St Elizabeth Academy - Churingian Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

Page 33 text:

that I' be iliqf IES. om. iid!! line, you but with und Jich Jme uce, 3- seq' H116 IIDC 53111 me, my l 'ell, the ing ad- gie YET. lie It KC. rd, to to a 'll :ff JC If di 0, 16 r n lr 1 c i Ground Hog Cologne, a Collar and leash 41 had UO 41085 , a pair of seat covers CI had no carb a broomless handle and a bottomless frying pan. You guessed it, I forgot the tooth brush As I was trudging Home I met M U, ' d7'C6 tl . Sh k d A . , Sch0f1nIcFI'lkmjlic2iS e Inditfttfalfimje dow? andhwatch the reh'af5a1 Of H play She is producing called, Carnation, the con- feme 1 ' V Cepte Wlf 10Y0us anticipation. ' I lk d ' - , Nhixf mommg twahf iffgfhs Clugkefi down to St. Patricks School where I heard Margaret Wessels, now Sr Mary argaret, was eac ing 1 t gra e. She is cheerful a d h C1 h f ' hurried. in Xsealichdof Iianneit Opera loouse. .When.I arriveld, I patislhiedailhe pig ostit dfailie Esailyi efrcidlewlalfliedliiiiiiblithi Yes, Miss 0 er 111g as really built up a fine business. She has a little trouble keeping the chickens quiet during a show but the folks here don t mind that as long as she se th h b ll ' pass es es at t e u is securely tied when Scarlet O'Neillhein As I stood there watching the hustle and bustle I kept noticin a f ' ' ' ' . , g amiliar figure go by me. She kept galloping past me on a beautiful black charger. It was Dot Scot. I always heard that she had the desire to live in the great outdoors, but never did I expect to see her here. She was trying to tell me something. Every time she whizzed b she W0H1d lean d0Wf1 and Yell- FIHHHY, I Caught her soul-stirri ng plea, jackson, turn off this merry-go-round will you? As I tood in the yard I saw Mary Sclolotterbeck and Betty Hefele parading up and down in front of the pig stye, smiling at each other and seemingly talking to themselves. I found out later that they were going to be ushers and were just pf9.Ct1C11'1g. When I walked inside the theater I noticed the Lirnpert twins dancing up in the hayloft. They were trying out a very difficult'spin when suddenly something went wrong. They spun into each other and both Went down with a thud. Evelyn slid from the hayloft into a pile of hay and ended up on the back of Bessie, the cow. Meanwhile Elenora had grabbed the pulley hanging from the ceiling and was going to swing down and help her sister. She didn't notice the crate of butterflies on the other end and as she came dawn, they went up and as they hit the roof the box broke and butterflies were soon flying all over the barn. When Evelyn landed on Bessie, the poor cow was rather frightened and ran under the pulley just in time to catch Elenora coming down. Now with butterflies soaring all over, people laughing, hens cackling, it was just too much for old Bess. She dashed out of the barn with the twins and didn't stop until she reached the shallow lake at the foot of the hill. Then in they went, Ev, El, and old Bess. ' As I hiked back to the stage, lo and behold, there was Gert Metzger, the show's acrobat. Louise Boscacci had started to mop the stage, but when she saw Gert she stopped and, leaning on her mop, stood watching. My, but Gert was really good. Then all of a sudden, I saw a terrified look come over I.ouise's face and there was Gert, sitting in the wash bucket. They called Marlis Beutenrniller, Dr. Kil :lare's new nurse, and she hurried right over. But this case called for more brawn that brain, because Gert was just plain stuck. just as Marlis finally got Gert free, old Bess came tearing into the barn and a second later Marlis lay on the floor. This was too much. I thought I had better leave before anything else happened. But it was already too late. I could see Margaret Nowotny 'dashing up the road as if the devil himself were behind her, and indeed, it was almost that bad. It seems she had knocked down a hornet's nest and was definitely being followed. Soon the whole place was in an uproar. The last I saw of Mag she was diving under a haystack, but oh, one little hornet found his mark, and I never saw a haystack disappear so fast. In a second Mag was outside again and I believe ended in the horse trough. I thought that I had seen Doris Zotti before but lost her in the scuffle. Suddenly I saw something moving un- der the burlap bags in the corner. It was Doris. She slowly lifted up the sack, carefully looked around, bravely stood and began to fill the sacks with grain. