesperian actress, but she has accepted the position of instructor in dramatic art for the College. Marie is instructor of art at the College. Last year she won first prize in the International Drawing Contest for her famous drawing of the Madonna. It is said to be one of the most excellent of its kind. Evelyn and Marie had just seated themselves, when Margaret Kiercc and Jane Adamson entered. Jane and Margaret are prominent patrons of the College. Margaret. by the way, is the wife of Senator ----------- of Minnesota, our old childhood playmate. Now there were only two from our group missing. We were just wondering about them when they came into the room. My. but I was surprised. I would never have recognized Harriet Shaughnessy: she is so tall and stately. And Rose Rapacz! Such a dignified woman. Harriet is the wife of governor----------of Minnesota, and waxed eloquent when Guinevere and Rosalind, her two brilliant daughters, were mentioned. Both arc now students at the College of St. Anthony. Rose is the wife of the Secretary of Treasurer of the United States. I am writing this as the train whirls me nearer, nearer my home. The past week seems to be a dream. I am happy and content after seeing my classmates and former teachers, and last but not least my dear old Alma Mater. I must return to resume the responsibilities of superintending my husband's hospital. Berwick Brombach. 'll. 17 PADUAN JUNIORS President ........... MINNIE THOMAS Vice President SUSANNO KELLER Secretary „ ..AGNES HICKEY Treasurer ........ LORENA DeMars Of the juniors' voyage, and how they crossed the sea of knowledge and of their safe arrival in Senior Harbor. September 9th. Anno 1926. Warm summer days being blown over, and now all being compacte together in one dasse. we set forth againe on the sea of incouraged; yet . . . after we had completed the better parte of the first semester. we were incountred many times with difficult questions and mette withe nettling passages, with which we were shroudly shaken, and our thinking ability was niuche the worse for wear, and one of the maine beams, namely, our monthly reports, was returned to us badly in the need of repairs, and we were in some fear that wc would not be able to readjust them . . . But examining of all opinions, the facultee and others affirmed they knew us to be strong and firme. and for the elevatione of our monthly reports there were many books studied to raise our marks to their primary dignity: the which being done oure high hopes returned, we committed oure selves to the will of God and resolved to proseede . . . ... In all oure voiage there departed but two of oure classmates. But to omite other things (that we may be breefe) we resolved to start the second semester with the high ambition with which we started the firste. after some deliberation. had amongst ourselves. But after we had sailed that course about half the semester we were astonished to find ourselves stranded on a shoal. We were so far intangled ther that we conceived ourselves in great danger: and our energy shrinking upon us withall. we resolved to bear up again for a few study hours and thought ourselves happy to gett out of those dangers before a f ail overtooke us. as by God's providence we did. And soon we arrived back into our Leader’s good graces.’ where we rode in safetie. A word or two by the way. of this same great Leader of youthe: also of those others, her companions, who have aided us over dangerous shoals, which first shewed themselves unto us as freshmen in the yeare of our Lord 19 24. One of the companions is a stanch upholder of all the great work written in that bcautifulle language, namely. Latin. Secondc one who guided us throughe Math in our firste year. RT=tP 18 PADUAN throughe Ancicntc Historic in our second year, and at present throughe Chem-istric. Thirdc—One. whose energy for two years saved us in our darkest houres. and who has founde a worthy successor in oure new teacher of English who resembles so closely our former English teacher that we oft wonder if she has but returned in disguise. And how praye, did we manage during the firste two years without our Modcrnc Historic teacher? Why! she has actually succeeded in making Moderne Historic' interesting. Another faculty member—our instructor in French, who in our firste two years kept our bodies in trim with our gym work, thus preparing us for the difficult workc ahead, and nowe in our thirdc yeare she has a few of us in French. (May we extende our simpathie?) But enough. Being thus arrived in this Facultie s good graces and all being assembled to bid one another Farewell until next Sept., we fell upon our knees, and blessed the God of heaven, who had brought us thus, over these vast and difficult courses, and delivered us from all the periles and miseries thereof, againe to set our feet on the firmc and stable earthe. But hear we cannot but stay and make a pause, and stand half amused at our presente condition: and so we think will the reader too. when he will consider the same. Being thus past the vast ocean and a sea of troubles before in our preparation (as may be remembered by that which wente before.) we had now no place to go. Why there was no schoole. What were we to do withe ourselves? And now here we were, after having anxiously waited for vacation, now it has arrived we finde. ourselves feeling rather destitute, withoute those surroundings which have been so familiar for three years, beginning every September. Let it also be considered what weake hopes of supply and succor we tooke with us that we might bear up our minds in the sade condition and trialls we were under and we could not but be very smale. Had not we ought in thinking of our earlier struggles, be fulle of indominatablc braverie with which to sail the course to Graduation Harbor. Ruth Maurf.n. 28. Ella Vander Hyden. ’28. With apologie to Master Bradford. FAREWELL You are leaving us. dear seniors. And we're sorry to sec you go. But we’ll try to keep our standards. Spotless, as you would we know. We wish you health, we wish you wealth. We wish the finer things The things that make life worth the while. Which truth with virtue brings. So although we have to say good-bye. Your faces will always be. Within a hidden chamber Of our gladsome memories. Marie Hall. '28. O to 19 SOPHOMORES President ... MARY WAGNER Vice President VIRGINIA MARTIN Secretary LORETTA GERLICH Treasurer DOROTHY PETERSON THE SOPHOMORE CLASS S for Sophomores happy and gay. O for Obedience which we display; P for Principles by which we all stand; H for Hospitality in which we're just grand. O for Order in the school-hall. M for Manners we have them all. O for Officers who manage things well. R for Reliable—we excel. E for Energy—whether tall or small. C for our Class which makes a hit, L for Leisure, we ne'er take a bit. A for Ability which we have and hold. S for Silence—to keep we re ne'er told. S for Sophs who hold their heads high. Myrtle Cloutier. Bernice Dols. CHARACTERISTICS OF THE SOPHOMORES A stands for Ability, which one may desire. B stands for Brilliancy, a word that is higher; C stands for Courtesy, which is in great need. D stands for Dainty, that takes the lead. E stands for Energy, by which we have won. F stands for Friendship, this we ne'er shun: S stands for Statesmanship, a quality admired: H stands for Honesty, a policy inspired. Now these are the characteristics of the Class of 29. Catherine Young and Janet Schmitt. =TP 20 ttf PADUAN w OUR TRIP Listen! my children and you shall hear. Of the historical ride of the second year. On the sixth day of April, in Twenty-Seven With the sun shining bright in the dark blue heaven Twenty Sophomores stately and tall. Marched in step from the study hall. For the Principal our ardent wish did grant. To see the Fords in Henry’s plant. Oh for the talent of a Bernard Shaw. It’s hard to describe the things we saw. From pieces of steel, long and flat. Sand and chemicals and things like that. For each one had his bit to do And each one to his work was true. —Author Unknown. TEN COMMANDMENTS 1. Thou shalt not take unto thyself another's classwork: it might be wrong. 2. Thou shalt not take a Sophomore’s name in vain. 3. Remember thou keep silence in the hall. 4. Honor the teachers—and the Sophomores. 5. Thou shalt not argue in the class or out of it. 6. Thou shalt not protest against contracts: it will be of no avail. 7. Thou shalt not bear witness to officials or thou shalt be scalped. 8. Thou shalt not skip school, unless thou art a Sophomore. 9. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s beau. 10. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's drag: it was procured dishonestly. Zeta Malget. 29. Virginia Martin. ’29. TO THE CLASS OF 27 We've loved you since the very day We started here to school. We've watched the way you did things. And obeyed each little rule. How hard you worked and studied. And did your little part In every task and trouble With a kind and gentle heart. Of the few lines I have written. You certainly can tell That the Seniors are the classmates Of whom we speak so well. —Verena Arrell. 29. PADUAN President ... DORIS PLANTE Vice President LUCILLE McPARTLAND Secretary.......................ElLEEN DOHERTY Treasurer ... BERNICE DF.Laria THE COMING OF THE FAIRIES One fair day in early September, of the year nineteen hundred and twenty-six forty-six fairies, some large and some small, tripped gaily out of a dark and forbidding looking forest. They were gay little elves and spread sunshine wherever they ventured. Upon coming out of the wood they suddenly saw a huge and beautiful castle. It was glistening brightly in the warm morning sun and fairies were glad to see it. as they had seen no mortals for quite a long time. The leader of the fairies went timidly up to the door of the castle, all of the other fairies crowding on her heels. She reached up for the huge iron knocker but had no chance to knock it upon the iron door, because just then the door opened—and there stood a huge group of girls, ready to welcome the little newcomers. Their faces were very bright and they looked as though they had happily absorbed a great deal of intellectual light. The new students were at once formed in several smaller groups and to their delight were hurried off to certain rooms where they received refreshments and were persuaded to rest awhile, as they were tired from their journey. After resting for some time, these dainty little elves decided that they would like to explore this huge beautiful building. Accordingly their big sisters led them about the palace listening delightedly to their funny little ohs and ahs“ as they gazed on all of the new wonders. They were first taken to a huge room. It was just brimming with beautiful gems of a gorgeous nature. Some were crystal white, some were opalescent, others were deep bloodred rubies, or beautiful emeralds. To their delight, these dainty elusive little joy-givers found that each gem represented one study. They were very glad that Religion headed the list of subjects and that the beautiful, shining, dazzling, crystal white stone signified this holy subject. There was a beautiful bloodstone, probably taken because the subject and the stone both began with the same letters. The jewel for Mathematics was a very pretty opal. The all important subjects English and Ameri 5 — fl 22 PADUAN a can Literature, the little fairies discovered away back of Religion: they were represented by the most beautiful emeralds in all of the world! The fairies almost forgot the other subjects in their delight and had to be reminded by the other students to hurry along. By ten-thirty in the morning they had seen all of the sights, which was the beginning of their high school career: it covered just one year's time. Margaret Robertson. '30. THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE FRESHMAN CLASS We. the Freshman Class of 1927, of St. Anthony High School, the city of Minneapolis, state of Minnesota, being of sane minds and realizing the coming end of our reign as Freshmen, do hereby publish our Last Will and Testament. The members who will succeed us are here declared our only heirs. To them we give: First: The right to copy the pattern of our beloved uniform under the condition that they pay due reverence to this generous gift. Second: The privilege to put their gymnasium suits on the shelf reserved for that purpose. Third: Our permission to pin articles on our bulletin boards provided they change the items twice in a term. Fourth: Under the supposition that it will outlive us. the right to water the primrose. Fifth: The pleasant occupation of keeping the Freshman Room in apple- pie order, advising them to give it a vigorous cleaning every Friday afternoon. Sixth: Permission to march down the left side of the stairs, warning them to keep to this rule strictly. Seventh: Our good name very dearly earned, trusting that they will strive to reach the pinnacle we have gained. Lastly: We herewith appoint the principal of St. Anthony School executor of this document. To this we have inscribed our names on this, our last living day as Freshmen. Anno Domini 1927. Freshman Class. Witness: Bernice DeLaria, An Nonimus. A LITTLE BROWN LEAF Why are you there. Oh. Little Brown Leaf? When your friends have blown away? Some people say that you are deaf But I know that you hear what I say. Why don't you fly and join the rest. Instead of clinging to your mother's gown? Why don't you fly and find a nest. Before the snow comes floating down? —Margaret Haley , 30 a 23 PADUAN SPRING IS HERE When the grass is green and flowers grow When very gently the wind does blow. When breezes are soft and the sky is fair.' You will know that Spring is here. If you see a robin in your yard Looking for a worm, without regard As to whether you wish him far or there You will know that Spring is here. When you see the flowers blossoming forth When to study in school you are ever loath And you feel like smiling out a care You will know that Spring is here. When in the woods you want to walk And to the birds and trees you talk And watch the brook laugh rippling’there You will know that Spring is here. When the sun shines and the skies are blue When you hear the dove to its little mate coo And peace and beauty reign everywhere You will know. then, that Spring is here. —Anne Rapacz. ’28. SUMMER IS COMING The grass is green for Spring is here. The birds are glad for Summer's near. The sky is blue, the sun does shine. And every bit of it is mine. The flowers throw their perfume far Their beauty is without a mar. We all love spring, and spring is here. So we all know that summer's near. —Merlyne Betzler. ’28. 24 PAPUAN iJ tf REMINISCENCES The clay dawned clear and bright, the twenty-seventh of March. The day anxiously looked forward to our Senior Hiking Club. We planned to go to Anoka as our first hike of the season. We were passed by many happy looking people in cars, who eyed us with pity, thinking that we were tired and exhausted. But they were much mistaken, because we were in high spirits, singing gaily and telling funny stories. From behind we heard the trotting of a horse. It passed at a brisk canter. Upon seeing the horse Bernie exclaimed. Girls, that horse looked just like Ned. Who is Ned.' asked the girls. I can t talk very well while we are walking: so if you sit here on this patch of green grass. I will tell you about him.” It is just a trifling little happening but it has enshrined a person in my heart as a hero. When I was about five years old we lived on a large farm. My father had employed an old man whose duty it was every evening to get the cows and horses in from the pasture. I don’t know how he got the name; but everyone called him Spike.’ Because I was only a very little girl, my father forbade me to go near the stock for fear I should be harmed. But the farm spirit seemed to be born in me: I loved to be near the horses, especially. So each evening when ‘Spike’ went for the cattle I would meet him at the gate just over the tracks and he would lift me gently on the back of old Ned’ and I would ride on the stallion as far as the rear of the barn where 1 would get off and walk along side of Spike’ around to the house. I thought my lather did not know about my ride, but he really knew all about it. and kept it to himself. ‘Spike’ was my hero. I should think he would be. as he saved you from many spankings. said Muggs. Speaking of horses reminds me of an incident which happened while I was spending my summer vacation on my Uncle’s farm. said Marcella. One afternoon, my cousin and I decided to go horseback riding. There was only one horse not in use that was dead’ enough to be trusted with us. Since we both had to ride on the same horse, we did not put a saddle on her but threw a blanket on instead. Then we both climbed on her back. We decided we would ride to a friend's house about a mile away and back again. We reached our destination without mishap and had started back, when we came to a road crew who were fixing the road. The men. thinking they would have some fun. began to yell at the horse and make a great noise. The old horse became excited and began to gallop. We were about as excited as the horse, and when we came to our senses we were both lying in the center of the giavel road. Now a gravel road isn't the softest thing that can be found to fall on. and when we got up we decided we had both received a double impression. One was that we would never ride a horse without a saddle again and the other was deep impressions on our arms, the scars of which still remain as reminders of out misfortune. Now that we have had horses and gravel roads impressed upon us let's take to the Highway. said Alice who was always the first to get going. ib —w 25 tf PADUAN ts While getting ready to go. Charlotte slipped away and found a large sign which had Office” printed on it. Charlotte said that she brought the sign over, to remind us of our School Paduan Office. Let's take a picture grouped around it.” suggested Vi. So Jane took the picture. At last we got started on our way. but we were stopped by an approaching freight train. Seeing that we are stranded here shall I tell you of a memorable trip I took to Minneapolis when I was a wee little girl? volunteered Chuck.” Tell us about it.” said Jane. I was on my way from Boston to Minneapolis. My aunt was to meet me in Chicago. I got off the train and a woman approached me. She was tall, stern, and business-like looking. She asked me if 1 was Charlotte Tonry. I replied that I was Charlotte. She took me by the hand, and we walked on into the station. I had about decided that if I had to live with this woman I d certainly make it mean for her. By this time my mind was so full of my own thoughts that I hardly noticed the sudden stop we made before a nice-looking motherly woman, to whom I was introduced. My aunt! The woman who had accompanied me from the train then left, and I learned that she was just a ladies' aid in the depot. I have often thought of this instance, always thankful to this woman for bringing me to my aunt, but still more thankful that it wasn't she that I had to live with. It s a good thing that you didn't have to live with tlx stern one. or she may have taken some of the pep out of you.” said Jo. By this time the freight train had passed and we continued on our hike, with many hearty laughs and funny jokes. While passing through Osseo. someone spied a huge tire in front of a garage. Alice put her head through the hole in the tire, and Vi snapped the picture. We walked briskly throughout the town trying to make a good impression on the residents. As soon as we were outside of the town, our steps lagged. A kindly farmer noticing the slowness of their gait stopped and offered us a ride in his truck. We accepted with alacrity and with with cheers of thanks. While we were resting comfortably. Alice entertained us with an incident of her pranks, when she was a child. When I was a small child I used to like to sit on the streetcar tracks and hold out my arms and ask for a ride and the motorman would always have to get out and lift me off the tracks, and then I would scream. I always got up early and how I liked to watch the people going to work! Mother always tied me to a fence post, so that I wouldn't run away. But some kind-hearted man would come along and untie me: then I would run down to the streetcar tracks and sit down. One morning, mother thought I was lost. Suddenly she heard someone screaming and she looked down the street in the direction of the screams. There she saw my aunt carrying me under her arm. and I was screaming and kicking her. I wanted a streetcar ride. When I got home mother brought out the high chair which I despised and made me sit there for two hours without anything to play with or do. and that surely cured me of 26 PADUAN running away. Although, my benefactor, the man who untied me from the fence post, was most welcome at the time, when I look back and think of the punishment I had to endure 1 wonder whether he was a benefactor or whether 1 would have been better off tied up. “Oh. too bad she was found. laughed “Wynne. “Br-r-r. it s cold. chattered Jane, “my little hands are purple. Jo.' come over close to me. and keep me warm. “Jo came and tried to make her warm by telling her of a day when she was playing in the snow. “I remember a little snow house, which was built in our yard by my brothers. It was large enough for four or five boys to sit down in it, and a little opening was left, through which they crawled. How proud they were of their labor. It was a great privilege for me. to be allowed to enter this masculine domain. One occasion concerning this little house, stands out clear in my memory. My mother wanted the boys to do some chores for her. She came out on the porch and called several times. On receiving no answer, she returned to the house, thinking that the boys were too far away to hear her. Instead of this, they were seated in the snow house, secretly laughing over their escape. The hut could not always remain to save them though, for the spring soon came and it fell into ruins. Although it has long since disappeared, it still remains in my memory. By the time “Jo had finished her snow story, we were in Anoka, and we jumped out of the truck and shouted thanks to the farmer. We hurried through the town looking for a place to eat. but the view from the bridge was so beautiful, we decided to take a snapshot of it. Of course, we were in the picture. Then to prove to our families that we really arrived at our destination, we sent them postcards. Upon seeing an inviting restaurant, we entered, and were soon seated around a large table. “You aren't lonesome, are you. Wynne’? You look rather down-cast. No. Alice. I suspect that’s a tired expression. But. I was lonesome once —terribly lonesome. It was when I was seven that I spent my first night away from home. A friend of my mother's invited me to her home at the lake. I was to stay a week. I anticipated the visit with wild joy. My happiness was still supreme when we arrived at her home. 'T he house was situated on a hill that sloped down to the lake. The back yard was an orchard and had a large garden. I played all day in the garden, and was so busy I did not have time to think of home. When evening came everything was dark and solemn. The frogs croaked in the swamp, and an occasional bird twittered in the trees. My thoughts strayed home, and I began to wonder what my brothers and sisters were doing. An awful longing to be with them came over me. Because of my silence, the lady thinking I was tired out. took me upstairs to bed. I was very brave and did not say anything to her of my loneliness. But when she was tucking me in bed I thought of my mother's soft hands. I could hold the tears no longer and two big drops rolled down my cheeks. I poured out my grief to my hostess, and she brought me to her room to 9 4k PADUAN sleep. The next day I returned home, and it was not for many years that I ever wanted to go away from home to spend a night.’ “Never mind, girls, you'll get home tonight. Don't look so sad: I’ll tell you one of my little joys when I was at grandma's.” said Jane. “Shortly after a very severe illness I made my home with my grandmother. On the afternoon of this particular day it was in winter. I wanted to go sliding with my little friends, but. no. I could not. because my shoes were at the shoemaker's and grandma would not allow me to put on my ’Sunday Shoes.' All morning I prayed and hoped that my shoes would be ready by noon. At last, grandma decided to go and see how the shoes were 'coming for she was just as anxious as I was because it would be my first time out. and I was beginning to feel blue. It seemed like ages while she was gone. She finally returned with the shoes. I cannot express my joy. it was so great: but my disappointment would have been greater.'' With livelier spirits, we left the restaurant. Chuck remarked. Let's price a streetcar ride home. Upon arriving at the streetcar office, the girls asked the price, and found it to be much too high to fit their pocketbooks. and so they decided that walking was cheaper. On passing out of the town. Bernie ' saw cabbages in the window of a little grocery store, and said to “Vi,..T hose cabbages would make fine sauer- kraut. That reminds me of the time I was sent to the store to buy a head of cabbage.' said Vi. “When I was about eight years old. my mother sent me to buy some vegetables at a grocery store that was about six blocks away. 1 started gaily off. and when I came to the street corners. I looked up and down carefully to sec whether there were any cars coming. At length. I arrived at the store. Utterly confident. I walked in and said to the clerk. I want a head of cabbage and a bunch of carrots. Charge to Newman’s.’ The clerk looked surprised and with a little laugh informed me that I was in the wrong store. He told me that they didn't have vegetables, they only kept dry goods and clothing. And then, child that I was. I felt embarrassed. I hurriedly walked out of the store and went across the street where I repeated my little speech and received the articles for which I had been sent. Was your mother going to make sauerkraut? asked Jane. ' Don't be silly.