St Anthonys School of Nursing - Acorn Yearbook (Oklahoma City, OK)

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The Junior-Senior Banquet Ladies and Gentlemen, gather 'round, and I'll cell you of a great festival, The junior-Senior Banquet. Ar last the long-waited-for day arrived. Any other time April I5 probably would have been just another day, but not the April I5 of I94I. No, this meant saying farewell to the seniors as they leave Fort St. Anthony and travel into Fort Future. We were all dressed in our gay evening dresses. What a thrill! Each junior selected a Senior for her partner as we met in the living room before we marched to the banquet hall to see what awaited us there. And, lol as the doors to the dining room were flung open, such a beautiful sight met our eyes. For in front of us we saw our beautiful Flag draped at the other end of the room. On each side there were long red, white, and blue streamers outlining the table that was in the form of a cross. Tall red, white, and blue candles and flowers added the right touch, and showed us the way to our own fort. Each of these was of gray stone, with small American flags waving at the top. After the scramble for our places, we noticed the bowls of red,Xwhite, and blue stock. Pretty! A We stood while our dear Mrs. Goodwin, who was at the head of the tables, returned thanks and asked God to bless us and our food. And then-on with the banquet! By our plates we saw the American emblem, which, when opened, disclosed the menu and program for the evening. The program began with the address by Miss Clapper, the president of the junior class, welcoming the seniors to a festive evening. lvfembers of the junior class gave toasts to the Sisters of St. Francis, Miss Slief, Mrs. McAtee, Miss I-Iaines, Mrs. Goodwin, and a. toast to the Nation and to the Future. We regretted that Mrs. McAtee was unable to attend the banquet. We enjoyed immensely the solo by Miss Shouse and the duet by Miss Schier and Miss Strickland. Anchors Aweighu by the chorus of girls who played the part of waitresses for the evening was very fitting. They were dressed in white blouses, blue skirts, and gob hats, with a banner of red across their shoulders and looked like real sailor girls. Miss Allen told us in the class History of the happenings and events ofher class for the last three years. V The Class Will was read by Miss Wiemers. Before she began reading it, she said she hoped its contents would be taken in the spirit in which it was given. We were glad to know it was given in the right spirit. Miss McHugh and Miss Sims did a nice job of gazing into the crystal ball, so to speak. We are glad we already have a glimpse of our departing seniors as they will bd in Fort Future. As they know, we wish for them the best of luck and happiness. When the word banquet is mentioned one,naturally thinksof feasting, and that is exactly what we did. We had fried chicken with all the trimmings, and we certainly enjoyed it. - We weren't quite through eating when we thought we were, for, the next thing' we knew, nuts and red, white, and blue mints were being passed. They added the finishing touch. Thanksgiving was said by Mrs. Goodwin before we left the- dining room to meet again at the K. of C. hall for the long-awaited dance. Needless to say, on the evening of April 15, I94I a wonderful time was had by all. -MARIORIE FITZPATRICK. The Other Ghost I-lorrorsl What a show. Terrifying, outrageousf, The breathtaking story of The Other Ghost, enacted in our auditorium last evening, was surely the most sensational all-American, all-star performance brought to the stage in the history of St. Anthony's. In the setting of a spooky mountain cabin, on February 20, at eight o'clock, the Senior Class presented its annual play. It all began one autumn day in late afternoon when Dr. Thorpe Cplayed by Miss Berneyj and her friend, Eudora fMiss Streckerj, invited their hiking club to the cabin on Bear Mountain for the week-end. There they met Sylvia Kirkland QAgnes Attawayj, a frail, blind friend of Dr. Thorpe's, and Tibatha Moore QFaye Lambertj, her nurse. A , Those spending the night in the cabin were: Grace Gibson fGeraldean Richeyj, who liked her fun but terrified the audience with her blood-curdling screams, Annette Sales QMary Mcl-Iughb, who had been abroad and had much difficulty adjusting herself to the mountain cabin, Ioyce Penniman QVerna Mae WClmCfSD, who liked to be lazy and was