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs. just then a horn blared and on the stage came Webb aand Schmitt, the famous bareback riders of the century. It seems that their horse hadn't arrived as yet, so they were just going to ride old Bess for practice. But Bess simply wouldn't cooperate. I suppose the twins and the butterflies and hornets had made her a little ornery. The curtains were drawn soon and the barn was completely darkened. A spot was thrown on the center of the stage and there appeared Princess Chee-Chang-Chungf' the Magician of the Orient. To be sure it was Maggie Deiters. She pulled rabbits out of hats, cards out of the air, and even made old Bess disappear. Then she announced her great- est and final achievement. She called forth her three assistants, Dolores Lipic, Vivian Bokel, and Dot Petry and said, I am now going to saw these three lovely ladies in half before your very eyes and in a few minutes I will again put them together. As they climbed into the box I heard Pete say, I've just got a feeling everything's not going to work right. Then began the hack-hack of the saw as Mag slowly went to work. When she had sawed all the way through the box Mag laid down the saw, raised her magic wand and behold, the girls rose from the box. But you know I think Mag did get mixed up, because Pete never had blonde hai t, and there's something about Dot that looks amaaingly like Vivian. But maybe everything will turn out all right in the next show. ' Then I saw Audrey Arnerski, Irene Volpi, and Arline Bayer walk out on the stage. last, I cried, something peaceful and lovely. Quietly the girls took their places, motic-ned to the piano player, waited for the soft strains of music to begin and then gave out with Monshine and Pork Chops. K L . I' ave u in des air and started to walk out when, whom do I see, but Twinkle Toes Mac'3 herself. There .she was ongthe stirgge, Marg Ann Castello, gaily tripping back a nd forth, forth and back, up and-down.fyCI'm getting dizzy watching herb. ' ' ft At h b t'f l black smooth-looking 1950 Ford pulled up in front of the bar rand out stepped t at moment a eau 1 u , Alma Muellering and Mary Agnes Cloappie, co-writers of a play, f-atm BQUWJ their SCfff'3fHfY, and 517172 M45 EOYWISZZQG head of URIP and Knot who had been chosen to design. the costumes for this production. Well, t ey were a ma ing their grand entrance when suddenly Bess reappeared and at the sight Alma's hat went flying out the door knocking the hat Alma and Mary Agnes into the nearest stall. Ann Mae ran across the barn and suddenly found herself caught ' , ' - - - cl ' k' ever one, in through the door came in the pulley. While Jean, the ever efficient secretary, went aroun pic ing up 'Y v h Th I b the butterflies, closely followed by the hornets, with Bess and old Myrtle, the Pig, bflflglflg UP ft 9 fear- en, 6511 to hear loud clan in bells outside. Someone had turned in a false alarm and here was Snootsville s one and only ire Crlgine, led by Ajnei-5 Scbrnaltz, and followed by Louise Berry, Gloria Booth, Mary Ann Brush and Frances Sternrnler, charging into the barn, spraying water all over. , All f dd I f l bl' d' crash in my head and that's the last thing I remember. I dont know why they oasu en eta ming , have. bars on my windows and alwaVs keep mY d00f 10CkC1l, but Im glad, because f1OV1gXliLeJlX1g2fggifI,a2i.BeeS can t get into my room. Page Twenty-nine

Page 32 text:

Srtooperys Visit To Snootstvzille f Roxanna inviting me to visit her at that city of world renown, that You know, the otherl day Iagloit Saliegjr draotmhtde needle in the haystack, Snootsville. She said I would really be gate to Opportunity' popufaiiltyi 5 E A ,students who were working at the Theater Playhouse there. ' h I . mer t. . . . Surprised fllthdllf nuiedrbo tht time I finished the letter and was just 'starting to call, a cab when- I heard a familiar I ha a pac Y N mber pu leeze puleeze vour number If you can t remember it, how can I? Yes lloiwtfaiis geiltlfiiggitirizsitais tl31ijeZliiOrEiolh.uShe had attained- her life's ambition. .Fif12l11Y I C0f1faCfed lvitikelmanif Cah Comj pany. Betty's slogan is Wait a while for Winkle's Cab. 1 V D .I ' b lled u in front of the house and who, do you think, was driving it-Kathleen Wall -.fhggrligailgjs hhjcihjidlitfgfatlrig rclijalld, thatpfiend for speed and thrills. Katie does a little tatooing, her favorite pastime, h 'd . , , ,, on t e S1 e ' t ed at Stephenlt Beanery As we entered T. R. said, Oh, Kate, why don't you l'1 OPP ' . ,, - . have gn 1324? ovfarliytipleciialtfidditly-ivglrimson Tear DtOpS-fbC211'1S Wlfh Cat5uPl ? Well, this I Could hfllle resisted, but h Ai? Lee Lanher cook walked out carrying a plate of Jonquils Resting on Sand a la Touti-fruiti-Cbeans with w en ary , , , mayonnaise and- peanut butterb-I couldn t help myself. Finally we resumed our journey. We were quietly cruising along when I saw a longline of people winding around h cl to in at Gerrit Market There was Babs beaming at the customers in a long white uniform which Efaiifgjfniigsgiriiblidplihr ild chemistry apron in its chic fit arid dainty bow. Every day Cliabs givej her customers some - ' h h h h' d h little token. Today was olive day. It seems that the first person got an olive, t e secon , t e see , t e t ir , t e juice, and so on. I wanted to buy a paper before I got to the station so I stopped at Shirley'r-news, mags, bags, and books- Shop. Shirley Nienhaar always did enjoy reading, this way everything's very handy. She gave me a new edition of a very cultural old masterpiece, A Miclrammer Nighzflr Scream, a mystery in two acts. It took us only two hours and a half to drive the six blocks to the station and as I jumped out two porters came dashing toward me. I suppose they didn't see that train coming in on Track Two behind. them because I don't imagine they make a habit of hanging from the roof by their toes. But as I watched them laughing and swinging from beam to beam I thought, You never could tell about that Eilrlie Spiehermann and Willie Wilhelm. As I walked across the lobby dragging my suitcase in front of me, I heard a persuasive voice cry, Come one, come all. Get your glass of Koogle's Kola-Kooling, Kapricious, Karefully Made. One sip and the world is a rosy haven of bliss. Yes, indeed, it was no other but Marzfie C orneliar. - At last I got cn the train and I think I saw Mary Laarlicina getting on another car, munching an apple. Well, I sat down, and had just started to read when I discovered I had a terrific headache. I caught the conductress by the hand as she walked by and asked her if she had an aspirin. She looked at me with an astonished gaze, put something into a glass of water, dashed it into my mouth, and sweetly said, Why, haven't you heard? When you have a head- ache, just Kickback with Sitbackf' It was the same Dol Sanzfner. ' When I went into the diner a little later I saw that great dancing team Snilhoff anil Shreiner. Rosie and Aggie are still moving audiences with their East Side, West Side, routine. ' After dinner I was walking through the cars when the train lurched and I fell right into the lap of Ioan Baaer. She was on her way to Hollywood to try to sell her new Mickey Mouse serial. 