“ retorted Vi. you need more than one cabbage to make sauerkraut. We walked until they came to the Pantheon, and there we decided to sit down and pass awray some time telling anecdotes. We pulled straws to see who would tell the first story. The lot fell on Alice Offerman. “On one of my trips out west 1 had a peculiar experience. The night we arrived at my grandmother s a cousin of ours found a stray lamb, about two days old. on the road. He picked it up and brought it to my grandfather’s house. Grandfather put it in the garage. Early the next morning, he was going to let him out. and give him some milk. But the lamb thought different. He made a straight way for the coulee. W 28 tf PADUAN a With this, grandpa called us to come and help catch him. Wc rushed out and over to the coulee which was a little ways from the house. When my sister, who was about two years old. and I reached the coulee the Iamb was making for the ferris wheel. Some of us were on one side of the coulee and the rest on the other. When the lamb was about two feet away from the wheel my grandfather caught him. Wc then brought him back to the house. This time we put a collar around his neck and tied a rope to it. We tried to make the lamb drink the milk, but he refused to open his mouth. Our next problem was to give him a name. One said. “Let’s call him Jack, another said, “Oh let’s call him Pal. But my little sister said. “Leth's tall him Skeezix.” So “Skeezix” was his name. After Alice Offerman finished her story, it being only two o'clock, we had time for another story, and Ev began. “When I was a tiny girl, just four years old. I. one day. heard my cousin who was somewhat older than I tell about her travels. I thought that I should like to travel, too. and see pretty things. So the next day I went out all alone. I thought I would travel a little, and then come home and tell what I had seen. I walked to the nearest corner and saw many fine houses and a large church. Then I came to another coiner. I turned. There was a pretty park, with grass and flowers. Many children were playing on all the streets. After waiking for more than three hours I felt very tired, and I was hungry, too. I wanted to go home. But where was my home? I was lost! I went down the street and sat on a door-step and began to cry. Oh. how I wished I was at home with my own dear mama. Just then a door opened from behind and before I had time to look around I was snatched up and carried into the house. It was my own mother who was hugging and kissing me. They had been looking for me all day. “Let’s go home to our mamas. cried Grace, jumping up. Everyone jumped up and started to walk with vim. Suddenly Marcella said to “Ev.” What is the difference between red and white onions? “Red onions arc stronger than white onions. answered “Ev. “No. that isn’t it. said Marcella. “Well, then I don't know. said “Ev. Oh! you don’t know your onions. replied Marcella. Chuck broke in. Oh. you're not so good. Listen to this—Why docs Jane wear big shoes. Alice? I don't know: why? Because she has big feet. But Jane has small feet. Don't you know a joke when you hear one? Thank goodness, we re nearly in Ossco. sighed Jo. I sec the cross on the church in the distance. “Muggs exclaimed. “That looks like the church that that man robbed. Then came a general chorus. What man? Where? Haven't I ever told you that story? Tell us about it right now. we ll listen. 29 PADUAN “Well, when I was a small child I lived across the street from a Catholic Church and. of course. living so near, everyone that entered the church could be seen from our front window. Every Sunday afternoon, a well dressed young man visited the church. At first, people did not notice the frequent trips: but his regular visit every Sunday at a time when there were no services in the church aroused suspicion in the neighborhood. So at last someone reported the case to the police: and the police planned to watch the chap. The following Sunday, a policeman was placed in each confessional, in the rear of the church. As usual, the young fellow came. He was caught stealing money from the poor box. At once he was arrested. Of course, a crowd gathered as they always do at a time like that. I was one of the crowd. The young fellow came out with the policemen, and he was handcuffed so tightly that his hands were purple. It was found out that he was a university student. He was taken away in the patrol wagon. It was a sad sight to see such a young fellow being arrested for stealing out of the Lord's House. As I said before. I was a very small child when this happened, but it impressed me so that I shall always remember it. “Was he good-looking?' asked Ev” with enthusiasm. “I was too young to take notice of his appearance. answered Muggs. “Say. girls, don't those apples look good? interrupted Alice. Let's go in and get some. Everyone rushed to get in first, but Chuck and Alice reached the door at the same time and stuck fast, until the girls came and pushed them through. Some of the girls preferred cookies to apples, and after the purchases were made, they went out and sat on the ground, and munched apples and cookies. “This is just like a picnic. said Mary. It reminds me of the picnic I went to a long time ago. “Tell it. said Vi. “There were about twenty-four friends, who were with us on this picnic. The first thing that impressed me was when we were taking pictures. There happened to be a car parked near us and someone suggested that we should take a picture with all of us in the car. I was so afraid because I thought if we got in the car the people who owned it would see us and have us arrested. Then all of a sudden I happened to think that one of our friends at the picnic was a policeman. I felt relieved then: I thought if a policeman was in the car with us we could not be arrested. “The next thing that I remember so well was when we were all down at the beach and some of the party went swimming. My brother, who was younger than I. fell off the dock into the water, and was almost drowned. My cousin, who was in swimming, happened to be near the dock and rescued him from the water. That instance frightened me so much that I do not think it will ever leave my memory. The apples were disappearing very rapidly while Mary was talking. Grace was evidently planning on a picture of us munching apples, for she called out. “Oh. girls. I want a picture of you all eating apples. “I insist on taking the picture. said Bemie. We had continued on our way for a few miles, when a large louring car passed and honked the horn at us several times. in 30 PAPUAN “Why, it's Marie! said Mary. 'T he car stopped and they all ran to it. Marie offered us a lift home. After we were comfortably seated. Grace said. “Marie, we all have told a story that happened when we were young, so now it’s your turn. “I was about ten years old. when I went to visit my aunt at Brainerd. Minnesota. While sitting in my seat in the train. I thought to myself. My. 1 wish I could ride like this forever.’ Of course. I didn’t think I would get tired by the time my journey came to an end. As it was getting darker. I thought that I would never fall asleep; but before 1 knew it, I was sound asleep. “In the morning we arrived in Brainerd. tired, and dusty from our trip, and I was excited, because it was my first trip, and the first time that I was away from home.” “Come on. Grace, you haven't told us any event of your childhood. said “Wynne. “Hurry up. said “Chuck. “because I want to hear it and we re coming into Minneapolis, and I’m the first to leave. My little incident happened when I was five years old. While I was visiting two of my little friends one afternoon a farmer drove up with a load of potatoes. He had been going from house to house selling his potatoes. We asked him if we might have a ride. He told us that when he came out of the house he would take us for a ride. But he warned us not to get in the wagon until he came out because the horses didn’t like strangers. We were overjoyed and couldn’t wait until he came out: so we got into the wagon. The horses became balky, and started to run. They went very fast, and we were thrown from one side of the wagon to the other side. They ran six blocks, and were then stopped by four men. Two of my teeth were knocked out as a result of the jostling. They had to shoot one of the horses because lie fell and broke his leg. Grace had just finished her story, when “Chuck’s house came in sight. The car stopped at “Chuck's” and a general chorus of “thank you and “good-bye followed. The car drove on. and we dispersed with— Wasn't it a keen hike?” “We ll see you at school in the morning.” Elvira Newman Alice Sandefur Johanna Collins 31 PADUAN A COUNTRY CHURCH Some time before I was eight years of age. I read an exquisite little poem about a country church which endeared itself to me. My heart responded to its charm. This poem. I often heard mentioned afterwards in school. Perhaps, due to the fact that my little mind could grasp its meaning, and that it was a simple poem. I began to understand and to consider what an inspiring and peaceful place a country church must be. Such thoughts often flickered through my mind as: Where could such a church be? When could I see it? What makes it so restful? One summer day. as I was nearing my eleventh year. I was asked by a neighbor friend of mine to spend the week-end with her at her grandmother’s farm. My heart, for some reason or another, was filled with joy. We arrived there Saturday, and Sunday, as usual, we went to church. As we were nearing the church. 1 noticed in the churchyard a crucifix—our Lord outstretched on a cross of unhewn timber, shaded by two huge oak trees: at the foot was a circle of cement walk, and in front, a log bench. Bordering the various walks leading to the church, were moss roses which soothed my very soul and entranced me with their soft, velvety, mild-hued colors. Flower beds seemingly dropped here and there, but artistically arranged, appeared in the green grass. We entered the church through two high doorways and here I was awed into complete silence: my soul knew perfect quiet. I took my seat: slowly I lifted my head and looked around. There were five wooden altars, decorated with flowers. The chandeliers consisted of six candles each with chains of glass brilliants streaming downward. I imagined when the three lights were lit. the brilliants would reflect every glimmer of light, and thus afford abundant light. Young and old men. with browned, dark skin, sat on one side of the church, and the ruddy-cheeked women and clear-eyed girls sat on the other. 'They all tiptoed in. with their heads humbly bowed, quietly took their seats and piously prayed throughout the whole mass. The priest who said mass was rather old. I came to the conclusion that he was in the country for his health, because of his thin face and the exceedingly long breaths he drew. Poor man! I sympathized with him. His silver hair was combed back straight from a very white brow. As he came around, sprinkling the people with holy water. I perceived his deep, true blue eyes which seemed to me then a reflection of the blue heaven above and that meant to me God s truth. His calm, gentle, and refined voice made me feel his good will. The sermon he gave, and the concise announcements, clearly spoken, still remain in my mind. Finally, the mass being over, as we were going to leave, a middle-aged man rose and began to sing the Angelus. Everybody joined. I felt that I was in the vestibule of heaven. The simple poem entraced so delicately in my mind and the objective expression of it in the simple country church have both remained unmarred in my memory. They are too beautiful to forget—a complete poem. Mary B. Stecz, ’27. e- 32 PADUAN A ZEPHYR It was nearly spring And I was very happy. It was almost night. I looked out of the window. And I could see the yard. A little pool was there With the light shining on it From the neighbor’s window. It seemed to me That it was raining. For in the little pool There were falling Some drops of water. I looked up at the sky. The stars came out and Oh! so bright And yet the sky was blue. I looked again at the little pool And thought I could still see The rippling, widening rings. But twas only the breezes stirring the waters. I opened the window. The air was so fresh and sweet It made me want to walk For miles and miles. Now I knew it was spring That was coming soon. —Lorena M. DeMars. ’28. DAY AND NIGHT The night has flown on wings of time The day is here to reign. The “night that has a thousand eyes’’ Goes on its way again. The sun then mounts its throne once more But only for a day. For night returns when day is done The moon shines on its way. The stars that shine all through the night Shine till the break of day. Then they turn out their tiny lights The sun shines on its way. —Merlyne Betzler, ‘28. PADUAN LOOKING FORWARD Since I was a tiny girl. I have been looking forward to my graduation day. A sunlit day. with birds singing in the trees, and the trees lifting their leafy arms to pray: a day with the sweet southern breezes blowing and all God’s creatures happy. I wake early, kneel down and thank God for all the blessings I have received: go dowrn stairs to my mother and have a long chat with her: spend some time preparing myself for the great event. It is nearing the time to go. I am all dressed simply but daintily. I leave. T he exercises are all over. It is all so wonderful that it is over before I know or realize it. I return home, what a wonderful world it is to be able to graduate when so many do not get the opportunity. After a pleasant evening I go to bed. Again I kneel down to thank God for such a wonderful day: also to ask His help in solving the problems with which I shall be confronted. That is the kind of graduation day I wish for. Margaret Kierce. '27. MY VISION Tis not unusual for the mind to wander in the realm of dreams, and to dream of the distant future. When I was quite young, my vision was of a princess far. far away: not an imaginary princess in a brilliant court surrounded by many luxuries, or a princess living in a dark tower wooed by some charming prince, but a real princess. Oft times in the midst of a joyful crowd of girls. I saw myself standing dressed in a dainty, white gown, white as the fleecy, white clouds that hang over us. looking very much like a princess in her castle far off in the land of sweet slumber. Then again. I caught fleeting visions of myself on a brightly illuminated and bedecked stage with my classmates. My face was lit with a light of joyful expectancy that caused several persons to cast approving looks of wonder upon me. But 1 stood in the center, my eyes shining with happiness, pressing to my heart the beautiful bouquet of red roses, and like a bride, blushingly 1 waited. Suddenly I heard my name called and slowly I rose to receive the diploma, for which I had worked four long years. Now. my quest for knowledge had ended, and my work was rewarded. The audience loudly applauded when I received my diploma. Then I visioned myself carrying off all the high honors of scholarship. This was the happiest moment in my life. Although the time for graduation is swiftly approaching. I often wonder whether my childhood vision lost some of its glint—perhaps it has. Rose Rapacz. '27. 34 tf PADUAN ts A NECESSARY EVIL A person who gives advice is a necessary evil. We can't live with her. nor we can't live without her. The best example of a self-appointed adviser is a good neighbor. She rises a half-hour before you in the morning, gets her children clothed, breakfasted and off to school, and comes over to give you a little advice on the most becoming color for that new dress you have been contemplating: while a new dress, at the moment, is the farthest thing from your thoughts as you rush frantically about, getting Johnny's lunch, finding Mary’s books, and a thousand other necessary things. When you finally do find time to listen to her. she almost breaks your heart by telling you that she knows your skin would look positively yellow in that shade of green: and besides, two dollars and fifty cents is entirely too much to pay for that kind of material, which is. perhaps, good advice because your brother has been telling you the very same thing, and this does not increase your love for her at the moment. Your mother has gone for a few days to Anoka for a short visit. In the middle of the night, the baby gets the croup and you instinctively turn to the good neighbor for advice. How humbly and how attentively you listen to. and carry out her every order because you could not bear to think of what would happen to the baby without her help. The baby resumes his natural breathing. After some further good advice, your neighbor returns home, and you resume your warm bed. You vow you will be grateful forever, and you arc for a few weeks, but one day she comes again and it is a repetition of that other morning. Then, you forget to be grateful. Thus it goes, first you resent the truth of what she says, then you appreciate her knowledge. So we can't live with her nor we can't live without her. WlLLENE GRESSER. 28. RAIN Drip. drip. drip, goes the rain. For so many hours. Just drip. drip. drip, again. Bringing forth spring flowers. Spring is with us once again. It is the loveliest season of the year. The birds are returning, the buds are swelling, and the flowers are peeping their heads above the snow-clad earth: all answering the call of spring. The rain is helping this work of Mother Nature. The sweet refreshing drops! What is more pleasant than to hear the music of the spring rain? It fills the brooks with bubbling fountains, and falls as drink-drops on each tiny seedling. All nature awaits the rain which God sends to make the world beautiful, and this beauty enriches our lives. Drip. drip. drip, goes the rain. For so many hours. Just drip. drip. drip, again. Bringing forth spring flowers. Dorothy Myers. ’28. B RP 35 PADUAN ‘THE TRAGEDY OF MISS SMITH S FINISHING SCHOOL’' Thurwell Court, on Lake Champlain, lay bathed in the stillness and freshness of early morning. The diamond dewdrops had not yet vanished; they be-jeweled the terraced lawn. The tumult of noisy song-birds from the thick shrubberies alone broke the quietness of an early morning. The sun was gradually rising higher in the heavens, and its bright rays were bringing to view the hidden beauties of nature; in the orchard it brought into strong relief delicately-hued fruits hanging from over-laden trees. The flower beds were aglow with miriad-hued blossoms breathing fragrance and tingling with life. On one of the terraces a breakfast table was laid for two. I here a girl sat. resting her arm lightly upon the arm of her chair, looking over the well-kept gardens and the wooded country beyond. ‘‘Good morning. Winifred! First, as usual.’ spoke a voice. She turned around suddenly and greeted him. He was a tall, well built young man. of twenty years. “Is breakfast ready? he inquired. “Yes, I have been waiting for you. Reginald. she answered, and touched the hand bell by her side. “Try one of these peaches. Reggie. I hey are the finest I have ever tasted. He stretched out his hand for one. and sat down in a low basket chair, and slowly started to peel the rosy peach. A servant brought out some silver-covered dishes and arranged them on the table, silently. “Has the mail been brought in. James? inquired Reginald of the servant. I will see. sir. answered James, and he left the terrace. After Winifred and Reginald had sat down to breakfast. James returned with a business size envelope, which he handed to Reginald, who read the letter silently and handed it to Winifred, who also read it. “Well. said Winifred. “I suppose that means I must go back to school. It seems since father s death everything has been a turmoil, and I do dislike being bossed by a stranger. Oh—I wish there never had been any money left; then we would be free. Yes. I suppose that is true, but a little money gives one a comfortable feeling. explained Reginald, but since it was dad’s wish. I suppose we will have to obey Mr. Deacon. “Yes.” mused Winifred. 1 certainly do hate to leave this beautiful country, and most of all you. I don’t want to leave you. Reggie, but I must obey. So I will leave on the ten-forty-five this afternoon. As she said this she touched the hand-bell and immediately James entered. “Please tell Jeanne to pack my trunks and bags. ordered Winifred. At ten-forty-five, after bidding Reginald goodbye she left, to return to the school, where she had been when the news of her father’s death had reached her. After traveling all afternoon. Winifred reached Clairmont. a small town one mile distant from Miss Smith's Finishing School. There at Clairmont. she took a bus to the school. When she arrived at Rosebud Hall, her class house, she was greeted by many classmates, who welcomed her back. She was also welcomed by Miss Smith, the principal of the school. She went to her old room to unpack, as m —- fl 36 PADUAN maids were forbidden there. As she entered the room she was greeted by Margaret Thorn, a pretty girl of about eighteen. Oh. Win. I am so glad you are back! she cried, and running up to Winifred, she threw her arms around the girl. I was not so glad to come back, but now that I am here I am glad I came. said Winifred. It would have been lonesome home at times. I suppose. And I should have missed you. dreadfully. Oh. but wouldn't Reggie be home to keep you company? questioned Margaret. Yes. answered Winifred, but he is away from home a great deal. I believe if it hadn't been for Mr. Deacon, our guardian. I would have stayed home. Well, whoever Mr. Deacon is. I am thankful to him. said Margaret. I am glad that he insisted: for I couldn't get along without you. Mr. Deacon was an old friend of Dad's. But I have never liked him as I liked Dad’s other friends. explained Winifred. The gong rang, which signified that dinner was ready. There goes the gong! Oh—I must hurry. cried Winifred. Wail for me. Margaret. It won’t take me long. Lucky we don't have to dress for dinner here. After a few minutes Margaret and Winifred left the room, and went down to the large dining room, which had six large tables. At five of these tables girls sat: the teachers sat at the sixth. After Winifred had greeted the teachers and her schoolmates, she sat down to dinner. During dinner, the girls at the table where Margaret and Winifred sat. expressed their sorrow for Mr. Thurwell's death. After dinner, the girls scattered: some went into the study hall, others to the library, but Winifred and the girls at her table gathered in the recreation room, where Winifred invited them to a gathering in her room the next evening. The girls all readily accepted the invitation. And after a while they all retired. Before seven o’clock the next morning. Winifred was up and dressed, readv for a walk. Well, I am going. called Winifred. I shall not be long. Very well. Margaret answered sleepily. Winifred went from the room and out of the building, through the campus, where the sun was shining brightly. She walked toward Clairmont. where at some small confectionery stores she made a few small purchases. Then she stopped at the post-office to inquire for mail. Oh. how do you do. Miss Winifred. I am glad to see you are back. I hope that you are well. cheerily called Peter, the postmaster. I am in good health. I thank you. answered Winifred, and I hope you are well. I am well. answered Peter. By the way. here is a letter for your brother. Will you take it? It came here by mistake. Thank you. said Winifred. And she walked out of the building, and started for the school. That night the girls all met in Winifred and Margaret’s room. There they danced, told jokes, and had lunch. After the girls had gone, both Winifred and Margaret sank down into soft, overstuffed furniture and idly discussed the girls of the school. 37 w PADUAN Oh. I am so tired. moaned Winifred. I suspect the walk was too much for me. today. By the way. was there any mail? inquired Margaret. No. just a business letter for Reginald, which came to Fairmont by mistake. said Winifred. The sun was shining brightly the next morning when the girls awoke. And after breakfast they went to their classes. During the last part of the class Winifred was excused to go to her room to get a book, which she had forgotten. As Margaret and Winifred’s next period was free. Margaret went walking, and Winifred stayed in her room. When lunch was announced and all the girls had sat down, it was found that Winifred was absent. Miss Smith and Margaret went up to Winifred’s room to see if she were ill. When she was not found in the sitting-room, and the bedroom door was closed, they opened the door, and there on the floor lay Winifred, motionless. Oh. screamed Margaret. Miss Smith soothed Margaret and said. We must keep this quiet until we notify the Dean. They went from the room and closed the door: then both went to the office where Miss Smith told the Dean, and telephoned to Thurwell Court. After some time during which Miss Smith tried to comfort Margaret, the telephone rang and Miss Smith answered. Yes. this is Miss Smith. May I speak to Mr. Reginald Thurwell? Mr. Thurwell left late last night for Clairmont to visit his sister. explained James. Please have him call Miss Smith at once. ordered Miss Smith. By this time two plain-clothes men and the coroner arrived with the Dean. The two detectives introduced themselves as Mr. Burns and Mr. Carlson, the coroner as Mr. Bryant. Miss Smith explained all she knew about the death, and told the police about the finding of the body. Then Miss Smith and Margaret lead the detectives to the room, where Winifred lay. The coroner examined the body and the detectives searched the room. After the detectives had finished their search and the coroner had finished his examination, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Bryant opened the door, and Reginald entered. He stepped over to Miss Smtih and demanded: Miss Smith. I want to know the cause of this excitement, and what is the trouble about Winifred? But before Miss Smith could answer. Mr. Bryant said: After examining her body and the candy in the box. 1 have found that Miss Thurwell died of poisoning. I— interrupted Reginald. Please be silent. cried Mr. Bryant. I will give you a chance to talk, later. But listen to me now. From James I learned that you visited your sister, here, in her sitting-room, unknown to anyone except James. Now. Mr. Thurwell. please tell us your story. ordered Mr. Bryant. I came up to Clairmont by auto, and stopped at ‘The Cardinal' to buy a box of candy for my sister. There a half-wit waited on me: then I came here and was admitted by Jane. said Reginald. Yes. I understand that part. said Bryant, but did you quarrel up here with your sister? No. I didn’t. How dare you say that! cried Reginald. I love her. I came up here to get a letter she received by mistake. U —tt 38 PADUAN “Yes. that’s true. said Margaret, “she told me about it. Oh! it is terrible.” “Mr. Thurwell, I place you under arrest until further investigation.” said Mr. Burns. “Mr. Burns, please stay here until Mr. Carlson and I return.” ordered Mr. Bryant. “Also retain Miss Smith and Miss T horn.” Then the two men left, and after half an hour had passed they returned and Mr. Bryant asked. “Did you eat any of the candy which you bought your sister ?” “No.” answered Reginald. “Why?” asked Mr. Bryant. “1 have a cavity in one of my teeth.” “Well, it is a good thing.” asserted Mr. Bryant. “That candy was poisoned.” “Poisoned!” cried Reginald. “Yes. here is the evidence 1 have received. Please be silent. At T he Cardinal' a half-wit told us that he had played a trick on a man today. He had sold him a box of candy which contained chipped glass, to give to his sweetheart, he supposed. This maniac had a desire to kill all other men s sweerthearts, because his own had jilted him.” “And now you are free.” said Mr. Burns to Reginald. “And to think I bought the candy that killed my sister.” cried Reginald. Little Winifred was buried and the house enclosed by gardens is still occupied by Reginald, who lives there alone, mourning the death of his beloved sister. Margaret left school, because she could not endure to stay there after the death of her room-mate. She decided to go abroad. Marceline Patro. '29. MY AMBITION I'd like to be a poet. The best in all the land; A pencil just within my reach. A notebook in my hand. I'd like to be a poet. And speak of skies of blue: Describe the singing of a bird. In a voice that's sweet and true. I'd like to write of Mother, And lovely things I'd say Of her love, her kindness, her guiding hand; In a good old-fashioned way. Yes. there's many things to write about. But how—I do not know it. The things that make our world sublime— But—well. I'm not a poet. Bernadette Dillon. '28. tr .......................