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forever being disturbed, Miss Ierome fBarbara Fennesseyj, who wanted to see a ghost and was not disappointed, and Lucy IVIorrison QLonia Giebj, who helped unravel the mystery. The party was assisted and shown about by the mountain girl, Liza Gordon. This outstanding character, who almost stole the show, was none other than our own Irene Cymbalist . Tha? cast was very carefully selected, each member fitting her part perfectly. The plot held the attention of the audience from the first scene to the final curtain. All the critics agreed it was a raving success, thanks to the very capable direction of IXIrs. Ma1'y Goodwin, our house-mother. 4 Louise Landrum, a talented vocalist of the Senior class, presented two selections, I I-Iear A Rhapsodyf, and The Fable of the Rosef' -MEIICEDES SIMON. The Origin of the Christmas Crib Reading Given by Iobemmz Schott, December 23, 1940. I Who does not love the Christmas season with its joyous greetings, tinsel-wrapped gifts, glittering Christmas trees and the feeling of good will towards all that pervades the very atmosphere? But amidst all the merry making, how many of us stop to think of the true significance of this most beautiful of Christian feasts, the birthday of the Infant Savior? To keep this thought before us is the purpose of the beautiful Christmas C-rib that may be seen in every Catholic church or chapel-and it is interesting to know that it was St. Francis, patron of the Sisters of St. Francis, who originated this beautiful custom than has come down to us through the centuries. In telling the story of the first Christmasz Crib, I quote from the Chronicle of St. Franciswz V ' In the year 1223 St. Francis of Assisi celebrated Christmas in a way the world had never seen the match of. In Greccio he had a friend and well-wisher, Messer john Vellita, who had given him and his Brothers a wood-grown cliff up above Greccio, for them to live there. St. Francis now had this man called to Colombo and said to him: 'I want to celebrate the holy Christmas night along with thee, and now listen, how I havd thought it out for myself. In the woods by the cloister thou wilt find a cave, and there thou mayest arrange a manger filled with hay. There f1'lLlSt also be an ox andian ass, just as in Bethlehem. I want for once to celebrate seriously the coming of the Son of God upon earth and see with my own eyes how poor and miserable he wished to be ifor our sakes., john Vellita looked after all of St. Francis's wishes, and at midnight of Christmas Eve the Brothers came together to celebrate the festival of Christmas. All carried lighted torches, and around the manger the Brothers stood with their candles, so that it was as light as day under the dark vaulting of the trees. Mass was said over the manger as the altar, so that the Divine Child under the forms of bread and wine should himself come to the place, as bodily and discernibly as he had been in the stable of Bethlehem. For a moment it seemed to john Vellita that he saw a real child lying in the manger, but as if dead or sleeping. Then Brother Francis stepped forward and took it lovingly in his arms, and the child smiled at St. Francis, and with I-Iis little hands stroked his bearded chin and his coarse brown habit. And yet this vision did not astonish Messer john. For jesus had been dead or else asleep in many hearts, but Brother Francis had 'by his voice and his example again restored the Divine Child to life and awakened it from its trance. Christmas at the Nurses' Home UNO, we donit sit by the fireplace and keep a close lookout on our stockings hanging there to make sure Santa does not slip by us. We do keep a close watch, however, to see that Santa does not miss us. Santa makes his annual trip to the Nurses, I-Iome, too, and leaves the Christmas spirit behind. Christmas here is indeed a treasured memory. We all gather in the living room to see this jolly old fellow after the preliminary class each gets her big Christmas present, her cap, admitting them all into the freshman class at dear St. Anthonyis. Everyone is trying to be so quiet while waiting for Santa, but it is oh so hard to do. After what seems like hours, the sound of bells jingling in the dis- tance can be heard. Listen! yes, it is he!! Look! There are lovely gifts for everyone, with a large sack of that real Christmas candy we loved as children, to go with it. Such an array of gifts I have never seen, and I am sure you havenlt either. There, in the corner, is an unusually large package. Each