1 You know, ,at first, when it seemed to me that the train was jerking to the tune of Swanee, I thought that the Sitback was playing tricks, but later I found out that the engineer was Pat Gormley and the brakeman, joan Roche. It seems that every time they would try to pick out the melody Pat would grab the whistle and Joan would grab the brake. U I was sitting in the club car that night listening to the radio when a singing commercial broke in and I heard, When did you wash your clothes last? Don't say it if two weeks have past. just run to your grocer and be sure to see, That you tell him you heard this from me. Yes, just buy a box of Sweet Pea Soap Chips. Guaranteed not to make 51155, jvash your clothes, or get them cleaner than when you put them in. Bat if you soak your clothes in a solution of Sweet Pea Soap Chipsi' for three days, rinse them five times and hang them outside for two weeks, you'll find that your soiled clothes smell exactly like a be t'f l bed f ' 1 ' Th ' h f G Sdgmmpfl ROM Wolf! and Jeanette Knmel. au 1 u o morning g ories. e voices were t ose o ert I-Hfef, just 35 I Was going to sleep, I heard the most blood-curdling noise. I jumped up and as I looked down the aisle I noticed the same look of wonder and fear on the faces of other passengers. Porters dashed through the car :L1ghCX0fiCileErfnlZffi?i1EfrS. Quickly the noise ceased and then I saw an group of subdued shadows walk quielty through ' a If was lust the Sffafem Band, having a midnight jam 'session Margie Meehan on the piano, g,7ifZJi22,?Sif,lf.'ZZfii2nv.-21251Sblfadieliil' ziiZfifZiipL'iZSQllS2 0112.-filialfiuliilieiioiildsil Om tn on libs bass fiddle' GWMW Dawn Wasgfeaking Whfifl the gain pulled into clear, old Snootsville. OW. CHS 355215255 iii Off 13552321 1,122 bthfee Qfllllef girls. Through the haae I heard, As Mayor of the thriving metrop- Snootsviue will bg dpened if you playergllvgis lillygiwgeoylouoghgee charm:ng ladies, the key to the ,citV. Ani' door in Seems that the famous BOO . T . - - , s really a flute, all covered, so youd never guess. If ie rio W ' . . . show bein directed b hg , Oodwn' DZFMWQ' and Herfner, Were arriving at Snootsville to rehearse for H 8 y t at master of comed - . Y, that wizard of the stage that demo f l h ' D l Diane investlshher money in a new process to make all glassware unbreakable. , n or aug S, Diane e in ere are no cabs in Snootsville I h She always loved animals and now she? a cciypped aboard the horse-drawn trolley and ran directly into Joyce O'Mvlll9f- began my descent to Roxanna's home. She witlsthlfhjtglaijdnintilrsiiecenniid Petunia, the horse' I alighted at Leftover Street and That night as we vt ere eatin ' l ' , Mrs. S ' ' - . Sauce from Roxie. She was as Spa' and chl1liZ5faelS,ei1?S Rim Fmelmwj Came running Over to borrow a Cup of Ecstacy After dinner I went to the drug store I ' on the persuasive selling of Pat Murphy. Pretwvlsasohuihegoing to bul' 21 tooth brush, but alas and alack, I Counted I10f Was Wfappiflg UP a Purple tube of orange lipstick, a bottle of Page Twenty-eight GW' and 2 Swat., J tcrlfcl' P lvllfll hurfli Yes ' sh0W Passes' I Pr' 'l oufdol A just Pl I 3 VCU' thurl. had E1 the CI1 md bl and I? lauglll until s A ed was If the W2 called tearing I touldf bad. l an upr IICVEI 1 l def Ihr and be SMH I seems would: 'I stage a She pi est au. UI am them i right. the bo Mag 6 Vivian I Peacef music l WHS or watqhi P A171141 head Q their L The hi II1 th llle I0 he, engine Chiirgj have ser in. i ,cci a

Page 34 text:

Chapel of the Precious fowl 4 , ik ' f A 5 E L. HE IMMENSITY of Gods Love and Bounty is realized in the Abiding Presence of Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. The large crucifix suspended directly behind the altar of the Academy Chapel encourages Elizabethans to come, bless, and adore Him. In the words of Father Le Buffe, Sal., each student seems to realize and to say, Small I am, yes but I belong 7 to Infinity, unwise l am, but I belong to Omniscienceg Weak and frail I am but 7 Oinnipotence guards me. . . Each school day affords another opportunity of growing in His Love and His Grace by participation in the Holy Sacrifice. Frequent Visits to the Blessed Sacrament accen- tuate that Love and give to the students that sense of security that robs life of its fears. Each day they pray that they may become a worthy servitor within His courts and that they may in every word and work bless the Lordf, Page Thirty