—w n PADUAN DAIRY OF MY PENCIL Sept. 28—Well, today my mistress took me to school. I was quite a good looking pencil when I entered the school. Sept. 30—My mistress has had me in school for two days, but you could never tell that I was a new pencil once upon a time. She has all my beautiful paint just about rubbed off. and the eraser I had is now gone. Oct. 5—I am in the corner of her desk my point broken off. with papers and books piled about me. It is rather a cozy place back here. Oct. 8—Her neighbor asked her for a pencil to scribble down a few notes. She looked all through her desk and around the books till she at last found me. She handed me to her neighbor. She looked at me and laughed. She said. “Do you call this a pencil?” My mistress said. All I have: you will have to sharpen it.” Her neighbor took me to the pencil sharpener and gave me a new point. Oct. 9—Her neighbor still has me. biting me all the time. She gets so nervous when she can t translate her Latin that she bites deep pits in me. Oct. 1 3—Now. I am resting on the table at her home. She forgot to take me to school with her. Not that I am a bit sorry. Last night she was trying to use me to write some silly jokes and I refused to write for her. She threw me down on the floor. I stayed there till she thought of picking me up again. Oct. 23—She left me at home for about ten days. Guess she didn't miss me. This morning, she found me on the table and she took me to school with her. When she arrived at school, she couldn't find any use for me. and so she put me in her mouth. Can’t count how many times she bit me. Oct. 24—Don't know what is the matter with my mistress; she has dropped me six times since the history class began. Perhaps there is a war recitation day. and she has to defend herself and she gets nervous. Oct. 27—Today she found me in one of her books. She has been writing notes with me and winding them around me and rolling me down the aisles to her friend, so that she could find out all the news and happenings she had when her friend went out last night. Oct. 30—She sharpened me. and bit me a few times again. Every day in every way I'm getting smaller and smaller. Oct. 31—I am with her in her geometry class and she is writing notes again. Instead of helping the girl who is reciting, she writes silly notes and twines them around me and hands me to the girl who is reciting. Nov. 6—I have been down in the library all this time. Guess she didn't think 1 was worth while coming after. Nov. 1 1—She is down in the library with her friend. Neither one of them have a pencil and they are quarreling over me. They have been pulling me so hard that they have broken me in two pieces. Nov. 12— Parting is such sweet sorrow.” I am now in the waste paper basket. Guess she decided to get a new one. This must be “The Old Pencils' Home. “ for I find a number of my friends here I used to know in the Five and Dime Store. Eleanor Howe. 29. 40 tf PAPUAN a A PARASITICAL DISPOSITION Human parasites. You see them on the street corners: they come to your back door: they come to your front door: but the worst parasites are the borrowing parasites. You’ll find them in all countries, climates and neighborhoods. They thrive in patient neighborhoods. Sometimes the wife has contracted a parasitical disposition from her husband, or he has contracted it from her. Mrs. Parasite starts the day right by sending her son over to find out if you could spare a couple of eggs and enough cream for coffee. Later. Mr. Parasite, on his vacation, decides he would like to paint his dog's house green. He has no green paint but he knows that you have just finished painting a rose trellis with that color. He also knows that there is enough green paint remaining to paint his dog-house: so he pays you a visit. He says that he intends to do some painting and wonders if you would let him take that green paint: he knows you have no further use for it. Mr. Parasite is very easily offended, so. to preserve peace in the neighborhood you give him the paint. Painting the dog-house keeps him busy until evening. After dinner you go out to water your lawn. Your neighbor also comes out for the same purpose, but as his hose has sprung several leaks, he will wait until you are finished with yours. While he is waiting he drops several hints as to what he could do if he had certain tools which he knows you possess. Finally, to get rid of him. you cut your task short, and send him away with the hose. Lucille Norton. A PLAGUE OF MODERN TIMES Down through history numerous plagues which were visited upon nations we find recorded. Thus we read of the locust plague in Egypt, the rat plague in Hamlin and other plagues which simply wasted away vast populations and left but traces of what was humanity. Now of all the plagues which could befall man. the plague of tlx “Advice-Givers with which people in all ages have been afflicted has been most troublesome. Advice-Givers are so great in number and are so generous with their advice that when we are in need of advice we receive so very much that we are just as much at sea as before, for each person’s advice is different and we do not know whose to follow. It is very often the case that the persons who are the most willing to give advice become insulted when offered any. Their favorite remarks are. As if I didn't know it. or “They must think I’m dumb. If people would keep their advice to themselves until they were sure it would effect some good, everyone would be better off. The advice-giver would profit by refraining from giving advice: he would be less of a bore. The person to whom the advice is given would have less advice to choose from, and it would be of a higher standard. Hence, the “Advice-Givers would be of remedial value and not a destructive plague. Wanda Marie Sledz. 28. W — 41 PADUAN ts u THREE GHOSTS Margy! Will you take a message out to the farm for me? You can either ride your pony or take the car.'' When my mother's voice broke into my reverie. I must admit, I was far from pleased. “Yes, Mother,” 1 answered, “must 1 go at once? “I wish you would. I do not like to have you out alone after dark. I decided to ride Dynamite. It was about three o’clock when I started, and an ideal day for a ride. As I cantered along, my thoughts drifted back to the book I had just finished reading. It was Booth Tarkington’s “Ghosts.” I wondered what I would do if I were doomed to spend a night in a haunted house. I soon reached the farm-house and delivered Mother's message. I talked to Mrs. Fahey, the caretaker, for quite a while, and it was six o’clock when I started back home. I took a deserted road leading along the railroad tracks, for I knew I must save time. I set Dynamite at a gallop and we were going quite fast when he stumbled on a gopher hole and sent me flying over his head. I must have struck my head on a stone, for I was knocked unconscious. When I regained my senses. Dynamite was nowhere in sight. I remembered hearing of an old building somewhere along the road, and decided to find it. My shoulder hurt and there was a bump on my forehead : so the journey to the summit of the hill was painful. When I gained the summit I gazed down and my eyes took in the uncanny sight. The last rays of the setting sun shone on an old. tumbled-down building. The long slanting shadow gave it a gloomy look. My mind was torn between the fear of walking back to the farm in the dark, and staying in that place until I was found. I chose the lesser of the two evils and traversed the remaining distance to the building. Upon closer inspection of the building, my fears were increased. There was no glass in the windows and an old battered door hung on one rusty hinge. The steps were gone and tall weeds grew to the threshold. The chimney had toppled over and some of the bricks had fallen to the ground. I armed myself with one and bravely entered the building. There was only one room, and it was devoid of furniture. There were a few scraps of paper on the floor, and the remnants of a lunch bore witness that the place had been entered not long ago. After finding an old text-book in a cupboard. I realized that this was a school house. Well, there certainly wasn’t anything to fear in a school house. By this time it was twilight. I wished that I had a heavy wrap, for a pongee shirt is very little protection in the piercing cold of a North Dakota night. As darkness came on. my nervousness increased. I could not stand still, and I dared not go out into the open. Soon the coyotes began to howl. I moved towards the corner, and in the darkness stumbled and fell. I lay there afraid to move. When the door opened, my heart was in my mouth. A white figure floated in. and I said in a choking voice. “Who are you?” I am the ghost of English! I was murdered by the pupils of this school. (tf 42 yj PADUAN and my spirit must roam around the world until my death is avenged.” As he finished speaking he moved aside and back of him I saw two more figures. The first spoke up. ”1 am the Spirit of Ancient History. I was tortured to death by wrong dates and names stuck into my body: at every part of it.” And I.” said the other, am Spelling. I was starved to death by being simplified. I. too. must seek avengement.” Again the door opened. Another figure slowly advanced. It. too. was dressed in white. I feared that it would be Caesar's ghost. When a dim faraway voice said. 1 think she's coming out of it.” I opened my eyes and found myself in a room with the three white figures, a doctor and two nurses, and my father. Margaret wSt. Jacques. 29. BORROWERS Who has never met a borrower and at some time or other experienced the emotion that drives people to desperation? For instance, there are girls who are worse than the ragman for collecting paper. One of these will ask you to lend her a sheet till tomorrow. You very politely tell her you have only one sheet left, but this doesn’t discourage her at all. She says it doesn't matter, she’ll trv to make one sheet do. So with murderous looks you hand over your paper. Then she'll discover that she has no pencil. You tell her the lead in yours is broken, but this doesn’t bother her. She goes to the pencil sharpener, cranks it about ten minutes until your pencil has almost disappeared: then hands it back to you. She says the lead was too soft and wouldn't sharpen nicely. A little later you're awakened from your day dreams during English by a terrific nudge, and you hear the same clinging vine asking you for your notebook. She has forgotten to copy in her assignments and our notebooks are to be examined the next day. She all but wrecks your book trying to find what she wants, and when she does find it. it doesn't suit her. it doesn't come up to her expectations. You almost have to have a screen between yourself and her on examination day. or the teacher will think by mistake you copied your paper over twice. She'll go around telling the students that she never studies, but gets away” with it anyway. Next she’ll ask you to lend her six cents, which you give her to get rid of her. She tells another girl she intended to ask for more, but you were such a cheapskate” she didn't. Well, that six cents has left its rightful owner forever. At any rate. I know one ghost that’s going to have a disagreeably hot time wandering around on earth if it is true that the dead make reparation where they have offended. Is it any wonder people go insane with pests like these around them? There are a thousand things a borrower can think of to borrow from you. A few days later the borrower will start giving you beautiful compliments. When finally, in desperation you get up your courage and tell her what you think in a few intensely-living words, she feels, oh. so offended. She then tells everyone that she wouldn't speak to such a small, cheap person again for worlds! All I can do is hope with all my heart that she’ll stick to her resolve. Minnie Thomas. '28. 43 PADUAN RECESS Much restlessness! Gong rings! Much excitement! Almost everyone rushes to the lunch room. On the way there, some girls are deciding on the candy they are going to buy: others are planning their lunch. The girls are all laughing and discussing the last period—as compared with the lunch period, last night, this morning, on the street car. and a hundred other things. Alice, the girl with the greatest appetite, is at the head of the line. Margaret and Veda are already relishing their candy. Harriet and Rose hold a demonstration of candy eating in the halls on the second floor. Mary and Grace are denying themselves peanuts: hence, they both have a Fat Emma.’ Charlotte and Veronica are on a diet because they are trying to reduce. Since Marcella and Mary S. are nearest the door in English, they manage to run to the little corner store for an ice cream cone. There is a great deal of so-called noise and excitement in Room 6. because the Sophomores are having a religion test next period. Sylvia wants to know where a certain mountain is. while Anna does not even know what chapter the test is going to be on. Elinor is asking how many questions are going to be given in the test. Meanwhile, several Sophomores are racing up the stairway to their room. Rose, the biggest one. gets there first. Myrtle has scrambled her whole desk searching for her compact. Lucille is writing a notice on the blackboard regarding the loss of her fountain pen. Margaret is doing her spring cleaning. Catherine was sure she had her purse, but she can’t seem to find it. Marcelline says she must get English finished no matter what happens. The Freshmen s room is vacant. T he freshies are all in the lunch room learning how to enjoy recess. Some of the juniors and seniors are in their assembly room doing their Shorthand. Bernie and Evelyn cannot possibly fail in doing theirs. Bernyce Montana, and Lorena are around their friend, the radiator, whom they find particularly inviting. Johanna has gone home for a few minutes to see how the folks are getting along. Jane. Evelyn E.. Winifred, and Elvira are in the library studying. They are going on a wiener roast tonight. There, that’s the bell! Everyone hastens to her class line. The girls in the lunch room form single files and quietly march up the stairs. Classes! Quiet again! Mary Stlcz. MY PECULIARITY Lovely. lovely pickles! How I love them; yet they have drawn me on to my destruction. Yes. I. a promising young lawyer, for whom my parents had the fondest hopes: but. alas, I had the most horrible vice, which they discovered only too soon: my love and irrepressible craving for pickles. If. when I was invited by one of my friends to dinner, there were pickles upon the table. I immediately, at sight of them, lost all sense of propriety and. seizing the dish ate every one of the pickles. My friends were horrified, and no more was I invited to their dinner. My craving grew until it was satisfied only by five or six quarts of pickles a day. One by one friends deserted me. my parents died of sorrow, and I am left alone to pass the remainder of my years, uncared for. next to a large pickle factory. Lucille Norton. ’28. 44 tf PADUAN ts NATURE In the natural order, the greatest gift of God. to man. is the sublime beauty of nature. Nothing is more soothing than the hushed stillness of the shaded forest. Nothing more exquisite than the murmured song of the tiny brook as it hurries on its endless way to the sea. Each flower, regardless of size or hue. is in itself a work of art unsurpassed by the most skilled of artists: so gorgeous no painter's brush could ever portray the delicate beauty of tint. The grass under foot, a soft velvet carpet, rests the eye and quiets the restless heart. The sight of the sturdy oak as it stands in serene strength and dignity fills one s very being with the greatness of God. Nothing is more uplifting or inspiring than this rugged tree as it rears its proud head to the skies. It makes us feel small and weak to think how it stands the test of time, defying wind and storm, when we mortals fall and grumble when our burden is too heavy. Dainty gauzy-winged butterflies encircle the tiny flowers, swathed in the crystal dew of early morning, searching for the sweet honey hidden deep in their twisted buds. Fleecy clouds, clad in brilliant splendor, float leisurely through the sky disappearing in the distance. Tiny birds flit out and in the foliage singing their songs of joy to all the world. Is not God deserving of their joyous praise for out of the generosity of His heart he gave to them a home such as no mortal possesses? But do we thank Him for this beauty He has bestowed upon us? Do we appreciate the peace and pleasure it imparts to us? If we would only study nature, let it function in our lives, how much richer they would be. Live a life of quiet, brilliant splendor: so that when we like the clouds float into that great unknown we may come to our God with a heart more pure for having loved His gift of nature. Veda Akin. '27. AFTER THE RAINFALL After the rainfall A warm breeze swept Over the dear, sunshiny land. Across the heavens Stretched the rainbow. In all its tinted beauty Surrounded by A broken mass of clouds. The rain dripped from the leaves Upon the ground beneath Like silvery pearls. Drop by drop. Paths were lines of shiny water. And on all window-sills. Were water-rows of jewels. Pretty butterflies Flitted gaily in the sun. And the lilacs Were heavy with fragrance That filled the air with perfume. —Rose Rapacz. PADUAN “ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD” The day Grace Wills married Charlie Thompson was to Helen Converse the luckiest day her friend could possibly have. Thompson, a man about town.” although several years older than Grace, was her one ambition. With his money, cars, corps of servants and magnificent home on the Hudson, what else could any girl deserve? Love him? No—Grace would not call it love, but that would come later. The Wills-T hompson wedding was the social event of the season in Bluedalc. Given at the Glenwood Country Club with all its beauty and magnificence, it was a never-to-be-forgotten day. Grace’s chum. Helen Converse. was her only attendant, while Thompson's college chum. Jack Longton. was best man. “Oh! Helen. I'm so happy. I could cry. ' said Grace as she was preparing for the wedding trip to the Mediterranean. I do hope you will be as lucky as I am.” Don’t you worry. Grace.” Helen replied, just you wait, you'll be a staid, old. married woman, while I'll be dashing around on the continent with all the wealthy nobles.” Both girls laughed, embraced, and ran down to the limousine where Thompson was waiting for his charming young wife. Three months later the Charles Payntec-Thompsons' were at home” in their magnificent home. Glendale-on-the-Hudson.” A week later Grace motored to Bluedale to visit her friend. Helen. Arriving at the Converse’s beautiful but modest bungalow she jumped lightly from her long imported roadster, ran up to the front door, and was just going to ring the bell when she spied a large sign which read For Sale. Taking note of the real estate firm's address on the sign. Grace jumped into her car and was soon at the office of the real estate firm. Here she v;as ushered into the private sanctum of the president himself. Mr. Martin Schenk. Grace stated her reason for calling and after explaining that she was a close friend of Helen Converse’s. Schenk spoke. Mrs. Thompson, your friend. Miss Helen Converse, is in very straitened circumstances. Her widowed father, who as everyone thought was a respectable attorney in Bluedale. was in reality one of the biggest operators of a gambling den in New York City. This was unknown to his daughter until the day before his death, when one of his supposed friends planned to blackmail Miss Converse, and hence told her everything. The shock of his daughter hearing the kind of man he really was killed old Tom Converse instantly.” But where is Helen now? interrupted Grace. That I cannot tell you until I have her permission.” he replied. I was asked to tell no one of her whereabouts. She has her home for sale so as to pay off some debts incurred by her father and has already sold all the furnishings. Grace left Schenk with the promise that he would sec Helen and get permission to give her her address. The following day as Grace was putting on her riding habit to go for her morning ride, she received a call from Schenk. Mrs. Thompson?” inquired Schenk. Yes. yes. Grace replied. c 46 W PADUAN “Mrs. 'T hompson. I am sorry to say that your friend. Miss Converse, refuses to see you now that she is in reduced circumstances. She said now that she can no longer travel in the same society with her former friends, she would rather not see them. Grace, who was naturally quick tempered, instead of feeling sorry for her friend, became angry. “Very well.’’ she replied. “So that’s the way she feels about it. With this she hung up the receiver determining never to try to locate her chum again. Meanwhile. Helen was working as a stenographer in the office of a large building firm. One day as she was typing at her desk, she felt as though someone were watching her. Looking up. she looked straight into the face of Jack Longton. Charlie T hompson’s best man. whom she had not seen since the wedding. “Helen, how is it that you are here?” cried Jack. “Why I’ve looked everywhere for you.” “Oh! Jack. I’m so glad to sec you. You can’t imagine how I've missed all my old friends. Do tell me how dear Grace and Charlie arc and all the others.” “Well. Helen, as far as Grace and Charlie are concerned. I can’t give you very good news. replied Jack. “Jack, what has happened? Do tell me. cried Helen. “Why. Helen, haven’t you read in the papers about their domestic troubles? Why. every now and then, the papers have some outrageous write-up. many times worse than it really is. “Oh! Jack, why I thought they were perfectly happy! You see. I don’t read the papers much because—well—well, you see I am trying to pay off some small debts, and so I take in sewing at night and don’t have much time for reading.” “Why. you dear, brave girl!” cried Jack. “To think of your having to work so hard. Why didn't you call on some of your friends? “No. Jack, you can't go to your friends in times like this. You have to fight it out alone. Helen answered. “But. my dear girl, you can't go on working like this forever!” cried Jack. Helen then told him her plans. Two more weeks at her present work and she would have all the debts paid. Then she was going to furnish a small apartment. After more questioning. Jack left Helen with the promise to call for her at five-thirty that evening and take her out to Grace’s home. Arriving at the Thompsons' palatial residence they were ushered into a luxurious reception room. Grace soon came, but oh! what a different Grace from the careful Grace that Helen had known. “Helen!” “Grace!” cried Helen, and the both girls were locked in each others arms. Jack, applying the old saying. Two's a couple, three's a crowd.” quietly let himself out through the large French doors onto the adjoining veranda. “My dear Helen. said Grace. “Oh! why didn’t you write me when your poor father died? You poor girl, to think of your having to bear all your troubles alone.” PADUAN “Oh, Grace—after I had learned the truth about poor father. I could not bear to see any of my old friends—not even you. But two weeks more of hard work and I'll be free to live my own life and do all the little things I had planned to do. And now tell me all about yourself, your trip. Charlie, and all the dozen and one things that have happened since that great day.’’ Grace's face clouded and a cynical expression was on her lips as she answered Helen's question. “Well. dear. I haven’t very good news to tell you. As I suppose you know. Charlie and I arc living as complete strangers here. Each one of us has an apartment, and our meals are served in our own rooms. We were entirely unsuited for each other and found this out after our honeymoon. Oh! my dear, don’t marry unless you really love a man! Don’t marry him for his looks or his gold. Love the man you marry, whether he has gold or not. and you'll have a golden future. Don't be a fool as I was.' “Oh. Grace. I’m so sorry.’ replied Helen. “I’m sure it’s all Charlie's fault.” “No. Helen, it's not Charlie's fault. It is mine. Charlie loved me and did everything to make one happy, but I was unreasonable with no thought of making a home. All 1 thought of was 'Eat. drink, and be merry.’ Now. I’m paying up for my foolhardiness. Now I am only too ready to settle down and make a home, but Charlie has grown tired of waiting, and seeks amusement elsewhere. Oh! only to have another chance to make good! cried Grace, with tears in her eyes. At this moment. Jack entered the room again and Grace dried her eyes quickly, but not before Jack had noticed that she had been crying. Helen and Jack soon left with the promise to come for dinner the following evening. “Oh! Jack. cried Helen, “how terrible to think of Grace and Charlie at odds! Oh. isn’t there something that can be done?’’ “Helen dear,” replied Jack, “can’t you think of yourself for awhile? Why do you always think of everyone else but yourself? Ever since that night, almost a year ago. that I asked you to become my wife you have evaded me—Helen—don’t you care a little?' “Oh. Jack, not a little, but. oh so much.” cried Helen. “That is why I left Bluedale the following day after I had lost my money and social position. I couldn’t bear to thrust myself on you as a burden.“ “But Helen, 1 loved you.’’ “Yes. Jack.’’ Helen replied. “I know what love is now. but then I didn’t. I was blind to everything but gold, social position, and travel, but now— after seeing the life Grace and Charlie lead I see the futility of material things compared to true love. ’ “Helen, let’s forget about the past and start all over with a golden future ahead of us. A year later found Jack and Helen living in a small but cozy apartment in Bluedale. Helen was already a real housewife planning her own meals. “Do you remember, dear. reminded Jack, “when at Grace’s wedding you said you were going to travel on the continent and meet all the nobles? “But Jack, that was before I knew what love is. Helen replied smilingly. “I’m just the happiest girl in the world. To think that we were aJ 48 tP PADUAN instrumental in bringing about Grace and Charlie's reconciliation makes me very happy. Their selling that large, cold house on the Hudson and buying a small bungalow was the smartest thing ever done. ‘ Helen, dear. replied Jack. I have some good news for you. I landed that big contract with the Howe Building Company. No more worry for us. From now on we'll have clear sailing. Jack. I'm so glad. Now we can buy a small bungalow out near Grace and Charlie’s and have a garden n‘ everything.” Alice Sandefur. THE ROSE AND THE SUN A rose so fair and sweet Looked at me with a smile; I stopped and smiled to her. She nodded all the while. Her petals were so pink. Her stem of velvet green. Her beauty was divine. The rarest I have seen. Her bed was in a garden That grew on nature's breast. The sun kissed all the flowers. This rose he loved the best. She grew beneath his warmth. She loved to see him smile: She grew for him. this rose. And nodded all the while. The sun. he shone for her. He loved this rose so rare. He loved her graceful ways And loved her smile so fair. I smiled as I passed on. Their love was love so rare. This love between the sun And rose ro sweet and fair. —Merlyne Bf.tzler, '28. n 49 tf PADUAN a THE DANCER At last the moment had arrived. Everyone present at the pageant was filled with joy at the thought that she would see the famous Violet Randell. the wonderful toe-dancer, dance out in the open. Anxiously they awaited her appearance. Suddenly from a sheltering place made up of green shrubbery and flowers. Violet tripped over the soft, green grass like a fairy. She made a beautiful picture in her white, veil-like dress and her golden locks that framed her pretty, round face. To the accompaniment of the music, she twirled and spun around on her toes with parted scarlet lips and shining eyes. The flute cooed and purled while the mandolin throbbed. Oh! what a contrast she was to the others. As she danced, she seemed to be a butterfly flitting gayly from flower to flower with never a thought for anyone. Behind her a silver pool shimmered in a space between the tree border and the larkspur on the other side of the lawn. At the conclusion of her dance, the audience applauded with a zest. Again and again, she danced, each time more like a sprite. The sky had deepened and seemed to be descending upon us. Still the dancer danced on and on. To me. she appeared not to be dancing on the fresh, green grass, but in a bubble of a dream, a bubble that would burst suddenly and disappear. The setting sun with its soft colors of rose and amber touched her silken hair: it gleamed like burnished gold, that flickered and shimmered here and there as the light fell upon it. Her dress was a pale pink mist. The sun reddened to a violet, and the horizon assumed tints of light pearl and opaline. As Violet danced. I thought I was in a world of dreams, from which I would soon awake. The music was dreamy and entrancing. The violin swelled with rhythmical strains. When Violet appeared for the last time, she danced as she never did before. With burning cheeks and flashing eyes, she seemed to be dancing her very life away. Her eyes might have been smiling, but on closer scrutiny one found they reflected something that did not speak of happiness only. All the beauty of the world around her was part of her dance. The leaves quivered: the fluttering of birds' wings could be heard faintly. Then slowly but gradually she danced toward the shrubbery and disappeared behind it. To this day she remains a never-to-be-forgotten picture in my memory. The charm of that single summer day is something fixed in my memory. Today as I sat alone. I reflected upon the sad. tragic ending of Violet's life. I read her death notice in the newspaper. Her end was altogether different from her life. Like a fly caught in a cobweb, she had danced slowly into the web woven by a villain who deadened her youthful fancies. Her life gradually went out like the silvery stars that disappear slowly as the dawn approaches. Rose Rapacz. '27. PADUAN FLOWER-FRIENDS One of my most longed-for desires is to keep a garden of flowers. Flowers! Just rows upon rows of them. White ones, red ones, blue ones, pink ones, yellow ones, and purple ones. Rowers of every description. They are my friends. This may sound absurd to many folks, but in my little experience of garden-making I love them. God is our friend. It was He who gave us these beautiful flowers: so why shouldn't they be our friends as well? There are the lilies, for instance, of pearliest white: the tulips, of a hundred different colors: the forget-me-nots so tiny and sweet: and the rose of the reddest hue most loved by Saint Theresa of the Child Jesus. These flowers give cheer to the sick, rich as well as poor, and many an aching heart has been soothed by a lovely sun floweret. What happiness there is to rise in the lovely spring morning and walk through a garden of perfumes! Each little blossom nodding its head as you pass by. How lovely a picture! To care for these beauties, to transplant them, and to help them keep their charm. What a pleasure! I have but little experience in caring for them, but nevertheless it is one of my most cherished desires to have just rows upon rows of friendly flowers. Dorothy Myers. 28. A REAL AMERICAN We honor you. oh. famous man. We honor all your acts and deeds. You who didst lend a willing hand. Regardless of the nation's creeds. You always helped the ones in need. We know you tried to do your best. In love and work you sowed the seed Of honesty in every test. We honor you. oh. famous man. You were a true and worthy son. A kind and brave American. An honest man. George Washington. —Margaret Murray. '29. 31 PADUAN THE LITTLE FLOWER St. Therese is the patron saint of all the religion classes. St. Therese was born at Alencon in France on the second of January. 1873. and she died at the Carmelite Convent. Lixieux. on the thirtieth of April. 1897. She distinguished herself chiefly by her burning love for God and her wonderful trust in Him. Her favorite text of scriptures was. “Unless ye become as little children, ye shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven. The following stanza of one of the poems, which is her own composition, and one that we take pleasure in reading, is: With heavenly armor am I clad today: The hand of God has thus invested me. What now from Him could tear my heart away: What henceforth come between my God and me? With Him for Guide, the fight I face serene: Nor furious fire, nor foe. nor death. I fear. My enemies shall know I am a queen. The spouse of God. most high, most dear. This armor I shall keep while life shall last: Thou. Thou, hast given it me. my King, my Spouse! My fairest, brightest gems, by naught on earth surpast. Shall be my sacred vows. (rt 52 PADUAN tf “OUR LADY. SEAT OF WISDOM' CLUB “Our Lady. Scat of Wisdom Club, is the name chosen by the class in Religion II. Besides the Sophomores, the class counts among its members two seniors and three juniors. The Club was organized in September. 1926. The meetings take place at eleven o’clock for halt hour periods, four times a week. The object of the Club is to acquire a fervent devotion to Our Lord and His Blessed Mother, and to imitate closely the lives of Jesus and Mary in Galilee. The following prayer has been adopted by the Club: Teach me. wise Mother of Son. most wise. Teach me thy Son to love: all else despise. The work as outlined for the class began with a survey of the Holy Land, i. e., its location, climate, political conditions, its people, their dwellings, occupation. and dress: as a result, we all have a greater love for our Lord's homeland and hope to visit it after we leave school. The present work of the club is a study of the religious and literary interpretation of St. Luke’s Gospel. There are several reasons for the choice of this Gospel: it is written from the beginning: that is. from the Birth of Our Saviour. St. Luke is the Evangelist of the Blessed Virgin. His style is considered the most artistic. Each chapter is read and thoroughly studied. Passages are memorized, topics are discussed and certain terms, vividly explained. Finally, a test is taken at the end of the chapter, which averages about once a week. For special work during Lent each girl of the Club learned a lesson from each Sunday’s sermon, and then reported on it the following Monday. Furthermore. various questions pertaining to religion have been brought up by members of the Club and discussed and answered according to Christian Doctrine. It is our hearty desire that the religious activities of the Club will continue after the close of this school year, and that other classes will take up the work in a spirit of study and devotion to our Holy Faith. LIFE AND TOMORROW Life is full of joys and woes and heartbreaks. Life is full of care and full of sorrow. We must look for all the joys and gladness That are sure to come in our tomorrow. Cleanse our souls for deeds that will be waiting. Clear our hearts of care and all our sorrows. Gather all the joys and all the gladness Just to fill up all our bright tomorrows. Murlyne Betzler. ’28. 53 w PADUAN WHAT MY RELIGIOUS INSTRUCTIONS HAVE MEANT TO ME As I look back over the years of my studying at a parochial school. I realize that from the very first grade the religion period was the most enjoyable period of the day. The thought that I had a Father in heaven watching over me was always a comfort to me. and the beautiful lives of the saints were far more thrilling and interesting to me than any fairy tale. And now. when I have had. for the last two years of my schooling, the privilege of reading the bible under the direction of our pastor. Father Wilbee. religion is still my favorite subject. His instructions are not only practical but inspirational. One cannot but regret the joyless childhood that so many children experience when they are denied the benefits of a religious training. In one of our instructions we came across the text. ‘From those to whom much is given, much will be expected. Much'’ has been given'' to us in a Catholic school, and God has a right to expect much from us in return. I hope and trust that in the future we shall not fall away from the high standards and ideals which have been implanted in us by our teachers all during our school life. Winifred O’Reilly, ’27. During my four years of high school, my religious instruction has been of great value to me. It has increased my devotion for the Blessed Sacrament and to the Blessed Virgin. Though it has not made me a student of theology, it has increased my knowledge to such an extent that I am able to answer some of the difficult questions which I meet in social circles, and in the business world. It has also placed an inclination in my heart to become better acquainted with the teachings of Holy Church which did not come in this course. Veronica Barrett, 'll. During my two years of high school, religious instruction has meant serious thinking to me. It has helped me to choose my companions with discretion: to look with a different view upon the world. It has helped me not to judge people too harshly for their little faults: and it has taught me how to overcome some of my faults. Religion has made me want to do things better for the love of God. It has created a desire in me to use all my time profitably. It has made me want to devote my energies to the honor and glory of God. Cecilia Tracy, '29. af PADUAN IS DORIS SPEAKS My religious instruction has impressed me with a sense of responsibility for my own acts. Before we had instruction I did not think about some of the church’s beautiful services and devotions, for example, the Holy Mass. Whenever I went to Mass, usually it was because I felt obliged to go: but now, I love to go. 1 also attend many other devotions because 1 enjoy them. Since I have been studying the bible in school. I enjoy reading it when I am alone. The instruction in religion will help us in our daily lives. Doris Blakely. AN OCTOBER THOUGHT Madonna of the Rosary we pray That we may ever love our Lord and thee. Teach us sweet Christian charity And guard us lest perchance from good we stray. Remember every short October day That we have tried to please and honor thee By saying with the world the Rosary That gains God’s blessing on our work and play. Minnie Thomas. 28. A DECEMBER THOUGHT When winter throws his mantle o'er the earth: And all the world is white with snowy hue. Then all of nature's beauty shows the worth: Of everything of God’s, both old and new. The snow upon the trees and on the ground Make wond rous pictures beautiful to see: And seems to brighten all the world around. To fill the hearts of man with charity. So we forget our ills at Christmas time: And hail good-fellowship with Christmas chimes. Marie Hall. 28. PADUAN POETS Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells Hunger that craves immortal bread and wine. Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath. Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod. They shall not live who have not tasted death: They only sing who are struck dumb by God. Joyce Kilmer. CHRISTMAS The holly’s red as drops of blood. Like pearl the mistletoe. The pine and box in faithful green Stand steadfast in the snow. Cecilia Bf.ser. CHRYSANTHEMUMS Chrysanthemums, balls of fluff. One look at you is not enough To fill my heart s desire. Long I wish to gaze and gaze. Love your beauty. learn your ways; The soul of you. admire. Lucille McPortland. CHRYSANTHEMUMS We went to see a Chrysanthemum show. The flowers were neatly in a row. Some were big. and some were small. But their color and beauty charmed us all. Beauty and color deep set in. Nature itself had tried to win. Dorothy Cashmore. 56 tP HU eft Aft ' 'iV . ' :j. A J. ' } •.■ ■: -’v iy ?r ': ■ ; SCIENCE PADUAN tf COMPOSITION OF THE AIR Oxygen and hydrogen Out for a walk one day. Said hydrogen 10 oxygen: “Come let us off and play!” These very social elements Combined immediately And in the course of events Were trickling down the bay. Said oxygen, “There's nitrogen Away up in the air.” Said hydrogen to oxygen: “Just let him stay up there!” And soon along came carbon Seeking for some fun. He at once saw oxygen. And said: “Oh. will you come? So oxygen with carbon went And hydrogen felt blue. Oxygen to carbon lent Two atoms: then CO... EXPERIMENTS Experiments to Juniors gay. At first were taken in dismay. We'd run and shut our ears for fear An explosion we might hear. The wrong materials we would mix. And then be in an awful fix. Until we quickly threw it out Before the teacher came about. But now we boldly do proceed To make reactions that we need. In spite of all the fact that we Are just beginning Chemistry. Anne Rapacz. ’28. PAPUAN 0) HOW SOME FLOWERS GOT THEIR NAMES THE LILY-OF-THE-VALLEY AND THE CALLA LILY Long, long ago. when the world and the gods were young, there dwelt on Mt. Olympus a beautiful little goddess. This little goddess loved to play with a pretty shepherd boy. who tended the flocks of the great goddess, the Moon. But the Moon was jealous. She wanted the little girl herself. One day. while the Moon was sleeping, the boy and the little goddess ran away. Soon the Moon rose, trailing her star-bedecked robe across the sky. and removing her veil of clouds from her face that she might dazzle the mortals by her beauty. Looking down, she saw far below her the little goddess and her lover. Oh. how angry she became! She shrouded her face with her veil: she flung her skirts wide in her fury. She plucked a harmless little star from her shoulder and flung it at them. Heartless children. she cried, do you think you can thwart me? Become, foolish goddess, a Lily-of-the-Valley. You are unfit to grow in any but a humble place. As for you. thankless boy. you shall be a Calla Lily. The Lily-of-the-Valley tied her bonnet closely so that her face could scarcely be seen. The Calla pulled his cowl over his face because he was rebuked by so great a personage. And to this day these lilies hide their faces. Doris Plante. 30. PADUAN a THE WATER-LILY Once upon a time the Goddess of the Sea was very lonesome, and she was wishing that she had a little child to amuse her and to keep her company. The other members of the kingdom of the sea tried every device they could think of to entertain and to cheer her. but one after another they failed. The Goddess’s attendants were distracted with anxiety for her and were wondering what they could do. One night, the Goddess was very sad. She looked out of her castle window and saw a ship skimming peacefully over the water. Many happy people were aboard this vessel and in their midst played merry children. The Goddess in a jealous rage caused the sea to be rough and stormy. The next morning the attendants of the Goddess found a beautiful child mortal in the castle. Of course, they were all very excited and all had the same thought in their mind, that at last they had found the thing that would please their Goddess. They all thought the child was beautiful and at once brought her before the Goddess of the Sea. She was delighted, but as she was wiser than the attendants, she knew that a mortal child could not live in the sea and this made her very sad again. She did not want to part with the child, and so she decided to change her into a beautiful white water-lily. The Goddess became very happy again enjoying the company of this beautiful flower which reminded her so much of a beautiful innocent child. Marcella Brouillard. ’27. THE DAY-FLOWER Once upon a time there was a naughty little goddess whose name was Iris. Minerva, who is the goddess of wisdom, commanded all the little goddesses to remain home in the evenings and not play outdoors. Iris would not do as Minerva commanded, and would play out as long as she pleased. One night. Minerva called the little goddess to her and told her she would be severely punished if she went out at night again. Iris promised she wouldn’t, but when she saw what a lovely moonlight night it was and thought how much fun she could have, she could not resist the temptation. Minerva watched to see if she would keep her promise, and when she found out that the little goddess was untruthful she followed her. She soon overtook her. Iris. I told you if you went out again you would be punished.” Iris pleaded in vain, for Minerva remained firm. Minerva then changed her into a flower which blooms only in the morning and now she is known by all as Commeliana or Day Flower. Eleanor Kron. ’30. HYACINTHUS Dear little yellow flower. That shone near the sunkissed tower. Hyacinthus is your name. From your color, came your fame. Isabel Patro. ’30. o 59 w PADUAN THE BLUEBELL Once upon a time. oh. many, many years ago, there lived a tiny and beau tiful fairy. She was a very good little elfin and all who knew her loved her. Her skin was as soft and white as the milky way. and when she wanted any color for her cheeks or lips, she arose early in the morning when the sun was just beginning to climb into the heavens, and snatched some of the beautiful hues from the clouds surrounding the sun. Of course, being so tiny and fragile she could not wear coarse cloth for clothes, and so she had a dress fashioned from cobwebs and trimmed with sparkling drops of silvery dew. On her feet, she wore tiny silver slippers made from the petals of flowers. To protect her fair skin from the burning sun. she always wore a tiny bell-shaped cap which fitted snugly over her perfect little head. Now. Nippy, for that was the fairy’s name, lived in fairyland with the other fairies. Since the fairies had a land of their own. their fairy queen forbade them to leave the country without her special permission, unless it was to the land of the mortals. The reason was that in the land outside of fairyland there lived many wicked animals: for this reason, a huge wall was built around the home of the fairies. One morning, bright and early, a few of the older fairies, thought that they would have a little fun with Nippy who was the youngest of them all. They happened to be cutting up paper and making paper flowers, and finding that they hadn't enough paper, they sent Nippy to get the paper stretcher. The fairies told her to keep right on going, if she didn’t find it at the first place where they told her to go. even if she had to cross the huge wall. The queen fairy, not wishing to frighten Nippy had never told her what lay outside the wall. Poor little Nippy knew nothing of the wild animals that lived out there. She could not. of course, find the paper stretcher at any of the places that the fairies had enumerated, and so, believing that no harm would come to her. she ran unnoticed to the huge iron gate and quickly slid the bolt out of place and slipped out into the world beyond. Nippy had now been walking around for about an hour and as a consequence she was very, very hungry and tired. As she walked along a dark wood a huge cat bounded out of it after her. Nippy gave a scream and started to run and as she did so. her little hat blew off her head and dropped into a dark blue pool of water. The little fairy was very fleet of foot, and so after a time she outdistanced him. but at first she could hardly run. She ran and ran and finally she was delighted to see the big gate leading into fairyland loom up before her eyes. Many fairies were grouped about the gate looking out anxiously for a sight of Nippy. When they saw her coming, they quickly opened the gate for the utterly exhausted little fairy. As it was the rule that every fairy must wear a cap a group of fairies formed a search party to go out and look for Nippy’s cap. They looked and looked, using Nippy as a guide, who was now rested and refreshed. Although the search was most thorough, no cap was to be seen. The only thing seen that resembled Nippy’s cap was a bellshaped and beautiful fragile flower growing by a deep blue pool of water. The fairies had never seen this kind of flower before, and so they decided that Nippy should have the honor of naming it and she called it Blue-bell. Consequently Bluebell is the name it is known by to this day. Margaret Robertson. 30. «===� 60 PADUAN tf WHERE THE MOCCASIN FLOWER ORIGINATED The youngest son of the chief of the Sioux Indians was dearly loved by all the people of the tribe. I he boy enjoyed hunting and fishing. At twilight he could often be seen slowly paddling his canoe down the stream just as the sun was shedding its last rays over the tops of the gigantic poplars. Near his tent a small patch of violets were growing and each night, before retiring, he would place his moccasins near the violets. One night, while he was still young, he was called by the Great Spirit to the happy hunting grounds. The next morning one of his brothers wanted the little chief's moccasins, and he could not find them, but in the place where they had been a beautiful plant was growing. A tiny moccasin was growing from one of its branches, and from that day to this it has been called the pink moccasin. Loretta Reilly. ’30. HOW PANSIES CAME TO EARTH There was great rejoicing on Mount Olympus for a little goddess had been born. She was called Joy because of the joy she brought when she was born. Her hair was like the golden fleece, and her skin like velvet. Pluto, king of the underworld, desired little Joy. and contrived a plan to get her. He invited the people of the heavens to the underworld for a great feast. While they were enjoying the feast the king told a soldier to steal little Joy. But Orion, the watcher, prevented the soldier from taking the little goddess. This made Pluto very angry, and he went to the heavens not long after and tried to kidnap Joy. The faithful Orion was with the goddess, and fought a duel with the king to prevent his getting her. While they were fighting the king struck off the head of the goddess Joy. who had run too close to the dualists. When they looked for her head they saw only a gold and white face where her head had fallen. Evelyn Ryan. ‘30. ORCHIDIA Orchidia was a very beautiful goddess, but she was as modest and humble and good as she was beautiful. This goddess loved flowers. She would flit down to earth and talk for hours with them. One day as she was conversing with her loved ones, she noticed a very handsome young man. He was strolling among the trees and flowers. Orchidia went up to him. and he instantly fell in love with her. Amor wished Orchidia to stay on earth with him. but she refused, as her home was on Mt. Olympus and the gods were compelled to live there. So the young man allowed her to go to her home, but begged and implored her to come down to earth and sec him every day. She promised that she would, and faithfully did she keep her promise, until Amor asked her to marry him. This she could not do as the gods and goddesses could marry no mortal. This grieved Orchidia because she loved Amor dearly. She told him that she could not marry him. This made him very angry. In his rage he ran away from Orchidia. She also became angry and in a fit of madness, she thought of blinding Amor and making him roam over the earth in this pitiable condition. But as she still loved him. she could not endure the thought of such a punishment: so she changed him into a flower and named it Orchid, after herself. Nestled away in shady, hidden woods this flower is found to this day. ELIZABETH POST. '30. O- =tP 61 PADUAN SYMPATHETIC FRIENDS Flowers are my most beloved friends. The drooping rose with its delicious fragrance: the shy violet hiding itself behind a rock: the big sunflower turning longingly towards the sun: the brown-eyed daisy: the specked pansy: the carnation: the tiny lilies of the valley: the lilac: and even the clover—all these bring happy, tender memories to me. But of all these I love only the rose and the lily. The lily signifies to me. an emblem of purity. like the soul of a pure, innocent child who looks upon the world with innocent eyes not noting its wickedness, but only its good works and its best thoughts. The blushing rose reminds me of a sweet girl who is just in the bloom of youth unaccustomed to life and its hardships. Its fragrance fill me with wonderful thoughts of love of God and how this love permeates all that is best in this beautiful world of ours, how this love urges loving souls to heroic deeds of sacrifice and makes the keenest suffering, sheer joy. It is a flower made for lovers. The flowers are my friends because they soothe me in my various, turbulent moods. When I stroll in the garden looking at the colorful plants around me. I consider myself rich, because of my knowledge and my appreciation of flowers. I feel very sorry for the type of souls represented by ‘Peter Bell''— A primrose by a river s brim. A yellow primrose was to him. And it was nothing more. All people do not realize the beauty of flowers in the home and garden. Flowers cheer up the home and garden by their mere presence and add to their beauty. 1 have many friends, but I love none better than my garden friends, the flowers. Anne Rapacz, ’28. KEEP A-SMILING When the skies are dull and gray. And your thoughts are far from gay. Keep a-smiling! When the raging winds do blow. And you know not how to row, Keep a-smiling! When you do not get your way. And you’re sad the live-long day. Keep a-smiling! —Agnes Hickey. 28. to 62 -V tf PADUAN a SOME REFLECTIONS ON THE CONSTITUTION The seventeenth day of September has been set aside by the States as Constitution Day. The idea of those who foster this movement, is to give to us all some idea of the sacredness of this document, to teach us reverence and respect for it, and to make us familiar with the document which has guided, for over a century, the destiny of the greatest nation of the world. The constitution itself is not a long article, in fact it is only a few pages that can be read in a short time. How this small document, drawn up in times far removed from ours and destined to govern only four million people, is still functioning so well a hundred and forty years after, in a population of over a hundred million people, forms one of the most interesting stories of constitutional development in the history of the world. The men who sat at the table in that humble little hall in Philadelphia thought that they knew the vastness of their tasks, but could they have looked ahead to the mighty nation of today, the bravest would have recoiled from the work before them. Yet there were master minds at that conference.—James iMadison. who is called the Father of the Constitution: George Washington, who was destined to become the first leader of the nation: Benjamin Franklin, who had garnered wisdom from many years of life, and many other prominent patriots and statesmen, all imbued with a sincere wish for the country's welfare. Why and how has this document served us in such different circumstances, is the question the student asks today. The answer is because it has grown and developed to meet the changing problems of the years, by means of statute, custom and amendment. The Framers of the Constitution made a wise provision for amending the constitution so that it would be able to cope with the progress which time brings in customs and ideas. In this way. we have kept abreast of the modern changes and have yet retained the original document as our guide. This development and growth was far removed from the intentions of the Framers of the Constitution. Jefferson, who became one of the great leaders in the early development, believed in a strict construction of the constitution. He believed that the people should have wide powers. While Hamilton believed in a very free interpretation of the Constitution and in limiting the power of the people. He believed that the privilege of voting belonged to the wellborn. the well-educated—in other words, to the select few. The two men were bitter enemies, yet. strange to say. our government has followed in its course part of the teaching of each. It would have been difficult to have confined the vote to a select few in a country whose greatness has been won and is due to the frontiersman, the pioneer, and the immigrant, who surely do not belong to Hamilton's select few. Jefferson himself, before his own term was out. had been forced to accept a liberal interpretation of the constitution when he sanctioned the purchase of Louisiana. 'Today, there seems a tendency to hearken back to Hamilton's idea, and it seems that today we are giving the Federal government more and greater powers. It was only by dint of strong co-operation among the states that we kept the Child Labor problem from being given over to the Federal government. Even now there is much controversy concerning the control of marriage and divorce 63 PADUAN laws and the problem of education, by the States. Many people are in favor of having these questions handed over to the Federal government, but in the minds of many people of keen intellect there seems a danger that the Federal government will become too powerful and the States' Rights will be in danger. Mrs. Fosseen in a recent speech said: I would like to sec the women a great stabilizing force guarding against increased centralization of power in federal government. Let us work toward that perfect balance between state rights on the one hand and federal sovereignty on the other and let us continue to develop this nation in self-government ’ There is a seeming tendency on the part of the people to surrender to the school that which belongs to the parent: and on the part of the State to surrender to the Federal government that which belongs to itself. Senator Reed in an address at the Catholic University of America, said: Modern law-givers are trying to do by statute what has to be done by the Church, the school and the home: and they fail. We must in this country get back to the first principles. Leave to the mother and the father that which belongs to the mother and father—leave to the private citizen that which belongs to the private citizen—leave to the school that which belongs to the school, and leave to the Church that which belongs to the Church. For. if you ever begin interference where will you end? Therefore, it behooves lovers of liberty in America to study the Constitution and the story of its guard against too much centralization of power, so that one hundred and forty years from now American students will look back over three centuries, and will marvel, as we do today that the Constitution has functioned so well and has maintained that nice balance of power between the States and Federal government, which Hamilton and Jefferson unconsciously pointed out to us. and which has marked for us three hundred years of the greatest prosperity any nation has ever known. Elvira Newman, ’ll. A DAY AT ST. JOSEPH S ORPHANAGE Early in March, the sociology class of St. Anthony High School made a very interesting trip to St. Joseph's Orphanage. It was more interesting because of the graciousness of Mother Sebastian, who is a very charming hostess, and who made us feel quite at home. After a very pleasant hour spent viewing the reception rooms, dormitories, dining-rooms, libraries, etc.. Mother took us to the schoolrooms, where the boys were having classes. In each classroom the boys sang, spoke, or told us of some of the interesting visitors they had had during the year. They were very insistent on telling us about Babe Ruth and Gene Tunney. who were greater heroes to them than Achilles was to the Greeks. Later, we made a brief visit to the Chapel, and I could not help noticing the beautiful linens that were on the altar. When we were being escorted to the Sisters' dining room, we saw. through a window, a group of the younger children outside, playing to their hearts’ content. We watched them for a few moments, then went on our way to the dining room, where we found that the Sisters had gone to the trouble of preparing a lunch for us. to which we did full justice. PADUAN When we were leaving, we promised Mother Sebastian that we would come again and give the boys a program. We also decided to donate a Guest Book to the Home. 'T he Seniors of St. Anthony High School, the Class of 'll. arc the first to have their names written in this. We faithfully kept our promise, and on Palm Sunday, a beautiful spring day. we went out to the orphanage and gave the following program: Piano Solo .. . . Evelyn Emond Song Johanna Collins and Charlotte Tonry Reading . ... ... Clara Brombach Violin Solo Bernice O'Hara Accompanied by Alice OfTerman Song Verena Arrcll Piano Solo Evelyn Rivers Song Alice OfTerman Reading . . Mary Howley Song Bernice O'Hara Reading Bernice DeLaii.i Piano Solo Evelyn Emond Chorus Seniors of St. Anthony High School The boys listened very attentively and applauded most vigorously. The girls answered to several encores, and the boys gave us a program in return. They recited some of Kipling’s poems, and sang the Boy Scout songs very well. The little ones did their share in the program, too: one tiny little lad sang Bobbie Shafto for us. He enjoyed it as much as we did. We were very much impressed by the home-like atmosphere, which the Sisters with infinite care and patience, have created for their little ones. One cannot think of this orphanage as an institution, when he secs the pleasant, kindly relations existing between the Sisters and their charges, but he thinks of it as a real home—ST. JOSEPH S HOME FOR BOYS. Evelyn Emond. '27. DEBATE The Class in Civics chose for their topic in debate this year the question. Resolved: That Congress should authorize a Federal Department of Education with a Secretary in the President's Cabinet. This is the topic all the High Schools throughout the States are debating this year. The affirmative was upheld by Rose Rapacz. Harriet Shaughncssy. and Evelyn Rivers, while the negative was supported by Elvira Newman. Veronica Barrett, and Evelyn Emond. Very good and convincing arguments were given by both sides. The affirmative emphasied the fact that it would dignify education to place a Secretary of this Department in the President's Cabinet: that it would make education in America more uniform and there would be less illiteracy: that research work could be accomplished with less expense and more efficiency. The negative brought out as their strongest points that it would involve unnecessary expense: that the bureau of education is already covering this field well: that it would kill originality in methods of teaching, and that it is another step towards increased centralization of power in the Fedejal Government which is not desirable. The affirmative did not prove as strong in rebuttal as the negative. The decision was unanimous in favor of the negative. Evelyn Rivers. 27. 65 PADUAN OUR VISIT TO THE STATE CAPITOL Our Civic Class observed the practical side of government, the day we visited the Capitol. It was the first time that some of us had ever seen the inside of the Capitol. We were taken by surprise when we entered the main corridor and saw the long vestibule that opened before us with its beautiful marble walls, its huge pillars and its magnificent paintings. A pleasant guide was at the entrance to meet us. He took us through the Capitol, and explained the meanings of the different paintings. We first went up a flight of stairs and saw the large dome, far above us. Hanging from the middle of the dome, was a chandelier of Austrian Cutglass. the largest in the United States. We were all very much impressed by this s:ene. We next visited the rooms assigned to the Senate and Representatives. Above the door of the Senate room was a beautiful painting of “The Contemplative Spirit of the Hast.' The figures in this picture represent “Thought.'' “Law. and Letters. The rooms that were assigned to the Senate and Representatives were large and comfortable looking. There were several men present, all chatting, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves and did not look as if the affairs of the State lay heavily on their minds. There were three women in the House, and one in the Senate. We then visited the governor's room and the chamber where the Supreme Court of the State holds its sessions. They were both large rooms richly decorated. In the governor's room were many paintings and one of the paintings was a picture of the Minnesota regiment in the Civil War: Archbishop Ireland is in one on the groups, riding a horse. We spent the remainder of the afternoon in the House. It is a very pleasing room with its grey. blue. gold, ivory, green and red coloring. Appropriate inscriptions are painted upon the arch over the Supreme Court room, the Senate Chamber, and the corridor. Everyone was anxious to get some enlightenment on the method by which our state government is conducted. We got some idea of procedure but the Session was not interesting to us. The teachers' tenure bill was to have come up. but they did not get to it. We were amused by the pages and doorkeepers, who were continually running in and out. The pages were going from one representative to another with papers and messages. They gave the impression of being the only workers in the room. Our class is very grateful to Mr. Lennon, who made the arrangements for our visit. He contributed much to making it a very profitable afternoon. Mary Howi.ey. '27. CAESAR Caesar's wanderings do not interest me at all. Nor his fighting with the tribes on fields of Gaul. For who could follow Caesar in some mild affair When bigger things are floating through the air? Wc like to hear the music and the song. The football, baseball, as they come along: Caesar had his time and passed away. So why not let him rest for many a day? Anne Rapacz. '28. 66 PADUAN (tf TWO VIEWPOINTS Viewpoint Number One One of our assignments in history this year was to spend a few hours in group of serious seniors ready to spend some time in looking over the books, magazines, and historical objects, in the Historical Building. We arrived there at twelve o’clock. As we approached the building we were impressed by its dignity and grandeur: it reminded us of the ancient Greek structures. Its gleaming, white pillars recalled the Parthenon. As we entered the building the most salient feature was a large, imposing staircase. On the fust landing hung a blue drapery emblazoned with golden stars, each one standing for a boy who made the supreme sacrifice in the late war. At the head of the stairway we met Mr. Babcock, the curator, who gave us valuable information about the building and its contents. He informed us that it has a newspaper collection of thirteen thousand five hundred bound volumes. It receives currently about eight hundred Minnesota newspapers and he said that any donations are very much appreciated. Very interesting to us was a fascinating museum which occupies an entire floor and contains extensive collections of historical objects. Most of them have been donated or loaned to the society by men and women identified with the early history of Minnesota. A log cabin has recently been completed containing furniture and utensils used by the pioneers. The rude chairs and table, the rough-hewn fireplace, the spinning wheel, tell of an era that has passed away. In the next room are several paintings showing the early raids of the Indians which brought to our minds the dangers and horrors of pioneer life. We know that only men and women of strong character and heroic mould could have lived the life the little log cabin reproduces for us so clearly. The last room contains clothes worn by women in early times. In manner of dress there has been as great a change as in our way of living. I here are also uniforms of men worn during the Civil war and during Indian wars. There are various metals, digging tools, war clubs, drawnwork. old stones, which were interesting, but impossible to appreciate in such a short time. As I was leaving the building I tried to classify in some way the various objects I had seen but failed to do so. My attempt called to my mind a story I had read in my freshman year in Washington Irving’s Sketch Book, about a visit to Westminster Abbey, in which Irving says: I endeavored to form some arrangement in my mind of the various objects I had been contemplating, but found they were already falling into indistinctness and confusion.’’ I thought of the soldiers, long dead and gone, whose uniforms were hanging there: of the women resting from their labors, whose clothes and furniture form part of this collection and some more lines from Irving's beautiful reverie on the great Abbey kept repeating themselves to me. rime is ever silently turning over his pages: we are too much engrossed by the story of the present to think of the characters and anecdotes that gave interest to the past: and each age is a volume thrown aside to be speedily forgotten.” Margaret Kierce. '27. PADUAN Viewpoint Number Two The long street-ear ride perhaps did weary the girls a bit. for after entering the building, the first thing that attracted their attention was a huge, old-fashioned bed. Margaret sighed wearily. Oh. my! wouldn’t I like to take a nap now? while the trundle-bed underneath sent out its wistful appeal to Winifred. Several girls were intensely interested in the clothes. Evelyn said the long, blue dress was very becoming to her style of beauty, and we left her busily taking notes on the pattern. We are anxious to know what she will wear for the Junior-Senior Banquet. Alice tried to play the piano, but the keys wouldn’t move. It reminded her of clavier practice in the convent. Rose said it looked and acted like the piano we had in the Gym.” Minnie wondered how the wax matches were lighted. She said. ”1 suppose that there was no night then.' But an intellectual senior assured her that pioneer days meant only fifty years ago. and that there was night and day then, just as there is now. The moss and shell pictures made quite an appeal to the girls. As Johanna admired them, she sighed, saying. My! what a difference years make!” One bright-looking girl asked if the sewing-machine was the one Elias Howe invented. The guide politely replied. ”Oh, no!” He seemed to feel sorry for her. We thought the collection of Indian beads, bags, and other relics was very good—in fact, as good as those seen in the five and dime store. There were also some villainous looking knives. We shivered as we passed them. In one of the rooms was a complete reproduction of a pioneer home. Elvira admired it so much and scrutinized it so carefully that finally she burst out. exclaiming. I'd like a cute little house like that. We told her to write to a matrimonial bureau. Perhaps a homesteader in Canada would willingly furnish her with a home as inconvenient as that. For our part, we said we preferred an apartment on the drive. We felt sad that there was so much money in the world that couldn’t be used. One of the girls inquired why Magnus Johnson's medal wasn't included in the collection of presidential medals. A huge grandfather clock, standing in one corner, soon denoted that the period was over, and as Charlotte wearily trudged her way down the stair, she was heard mumbling: Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O Kellyn? Mary B. Stecz. 27. 68 THE STUDENT COUNCIL The Student Council is an organization made up of appointed groups of girls and elected officers. It is not an entirely new organization in St. Anthony School, but the seniors have reorganized this year, giving the council more power to settle student problems. As it now exists, it hopes to keep the students interested in the self-government problem. They are stressing especially the phase, co-operation: co-operation between instructors and students: cooperation between the students, and co-operation between the student and the group. The Student Council President Vice President Secretary Bernadette Traun Rose Rapacz Johanna Collins Evelyn Rivers Alice Sandefur Charlotte Tonry Monitors Margaret Kierce Veronica Barrett Evelyn Emond Mary Howley The Freshman Class has organized a special student council for social service within its own class. This council is made up of six officers: Dorothy Donahue. Margaret Robertson. Margaret Brown. Joan Traun. Bernice De Laria, and Marie Fischbach. Lillian Prenevost, TO. 60 PADUAN “TRUE BLUE” ALPHABET The True Blues promises to be a very active and loyal organization. Its object, as its name indicates, is to promote the spirit of loyalty, to be of active service to the school and to maintain the spirit of comradeship. It has assisted in every activity of the school with a wholesome spirit gratifying both to the members of the faculty and to the students of the school. Its generous assistance in making the Paduan a financial success is worthy of special mention. As the club is a new organization at St. Anthony, the student body is very much interested in its proceedings, and no doubt is expecting unusually good work from the club. The True Blues. with such active-minded girls as its members, cannot disappoint the school. This club numbers among its members mainly sophomore girls. The club holds its meetings on Tuesday of each week. Marcella Warner is the President. Bernice Dols is Secretary and Treasurer. A club of twenty-four are we. We’re small but great, as you can see. Our troubles are many, but we get through. Because we re members of True Blue. Dorothy Peterson “TRUE BLUE” CHARACTERISTICS Ambitious . Bernice Wagner Beloved Margaret McGuire Charm ... Virginia Martin Dimples Loretta Gerlich 70 PADUAN Elusive Bernice Dols Forgivable _ Dorothy Peterson Gentleness Margaret McGuire Humorous Myrtle Cloutier Independent Marcella Warner Jolly Marceline Patro Kind Zeta Malget Lovable ............... .. . .. Margaret Murray Merry Beatrice Butterfield Neat Dorothy Neil Obedient Clara Brombach Popular Catherine Young Questionary Rose Bochnak Royalty .... Dorothy Peterson Sportsmanship ... Margaret St. Jacques Timid Anna Ciesla Unique Eleanor Howe Vivacious Cecilia Tracy Witty Vetena Arrell Xceptional Myrtle Cloutier Youngest Cecilia Carlson Zealous Mary Wagner Cecilia Tracy. Verena Arrell. Bernice Wagner, for high marks stand. Verena Arrell is a songster grand. Dorothy Peterson is like morning dew. Virginia Martin, a poet’s dream come true. Loretta Gerlich is a girl with a smile. Marcella Warner, a pianist worth while. Eleanore Howe is a ray of sunshine. Cecilia Tracy is a girl so fine. Margaret McGuire is as neat as a pin. Dorothy Neil is a goddess thin. Beatrice Butterfield is our flaming youth. Bernice Dols always speaks the truth. Myrtle Cloutier is always in trouble. Catherine Young is as light as a bubble. Mary Wagner has a permanent wave. Marceline Patro for sports has a crave. Margaret Murray has pretty eyes. Anna Ciesla is very wise. Cecelia Carlson is like sunshine bright. Rose's eyes are like the velvet night. Zita Malget never raises a fuss. This bit of rhyme was written by us. M. St. Jacque. „ C. Brombach. itf 71 PADUAN FLEUR DE LIS CLUB OFFICERS President ElLEEN DOHERTY Vice President.................. ANNA RAPACZ Secretary ... LILLIAN PRENEVOST Treasurer ISABEL PATRO Our French Club is composed of all the students who are studying French. The club is called the “Fleur De Lis.” a name recalling the famous Bourbon family of France and around which so much of romance and glamour has been gathered. Our motto is “Voulvoir c'est pouvuir. the equivalent of the English motto. “Where there’s a will, there's a way. Our aim is to learn to love and to appreciate the French language. “La belle langue de la France.' to acquire some knowledge of the great masters of French prose and poetry, and to imbibe something of the atmosphere of beauty, of romance and of idealism which centers in France and her literature. Marie Hall. '28. n Sf PADUAN ta LE CORBEAU ET LE REXARD Maitre Corbeau, sur un arkre | erche, Tenait en son bee un frontage. Maitre Renard, par l’odeur alleche, Lui tint a peu pres ce langage: He! bonjour. monsieur lu Corbeau, Que vous etes joli! que vous me semblez beau! Sans mentir. si votre ramage Se rap]x rte a votre plumage, Vous etes le phenix des botes de ces bois. A ces mots le Corbeau ne se sent pas de joie, Et, pour montrer sa belle voix, 11 ouvre un large bee, laisse tomber sa proie. Le Renard s’en saisit. et dit: Mon bon monsieur, Apprenez que tout flatteur Vit aux depens de celui qui IVcoute; Cette lecon vaut bien un fromage, sans doute. Le Corbeau, bonteuz et confus. Jura, mais un peu tard, qu’on ne l'v prendrait plus. THE CROW AND THE FOX Master Crow on a tree perched. Held a piece of cheese in his beak. Master Fox. who for food searched. Said to him so cunning and meek. “Good day. Sir Crow, how very fair And beautiful you seem to be! If your voice to your clothes compare. When you warble a song for me. Then of the birds you’re very rare.” At this the highly flattered red crow In order to sing, opened his beak And let his precious prey fall low. Said the Fox. “This is the prize I seek. Here's a lesson for you today, By those who heed, all flatterers gain.' Without a doubt this is worth the prey. The Crow, ashamed, then cried in vain. “I’ll never be caught again this way. Dorothy Nhil. ’29 73 PADUAN a LA CIGALE ET LA FOURMI I a Cigalc. ayant chante tout Pete, Se trouva fort depourvue Quand la bise fut venue; Pas un seul | etit morceau De mouche ou de verniisseau. Kile alia crier famine Chez la fourmi sa voisine, La priant de lui preter Quelque grain pour subsistere jusqua la saison nouvelle. Je vous paierai. lui dit-elle, Avant 1'aout, foi d animal, Interct et principal. I-a Fourmi n’est pas pretense; C'est la son moindre defaut. Que faisiez-vous an temps chaud? Dit-elle a cette emprunteuse. Xuit et jbur a tout vcnant, Je chantais, ne vous deplais Vous chantiez? J’en suis fort aise. Lh bien! Dansez maintenant. La Fontaine. A (irasshhop|ier, who sang all summer, Found herself hungry and alone, When the winter’s cold had come. “Not a morsel have 1. Xot a worm nor a fly” To the Ant, her neighbor, she cried. “()h. please give me some food, site prayed, Kill the cold winter has rolled away. Just a little substance to me give, So that till next Spring I may live. ()n the faith of an animal I promise to pay you all, Interest and principal.” The ant does not like to lend. For she is not the Grasshopper’s friend. ‘‘In Summer, why didn’t you labor?” Said she to her borrowing neighbor. “You sang? Well, that gives me great pleasure. Now you may dance to your own measure. ” Marie Hall, ’28. UN JOCK DECOXGK ‘‘Quel beau jour pour une promenade en bateau,” m’a dit Justine. “L’air est si frais et le ciel si beau ce matin. ‘‘Ah. oui, laissons-nous aller pour cette promenade, mon ami.” ‘‘Eh, bien, depechez-vous. Je serai au bord du lac avant vous!” Nous avons couru, et nous sommes arrivees en meme temps. C’etait un joli endroit. II v avait de Pherlie et de lieaux arbres. Le lac etait aussi bleu que le ciel. Pres du lac il y avait plusieurs bateaux, et Justine et moi a fait une promenade en bateau sur, ce petit lac. Nous nous avons amusees beaucoup en regardant les reflections dans l’eau. ‘‘Quelle l elle figure!” dit Justine, et en courhant. ellc a renverse le bateau, et nous sommes totnbces dans Peau. Xous avons crie si fort qu’un homme dans un autre bateau nous a entendu, et a reussi a nous sauver. • Alors je n’ai | as connu Justine. Sa robe etait entitlement d pouilee, la mienne etait aussi. Enfin nous sommes arrivees chez-nous. Xous avons remercie Phomme, et nous avons couru aussi vitement (jue possible a la maison et a notres chambres. Justine et moi, nous n’aimons i as les promenades en bateau maintenant. Xous faisons nos promenades a pied ou en automobile. Doris Plante. ’30. 74 THE VERGIL CLUB The Vergil Club of 1927 is composed of the Vergil class, which numbers seventeen students. The aim of the club is to promote a desire for the future study of Latin, an appreciation of the beauty of the Latin language, and to stimulate an interest in classic literature. We have chosen Da dexira, meaning. “Lend a hand. for our motto. The course includes the translation of six books of Vergil. Some time has been devoted to scansion, by which, it seems to us. one catches a glimpse of the beauty and the music of the poem. The club has compared various poems with the Aeneid of Vergil, and the myths long forgotten have been recalled. The Aeneid of Vergil, an epic poem, portrays the journeys of the hero. Aeneas. The pious Aeneas was always subject to the will of the gods—under all circumstances, come what would, he carried out their commands. The theme of the Aeneid is contained in this line. “Tantae malis erat Romanum condere gentem.” or “So great work it was to found the Roman state.’ His purpose was threefold: to deify the Emperor, to glorify Rome, and to bring the worship of the gods. Marie Hall. '28. VERGIL Sing a song of Vergil, a pocketful of rhythm. Four and twenty synonyms colorful as the prism. When his music's mastered and with Scansion we are through. We’ll be sitting on the top of the world singing a song to you. Then here is to Vergil with his meter and his rhyme: To his stately hexameters, to his beauty so sublime. I salute thee charming singer, though I have not known thee long. The world would know how much I love thee, had I the gift of song. Alice Offerman. 27. 75 PADUAN VERGIL’S BOATS SAIL THE WATERS Vergil's fondness for calling the same thing by dozens of various names has caused us a great deal of trouble: but with the aid of our vocabularies we have withstood the strain very well. Instead of having to look up one word once, we must look up innumerable words: then with distress to our time-saving nature, we find that they have the same meaning. For instance, the carinae skim the caerula. or the rates sail the aequora: both mean the same thing, but we didn't know it till afterwards. To all Latin students who wish to save time in the future, we will now state wtih reliable authority that navis, alveus, cumba. or classis. naviyat undas, acquas salum. pontum. mare, or profundum mean (mtrabile dictu). “the boat sails the waters.'' However, we will not be responsible for caves trabes. The vocabulary says this means hollow beams: but. we ask you. how can a whole crew of sailors navigate the seas in a log. As a further illustration of our point, we read that the pilot Palinurus fell off the puppes into the pelayo. This sentence also shows that we should never fall asleep while on duty in our Vergil class, or we might wake up to find that our prorae are in vasto yuryite. Minne Thomas, 78. Bertille Gordon, 78. VERGIL V is for Venus, the goddess of love. E is for Eurus. the strong wind above. R is for Rome, with power and force. G is for Greeks who built the great horse. I is for Ida. the mount of the gods. L is for Lavinia. whom great Vergil lauds. Marie Hall. ’28. Dorothy Myers. ’28. ANEAS Aneas. sun of Venus, founded Rome. But it was after many years of toil As he was tossed on land and water's foam. So he could to the will of gods to be loyal He left the Trojan shores with twenty ships. Where he relates his hardships with his lips And gains, with Dido, lasting love and fame. Now this has been his thirteenth landing place. But he must very soon again set sail In order to be founder of a race: And pious Aneas is not the one to fail. So then at last he gains his destined land And his weary boots he draws upon the sand. Susanne Keller, 78. itf 76 tP PADUAN THE GLEE CLUB OFFICERS Librarian... ............... CHARLOTTE TONRY Secretary _____ ... Evelyn Rivers Treasurer ......... ... ALICE SANDF.FUR I he Glee Club is one of the oldest clubs in St. Anthony's. It has always maintained a high standard of musical productions and has always displayed a spirit of generosity when called upon to assist in any way to make any musical program a success. Its spirit of loyalty is admirable. Miss Dorothea Blyler has covered herself with glory in her inspirational leading of the club on to success in its last program of the season, “The Feast of the Little Lanterns. THE FEAST OF THE LITTLE LANTERNS The play is laid in a garden beautifully decorated with Chinese lanterns. In the rear of the garden is a fence with a gate in the center, bordered with many flowers. The play opens with a chorus. “Pretty Little Lanterns.” Princess enters sadly. She tells Wee Ling that she is sad. because she cannot inherit the estate of her father. The estate is to be given to any two of his children who are living. When the Princess' brother and sister were small they ran away and never returned. ttf PADUAN a Ow Long Mai Ku Princess Chan Wee Ling Ow Long, the governess of Princess Chan, tries to soothe the Princess by singing. There Ought To Be A Law In China Concerning All Foolishness. Wee Ling, the maid of the Princess, brings Mai Ku to the garden to entertain the Princess. Mai Ku is a juggler and amuses the Princess by drawing many articles from her sleeve. Act Two opens on the garden scene with the Princess singing. O Beautiful. Mai Ku. in performing for Princess Chan, draws forth from her sleeve a Proclamation of Emperor Chi. L!pon reading it she discovers that the sister of Princess Chan is alive and near. This information inspires to search everywhere. Every sound attracts their attention. While the search is going on. Wee Ling brings in a locket with a half of a coin in it. The Princess tells them that she has one just like it and that her sister has the other half of it. Princess Chan is very happy to find her sister. The sisters embrace each other. Now the two sisters may receive the estate of Prince Chan and live happily near the beautiful garden. The principal characters in the cast are: Princess Chan Mai Ku Wee Ling Ow Long Johanna Collins. '27. Alice Offerman. 27. tP==tP Verena ArrcII Lucille Norton Elizabeth Post Alice Offerman 78 PADUAN if THE BOTANY CLUB OFFICERS President ALICE SANDEEUR Vice President ELIZABETH POST Secretary BERNICE DE LARIA Isn't “The Little Flower Club just the best natne for a botany class? Learning botany as a club is heaps more fun than just plain lessons during a class period. The way we work it. it's just an interesting, lively club meeting. Our chief interest is plants. Of course, everyone likes flowers, but there are comparatively few who will plant seeds and then give them sufficient care. Well, in order that we wouldn't be in that class of people, we decided to plant and care for the Botany Garden. This will bring us into a closer and more healthful communion with Nature and will stimulate a love of God's outdoors. What better motto could we have than “Preserve but not Destroy ? Alice Sandefur is the president, and a very good president, too. Bernice De Laria is secretary, and she hasn't made a single false notation since her election to that office. Elizabeth Post is vice-president. As we know, she’s perfectly charming—what more can we say about her? With an efficient corps of officers like that, how can we fail in our project? We won't fail: we re working, and we will succeed! Three cheers for the Botany Club! May it have long life and success! Doris Plante. The “Little Flower was very fond of nature in all her moods. This lollowing extract from one of her numerous poems exemplifies this fact: Jesus, when Thou didst leave Thy Mother's fond embrace. Let go her hand: And first on our hard earth. Thy little foot didst place And trembling stand: Within Thy pathway, then fresh rose leaves would I spread Their Maker's dower.— That so Thy tiny feet might very softly tread Upon a flower. On Thy blest altars. Lord, fresh roses fain would shine. Radiant, near Thee: Then gladly give themselves, another dream is mine.— To fade for Thee. 10 - -fl 79 n PADUAN a A JUNIOR There was a Junior wise and lair. Yet somewhat queer was she. Who went to school, as you and I. At dear St. Anthony. The dress she wore was lively-fine. So 'loud twould make you shriek. For it was a much valued garb. Which “for itself does speak. I he “pumps she wore were light as air And mighty “handy too. You see she drove an Essex car And fixed not tires few. Quite clever was this Junior fair And oh. how awTly bright. But after all why shouldn’t she be? She was a “Northeast light. So that, her studies, as it seems. Were passed quite “over C’s.“ For never did she get for marks Any but A s and B’s. She was. howe'er, a bit too proud. Which fault was most bemoaned: She’d often sing soprano voice Just to be more “high-toned. She bath’d her hand in water hot To shrink it some—alas! So as to be of writer's best In our new “shorthand class. And yet. in spite of all. she was A simple, shining-star. A bright broadcaster of sweet joy. As all the Juniors arc. The moral of this all I hope Will not be then mistook : It's simply that by jokes and whims We fill some of our book. —Wanda Marie Sledz. ATHLETICS 'Two years work in physical education is required of every student—no credit is given for the course. The classes meet once a week with Mrs. MacDonald as instructor. T he work consists of setting-up exercises, of dancing, and of games, with some drill in basketball. An attempt to interest the girls in a revival of the old-fashioned dances is meeting with some response. The rye waltz. Virginia reel, and some figures of the old square dances are taught and the aesthetic side of these dances is emphasized. An effort is made to correct pasture where possible, to encourage the girls to continue the exercises in their homes, and to stimulate outdoor exercises and recreation among the girls. Mrs. MacDonald is now organizing hiking clubs, and several very interesting hikes have been taken. 81 LIBRARY DAY May the twentieth was Library Day. Each student contributed a book for the library. This is one of the means the student-body has adopted to build up a creditable school library. We are grateful to the following patronesses of the school for their generous gifts: From Mrs. Frank Mulcahy we received several volumes of fiction: from Miss Catherine MacCormack. seventeen volumes: from Mrs. R. E. Kron. six volumes: from Miss Dorothy Barth, two volumes. Mary Wagner. '28. I he cataloguing of the new acquisition of two hundred books for the library is progressing. Those placed on the shelves are the following: “Quality Street” (5 copies).... ... .. _________J. M. Barrie “Plays” John Galsworthy “The Out Trail” Mary Roberts Rinehart “Poems” Longfellow “The Division and Reunion Wilson “The Courage of Marge O’Doone” James O. Curwood “Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John Keats “The Beginnings of New England John Fiske “The Critical Period of American History John Fiske “The Oxford Book of English Verse Arthur Couch “America —12 volumes “Short History of United States ... Bassett “Readings of Ancient Greece John Davis “Readings of Ancient Rome John Davis “The Americanization of Edward Bok Edward Bok Roman Tales Retold Edwards “History of United States Elson “The Children s Homer McMillan “The Golden Fleece McMillan “Keeping Up With Science E. E. Slosson a— 82 PADUAN THEMARDI GRAS The Mardi Gras was celebrated the first of March, in the school auditorium with the seniors in charge. When the students entered the auditorium. Charlotte Tonry. in a clown attire, gave each a balloon. Elvira Newman, the second clown, was just inside the door, selling candy. After each student had a balloon in one hand and a piece of candy in the other. Alice Sandefur proceeded to invite each class to show its dramatic ability. The freshmen, with an impersonation of the fairy tale. ' Little Red Riding Hood.' made the hall ring with laughter. The sophomores continued with a characterization of nursery rhymes. The juniors were represented by Ella Vander Hyden. who gave a reading. The seniors closed the program with a one-act play, entitled. “A Fan And Two Candlesticks.” Following the program, the Clowns served refreshments. After everyone had been served, the hilarity burst out more strongly. The girls spent the last hour in dancing and in trying to untangle themselves from the confetti which had been thrown about during the celebration. I mp. Mardi Gras Committee Chairman ALICE SANDEEUR Entertainment Committee Charlotte Tonry Elvira Newman Grace Givens Bernadette Truan Dance music was furnished Evelyn Emond Veda Akin Johanna Collins Alice Sandefur by Charlotte Tonry and Evelyn Rivers. 83 tf PADUAN 01 FRESHMAN BANQUET The first social function of our school year is always the Freshman Banquet. This banquet is planned by the seniors, juniors, and sophomores to welcome the freshmen. October twenty-eighth marked the date this year. As the date was so near Hallowe en the banquet hall was converted into a veritable goblin fairyland. The decorations were in orange and black. After refreshments, the freshmen were entertained with a delightful vaudeville program. Dancing closed the festivities. The freshmen all proclaimed St. Anthony girls nonpareil entertainers. THE JUNIOR-SENIOR On Wednesday, May eighteenth, the juniors entertained the Senior Class at the Junior-Senior Banquet. Eight girls from our active Sophomore Class served for the juniors. After the banquet, a lively program was presented, to which all the juniors contributed. 'The program consisted of readings and several musical numbers. A delightful little dance, the ‘Band Box. given by Bernadette Dillon, charmed the audience into urging countless encores. The gravest Senior could not remain serious when the various jokes and comical readings were given throughout the program by Agnes Hickey and Bertille Gordon. A quartette and a duet, presented by the best singers from our number, pleased our audience into enthusiastic applause. Ella Vander Hyden set the seniors off into uncontrollable laughter by her Italian dialect reading. The imitation of her Italian hero was inimicable. Dorothy Myers and Katherine Moore were the piano accompanists. Several other very pleasing musical numbers were given by our pianists, and a violin solo was played by Margaret Dols, the only violinist in our class. The last number was a popular song, by the entire class. After the program ended, the hall was prepared for dancing. Bernice McConville s playing of jazz set everyone's feet to tapping. After a few hours of dancing the classes said their farewells. THE HIGH SCHOOL DANCE. BUNCO. AND CARD PARTY The girls of the High School sponsored a dance, bunco, and card party in the school auditorium on February eleventh for the purpose of raising funds to buy books for the library. Being so near Valentine’s Day. the decorations were of red hearts, and the lights were draped in red and white. Harold Barry's Collegiate Orchestra furnished the music for the dancing. The chairman on the arrangements was Alice Sandefur. She was assisted by Bernadette Traun. The various committees were as follows: Publicity— Johanna Collins. Sylvia Chapman, and Bernice De Laria. The Decoration Committee—Elvira Newman. Dorothy Meyers. Dorothy Peterson, and Elizabeth Post. Card Committee—Evelyn Emond. Alice Offerman. and Catherine Young. Bunco Committee—Charlotte Tonry. Agnes Hickey, and Bernadette Dillon. A ticket contest was conducted, and Bernice McConville won the prize. The chaperones for the evening were Mrs. Plante. Mrs. Wagner. Mrs. T raun. and Mrs. Sandefur. The floor managers were Mr. Stoppels. Mr. Chapman. and Mr. Duggan. 84 - -u Jv f ? It py Fa U' o r a fevfKU rto � ■ i c. no v tf PADUAN a JUBILEE PROGRAM The silver jubilee of Reverend Father Wilbee was observed by the pupils of St. Anthony school in the presentation of one of the prettiest programs of the year. Every number whether song or story or symbolism recalled to the audience the great dignity of the holy priesthood and the gratitude owing to Almighty God for the establishment thereof. All the classes took part—from the tiny six year olds to the High School graduates—and under the careful direction of Miss McCarthy every number was most pleasingly rendered. At the close of the program, the pupils presented to Father Wilbee a beautiful thermos set. MR. GEORGE B. HEWITSON Mr. George Benson Hewitson gave a course of four lectures to the high school pupils. The theme of the first lecture was: It is better to have an understanding heart than an understanding mind. In his second lecture. Mr. Hewitson inspired us with the desire to write poetry. The subject of the third lecture, a poetry demonstration lesson, was. The difference between rhyme, verse, and poetry. Dramatic poetry was the title of the fourth and last lecture. In these lectures. Mr. Hewitson has implanted some very inspiring ideas in our minds which we hope will bear fruit in the production of some worthy poems. Johanna Collins. ’27. A SURPRISE On March twenty-third, we had a surprise party. We were all summoned to the auditorium at eleven o'clock. Miss Hayes, writer of an English textbook, was there to meet us. She had been invited by the faculty. Her talk was just the kind we like. She told us what to read. Of course, some of the books she advised were not very interesting, but that did not matter, for she urged us to read many novels that we like to read. We all hoped that she would come again before we closed school. THE ALUMNAE ENTERTAINS The St. Anthony Alumnae Association entertained at a dance and bunco party on Friday evening. January twenty-eighth, in our auditorium. The large number of guests present in itself showed to what an extent any party given by the Alumnae Association is appreciated by its members and their friends. A highly enjoyable evening was passed. The association voted to use the proceeds of the party in getting something useful for the school. As a result a serviceable and ornamental file case is in the office. tti- 86 ti PADUAN ts INTERESTING DAYS PADUAN DAY March the twenty-fifth was Paduan Day. This is a day set aside for the sole purpose of arousing keen interest in the annual. The editorial staff wisely chose to do this in an object lesson, a one-act play. The Paduan editorial staff had transferred its office equipment to the auditorium stage. Johanna Collins, our editor-in-chief, sat in the midst of eight girls who were all sitting at desks busily engaged in writing different articles for the Paduan. When an article was completed it was brought to Johanna. On this particular day. Johanna did not think she had enough material: so she charged the editors with neglect of duty. The editors could only shrug their shoulders and promise to do their best, but this necessitated a forceful speech from each editor. Speeches were also made by seniors, juniors, and freshmen, from the floor. The second Friday of each month was designated as Deposit Day. Thus, the Paduan officers obtained a tentative subscription list, and the subscribers were given assurance that they would not be disappointed in receiving their Paduans. An ad-contest was initiated. This was a particularly happy inspiration on the part of the staff. It induced into the student body an effective co-operative activity. Immediately, each class went to work to win in the contest. In every way was Paduan Day a success. Bernice Brombach. ’28. ARBOR DAY The annual Arbor Day celebration was held Friday. April twenty-ninth, by the student body. Songs were sung by the entire school and the botany class gave the history of the elm. According to custom, an elm tree was planted in the school garden. The president of the Senior Class was the principal speaker, giving an appropriate talk on the beauty of continuing the custom of setting aside a day of the year for the purpose of planting trees. Winifred O’Reilly. ’27. UNIFORM DAY Our Freshman Class has the distinctive honor of introducing the uniform into the high school. November the third was Uniform Day. The uniform is made of black serge with long sleeves, pleats in the front and in the back, a sailor collar and a dicky with a long black silk tie. This color and style is very becoming to all girls. We are all very proud of our selection, for it gives us a mark of distinction. Lillian Prenevost. TO. tf PAPUAN ST ANTHONY PARENT-TEACHERS’ ORGANIZATION The St. Anthony Parent-Teachers' organization has accomplished a great many things through its organization. At one time they raised sufficient funds to pay for the decorating of the school auditorium. They pay for a nurse who visits the school once a week, and at Christmas time they fill thirty or more baskets and distribute them to poor families belonging to the St. Anthony Parish. Their work has been a great help and benefit to both the school and church. The Club holds its meetings the second Tuesday of each month. A large attendance of parents has been in evidence at every meeting, thus proving it a progressive and successful organization. The following are presiding officers in the St. Anthony Parent-Teachers' Club: Mrs. James Irving President Mrs. WILLIAM Hoy Vice-President Mrs. Albert Smith ... Treasurer Mrs. Walter Peterson ... Secretary A MEMORABLE VISIT On Wednesday morning. April twentieth. Mrs. Mousseau paid a visit tc the high school. We received her in the auditorium, where she entertained us. a very appreciative audience, with many interesting anecdotes of her school days of many years ago. Mrs. Mousseau was a pupil of St. Anthony School when the school first opened. She is now seventy-eight years old. but very young in appearance. Her voice is clear and musical. Her charming smile is indicative of a happy life well spent in good deeds. AN INSPIRATIONAL LECTURE May twenty-fourth, we had the great pleasure of hearing Reverend John A. Lynch. C. S. S. R.. who represents the Catholic Medical Mission Cause. As a missionary in Porto Rico for twenty-one years. Father Lynch has had a vast experience, from which he gave us numerous instances. VM.VHQL QUALITY STREET The Graduating Class of 1927 presented their class play. ■ Quality Street.' by J. M. Barrie. It was given on May sixth in the School Auditorium. Under the direction of Miss Helen McCarthy, our instructor in dramatic art. it was a gratifying success. The part of Miss Phoebe Throssel was taken by Mary Howley. and Miss Susan Throssel by Evelyn Emond: Valentine Brown, by Bernadette Traun. Others in the cast were: Miss Fanny Willoughby Miss Mary Willoughby Miss Henrietta Turnbull Miss Charlotte Parratt Patty Ensign Blades The Sergeant Spicer Arthur Wellesley Thompson Georg ie Isabella Harriet The Old Soldier The Gallant William Smith . .. Evelyn Rivers Elvira Newman Veda Akin Margaret Kierce Charlotte Tonry Alice Sandefur Harriet Shaughnessy Johanna Collins Montana Tong Winifred O'Reilly Jane Adamson Marcella Brouilliard Rose Rapacz Grace Givens Veronica Barrett 89 u PADUAN a SOPHOMORE PLAYS Two one-act plays. “The Happy Prince and ' T he Silver Lining. were given by the members of the Sophomore Class on May eighteenth, in the school auditorium. THE HAPPY PRINCE. BY OSCAR WILDE The first. The Happy Prince. is a story of a golden statue of a prince, in a square far above the city. A swallow spends the night under the statue of the prince and the prince tells him of how he had lived in a large palace within a walled town of San Souci. where he had lived without a sorrow. Here above the city he saw all the sufferings and poverty and so he commands the swallow to take the ruby from his sword hilt, the sapphires that were his eyes, and his gold cloak, to give to the poor. After this is done, the swallow, weakened by the cold. dies. At the same moment a crack is heard and the leaden heart of the prince breaks and then he sadly bows his head. The characters: Happy Prince Cecelia Tracy The Swallow Dorothy Peterson T own Consuls .... Mary Wagner, Marceline Patro T he Girl and Her Lover Catherine Young. Janet Schmit A Poor Man Loretta Gerlich A Seamstress and Her Son Margaret St. Jacques. Myrtle Cloutier The Match Girl Anna Ciesla A Gay Procession Sophomore Class THE SILVER LINING. BY CONSTANCE D ARCY MACKAY The other play. The Silver Lining. is a story of a young girl who lived in the eighteenth century, a time when a woman’s intellect was not considered equal to a man's. And as a consequence of this deficiency she was thought incapable of authorship. So widespread was this erroneous opinion that women feared to show their ability in this line. Fanny Burney had courage enough to write her books in the face of this disadvantage. Secretly, she brought her first book to the publishers and it was published. Eveline. the name of this book, was a wonderful success, but for a time no one knew the author, as the girl did not dare give her name. Encouraged by the success of Eveline. she started to write her second novel. In the play, her father, Richard Burney, happens to find some of her manuscript. Immediately, he flies into a rage, but his anger melts when his gifted daughter tells him that her first book has been a success. The cast is as follows: Fanny Burney Marcella Warner Richard Burney Verena Arrell Cephas, an old servant Marceline Patro Loretta Gerlich. ’29. tP n 90 PADUAN SIR JAMES MATTHEW BARRIE Sir James Matthew Barrie is an author who is interested mainly in emotions and sensibilities. He is a man who knows how to educate emotions. When Barrie writes a play, to be put on the stage, he never tries to say anything new, but be seeks to remind his audience of things they have always known but seemed to have forgotten. The audience has a much better time at a Barrie play than at a play written by a dramatist who is trying to startle his audience with something entirely new. Since people go to a theatre to have a good time, they will find that: Barrie gives it to them. He does not do all the thinking. He tells them just enough to get them started: he tickles their imagination: thinking, they are stimulated and are able to enjoy the activity of their own minds. J. M. Barrie was born in May. 1860. He is now 67 years old. He was born in Kirriemir. Scotland. His father was a weaver. J. M. Barrie wrote a book about his mother. Margaret Ogiloy, by Her Son' is the title of this book. His childhood was uneventful. His mother sent him to Dumfries Academy, and then to Edinburgh University. Barrie began to write in his early twenties: he wrote little sketches of people he knew at home and these he wrote in Scottish dialect. Auld Lickt Idylls.” “A Window in Thrums.” and “My Lady Nicotine” arc among the first books of Barrie's. The latter is characteristic of the fact that he had never smoked in his life. Throughout his whole career, he wrote most knowingly about matters he had never actually experienced. He writes about children with extreme fondness and intimacy, but he never had any. Barrie s last book. “Tommy and Grizel.” was published in 1902. Thereafter, he ceased to write fiction. He became thoroughly engrossed in the theatre. Barrie’s real start in the theatre came by accident. It happened in New York. The Professor’s Love Story” was played by E. S. Willard, successfully. Maude Adams established J. M. Barrie as a popular playwright in New York when she took the part of Little Bobbie.” Afterward, the more plays, the less novels the author wrote. Due to his lonely life, he loves the theatre. He is perhaps one of the least charming celebrated men of letters in London. He never forms intimate friendships—except the late Charles Frohman and Sir Edward Ray Lankester. the director of the South Kensington Museum. He often has lunches alone at the Savoy Hotel. He is a curious looking little person. He is very small physically, except that he has a very large head. He is a very silent fellow, exceedingly shy and uncommunicative. No radiance emerges from him. He belongs to no club except the Athenaeum. He lives alone in a house. He does not go anywhere, and sees no one. He was married for some years. Then his wife fell in love.with a much younger man. He secured a divorce in order to make his wife happy. He probably has more money than any English author, but strange to say. he knows what to with it. T he Will.” a one-act play, hints at this tragedy. He has no taste for yachts or motor cars. Since he is personally unattractive, he delights in writing about attractive people, particularly about charming women. His work is really a record of all that he has missed in actual experience. It is the history of his real life: and that history is utterly different from the record of his actual days. Mr. Barrie finds it difficult to waste time. It is fortunate for us that he has found the theatre as the place to play in and to potter in. The theatre has been his home, his club, his yacht, his car. and one might say even his wife and child. Nobody has ever 91 PADUAN loved the theatre more devotedly. Barrie does not write his plays at home. His idea of a good moment in a good part is to find a way of giving an actor nothing to say at all. His good plays came in 1902. “Quality Street” and “Admirable Crichton” were good. The latter will interest the public one hundred years from now. “What Every Woman Knows” is perhaps Barrie's masterpiece in the theatre. He is not a representative author, but an exceptional one. Probably, the main point in which his plays differ from those of everybody else's is in the extraordinary vividness of his visual inventions. He is not a great master of construction like Sir Arthur Pinero. Mr. Barrie really seems to know something about women—a faculty which is rare. Barrie gives us a greater intimacy with his people than any other contemporary playwright. He has a superlative ability to get along without dialogue. Whenever you see or read his plays you feel as though Mr. Barrie was sitting beside you. having just as good a time as you are in recognizing the reality of the people on the stage. Barrie is not fantastic, he is real. He is not fanciful, but imaginative. He knows absolutely that nothing in experience is real until it has been imagined. This is one thing above all else you should learn from J. M. Barrie's plays. Barrie was persuaded to publish his plays. He wrote them all over again before they were published. Mary B. Stecz, 'll. TO PALINURUS And still with wakeful eyes he searched the stars. The heaving deck his home; that little bark Twas his to guide, though wild the night and dark. His weather-beaten brow deep seamed with scars. His duty still the rudder's wooden bars To grasp. Of gliding stars the course to mark. The rainy Hyades. the planet Mars. Orion armed with gold! Triones' cars. Oh! stern old pilot, we admire you much. I he lesson you have taught we ll strive to heed. As sailors bold we ll imitate your touch. And in our daily work, and toil, and need. Undaunted by the wind, and storms and such. We'll steer our course aright and thus proceed. Agnes Hickey. 28. Bernadette Dillon. 28. 92 MUSIC PADUAN ST. ANTHONY CONVENT Presents MARY AGNES ELLIS in PIANO RECITAL Assisted in Voice by Lucille A. Norton Wednesday Afternoon. May 25. 1927 At One © Clock PROGRAMME Bourec G Minor Bach iIk E Hat — Chopin Mcnuetto from Sonata Facile Beethoven Miss Ellis Indian Love Call Rudolf Friml 1 he World is Waiting for the Sunrise .........._ Ernest Seitz . a sue o' Mine Edward J. Waft Miss Norton Venetian Love Song Nttfin Caprice Bohemien Lebittre Valsc Coquette Friml Miss Ellis Indian Dawn amecnik Ave Maria —------------------------------------ Roteurig By the Waters of Minnetonka - Lteurance Just a-Wearying for You Carrie Jacobs-Bond Miss Norton Concerto G Minor Mendelssohn Miss Ellis Tableau of the Virgins Ouxn-Murrau THE CONVENT OF ST. ANTHONY Presents CATHERINE MARGARET MOORE in PIANO RECITAL Assisted in Voice by Verena Arrull Sonata Op. 31 No. 2 Allegro Adagio The Spring Has Come At Dawning 1 o a Hill Top Friday Morning. May 27. 1927 At Eleven o’Clock PROGRAMME Allegretto Miss Moore Miss Arrell L. Bolero Fourth Mazurita Concert Etude Polinchinelle ......... ... I Hear a Thrush at Eve The Laughing Brook The Four Leaf Clover The Cuckoo Song Concerto A Minor Miss Moore Miss Arrell Van Beethoven White Cadman Fox ______- Raff Godard ....... Liszt Rachmaninoff Cadman Rashach Brou'ncU Lehman .Schumann Miss Moore Accompanist—Mary Agnes Ellis PADUAN RECITAL by the SENIOR MUSIC STUDENTS Friday Afternoon. May 27. 1 27 At One o’CIock PROGRAMME I nwmble- —March MiliUirt Schubert Catherine Moore. Mary Agnes Ellis. Loretta Gcrlich. Dorothy Peterson Piano Twilight Ftiml Rustic of Spring Sinking Mary Hawley Valse Ballet Brown Dorothy Peterson Two Pianos Pendent La Tile Wach Clara Brombach. Lucilc McPartland Melody Antique Rubinstein Bernice Mcngclkoch, Gertrude Reinke Vocal—The Four Leaf Clover Brounell I Hear a Thrush at Eve (.adman Verena Arrell Concerto—C Major Beethoven Elizabeth Carter Concerto—A Minor Schumann Beatrice Perry Piano—Patriotic Song Grieg Butterfly Merkel Loretta Gcrlich Venetian Love Song tievin Valse—Coquette h'riml Mary Agnes Ellis Ensemble—Crcpusculc ... . Hartung Mary Hawley. Catherine Young. Lucilc McPortland. Clara Brombach Pianos—Dance of the Gnomes.................................................... Liszt Polinchinclli Rachmininofi Catherine Moore Concerto Adagio ----------------------------------------------------------- Schumann Sophia Molosky Piano—Polonaise B Major Chopin Rondo Capriccosco Mendelssohn Marie Perry Impromptu Valse — Hamer Marche de Concert Wollenhaupt Elizabeth Carter Two Pianos—Minuet a la Antique PadtftWtki Margaret Tweedy. Evelyn Rivers Reading—The Selfish Giant - Oscar Wilde The Spelling Match Martin Bernice DeLaria Piano—Dream Pictures Richer Dance Petite_______________________________________________________ 7 hompson Irene Carmody Paladim Laurens Ballade Chopin Sophia Molosky Vocal Trio—Sing! Sing! Birds on the Wing Nutting I (lathered a Rose ---—— - Dorothy Lee I Hear the Bees a-Humming ....... - — —........... Zamecmk Lucile Norton. Wanda SIcdz. Susanna Keller Ensemble—War March from 'Athalia Mendelssohn Dorothy Peterson. Mary Agnes Ellis. Loretta Gcrlich, Catherine Moore IB —fl 94 PADUAN ST. ANTHONY CONVENT PIANOFORTE CONCERTO RECITAL by ADVANCED STUDENTS OF THE MUSIC DEPARTMENT Tuesday Morning. May 24. 1927. at 11:15 PROGRAMME Concerto C Major Concerto Molto Allegro Elizabeth Carter Marie Perry Concerto Allegro energico Vocal—Tender Message Spring Flowers Concerto Op. 54 Concerto C Major Loretta Gcrlich Mary Agnes Ellis Sophia Molosky Dorothy Peterson Concerto Allegro Maestoso Reading—-The Selfish Giant The Spelling Match Concerto A Minor Concerto G Minor Lucille McPartland Berenice Del.aria Catherine Moore Mary Agnes Ellis Vocal—Boats of Mine The Morning is Calling — Elizabeth Carter Trio—I Hear the Bees a-Humming Concerto E flat----------—________________________ Beatrice Perry Concerto Adagio Mary Howley ...Beethoven Mendelssohn ---- Mozart Howley Phillips. Sc humann Mo art Mo arl Oscar Wilde George Martin Schumann Mendelssohn ____ erru Miller Bainbridge-Zamecnik .........Beethoven Mozart 95 u PADUAN tS ALUMNAE Mrs. A. C. Black President Miss Mary Casey Vice President Miss Marvel Hans Secretary Miss Elizabeth Turgeon Treasurer 96 PADUAN ALUMNAE The Paduan wishes the Alumnae of St. Anthony happiness and success in all undertakings. They have entered various fields of activity. The following have entered the Community of the Sisters of St. Joseph: Agnes Arrell is now Sister Mary Irmin: Agnes Carline. Sister Mary Angelica: Genevieve Wittman. Sister Mary Carolyn: Irene Morin. Sister Mary Victorine: Eileen Somers, Sister Mary Alosia: Mary Brennan, Sister Mary Victiore. Those at St. Catherines are: Eleanor Morin. Monica Nanlon. Helen Shaughnessy. Mary O'Brien. Ethel Morin. Elvira Brandis. Ann Cashmore is at St. Cloud Normal. T hose who are teaching are as follows: Adelaide Grabowski is at Kimball. Minnesota: Agnes McEachern. Ascension School: Dorothy Wagner. Lake Elmo: Mayme Lennon, Holland School: Agnes Walsh. Minneapolis: Mary O'Connell and Mabel O’Connell are teaching piano. Those at the University are: Juanita Gresser. Helen Dargay. Helen Burke. Helen Kiesner. T hose at business colleges are as follows: Gertrude Paegel is at the Humboldt Business College. Leona Posely is at the Scientific Business College. Marie Shea is at the Humboldt Business College. Heresa Timms is at the Humboldt Business College. Helen Theis is at the Comptometer School. Elizabeth Zinniel is at the Elliot-Fisher Bookkeeping School. The following have entered the business world: Mary Casey. Mary Hickey, Pauline Knotz, Ethel Mclnnis. Mary Newton. Katherine Kilroe, Dorothy Barth. Eileen Casey. Ruth Cloutier. Genevieve Gannon. Helen Gallagher. Gertrude Hays. Catherine Henry. Marvel Hans. Dolorosa LaMottc. Margaret McClellan. Helen O'Connell. Mary Smith. Elizabeth Turgeon. Loretta Galvin. Ardyce Cunningham. Florence Donohue, Margaret Dawson. Alma Gcrlich. Bernice Holder. Nishma Moses. Bernice Ncary. Dorothy Purcell. Marion Sandefur. Eulalie Schaefer. Beatrice Butler. Mary McConville. Gladys Cartwright. Blanche Arrell, Evelyn Belanger. Mary Coleman. Margaret Dolr.ey. Edith McConville. Beatrice Perry. Catherine Weinstock. Caroline Wittman. Rose Fitzgerald. Nora Fleming. Mary Long. Teresa McDonald. Esther Chapman. Lucille Schroeder. Marion O'Reilly. Margie Rupert. F rank Cunningham. Frank Mulcahy. Bessie Hunton. Josephine Fleetham. Evelyn Cartwright. Mildred Newman. Bertha Auger. Effie McGowan. Genevieve McConville. Edward McNulty. Frank Kelly. William Gillis. We are happy to have this opportunity of publishing our gratitude to the following students and graduates of St. Anthony for their financial benefactions: Edward McNulty. Lawrence Carr, and Harold Bellcw. W I 97 PADUAN FORTY-FOURTH ANNUAL COMMENCEMENT ST. ANTHONY HIGH SCHOOL Thursday Evening, June Ninth, 1927. 8:15 o'Clock St. Anthony Auditorium, Minneapolis ORDER OF EXERCISES The Processional: Battle March from “Athalia Mendelssohn Chorus: La Primavera Moderati Prayer .... .... ... .. Beethoven T he Address and the Presentation of Diplomas The Reverend E. J. Wilbee The Announcements Chorus: O Praise the Lord The Recessional: Coronation March Mendelssohn Meyerbeer PADUAN THE SENIORS’ HALL OF FAME Most Popular—Bernadette Traun. Prettiest—Rose Rapacz. Neatest—Veda Akin. Wittiest—Bernadette Traun. Prettiest Eyes—Margaret Kicrcc. Prettiest Hair—Rose Rapacz. Best Dancer—Evelyn Rivers. Most Original—Charlotte Tonry. Most Courtetous—Johanna Collins. Best Disposition—Evelyn Emond. Shyest—Marcella BrouilJard. Most Attractive—Winifred O'Reilly. Most Winning Smile—Margaret Kierce. Prettiest Name—Evelyn Rivers. Peppiest—Charlotte Tonry. Most Accommodating—Elvira Newman. Happiest—Harriet Shaughnessy. Pleasing Personality—Margaret Kierce. Best All Around Girl—Alice Sandefur. Smallest—Montana l ong. Tallest— Alice Offcrman. MY HIGHEST AMBITION IS- Johanna Collins To “shine'' in Latin Mary Stecz To be a great singer Mary How ley To do anything but homework To be of many talents Marcella Brouillard Evelyn Rivers Always dance Montana long To be modest Jane Adamson To be an actress Winifred O’Reilly To marry a farmer Bernice Brombach To escape men To grow tall Veronica Barrett I o be thin Evelyn Emond I o be witty Alice Sandefur Dead secret Veda Akin I o stay single Mary Dudek I o be famous Alice Offerman To be a musician in Woolworth s Rose Rapacz To learn to dance Elvira Newman 7 o be a decorator Harriet Shaughnessy To visit old Ireland Charlotte Tonry Boston! Oh! Boston Bernadette Traun To prove my point Grace Givens To live up to my name IB -tP 99 U PADUAN a DID YOU KNOW THAT— Evelyn Emond resigned from her position at Wool worth's.' Johanna Collins didn't know her Latin the other day? Bernadette Traun is urging her class onward to June 10th? Charlotte Tonry is sailing for Boston? Harriet Shaughness and Rose Rapacz are wearing out the sidewalks looking for ads? Montana T ong is the baby of the Senior Class? Margaret Kierce and Winifred O'Reilly are inseparable? Evelyn Rivers gave up talking? Jane Adamson stopped dancing during the school year? Alice Oflferman is taking vocal lessons? Grace Givens is meek and gentle? Mary Howley is to be a musician? Mary Stecz is to be an actress? Veda Akin is taking a reducing course? Bernice Brombach had a blind date with the office the other day? Mary Dudek knew Hamlet’s life? I wonder? Marcella Brouillard was late for school the other day? St. Anthony High was accredited to the University? Alice Sandefur is getting thin? Veronica Barrett is to tour Europe? Alice Sandefur. DO YOU THINK THAT St. Anthony Alumnae could ever get along without the seniors of 1927? Margaret Kierce will ever stay from Winifred O'Reilly? Montana Long will ever grow tall? Harriet Shaughnessy will ever get shy? Veronica Barrett will ever be friendless? Mary Howley will ever be rude? Bernadette Traun will ever lose her originality? Winifred O'Reilly will ever put on avordupois? Evelyn Emond will ever be on time? Rose Rapacz will ever have straight hair? Grace Givens will ever become bold’ Charlotte Tonry will ever grow dull? Marie Dudek will ever lose her winning smile? Johanna Collins will ever be pert? Alice Sandefur will ever be disloyal to her Alma Mater? Evelyn Rivers will ever stop dancing? Veda Akin will ever lose her gentle personality? Mary Stecz will ever lose her affectionate spirit? Marcella Brouillard will ever lose her “school girl complexion ? Jane Adamson will ever lose her pep ? Alice Offerman will ever lose her artistic accomplishments? Bernice Brombach will ever be serious? Elvira Newman will ever lose her business-like ability? Bernice Brombach. i 100 tp PADUAN 01 ts SENIORS' NICKNAMES Jane Adamson Jay Veda Akin “Ved Veronica Barrett “ Vern Bernice Brombach “Toots Johanna Collins “Jo Marie Dudek “Mae Evelyn Emond “Eve Grace Givens “Nell Mary Howley “Sis Margaret Kierce “Muggs Elvira Newman “Vi Alice Offerman “A1 Winifred O'Reilly Evelyn Rivers “Wynne Duke Alice Sandefur “Sandy Rose Rapacz “Gay Harriet Shaughnessy Mary Stecz “Irish Sunny Montana Long “Monte Charlotte Tonry “Chuck y Bernadette Traun Bernie WANTED— An excuse, by Harriet Shaughnessy. A dancing partner, by Jane Adamson. Less homework, by Veronica Barrett and Marcella Brouillard. More time, by Mary Howley. Few hours sleep, by Bernice Brombach. To laugh more, by Evelyn Emond. Ads. by Rose Rapcz. A natural wave, by Alice Sandefur. A joke, by Charlotte Tonry. To be thin, by Winifred O'Reilly. No talking, by the Faculty. More parties, by Elvira Newman. Nothing, by Johanna Collins and Mary Stecz. Civics Test, by Montana Long. Easter vacation, by the High School. More homework, by Evelyn Rivers. Kid day. by the Seniors. A remedy for geometry, by Alice Offerman. June 13th, by Mary Dudek. A diploma, by Margaret Kierce. More excitement, by Bernadette Traun. More free days, by Grace Givens. To be fat. by Veda Akin. Library equipment, by St. Anthony High. Alice Sandefur. ( 101 PADUAN JUNIORS IN SONG Merlyne Betzler That Certain Party Margaret Dols . ..................................... Butterfly Bernadette Dillon Sweet and Low' Lorena De Mars Precious Mary Agnes Ellis „ If You See Sally Ruby Gregory Would You Care? Bertille Gordon My Best Girl Willene Gresser Gone Again. Girl Melynda Gmach Here Comes Fatima Agnes Hickey Looking at the World Through Rose Colored Glasses Marie Hall Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover Susanne Keller Someone's Losin' Susan Bernice Kicsner Brown Eyes. Why Are You Blue? Bernice McConville When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Ruth Mauren Along Came Ruth Dorothy Myers What Are We Waiting For? Dorothy Mieson .. Knee Deep in Daisies Katherine Moore Pretty Kitty Kelly Lucille Norton Sing a Little Song Anna Rapacz Baby Face Wanda Sledz I Wanda (Want to) Go Where You Go Janet Smith What Do I Care Minnie Thomas Could You? I Certainly Could Vivienne Violette I’d Climb the Highest Mountain Ella Vander Hyden ...... Pretty Cinderella Ruth Mauren. Melynda Gmach. Ella Vander Hydf.n. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF: Nellie would have her hair cut? Florence would part from Dorothy? Doris Plante would fail in her tests? Mabel Frederick would stop being absent? IF When Katherine is old will she be Young? If Beatrice makes butter in the field will Clara Brom-bach her? If Peterson winks at Myrtle will he Cloutier? If Zeta elopes with Carl'(son) will it be Cecelia? If Dorothy (K)Neils will Bernice Dolce (Dols)? If Marcella should Warn (her) would Eleanor know How(e) ? When Margy goes to heaven will she be St. Jaque? If Mary takes Rose out for a walk will she Wagner home? If a Gerlichs (girl likes) a boy will it be Loretta? When it is cold out will Virginia call Mart in? Marcella Warner. Margaret St. Jacque. ===tP 102 t PADUAN ts to THE BEAUTY CORNER Beauticians. Lieac Deafruns. Lievar Mennaw. Alias The Sane. The purpose of this corner is to kill or cure your troubles. We treat all kinds of skin diseases, we also give information to anxious people who wish to rid themselves of warts, moles, and other defects of the skin. Also treatment for facial deformities. To Garetmar Rickee: Your trouble is not very serious, one crooked eye can be remedied. If you keep your good eye looking at your crooked eye. they will both eventually turn the same way. Truly. “Sane. Dear Lottechar Tryon: Flappy ears arc common, especially in rural districts, the only cure we can suggest is to pierce the top of each ear with one carpet tack, and press into the skull. Do not remove them for at least six months. By that time your ears will have started to grow to your head. Sincerely. Sane. Ramy Sectz: In answer to your letter concerning ingrown fingernails, we wish to suggest the following treatment: First night—Place finger tips in a boiling solution of Sulphuric Acid. Second night—If fingers are not improved after first treatment, place fingers in Chloroform. Third night—If the second treatment is not effective, the only remaining cure is to remove the fingers at the first joint. Always. Sane.” To dc Btrantce nolliD: The trouble with your skin is contagious. We prescribe this remedy: Keep within the house for two months. To cure the disease, hold your face over a basin of steaming water for two hours at a time. After that apply a mixture of mud and kerosene. 1'his surely will remove skin and disease. Absolutely. Sane.” Anxious Macellar Louidbarl: You need not be anxious about your freckles as only abnormal people are without them. The only help we can give is to apply a paste of flour and water and cover with powder. Ever. Sane. Bernice Lods: Moles on the neck arc a sign of an intellectual mind, but since you wish to remove yours, the only way possible is to apply to the mole a hot curling iron, remove it instantly, and the mole will vanish within two days. Truly, Sane. Dear Rag rat me Rosonbert: Your flat nose can only be fixed by encasing it in a clothes pin for eight months after which shape it with the fingers each evening. Forever. Sane. Q — tfl 104 PADUAN ts B Tordhoy Mashcore: We must admit that we never had an inquiry for a remedy to straighten curly hair, but we would advise the application of one part varnish with one part turpentine. Rub in thoroughly and after three days wash out. Your hair will either be straight or it will come out. Nearly. Sane. Hopeful Roveen Ralerl: Your request for reducing your weight is a common one. The remedy that has procured the most results is the one here stated: Drink water and cream. Eat white bread and pastry. Eat chocolates and all other sweets. This reducing menu is sure to give the desired results. Cordially. Sane. Vicsic Carheet: Your unstrung nerves are caused by over education. We suggest that you take a vacation in a secluded part of the city, another alternative would be to refrain from the schoolroom for at least a year. Respectfully. Sane. THE JUNIORS Margaret Dols is pretty, stately, and tall. Bernice Kiesner's eyes are the envy of all. Dorothy Miesen's light with complexion fair. Lorena De Mars has beautiful hair. Minnie Thomas is an intelligent lass. Marie Hall's the smartest in every class. Dorothy Myers is a friend in need. Susanna Keller s nice in act and deed. Mary Agnes is sweet and divinely short. Agnes Hickey's a very good sport. Ruby May's teeth flash whenever she smiles. Bernadette Dillon keeps up with the styles. Wanda Sledz has eyes that sparkle and shine. Bertyle Gordon in Latin is just fine. Ruth Mauren has a nice personality. Ella Vander Hyden. I know is witty. Lucile Norton has a wonderful mind. Bernice McConville is very kind. Vivienne Violette is quiet, gentle, and shy. Melinda Gmach o'er her studies does sigh. Willene Gresser loves to come to school. Murlyne Betzler keeps every rule. Katherine Moore's music will make her a big name. And Janet Schmit's dancing will bring her fame. That we intellectual are. I will not say. For to brag too much does not pay. We constitute the class of '28. But our graduation we leave to fate. —Anne Rapacz. itf 105 PADUAN SOPHOMORES IN SONG Little Pal Anna Ciesla Ain't She Sweet Catherine Young Sitting in a Corner _ Dorothy Peterson I II Stay Home and Be a Kid Again Marcella Warner Just Around the Corner Loretta Gerlich I oo Many Parties Myrtle Cloutier I hinking of You __ Beatrice Butterfield High, High Upon a Hill Virginia Martin Cecilia Cecilia Carlson Who? Margy St. Jacques I Want My Mammy . Margaret McGuire A Quiet Little Girl in Minnesota Bernice Dols Katherina Rose Bochnak Always ( ecilia 'Tracy It Made Me Happy When I Made You Cry Verana Arrell How Many Times . ___ Marceline Patro I'm Blue All Day Monday Clara Brombach Because They All Lpve You Dorothy Neil I hat's What I Call a Pal Mary Wagner Me. Too Margaret Murray Rock-a-Bye My Baby Blues .Zeta Malget Thinking . Bernice Wagner In a Little Spanish Town .. ... Eleanor Howe Beatrice Buttereield. Bernice Wagner. Margaret McGuire. Cecilia Carlson. FRESHMEN Florence is as graceful as a Bierch. Elizabeth is as strong as a Post. Lucille Karies a good deal in her head. No. our Mary isn't any relative of the Kaiser. Doris is as bright as a Plante. Margaret is Brown but Catherine is White. Marie surely did Grow. Do you think Bess's head is Akin: A FRESHMAN There was a girl in our class And she was wondrous wise. She handed in her work on lime And took the teacher by surprise. And when she saw her report card. She nearly had a faint To see marked for her English test A lovely ninety-eight. —DORIS PLANTE. As we go to press we hear that Evelyn Rivers has won a prize for her Irish essay on Daniel O'Connell. 106 PADUAN GRADUATES OF EIGHTH GRADE Alice Auger Robert Korogi Leonard Benkufsky Francis Letourneau George Betzler Mary Liddiard Priscilla Carlson Margaret McConville Dorothy Cotea Grace Mulcahy Cecilia Dion Melvin Monette Donald Flannery Sylvia Malget Marguerite Gerlich Lawrence Schwartz Francis Hoben Helen Sampson Robert Hill Alberta Smith Katherine Kchoe Dorothy Scheer Bernard Kiesner Roy West HONOR ROLL Mary Liddiard Margaret McConville Roy West Helen Sampson Francis Letourneau Francis Hoben Cecilia Dion Dorothy Cotea Marguerite Gerlich Leonard Benkufsky Prizes for perfect attendance are awarded to Cecelia Dean. Mary Liddeard. Scholarship to De La Salle High School. Francis Hoben. GENTLEMANLY DEPORTMENT Leonard Benkufsky LADYLIKE DEPORTMENT Marguerite Gerlich Scholarship to St. Anthony High School, awarded by Rev. E. J. Wilbee. Won by Mary Liddiard. Highest general average for year. Roy West. u PADUAN til Grace Mulcahy won highest honors in “The Irish Essay Contest sponsored by the “Ladies’ Auxiliary of the A. O. H. Her essay took first rank in the division, in the county, and in the state. It was sent to Washington to compete for national distinction. She received an honorary certificate. IRELAND. THE ISLE OF SAINTS AND SCHOLARS Christianity before St. Patrick's time did not flourish in Ireland, although several Christian churches were in existence. In 431 Ireland was sent a bishop, but after a brief stay he returned discouraged, and Pope Celestine sent St. Patrick. This great man. St. Patrick, was born in 372, or 388. near Dumbarton. Scotland, of a French mother, who. some authorities claim, was a niece to St. Martin of 7'ours. At sixteen he was carried into captivity by King Niall who was on a plundering raid to Scotland, who sold him to an Irish chief in the North of Ireland. He endured great hardships, and exposure from hunger, and nakedness. After six years spent in slavery. God admonished St. Patrick to return to his own country, at the same time informing him that he would find a ship ready to sail. When reunited to his family a wild desire seized him to return to the land of his captivity. God strengthened this desire by manifesting to him in a vision that he was destined to do great work for God. After much opposition and discouragement from his relatives, and from the clergy, he sought and obtained the necessary education, was consecrated bishop and made his triumphal entry into Ireland. Of this entry, it is related by historians, that it resembled more the march of a much loved monarch than that of a poor missionary striving to convert a nation. He worked many miracles, and legend has it that the Druids, having plotted to assassinate him. he changed himself into a deer and passed by in safety. He is also credited with having driven the snakes and toads out of Ireland. He established many monasteries, the chief being at Armagh. He wrote two books, his “Confessions and his Epistle to Crotecas. Having once received the Catholic faith from St. Patrick. Ireland has clung to it with unsurpassed fidelity. There has never been an hour since St. Patrick's triumph in the hall of Tara, that Erin’s children have not been ready to suffer and to die for the faith. (B 103 PADUAN The chief spiritual daughter of St. Patrick. St. Bridget, was born in 453 in Farchard. Ulster. While very young she consecrated her life to God. Being very beautiful, and. fearing efforts were being made to break her vows, she prayed that she would become ugly and deformed. Her prayers were answered and she was allowed to continue her career, her vows being received by St. Mel. the nephew and disciple of St. Patrick. When she was receiving her veil the stand upon which she was kneeling recovered its former luster and vitality. St. Bridget at the same time received her former grace and beauty. She established many nunneries in all parts of Ireland, the most noted among them being at Kildare. In fact, it is from the crowds that flocked to her door that the town of Kildare has its origin. After seventy years’ practice of the most unbounded charity, she passed peacefully to her eternal rest in February. 523. Two great leaders of the Irish missionary work were St. Columcille in Great Britain and St. Columbanus in Europe. In all Irish history.” writes Alice Sanford Green, “there is no greater figure than St. Columcille. statesman, poet, patriot, and scholar. After founding thirty-seven monasteries in Ireland from Deiry to the north coast of Darrow near Munster border, he crossed the sea and set up a monastery on the windswept island of Iona. On this forlorn and desolate place swept by pagan raids. St. Columcille set up a doctrine of peace and unity. He converted the King of the Piets, and spread monasteries far and wide. He established friendship between the Piets and the Britains of Strachclvde. It was said that he could never spend an hour without study or prayer. In short, he is considered the greatest missionary that Ireland ever sent out. He is credited with having copied by hand more than three hundred volumes, sitting in his cell at Iona. His beauty of face and figure have brought dying men to see his face once more. St. Patrick. St. Bridget, and St. Columcille are called the famous Triology of Irish Saints. Their remains were found in a tomb, in 1 145. at Down in Ulster. From the advent of Christianity into Ireland to the tenth century is called the “Golden Age of Irish Learning and the “Learning Mart” of the western world. In literature, music and art during this period Ireland has never been equalled. Conspicuous among the scholars who lived in this age were St. Cummain. who exhibited wonderful knowledge of science both theological and profane. St. Adoman’s life of St. Columba is said to be the most complete piece of biography that Europe can boast of. Then there was the profound philosopher John Scotus. called Erigcna of the eighth century, whose learning was so profound that it excited astonishment even in Rome. Mail Isu. who wrote religious poetry, and several others of a like distinction. Professor George Dottins says in “The Glories of Ireland” that it was the intention of the most celebrated of the poets to render history, genealogy, topology, and the “Lives of the Saints” readier to access, and easier to restrain by putting them in verse form. “'The Book of Kell” and the famous Book of Right” show that Ireland understood rhythm. In fact, before the continent of Europe was awakened to these things. Ireland had thousands of poets. In science, the scientists of Ireland are immortal. St. Acngus. the great hagiographer. and St. Virgulus who discovered the sun to be the center of the solar system arc the most famous. This last named also taught that the earth was a sphere, and also the existence of the Antipodes. Dungal. an astronomer, in 811. wrote a remarkable work. Dungali Reclusi Epistola dc duplici solis eclipsi anno 810 and Carolum Magnum at the request of Charlemagne. Ducuil. an Irish monk, whose remarkable work in geography contains interesting references to Iceland, and to =TP 109 PADUAN a navigable canal which once connected the Nile and the Red Sea. lived and wrote in the the latter part of the ninth century. There arc others whose learning. while, if not in science, was of so great a wealth as to excite interest and amazement to the present day. In Irish music there were noted celebrities. St. Sechnael, St. Colmcille. St. Maluse. St. Columbas, St. Ultan. Dungal and Seduluis. There was Authal the Irish monk who composed many pieces including the famous “Farced Keyrie which is kept in the Vatican edition. These men and their works not only attracted attention in their own country, but in all civilized countries of Europe. St. Gall, abbot, born in Ireland during the sixth century, founded a famous school of music at St. Gallan. the wonder and delight of the students and of the music lovers of all Europe. There are two elements that affect the character and genius of a people, religion and government. It is needless to say that the former has been the potent factor in the success of the Irish people during the period of time between the coming to Ireland of St. Patrick and the beginning of the tenth century. In the face of misgovernment Ireland, to the present time, has not changed one whit in her faith, her undying hope, and in all those divine charities deposit-in her soul by St. Patricks baptism: and this is the real test of a nation s great ness. Faithful unto death ' should be inscribed on Ireland’s banner where’er her folds may wave. Long may they wave, is my dearest wish, and long may Ireland rank first among the nations of the world in fidelity to hearth, throne, and altar. EIGHTH GRADE PLAY “DOROTHY” Cast Dorothy. General Ormsley’s Doughter Alberta Smith Mrs. Ormslcy Grace Mulcahy Mrs. Lorimer. Her Sister Helen Sampson Edith. Ormsley’s only child Marguerite Gerlich Mabel Dorothy’s cousins on a visit ( Dorothy Cotea Cecile ( Katherine Kehoe Matilda. Nurse who steals Edith Margaret McConville Sarah Ann. Maid Priscilla Carlson Cbloe, Colored Maid Alice Auger Miss Mansfield. Proprietor of Villa on Nicollet Island Mary Liddiard Mr. Ezeriah Pinkerton, and Old residents of Nicollet Island (Francis Hoben Mrs. Pinkerton ( Cecelia Dion Deborah. Their Adopted Daughter ? Mrs. Seabury. a Neighborly Neighbor Sylvia Malget Priscilla, Her Daughter Dorothy Scheer Robert Wcscott. former chauffeur of Mr. Ormsley. who plotted with his wife, Matilda, to steal Edith Leonard Benkufsky Margaret, an orphan whom Robert tries to impose on the Ormsley’s as their lost daughter . . _ — Pearl Beriou =TP 110 BASKETBALL TEAM Forward—Francis Letourneau Guards—George Betzler, Robert Korogi Left Forward—Wallace Fitzerald Captain—George Betzler Center—Lawrence Schwartz Director—Father Brennan Coach—Vincent Wallerius Cheer Leader—Leonard Benkufsky SUMMARY OF BASKETBALL SEASON Judging from the pre-season and the result of the basketball race, one may consider St. Anthony 1927 floor team a success. St. Anthony quint won the championship of the Northeast division, but was eliminated in the finals by the Ascension. The St. Anthony quint made its first appearance against the Basilica five. The green and white made a 1 9 to 0 count. Their second appearance was made against the St. Philip's. The green and white made a count of 1 2 to 7. Their third appearance was made against the Ascension’s five for the city championship and the Ascensions came out on the long end of a 1 6 to 12 count. St. Anthony 19 Bascilica 0 St. Anthony 12 St. Philip 7 St. Anthony 12 Ascension 16 St. Anthony 23 St. Columbus 1 111 BASEBALL TEAM Catcher—Francis Letourneau Pitcher—Lawrence Schwartz First Base—George Betzler Second Base—Ralph Russo Third Base—Melvin Monettc Short Stop—Robert Korogi Left Field—John Crowley Center Field—Bernard Kiesner Right Field—Roy West Substitutes—Robert Burke Harold Re inert William Beriou Director—Father Brennan Coach—Vincent Wallerius Cheer Leader—Leonard Bcnkufsky Thomas Trainor. PADUAN ts ttf NONSENSE A Sunday school teacher was taking up a collection after her class. She had each little boy recite something appropriate, and drop his penny in the plate. Johnny: “The Lord loveth a cheerful giver.” and in went his penny. Tommy: “He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord.” and in went his penny. Teacher: “Who was Orpheus? Freshman: “He was a museum. Teacher: “Can you tell me three things in which starch plays a very important part? Elvira: A collar and a pair of cuffs.” During the Irish Literature contest on Daniel O'Connell the English teacher put on the board the telephone number of the librarian from whom the class could get a reference book. Doris, just coming out of a trance said: “Is that Daniel O'Connell's telephone number? A teacher asked her class to write an essay on London. She was surprised to read the following attempt: “The people of London are noted for their stupidity. The young author was asked how he got the idea. “Please. Miss.” she said, it says in the text book that the population of London is very dense. Mrs. Me.: “Jane, what are the chief products of Italy? Jane: “Wine, ruins, and immigrants.' Student: “Let's sleep in the gutter. Second Student: Why? Student: “Plenty of room with running water. Sister C.: “There are three girls in this class who have not been paying attention and without my telling the rest of the class who you are. you write out the titles of the chapters in five books in the Bible and place them on my desk tomorrow morning. The next morning about half the class hand in the work complete. Bernycc B.: I just took a tough exam.” Johanna: “Finish? Bernyce B.: “No. Latin. “Why Mabel.” said a mother to her daughter, you ve got one of your stockings on wrong side out. “I put it on that way.” said Mabel, “because there's a hole on the other side. 113 PADUAN is T he Chinese are not given to flattery. A gentleman called at a Chinese laundry for his clothes. On receiving the package, he noticed some Chinese marks on the package. Pointing to them he said: My name. I suppose. No name, scliption. replied the Chinaman. Say lil' ol' man. closs eyed, no teet . Freshman (at the book store) : I’d like to buy a ruler, please. Clerk: Do you want a steel one. Freshman: Of course not. I want to buy one. The History teacher asked her paper she found the following list: Ida Ho Allie Bama Louisa Anna Della Ware class to name the sister states. On one Minnie Sota Mary Land Miss Ouri Mrs. Sippi A lady was in tlx: hospital and her six-year-old daughter came to visit her. The nurse came into the room. Nurse: Mary Jean, arc you going to be a nurse when you grow up? Mary Jean: No. I'm going to be a lady. The maid failed to go and get Bobby at kindergarten, and so the teacher said to him: Now. Bobby, you know God is always with you. and you must think you have hold of His hand. Next morning she said: Well. Bobby, you got home all right? Yes. Miss Wilson. I got home all right, but I can tell you I made God run every step of the way. Mrs. Mac: Can anyone tell me where Pittsburgh is? Montana: They're playing in Chicago. English Teacher: Do you know who wrote the Covered Wagon ? Harriet: Why. I didn't know it was written. I thought it was drawn. Teacher: Stand up. Alice, and make a sentence containing the word ’seldom. Alice paused awhile, then: Last week father had five horses, but yesterday he seldom. Mrs. Mac: When are the Congressmen elected? Class: In November. Mrs. Mac: When do their take their seats? Class: The following December. Evelyn: Gee. they stand up a long time. Teacher: Evelyn, when were you born? Evelyn: On the second of April. Teacher: Late again. 114 PADUAN The teacher was giving her class a lecture on “gravity.” “Now. girls, she said, “it is the law of gravity that keeps us on the earth.” “But. Teacher.” said Elvira, “how did wc stick on before the law was passed? Charlotte: “Well. I showed up the teacher before the whole class today.” Bemie: “Why? Wise up. Charlotte: “She asked me for Lincoln s Gettysburg address n I had to tell her he never lived there. Oh. you should have heard the class laugh. The Seniors gave a double programme at the Mardi Gras. A One-Act Play V. Akin. J. Collins. A. Sandefur A Fainting Fit Evelyn Emond Sister C.: “Anna Marie, you'll have to wait for your turn to answer. You see Elizabeth has the floor.” Anna Marie unconsciously glances down on the floor to find the one reciting. A recitation in American Government. Mrs. MacDonald: “What is it we have in St. Paul that we get from England? (Meaning the Parliament.) Evelyn (anxious to answer, says in a loud voice) : “The stock yards.” Mrs. MacDonald: “If the president, vice-president, and all the members of the cabinet should die who would officiate ?“ Bright pupil from the rear of the class: “ I he undertaker.” Father: “Elvira, why are you always at the bottom of your class? Elvira: “It really doesn't matter, dad; we get the same instruction at both ends of the class. 115 PADUAN We Value Our Reputation A committee of business men have set their stamp of approval upon our courses. They know that if our courses are completed, the students will be prepared to assume the responsibilities of the business office and perform their work in a creditable and satisfactory manner. Every week some business man recommends our school to a student because he knows we IRA IN TO DO. The large majority of our new student body comes in through the influence of our former students. They arc satisfied. Consequently the large patronage we enjoy. Practical Courses Offered Secretarial Stenographic Teacher's Training Bookkeeping Banking Higher Accounting 4 Machine Courses Stenotypy Income Tax ASK THE EMPLOYERS—ASK OUR GRADUATES VISIT OUR SCHOOL ¥ Day School Any Monday t YYjtcScneSS Telephone, Main 5959 Fully Accredited hu the Notional Association of Accredited Commercial Schools Nicollet at Ninth Street Minneapolis. Minnesota PADUAN The Ascension Club extends its heartiest congratulations to the Class of 27 and wishes for each graduate the best of everything in life. THIS SYMBOL is your assurance of all that is desirable and fashionable in Attire for School Girl and College Miss. Students of Saint Anthony’s High School appreciate the refined atmosphere of this establishment and the frequent arrivals from New York London and Paris. The'louA Ouif lAi Co. NICOLLET AVENUE-NINTH STREET n PADUAN H-L-TT-IS o4 ‘Partnership with Young Men and Womens npHE future development and growth of the Northwest is largely dependent upon the efforts of its citizens. The young men and young women of today will be the ones who will direct civic and business affairs forty years from now. Right now is the logical time to form a working partnership with this Company—the oldest and largest Trust Company of the Northwest. The Minnesot oan Trust Co 405Marquette U|[1 Minneapolis Savings—Checking Accounts—Bonds—Mortgages—Safe Deposit Boxes — iss3 SERVICE RELIABILITY LOUIS N. RITTEN GRAIN COMMISSION Minneapolis MILWAUKEE DULUTH PADUAN Thielen Printing Company 908 Second Street Northeast Minneapolis Printers of the 1927 Paduan The Engravings in this book were made by the BUREAU OF ENGRAVING Inc- ENGRAVERS - ARTISTS - PRINTERS Catalogues - Booklets • Folders Direct by Mail Campaigns MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA a PAPUAN a Northwestern Costume Acme Window Cleaning House Company Furnished the Costumes For CLEANS OUR WINDOWS •QUALITY STREET” and 81 8 Hennepin THE OPERETTA Gc. 2291 Maier Electric Co. Phone. Main 5 767 Quality and Workmanship ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS Ohio Picture Frame Co. Put in Our Fire Alarms SHEET PICTURES. MOULDINGS 231 East Hennepin Ave. MIRRORS. PICTURE FRAMING. ART GIFTS Dinsmorc 4781 Minneapolis 1 1 0 Fourth Street So. Artists' Material a Specialty Gladstone 1 04 5 EMIL HEUSBOURG SHOES AND GIRLS FURNISHINGS Prompt Shoe Repairing 600-602 Monroe Street N. E. Minneapolis COMPLIMENTS OF THE Northwestern Casket Co. Charles Olson Co. Midland National Bank JEWELER 21 1 E. Hennepin and Trust Company Minneapolis GRUEN BULOVA STRAP BRACELETS AND POCKET WATCHES RESOURCES $24,000,000.00 PADUAN W. C. Brix Sons SANITARY MARKETS 9 1 7 West Broadway Cherry 3 57 1435 4th St. N. E. Cherry 2609 Globe Laundry, Inc. DRY CLEANERS LAUNDERERS ” Trial Will Convince You Phone. South 4 540 624 E. Franklin F. E. Kelly. Pres. STUDEBAKER ASSOC I AT E DEALERS Byers-Patro Motor Co. 114-116 5th Street S. E. Gl. 2095 Compliments of the Lydia Darrah Candy Shops, Inc. Our candies arc making this world a sweeter place in which to live.” EAST SIDE BAKERY 659 22nd AVE. N. E. Dins. 5526-495 1 EAT MORE BREAD It is the Staff of Life C. H. Hitchcock G. W. True COMPLIMENTS OF Princess Theatre CHRIS MERGEN DEPARTMENT STORE SHOES. FURNISHINGS DRY GOODS Women's and Children’s Ready-to-Wear Northeast Feed Mill Co. Manufacturers of Ground Feed and Jobb trs of FLOUR. GRAIN. HAY AND MILL STUFF AND ALL KINDS OF CEREALS 1426-1432 Marshall St. N. E. Telephone. Dins. 5021 PADUAN SIMONS MILLWORK, Inc. DEPENDABLE FOR FIFTY-SEVEN YEARS Geneva 6687 Cedar Avc. at South 7th St. MOONEY S CAST IRON FIRE LINE COILS To replace Pipe Coils in all makes of Boilers and Furnaces ECONOMICAL. COMPACT. DURABLE. SATISFACTORY Phantom View No. 2 Coil Showing Travel of Water Ask Your Jobber or Write Direct to P. J. Mooney Sales Company 813 W. Lake St. Minneapolis For Real Transportation Office Phone Res. Phone Cherry 9674 Glad. 1219 STOP AT Petroleum Service Co. COMPLIMENTS AND GREETINGS FROM THE C. P. GOLDEN CO. FUNERAL DIRECTORS AND EMBALMERS M1NN KAP 1.1 S STATIONS 10th La Salic 37th Lyndnlc S. Ilrondway Sc Aldrich 54th Nicollet 2000 Lyndalc Avc. S. 2500 University Avc. 2 � th llloumiiiKton 2625 Riverside Avc. 28th lllnisdcll 3903 E. Lake St. 18th Nicollet 118 2nd St. N. K. 58th Nicollet Moth Sc Lyndnlc 54th Lyndnlc 15th • Franklin S. E. 703 West Broadway Minneapolis Minnesota ST. HAUL STATIONS Oakland Ramsey 853 Payne Avc. 349 Smith Avc. 9th Minnesota 86 North Dale St. Petroleum Service Co. Minneapolis—St. Paul PADUAN COMPLIMENTS OF Compliments CHAS. E. FOX CO. of FUNERAL DIRECTORS A Friend Established in 1889 1 1 3 4th St. S. E. Gl. 2 no AT YOUR SERVICE FRANKLIN Old Home Creameries Incorporated) CO-OPERATIVE 340 5th St. N. E. CREAMERY ASSOCIATION To retain that '‘School girl complexion. To maintain that youthful vigor with case. TWO PLANTS Watch the diet carefully without vexation. Hat daily Old Home Cottage Cheese. 2108 WASHINGTON AVE. N. Cherry 3 3 34 “u-ftet It's Good'' 2601 E. FRANKLIN AVENUE Dupont 2 3 71 PADUAN BEST WISHES FOR SUCCESS TO THE CLASS OF 1927 An Alumnus Who Writes Your Insurance? The Brown Agency Formerly the McGowan Mahoney Agency SHOULD! Call Geneva 1460 711-714 First Natl.-Soo Line Building COMPLIMENTS OF John M. Gleason 1 1 1 South 9th Street Barney Barney FIRE INSURANCE MORTGAGE LOANS REAL ESTATE 207 East Hennepin Ave. Telephone. Di 7610 Roman A. Woychik LAWYER 1 102 Second Street North East Second N. V. Stale Hank Building B. L. WIRTH Manufacturer of Jeu,'elry DIAMONDS. WATCHES AND JEWELRY Repairing—Reliable—Reasonable Open Evenings 145 11th Ave. N. E F. C. JANICKE Carr-Cullen Co. MANUFACTURING FURRIER Bl lWELi NULL ¥ WORK 911 W. Broadway SEE US AND SAVE Sash. Doors and Mouldings PADUAN Do Sot Forget the Good Old Adage: A tooth in time will save nine. COMPLIMENTS A toothbrush is a mighty good habit and your dentis: is your best friend. OF Dr. Hilary J. Maze X KAY AND Nil ROUS OXIDE CAS DRS. LAPIERRE 1 500 2nd Street N. E. Office Residence Di. 5050 Glad. 2178 Office Phone: Dinsmorc 7122 Residence Phone—Kenwood 2194 COMPLIMENTS DR. A. A. LITIN Dr. H. J. Lilienfeld DENTIST DENTIST Talk Building Hours 9 to 12. 1 to 6. Evenings and 1228 2nd St. N. E. Sundays by Appointment Gladstone 2 501 4th St. and Central Avc. Minneapolis You cannot be optimistic if you have misty optics. COMPLIMENTS OF Dr. M. S. Lockwood OPTOMETRIST Dr. R. M. GERNALL Whitney-MacGregor Di. 0900 Minneapolis Main 4060 COMPLIMENTS Main 6 570 OF COMPLIMENTS OF Mrs. H. A. Britzius J. D. ARMITAGE TEACHER OF SINGING 49 South 8th St. OPTOMETRIST The Leader Minneapolis u PADUAN St. Anthony High School 9th Avc. and 2nd St. N. E. Under the direction of SISTERS OF ST. JOSEPH Complete High School Courses Accredited to the University of Minnesota A Wonderful Machine NEW REDUCED PRICES A Full Line of Brunswick Records on Hand R. F. Bertch Co. FURNITURE 325 I 3th Avc. N. E. Phone. GI. 2355 Pleasing Portraits at Popular Prices Liebig Studio 329 Ease Hennepin INTERESTING ARTICLES OF DEVOTION ROSARIES. PRAYER BOOKS. CRUCIF IXES. SCAPULARS. MEDALS SICK CALL OUTFITS DICTURES FRAMED OR UNFRAMED CHURCH FURNISHINGS VESTMENTS. SOCIETY BANNERS BADGES. ALTAR WARE STATIONS OF THE CROSS Write For Information Diederich-Schaefer Company 413-417 Broadway Milwaukee Wisconsin [tf PADUAN a COMPLIMENTS OF Flour City Fuel Transfer Co. So. 4840 BYE BROS. BATTERIES AND ACCESSORIES Tires — Firestone — Tubes 410 Adams Street N. E. Dins. 7687 411 5th St. N. E. VULCANIZING Residence and Office—Hyland 7739 ESTIMATES FURNISHED JOE HEALY PLUMBING AND HEATING Sewer and Water Connections 2100 West Broadway Special Attention to Jobbing Minneapolis RE-ELECT GEO. E. LEACH MAYOR His Record is his Platform Prejvired and Intoned by Arthur M. Horten bach 1221 Adam Street N. E. COMPLIMENTS OF Lambert Transfer Company 8 1 5 2nd Street N. E. Di. 8424 Mauren Karow HARDWARE. PAINTS AND SHEET METAL WORKS 1019 Main Street N. E. Phone. Gladstone 2326 u PADUAN ts QUADY CANDY Quady for Quality' 1729 Washington Avenue N. Hyland 7248 A. J. SCHMITT FRESH AND CURED MEATS 1 60 1 3th Ave. N. E. Phone. Cherry 206 3 J. M. BOCHNAK RELIABLE MERCHANT TAILOR 1222 Second Street N. E. Minneapolis CASEY HOBAN TRANSFER We Deliver the Goods COURTEOUS. EFFICIENT SERVICE At 1468 423 So. 5th St. COMPLIMENTS OF SPARTA CANDY For your next repair job call DINSMORE 4062 ask: for the shop on wheels Andrew Manshak SHOE REPAIRING SHOP First Class Work 206 1 3th Ave. N. E. COAL : ICE WE MOVE PIANOS Duggan Fuel Transfer Company 1200 2nd St. N. E. EXPERT CARE IN HANDLING HOUSEHOLD GOODS Tel. Di. 1314 } K Itf PADUAN Carl F. Blakeman HABERDASHER “Three Personal Service Stores“ 41 So. 4th St. 209 So. 5th St. 7 So. 5th St. THE A. M. LE1TSCHUH AGENCY General Insurance Agents REAL ESTATE. RENTALS MORTGAGE LOANS 1226 Second Street Northeast Gladstone 1702 V Enhance Your fteauty LION OIL METHOD I he Only Method for Permanent Waving SAFE. SURE;. SATISFACTORY Helen A. Smith Di. 3110 1550 Adams St. N. E. COMPLIMENTS OF THE TWIN CITY SCENIC CO. Ritz Theatre I 3th Ave. University Ave. N.E. I he Biggest and Best Feature Attractions Will All Be Shown Here WHY GO ELSEWHERE rom a friend COMPLIMENTS OF Dr. S. A. 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